#<- they are pure of heart. clumsy and falling on their ass.

[yandereunsolved]

Now all I'm imagining is sentient Gotham chucking Constantine at accidental mob boss!reader whenever something supernatural happens to them. Constantine could be across the city and suddenly he's been sucked into the ground and spat back out where mob boss!reader is being proposed to by a demon

-☀️

Sentient Gotham is shipping John Constantine x Mob Boss reader so hard. It's only half because John is the only other person who can hear and understand Gotham.

John kills any supernatural being that tries to touch reader. He's possessive. Broody. And isn't liked by much of the Batfam due to his stand-offishness. Alfred threatens to take away John's sleepover privileges if he gets in another squabble with one of the family members.

But your goons and henchmen? They like him. They see him as just another one of your protectors. Your servant. Sidekick. Whatever you prefer.

But John wants Mob Boss reader all to himself.

Maybe he's becoming a bit of a yandere...

[puptrefied]

cw : somno ⋆ no dialogue | 1k words .ᐟ

ellie has your face everywhere—most of her journal pages, random papers and literal paintings—so it's no surprise she uses any moment of quietness to draw you again.

you're on the couch reading? she's already sitting on the other end of the room, journal in hand, focused on getting the proportions right.

you took a cute polaroid? well, she has it handmade on paper, right on the cork board above her bed. she tried to be fancier and draw it with a pen instead of her usual pencil.

you're outside, paying attention to some plants ? ellie's on the window, sketchbook resting against her knee, trying to capture the way the sunlight hits your face.

and now, while you're asleep—soft breaths, limbs relaxed, the thin straps of your nightgown slipping just slightly off your shoulder. ellie’s at the edge of her bed, journal balanced in her lap, pencil gliding over paper in slow, careful strokes.

she wants to get it perfect. the shape of your lashes against your cheek, the slightly parted lips, the tousled hair, the way your fingers curl slightly around the blanket. her eyes drifted lower as she observed every feature she was about to practice with.

hm, the blanket’s in the way.

ellie bit her lip, shifting in place. you wouldn’t mind if she just…moved it a little, right? just to capture the shape of your hips, the smoothness of your thighs—purely for artistic purposes, obviously.

god. you’re barely wearing anything.

the nightgown’s ridden up, exposing soft skin and the faintest trace of lace beneath. ellie swallows hard, heat prickling at the back of her neck. this is fine—fine—she’s just drawing, after all. she can be normal about this.

but the moonlight catches on the curve of your chest, the delicate rise and fall with each breath, and suddenly her hands feel clumsy, shaky even, like she’s trying too hard to keep it together.

okay ellie, just focus on the drawing. yeah, you can do that. just…anatomy lesson!

working on sketching the full view of your ass shouldn't make her stomach feel this way. she's seen it a hundred times already. but the way you're there, completely unaware of the fact you're the muse of her rather intimate drawing gives her a tingly feeling.

man, drawing soft nipples is kinda complicated. it would be easier if they were hard.

thankfully ellie knows how to solve a problem, especially this one.

as carefully as she could she got up, trying to avoid moving the bed and waking you up. slowly going to stand next to your side of the mattress—hand sliding the straps of your nightwear down to get even easier access. now it's better, she can fully see your boobs and draw then correctly… but yeah, maybe hard nipples would be more convenient. just saying!

she kneeled beside the bed, heart thudding a little too fast, and reaches out—just barely grazing the curve of your breast with the back of her knuckle. the touch is feather-light, almost not there, but even that makes heat curl low in her stomach.

nothing.

no reaction.

you’re still lost in sleep, lashes fluttering faintly against your cheeks.

okay, just a little more.

her thumb brushed over your nipple—gentle, desperately hoping you're deeply asleep—until she felt it harden beneath her touch. a quiet exhale escaped her lips, half in triumph, half because the sight of you like this makes her head spin and her belly tingle even more.

that's better.

she told herself it’s all for the sake of the sketch as she retraces the lines in her mind, committing every detail to memory before she pulls her hand away. but she hesitates—because how could she not? the skin under her fingertips is so warm, so soft, and there’s a sweetness in the air that makes her crave more.

god, she shouldn’t. she should sit back down, finish the drawing like a normal person would, and stop being a complete perv about it.

but instead, her thumb drags across the sensitive peak again—slower this time. watching the way your body shifts under her touch sends a sharp pulse of heat through her. she bit her lip hard enough to hurt, like it’ll ground her, stop her from taking things further.

that's obviously not working because her thumb keeps moving and her lips are slightly parted now, so focused on your body and the subtle reactions it has.

she's just making sure she’s getting every detail right in the sketch. that’s all. no big deal.

but her pulse is hammering so hard, heat coiling low in her belly as she watched the way your body reacts, the way your chest rises just a little sharper when her thumb flicks over your nipple again. she swallowed hard. It’s barely anything, just a subconscious response, but it makes something tighten inside her. maybe you like it, maybe you're dreaming about it, maybe—

her breathing got heavier but barely audible over the quiet rustle of sheets as you shift in your sleep. Her eyes flick to your face, searching for any sign of wakefulness.

just one more touch wouldn’t hurt, right?

her fingers ghosted down your ribs, following the shape of you like she’s still sketching—just without the pencil this time. when she reached your hip, her grip firmed slightly, just to feel the give of soft skin beneath her palm.

her thighs automatically pressed together, making her feel the wetness in between them soaking the fabric of her underwear.

this is bad. so, so bad.

but you’re right there, pliant and warm under her hands, and the temptation is overwhelming.

ellie’s breath hitched as she lets her hand dip lower, tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. the fabric so thin, and she wonders—shit, ellie, stop.

but then you shift again, a sleepy, barely-there hum escaping your lips as your thighs part just slightly, and she’s gone.

she needs to go to the bathroom and take care of it… sigh.

masterlist

[misserabella]

the farmer’s daughter

dbsf! abby x fem! reader

summary; abby knew it was wrong to like you. you were her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help it.

cw; +18 minors dni!, reader isn’t shy!!!, nudity, body worshipping, kissing, begging, tit and nipple play, oral sex (r receiving), praise, use of nicknames instead of y/n, hair pulling…

she knows she shouldn’t. you’re her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help herself.

it was a hot july afternoon. the sun was bathing her freckled skin and broad exposed shoulders. sweat was running down her face in salty droplets that she swiped away before they could reach her sky blue eyes.

she had been helping her best friend for hours on his farm, soiling the ground for the autumn and helping him out with some oil and tire changes for his truck.

“some lemonade?”

and there you were. in your denim short jumpsuit with just a mere bikini underneath. you were a sight for sore eyes. with tanned skin exposed for her hungry ones.

“thanks honey.” you father gave you a smile as he took one of the glasses being offered, gulping down the sweet iced lemonade.

“thanks.” abby said, taking the other, and you gave her a nectar grin.

“i’m going to the lake for a little bit with laura.” you informed your father, who nodded.

“okay, you two be careful out there, yeah? don’t wantcha drowning.” he ordered in his deep accent. you snickered.

“i would never.” you gave her a soft kiss on his sweaty cheek. “good luck with your truck!” you quickly waved as you ran towards the field, where your friend was waiting for you, towels in hand.

abby watched you go, your beautiful hair waving against the wind and shining under the sun. what she’d do for a kiss of your lips…

“sweet isn’t it?” you father inquired, tasting the lemonade you’d made for them, although abby was not really thinking about the lemonade when she answered.

“yeah. real sweet.”

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when you got back to your house, your father was nowhere to be seen.

abby was in the kitchen, drinking a cold beer to fight the warmth of the summer.

you were dripping wet, your clothes and towel hanging on your arm as your drenched hair let droplets fall onto the skin of your chest.

“where’s dad?” you inquired, leaving your things on the kitchen table and opening the fridge, bending over to retrieve some lemonade.

“went out to the market. said he needed to buy some stuff.” she said, her eyes roaming your body; the arch of your back, the nipples poking through the top of your bikini, your perfect little ass… abby gulped down another mouthful of her beer, feeling the heat of the summer on her throat.

you hummed. “probably ingredients for dinner. he’s been craving my meatloaf.” you smiled at her, jar in hand.

you took a glass and poured some of the lemonade in it, hurriedly gulping it down in a frenzy. desperate.

abby seemed amused. “thirsty?” you hummed, finishing down your drink and spilling some of it down your chest. if your skin would be sweet before, now it could make her teeth rot.

“it’s so hot outside.” you gasped. abby’s eyes followed the droplets as they found your cleavage.

she shook her head, taking a cloth from the counter to walk over you and press it against your chest. “so clumsy…” you looked up at her, into her ocean eyes, feeling your heart beat faster at her closeness. abigail anderson, your father’s best friends since you could remember. 6,3ft of pure muscle and inches of blonde braided hair that reminded you of the wheat your father reaped. she was strong, kind, intelligent and really, really attractive. your eyes roamed her face, the scar on her left cheek, the little freckles that have shown on her nose due to the sun, her long eyelashes, her supple pink lips…

“sorry…” you muttered, unconsciously biting on your bottom one. her eyes followed the motion, quickly returning to your eyes.

she pulled away, clearing her throat. “you’re drenched.” she said. “your father would kill you if he saw you wetting the floor.” you chuckled.

“you’re right.” and that’s when a glorious idea came to your mind. you turned around pulling your hair to your front to expose the laces of your neck and back. “do you mind?” you looked over your shoulder at her, and abby frowned. before she realized what you wanted her to do.

“oh… sure.” she said with a cough, coming up from behind you. you felt your skin rose in goosebumps when her fingertips graced your skin, holding onto the strings of the bow of your back before slowly pulling. she gulped. slowly undoing it. you took a deep breath, standing still, your heart deafening. once it’s strings were hanging by your sides, abby slowly moved to the one surrounding your neck. the time she took to get it undone seemed to stretch out. abby’s tongue wetted her lips. she could feel her stomach churning, her hands shaking. you felt the top fall. you didn’t even bother to catch it, letting it slide down your navel, exposing your supple breasts and perky nipples.

you slowly turned once again, the piece of clothing abandoned at your feet. and abby felt like she couldn’t breath, faced with your nudity. with your beautiful exposed skin. your cheeks were reddish under her gaze. you felt small and delicate under it. as if you could break. maybe you wanted it.

“what are you doing?” she breathed out, her throat dry.

“you don’t like it?” you muttered, and she quickly let you know it was nothing like that.

“no, no… it’s just…” she sighed. “you shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t be…” but again, you were looking at her with those pretty doe eyes, offering yourself in a silver platter for her to devour. and abby was a weak woman. “fuck it.” she growled, shortening the distance that stood between the two of, cupping your plush cheeks with her warm hands to bring your lips to hers. it was devastating. how they felt. soft. sweet and sour.

you hummed, your back arching against her as you got on your tiptoes to reach her lips. she tasted like beer, and cigarettes, salty due to the sweat that coated her skin. fresh pines engulfed your senses as you pulled on her braided locks. her tongue pressed against your lips in invitation, and you opened up for her, moaning on her mouth. she pressed against you until you were against the kitchen counter, her hands leaving your face to slowly drift down your neck to your shoulders, elbows, hips, and lastly your thighs, pulling you up the cold surface. you gasped as it made contact with your skin. or maybe it was her hands on your waist, the same hands that now were hungrily kneading at your breasts, fingers tweaking your hardened nipples. you whimpered when she left your lips, her mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck.

“abby…” you breathed out, her name tasting like honey on your lips. “please.” it was as if your words had power over her, one simple plea and she was down on her knees for you, dying to worship you like some kind of god. you stared at her from above, as she looked at you through her blonde lashes. her hands were on top of your thighs, shaking in need to touch you in places no one has ever touched you before.

you opened your legs for her. a silent invitation as your hands went to the strings of your bikini bottom, pulling at the laces on your hips until it was loose, barely hiding you from her. but not for long, ‘cause you were pulling at the piece of clothing to drop it on the floor, where your top laid.

“fuck…” the blonde cursed at the sight of you, at the sight of your sticky folds, exposed twitching leaking hole and your puffy reddish clit. the next curse that filled the air came from your lips as her own wrapped around that throbbing bundle of nerves, her hands pushing your thighs over her strong exposed shoulders for a better angel.

“shit, abby… yes, just like that, please…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your jaw falling slack as a pant left your lungs. her tongue was hungrily lapping at your slick, she was starved, yet slow. she wanted this moment to last, maybe for ever. your fingers pushed in between her golden locks, tugging her closer and making her groan.

“ hmm god.” she hummed. “taste so good, baby…” there were fireworks behind your eyelids as your back arched. this was heaven, and you were a sinner for wanting her this bad. abby didn’t mind being one too.

you’re sweet as honey as you drip down her chin, as one of her fingers sink inside of you and you let out this moan that makes her believe you’re certainly an angel if not a god. something holy you must be. for her to push aside the guilt that making you hers brings down her shoulders, that sinks her down to her knees and makes her forget the fact that you’re her best friend’s daughter.

she crooks it up against your g spot, and the fireworks turn into stars.

abby feels like she’s been locked out of heaven for so long… but now, in between your legs, hearing you moan her name, she feels blessed, pure.

she adds another finger, and the stretch makes you cry out as she sucks on your clit. you’re close. and she knows.

“abby, i’m gonna… please don’t stop, please…”

and even if she wanted, she couldn’t. she wouldn’t. not when you beg her. when you plead so sweetly it’s making her rot.

“cum for me, honey. cum for me.” she looks drunk on you, pupils blown, lose strands of her hair sticking to her forehead and lips swollen and shiny on your slick.

and something you do is give it to her. in between moans and cries and whimpers you spill inside her mouth, body shaking in ecstasy.

and abby drinks it all up. scared. terrified. terrified that this would be the last time she will get to taste something as holy as you.

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a/n; this does not mean my hiatus is over. i just wanted to post something. hope you like it.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Yuji taking you on an ice-skating date

Pairing: Yuji x reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You never went ice-skating in your entire life, but when Yuji asks you out...Who are you to say no to your secret crush?

Warnings: reader is a lil clumsy on the ice, just pure fluff, Yuji is the cutest, this request was in russian so whereever you are: I hope you enjoy and thank you my girls for translating 🤍

You can’t help but admire the snow-kissed landscape around you, all the trees and bushes that are covered in a glittery layer of ice that sparkles in the down-going sun.

But what is far better is the sight next to you.

“I can’t believe you never went ice-skating before! There’s nothing better than getting out of the city onto a little frozen lake.”

Oh, but there is him. Itadori Yuji, the pink-haired boy with a heart of pure gold. Not even the stinging fact that he’s the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna now can tear your gaze away from his gleaming eyes.

“Well, I’m not particularly good at ice-skating, y’know”, you remark with a shy grin.

The truth is, you never really went onto ice in your entire life. It just never appealed to you enough to go out all by yourself and glide over frozen water on your own. But with Yuji by your side, you might change your mind. Everything seems to be better with him, after all.

“Don’t worry (y/n)! I’ll teach you some moves!”

Electricity runs through your veins when he grabs your hand in order to help you into the skates you borrowed from Nobara. Just one glance at the perfectly frozen lake makes your palms sweat. You might want to spend time with your crush, but falling onto your ass and whining in front of him definitely isn’t involved in that.

“Let’s get started!”, he announces all excited.

He makes it look so damn easy, glides around the ice as if it’s the only thing he’s ever done in his entire life. Backwards, in circles, from the left to the right, fast and steady. And if you weren’t threatened to fall over right onto your nose any given minute, you could just stand here and stare at him all evening.

But your feet start to move on the icy surface on their own. Out of instinct, you stretch out your arms, wiggle for balance. But the more you move, the harder it gets to keep your face on the ground, to not fall over-

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Just before you’re about to fall very unladylike onto your butt, Yuji catches you in his strong arms with that smile that simply takes your breath away. You can feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, doe eyes staring right into his ones.

“Do you want me to show you some moves? I might not be the best teacher, but at the end of the day you’ll be able to skate on your own and that’s pretty cool!”

The way he softly smiles at you with his hand still resting intertwined with yours makes your heart skip a beat. This boy is everything you could have ever asked for, everything you never knew you needed. Yuji Itadori is so pure and full of love that it melts your heart like hot chocolate.

“Let’s give it a try.”

“That’s the spirit. Give me your other hand, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

You don’t hesitate. The second you position yourself in front of him with both of your hands laying in his larger ones, you are lost. Lost by the way he moves, lost by his cheerful smile, lost by the atmosphere around you. You feel like floating around, the ice underneath you becoming more and more minor. It’s just you and Yuji. Yuji holding your hands. Yuji not ripping his gleaming eyes away from you.

Just Yuji Itadori.

Until your blade hits a bump unexpectedly, sending you towards the ground faster than you are able to react. Fuck, you’re gonna fall and make a fool out of yourself in front of your secret crush, you’ll ruin this whole date with your clumsiness-

“Ooops, looks like the ice wasn’t even there. Are you okay (y/n)?”, Yuji laughs out, wrapping his arms around your waist, catching you mid-air with ease.

All you can do is hold your breath while staring up at his face. Only inches away, close enough to get touched by your fingertips, close enough to get touched by your lips. Oh, how beautiful he looks in the down-going sun, how mesmerized you are by his visible breath in the cold air.

But what hypnotizes you the most are those eyes. Filled with nothing but kindness, gleaming in the dim light like the stars themselves. Oh, you truly don’t deserve the way he looks at you right now, you don’t deserve to be blessed by his orbs.

“I needed so say this for a while but gosh, you look so nice (y/n)”, he suddenly blurts out.

Your wobbly feet glide around the eyes again, send you almost onto the hard surface underneath if it wasn’t for Yuji who wraps his arms around you even tighter.

Wait, is this really happening? You’re laying in his arms, smell his scent, get looked at by him. And now he just told you that you’re…nice?

“You have to be kidding”, you breathe out.

After all the things he’s been through, the horrible scenarios that must haunt him until this day, he still holds you securely in his arms while smiling down at you as if nothing ever happened. Yuji Itadori, finding you nice? You, who is nothing but a pretty normal person?

 “I would never do that”, he replies immediately, helping you back onto your weak knees.

You can’t help but sway a little back and forth, still drunk by the sound of his sugary words.

“You’re so important to me and that I never told you how beautiful you are is honestly insane. Thank you for going out with me tonight, you have no idea how much it means to me.”

“You have no idea how badly I fan-girled over this”, you mutter more to yourself.

Yes, Nobara definitely had to endure a lot since Yuji asked you out to go ice-skating with him. Well, even Megumi did…

“You did what?”, he questions.

“Oh, nothing”, you immediately reply.

“No, you just said somethi-“

“Nah, you didn’t get that right. Come on, let’s skate a little-AH“

“Watch out (y/n), you almost fell again!”

This is a part of @lees-chaotic-brain and my collab - you can find the list and the fics of my gorgeous girl here 🤍

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[lyricalt]

[destiny] minific - prismatic

Had this tiny thing sitting in my prompt files and had no idea where or who requested it (since last year, I think) but here it is, ahahah. I definitely wrote the majority of this after finishing The Final Shape campaign, and made some kinda joke about both Shin and Drifter sucking ass at Prismatic, lmao. Anyway.

ShinDrift - PG

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Prismatic was an odd beast to wield, and Shin’s had his fair share of wresting with unknown, dangerous powers. It was hard not to default back to the familiar warmth of Solar or fall into the easy sway of Stasis. Trying to control Prismatic energy was like spinning too many plates at once, and Shin knew he was completely guilty of playing that game once or twice. 

Transcending was proving to be a nightmare for him. He felt his energies slip like water through his fingers, everything from Solar to Strand, he couldn’t hold on to any of it. He was clumsy, and Shin wasn’t used to feeling this way.

Lucky for him, other Guardians were also trying their hand at it. Warlocks were already writing academic papers. Hunters gossiped about all sorts of new skillsets. Titans on the Ghost channels were sharing ways to shape it. Shin himself had been observing Crucible matches and reading up on theory. Interesting ideas, all around. He didn’t need to work up the nerve to try Prismatic out in Crucible, not with everyone else doing the same. 

It was almost refreshing, running headlong into a fight without a plan.

Transcending took a while longer than he would’ve liked. And in any case, he pretty much wasted it while trying to Golden Gun out of instinct then promptly tangled himself in his own Strands. Shin wasn’t a prideful person in most cases, but it did bruise his ego some to have the Titan on his team defuse some of the Strands caught around his arms. Thank fuck for the anonymity.

When it happened a second time during a Gambit round, Shin had to see himself out while a hundred Scorching Knives fell from his pockets in a confused moment of wanting to fire a Solar blade barrage and fling a Void arrow at the same time. He wasn’t even sure what grenade he ended up throwing. Stasis, maybe. An ice wall of nothing. If Shin got any kills from that, it would’ve been from the enemy team laughing to death.

Drifter, mercifully, hadn’t said anything over the comms.

He suspected the only reason Drifter didn’t was because of his own troubles with Prismatic energies. Not too long ago, Shin had seen Drifter attempt to make a Prismatic weapon but it was no good when Drifter couldn’t much control it himself. 

And, besides, even if Drifter had laughed or made fun, it’d been a while since Shin had been genuinely delighted by something—might very well be his happiest instance in discovering a new power, instead of being risen with nothing but anger in his heart and firing the manifestation of his rage through a Golden Gun. Prismatic energy felt cleaner in a strange way. More chaotic for sure but pure, no hidden emotions behind it. 

At the end of the Gambit match, Shin found himself in front of Drifter in the Ready Room. They were alone. His boots settled on the floor, left over transmat grids fading away. With a short laugh, Shin unclasped his helmet and pulled it off.

Drifter looked annoyed. “What gives? You know I’ve got these matches fixed. You’re ruining my scores.”

The cold air of the Derelict was welcomed for once. There was still sweat behind Shin’s neck. He bent forward by a touch, hands on his hips to inhale. He was exhausted, power reserves nearly drained. On his next exhale, he wiped his glove across his forehead. “...Sorry.”

The apology must’ve given Drifter some pause, but not enough to stop his complaining. “Yeah, yeah. You sound mighty happy for a guy who just about self-destructed on the field. Why bother with that Prismatic crap if you’re just gonna shit eat?”

Shin glanced at Drifter. Drifter was looking at him all funny. Could be because Shin did look happy. Couldn’t hide it, even if he wasn’t smiling about it, but Drifter had a way of knowing.

Shin let out another laugh, like he couldn’t believe it himself even as the words came out.

“It’s fun,” he said, shrugging. When Drifter didn’t answer right away, he put his helmet back on. “Let me back in.”

And against all odds, Drifter did.

[darksolace18]

Joyride

Biker!Namjoon x reader

Authors note : This will be based on the fanart picture above. Friggin biker BTS au has me in a chokehold.

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One thing Namjoon hated, was stereotypes.

People tended to club up pastel+soft appearance = Soft girl who is kind, loved to read and do all those soft aesthetic stuff.

Or, for instance, Pierced guy with tattoos + motorcycle + leather = Bad boy who hooks up with everything has a pulse with no academic interest and most probably bullies nerds.

He had been in such circumstances a lot of times, where his personality was misinterpreted due to his fashion sense.

Yes he had tattoos, yes he had a very sexy looking bike and loved riding it, yes he looked everything like a bad boy.

But yes, he also loved to study, read books and write soft and gentle music.

He had an IQ 148 for a reason.

But still, truth is, he is clumsy. Very very clumsy. But he is never clumsy during riding a bike.

But this time, staring at you through the modern looking glass wall of the bakery you were working at, as your eyes locked in with his, he fucking lost his balance and crashed right on the gravel floor as his bike skid away from him.

The streets were empty at this hour, but a few passer-by had gasped and crowded around him, asking if he is alright.

He groaned, feeling a thick liquid run down his forehead as he cradled his right arm, which made the veins of his forehead pop out in pain.

There was a loud shout, a female voice, shouting at the crowd to stop crowding him as gentle hands held his face, lightly slapping his cheeks.

"Stay awake, stay awake, open your eyes, that's it, that's it, your doing great" The voice, sweet as tingling bells, praised him as he droopily kept his eyes open.

His vision was slightly blurred, but he could very well make out your features as you gently tried to pull him up.

You groaned at his weight, after all, he was pure muscles.

He would have chuckled in some other scenario, but it even hurt to breathe.

"Can-Can anyone hold him for a minute?" You say, trying to keep steady on your feet.

He whines at the loss of your lovely warmth as some other man held onto him.

"Hey, stay awake mate. " The guys voice entered his eardrums in a painful jab.

He wanted you to hold him.

But soon, he heard the very familiar roar of his bike.

His senses heightened, feeling angry and ready to spew shit to anyone who touched his precious bike but then-

Then-

His brain sputtered and stuttered. His thoughts going to a standstill. He could only hear the throb and beat of his heart in his ears and the pain in his forearm.

You sat perched on his bike, dressed in the soft pink shirt and brown trousers with the familiar bakery apron, as you ordered the man holding him to gently help him sit behind you.

He could not have asked for a better vision before his death.

The bike was the typical black Kawasaki Ninja ZX 4R, and seeing you sit on it with you back arched, leaning forward, it did something inside him.

But sadly, his sex appeal in that state was similar to a chicken nugget.

Slowly and steadily, he was set on the back of the raised seat of the bike, uncomfortablly flopped onto your body, breathing hard.

Is this how girls feels whenever they would sit on the back of the bike?

His ass felt like it was sitting on a pin. And his height did not help him at all.

At this rate he would fall off.

But, suprisingly, you grabbed his arms and wrapped it around your full waist, ordering him to hold on tight before you took.

Namjoon had seriously underestimated you.

You looked a soft, shy girl when he saw you through the glass window who did not know anything about being cool or whatever this was.

And he was pleasantly, happily regretful.

You knew how to ride a bike. How cool is that?!!!

"Stay awake, don't close your eyes! Talk to me, what your name?" He heard you yell over the sound of wind.

"I AM awake, thanks for asking. But i would like to know yours at first" He says, a small smile on his lips, groaning occasionally at the painful thumbs on his forearm. It must be broken but, how is he not screaming and crying right now?

You let out something similar to a laugh "I asked first!"

"Namjoon, Kim Namjoon at your service ma'am" he replies.

"Well, right now it's me who is in service. I hope you don't mind me using your bike to escort you, do you?" You speak out, words filled with mirth.

He grinned "Use it as much as you want. You look sexy anyways"

He cursed internally. This isn't how he usually advances on girls, but right now his pain made him do useless things.

But, surprisingly, you laughed yet again "Why thank you Namjoon, but I don't know if it's you or your fear of life speaking" you said as you smartly manouvered through the traffic and also the twists and turns of road.

"It's me speaking. I can see your a proffessional" he says, happily nuzzling into your neck.

"Namjoon, it tickles." You deadpan.

"Oh shit im-"

"Chill dude, why are you getting so shy? You weren't so when you were blatantly staring at me. Do you do that always?" You ask.

He shakes his head as no, his energy depleting more and more as his eyelids turned heavier.

"Don't fall asleep on a pretty girl joon, the hospital is here" you nudge him with your shoulder and keep him awake.

Soon enough, the view of the hospital came into his sight and immediately, he felt his body give out.

Well, so much for keeping up a charming appearance.

The next time he opened his eyes, he swore he saw a great wakening light.

But it turns out it was just the vicious lightbulb in his hospital room.

He felt woozy and his right hand felt heavier than usual. His throat was parched as he reached for a cup of water.

But soon, a cup had been put infront of his mouth, filled with water and urging him to drink.

Putting his lips on it, the cup tilted up as the cool refreshing water slowly trickled down his throat.

"How do you feel"

On hearing the voice, Namjoon instantly spat out thelast remains of water and coughed as water entered his sinuses.

He didn't expect you to be there.

"I think at this point I'm a hazard to your health." You say cheekily as you start to peel an orange, sitting beside him in a chair.

Namjoon blushed, hard. Why were you still there?

"Eat up" an orange was forwarded towards him.

Namjoon turned and looked at you and cursed a little.

You were out of the clothes he had last seen on you. Instead sporting a sweet yellow coloured sundress with white polka dots printed on it, your hair loosely braided.

Namjoon swear he could kiss you right now, you looked so pretty, so beautiful.

"Stop staring. You were out for 2 full days" you say as you stuff the orange in his mouth, unable to hold your hand up any longer.

"You have a broken hand and slight bruising on your ribs. Thankfully, no concussion. But i dont think your family of seven boys will be as soft as me" You said, looking at him straight in his eyes.

Namjoon's eyes widened. You even met his brothers?!

Namjoon felt a little self conscious, he wasn't the most attractive in his friends group, what if you started to like someone else there?

Namjoon's mood visibly flattened, as he slowly chewed on the orange.

You noticed his fallen expression almost immediately. Your heartstring tugging at you slightly as an innate urge to pat this pouty man's head came over you.

Unlike his exterior, he was pretty cute.

You had slightly freaked out when he passed out completely on your back on the bike, nearly falling off of it.

She managed to make it through the remaining distance and immediately screamed at the medical staff for immediate assistance.

They were quick and soon he was admitted and his brothers were contacted.

You sat there outside the emergency room for about an hour before 6 screaming voices were heard and 6 figures clad in various mismatched outfits barrelled through the glass doors.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS KIM NAMJOON?!" A guy with broad shoulders, strikingly handsome face which was red due to the amount of screaming came into your view.

You waved at them, ushering them towards you.

"Yes hello, he is in the emergency room for now." You informed them as they tensed up.

A young boy with several piercings and a shy demeanor stepped forward, eyes darting around nervously "W-well...will help be alright?" He asked.

You gave him a comforting smile, nodding at him "A nurse informed me, he will survive. It wasn't anything major, just a broken hand and a gashes forehead and several other scratches and all that. They are just doing the final check up and will soon shift him to the general ward." You informed.

They visibly sagged their tensed shoulders, relieved.

Another silver haired guy, who strangely resembled a cat stepped forward and nodded at you "Thank you for your help, if you please, we want to pay you for your generous help. And also can you please tell us where his bike is so we can bring it back?"

You took a step back, eyes blown wide with a frantic expression "No no, I don't want money. Absolutely not. And don't worry about the bike, it's parked in the parking lot. I drove him here on it. And riding that bike was enough gift for me"

The guy's eyes widened "You rode that bike here? With him on your back?"

You nodded as a reply.

Before they could continue, the same nurse came out and informed them that he is stable but will be out for 1 or 2 days because of the sedatives to help him rest.

You heaved a sigh of relief too. You could finally feel the sticky feeling of dried blood on your back as it started to itch. This shirt was ruined.

"Yeah so, I'll get going now. Please tell him a get well soon from my side" You bow to them and head towards the exit before the silver haired man stopped you.

"W-would you visit him tomorrow again? I'm sure he would like to thank you properly" he told you.

Thinking about it, you really did want to visit him.

He caught your eye afterall.

You nod at him with a big smile "Yeah, if you don't mind I mean"

The broad shouldered guy shook his head aggressively "No no, Absolutely not, your welcome here anytime miss".

Two days passed since then,you would visit him with a basket of fruits or small muffins with you everytime you were free from work.

You also bonded with the brothers well by that time, and the youngsters practically loved the muffins you brought.

"So uh, what next?" Namjoon's voice interrupted your thoughts, as he looks at you with a forlorn look.

"Hm...I wanted to ask you something Kim, if you don't mind" You ask him, leaning towards him slightly.

"Uh yeah, anything" Namjoon felt his face heat up a little at the slight proximity.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" You ask, completely throwing Namjoon off at the straightforward question.

Namjoon felt like a high school girl with a crush, all red faced and stuttering and stumbling in front of his crush.

"I uh- yes?" He uttered out, making you raise your eyebrows.

"Is it a question or an answer?" You quiz.

He immediately shakes his head "NO NO, I mean I would love to go on a date, if you want to i mean"

You smirk at him and continue to peel more oranges.

"so....is that a yes?" Namjoon asks, quite unsure of your expression.

You look up at him and hand him yet another orange "After you get discharge, rest for a week, then bring your bike out at the central plaza. We can go bike riding as a date" you tell him, popping a orange in your mouth this time.

He flushes up, the image of you sitting sexily on a bike was NOT what he wanted to imagine with you infront. But he couldn't help it.

"FINALLY, MY BABY BROTHER IS GETTING THAT ASS!!!" A very loud voice, interrupted them yet again. Making Namjoon groan.

"FUCK OFF SEOKJIN" He yelled, embarrassed out of his wits as the girl laughed out loud beside him.

"YAH! WHERE ARE YOUR HONORIFICS YOU SHIT MONSTER".

[yakuzacanons]

Hello! Can I request Shinada dating headcanons, sfw, nsfw, pretty please? *w*

First post for my sweet baseball boy, let's fuckin GOOOOO so excited for Shinada time bb. All the tasty deets down below, happy new year sweet anon!

To put it bluntly, Shinada is pure of heart and dumb of ass. Man's got a heart of gold and a puppy dog type of love but boy is he oblivious. You could flirt openly with him and he'd be like "Haha, funny joke!". It's actually because he's too nice to assume someone is into him, although he is also just kind of a little stupid sometimes.

Not great at hiding the fact he has a crush. Blushes like no tomorrow when complimented and has a totally cutesy vibe around you if he's into you. It's easy to chalk it up to his silly and easy going attitude, but honestly he's playing up the goofiness to cover up the fact that he has no fucking clue how to tell you how he feels.

Shinada is aware that his current work/living situation isn't exactly ideal relationship material. Hell, it isn't ideal even for him by himself! He's too hard on himself in many ways but romance is definitely a category where he just counts himself out of the list of potential guys someone like you would date.

Having said that, you cannot fathom his surprise if you were to confess to him. He'd probably just blurt out a shocked laugh or try to brush it off as some weird new joke of yours before realizing this shit is really happening in real life in real time. After that, he's just like "Now what?! I never thought I'd get this far??"

If you don't confess first, he will eventually reach a boiling point and just say it himself, likely blurting it out in the most unplanned way possible and probably after a couple of drinks to give him courage. Despite the fact that it's super sudden, he IS unusually serious and sincere about it.

Dates are pretty casual for Shinada since his budget is pretty small. He likes just getting a meal or drinks with you, something casual where he can spend most of the time talking with you. Although he can have a clumsy vibe to him, he's actually a pretty good conversationalist and loves getting to know you.

Fond of just holding hands and taking walks. He'll be much more affectionate in private though. He's a total cuddlebug. Would fall asleep just holding you every single day if he had it his way.

Pretty shy about inviting you over to spend the night since his place is super cramped and if he's honest he's not always the tidiest man on earth. Will go through extra effort to clean and stock the fridge with food you like if he knows you're coming over ahead of time.

In bed, Shinada is a verse but he tends to lean more towards being a power bottom than anything else. Not particularly kinky, the occasional hair pulling is fun but he's not into getting whipped or spanked. He's too much of a sweetheart golden retriver type of guy to hit you during sex either, he'll just get nervous and embarassed.

Has an average sex drive. So many years of being utterly single has made him good at restraint so he won't ever just be in a desparate or insatiable mood. Overall, a pretty respectful guy albeit a little oblivious and clumsy at times.

Important note: sleepy king, almost as bad as Akiyama. Please forgive him if you call him in the morning and he totally misses it. He was actually just passed out.

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

Diego del Lobo discussion

HEAVY SPOILER ALERT FOR MYSTERIES OF THE PAST

also old man (im not an old man) ramblings

ALRIGHT I FINALLY FINISHED THE SEASON TODAY AND I'M HAVING A LOT OF EMOTIONS.

Diego is such a fucking well-written character (this season was really well done honestly albeit I did get super pissed off several times but also the tension it gave was really great!).

Diego was such a nice foil character in the story. His growth, downfalls, and everything was so well-placed to the point that's its really heartbreaking.

First, we are introduced to him as a suspect (great start!) in the Alastor arc. He's a smart and suspicious person, committing plagiarism, making fake copies of paintings—all that good stuff.

(Note that I played S4 before S3 and I actually dropped S3 because the cast in that series felt like a dysfunctional family and it was just unpleasantly annoying)

We get help from him from time to time in the World Exhibit arc, even when he whines about it. Even with his suave persona, we see that he is also quite the nerd and got attached to especially Evie and Charles! In the end, he joins the squad, where he considers himself feeling like he had a family within.

Diego was such an antithesis to Justin Lawson, someone who we didn't trust in the start, with intentions not completely pure, until he falls into one of the most critical roles at the last arc.

Quick JL analysis (I'm glad he's dead)

Lawson lost himself in his pursuit of "justice", becoming deaf to the cries who were supposed to be helped by it. It's not like he was completely evil at the start! He didn't want to sentence a teenager who had killed his best friend out of panic from the gang wars! In the end, when he had the power to change, Lawson became the very villain, the corrupt official that the Flying Squad were initally tasked to get rid of in the first arc! (A really fun foreshadowing!)

Meanwhile for Diego, things became more difficult for him. His loyalty was really intense and at times, I felt like the extremeness of his actions was a way to prove himself to the Squad that he really changed. Like, he was even upset when he became a suspect in another case to the point of drinking. He continuously put his own life on the line in order to help us. Aiding Isaac and Charles with their love troubles, supporting Evie's with hers. Being concerned with Arthur being scammed. Heck, he considers Evie a little sister and the way they treated each other like family was so sweet. He was doing so much. That itself, showed how much he loved the Flying Squad.

(I like to think that Evie never hated him for killing Charles, only that she was heartbroken over it, but she knew Diego well enough that she would know how it must've destroyed him in the inside. Tis why I think she still visits him until he finished his sentence.)

I love how his past criminal life played in the story. He never changed his ways, only doing it for the good of people this time. His connections and wittiness saved our asses a lot. However, it wasn't completely pardoned as it was what eventually forced him to leave the Squad, his family.

ALSO HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH CHARLES (in a way, it too, was yuri). We know he has a thing with Maddie and he did express some heartbreak over her dating Charles. BUT he really does love Charles! Charles in opposite of him, he wears his heart on his sleeve that it gets his ass into tricky situations. A bit clumsy and nerdy, very sweet. Honestly, with how open Charles is as a person, I think it's really sweet to how Diego, a person used to wearing masks, got so along with him. He helped Charles from the scam, aided him with his wedding and even told Charles that he was husband material! We do know that some members in the squad were on the fence with Diego, but Charles also really loved him! They trusted each other in a very risky mission, where they even kept it a secret from Maddie.

I think that's what makes Diego being forced to kill Charles so heartbreaking. When he said Charles was husband material? Charles gave up his life in order to protect his wife and child. Diego not only lost the Flying Squad—his family, but also tore another family apart in the process. And as heartbreaking that was, their sacrifices weren't in vain. It paved the way of the Flying Squad rescuing Concordia.

I like to think that in the meantime while he was in prison, he was helping other prisoners change their ways—in the way that the Flying Squad changed him too. I want to believe that he reconnects with the Flying Squad again so bad. But it's not like prison was full of cold criminals in this series, we've had those with accidental murders. I want to believe Diego found another family with them as well.

(and also maybe meddle with some intense mommy issues that will happen in the prison (intense Guilietta and Fransisca staring)

[studiob487]

SYLVIA SCARLETT (1935)

Director: George Cukor

Cast: Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Brian Aherne, Edmund Gwenn, Dennie Moore, Natalie Paley

A young girl disguises as a boy in order to escape the police.

This is one of my favorite movies. Which is pretty hilarious because this movie was completely panned when it came out and it actually lost $363,000. Katharine Hepburn, asked producers to destroy the film and offered to do another movie for free. Director George Cukor would never be hired at RKO again. Wild!!

This movie is credited as the start of Katharine becoming "box office poison". Hepburn would later say you'd have to have something wrong with you to love this movie. I don't disagree as there's something seriously wrong with me.

Didn't learn this until recently but blew my mind - this movie is adapted from a novel published in 1918. Imagine how ahead of its time this story was then, when it was still considered so in 1935! This makes it all the more important to remember that many of the terms we would use to describe anything around gender and sexuality today, didn't exist then. Concepts of sex, gender, sexuality where not distinctly defined from one another. Which all affects how you might code a character: who prefers the same sex and/or does not conform to gender.

A TCM article confirms that the movie's "sexual politics were ahead of its time". For example, Hepburn's character continues to dress in men's clothes even after the character didn't have to any longer completely. That utterly confused audiences at the time. Audiences would also walk out when it showed that both male and female characters were attracted to Hepburn's character.

I re-watched this with someone unfamiliar with older movies and they saw Michael Fane (played by Brian Aherne) as "negging" Scarlett's character. However, Fane's whining and criticisms towards Scarlett was not intended to get her interested in him (like toxic and goofy-ass dating "experts" would advise). If intentions didn't matter and it's just about slinging insults - any enemy to lovers trope would fall under negging. But then the context comes in...

With added context, Fane was actually interested in Sylvester and initially loses interest in them as Sylvia. It was almost night and day on first meeting "Sylvester" versus "Sylvia". His spiel on women was to indicate his past experience with Lily which he is unjustifiably attributing to all women. Beyond that, it also characterizes his disinterest in women, which is in opposition to what he is supposed to feel as a man. Thus he reluctantly chases Lily (the one who embodies the feminine ideal), yet never Sylvia despite Fane having been real keen when they were Sylvester. Note that he also starts to warm back up to Sylvia in men's clothes! And both characters on their escapade begin to realize they are more compatible with each other (versus the conman Monkley or the manipulative Lily). Imagine the audience reaction at the time - though you don't have to try so hard as there were plenty of written feedback (featured in the last link).

This is only half-baked in my mind at the moment but I think Monkley and Lily may both loosely represent what their respective sexes should be to a toxic extreme. While Fane is stuck in jail with Sylv he realizes their kindness and gushes over Sylv (yup, in men’s wear). “Clumsy, impetuous, generous, warm-hearted fool...” Meanwhile, Monkley realizes Lily is perfect for him because they are both terrible and lets Fane and Sylv run off. The message, to me, becomes about finding someone who shares the same values you do rather than the ideal "man" or "woman"!

This gets pretty dark for a comedy, specifically the side story about Scarlett's father. So general warning for that!

The "French" makes me wheeze with laughter every time I hear it. It's pure gibberish, with no attempt of forming an actual sentence in French.

This movie would later inspire the musical comedy Victor/Victoria (1982) starring Julie Andrews.

TCM Comments on Sylvia Scarlett (1935)

"The Men Who Made the Movies" portion with George Cukor on 'Sylvia Scarlett'

"A Woman's Lot" portion with Katharine Heburn talking about 'Sylvia Scarlett'

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He's screwed up so goddamn badly, in more ways than one. The cold, cutting edge of Reggie's tone slices through him, leaving frost in his veins. In that moment, Dmitri knows he’s crossed a line, said something that can’t be undone, no matter how unintentional it might've been. In his terrified, clumsy attempt at stopping Reggie from assuming the worst, he’d opened his mouth and let something stinging tumble out. Of course he had. Now, he’s frozen in place, kneeling by the bed with his fists clenched around the blankets, breaths shaky and uneven. His gaze remains unfocused, but in the corner of his vision, he catches Reggie scrambling away from him like he can’t get enough distance fast enough. That heart-sinking weight in Dmitri’s chest doesn’t settle-------- it digs deeper. He’s already apologized because Reggie deserves that much and more, but what else can he say? He can’t bring himself to beg, can’t plead for Reggie not to hate him, especially as Reggie turns his back with a weak excuse about abuela needing him, a lie so thin they both know it won’t hold. Dmitri’s ruined fucking everything... the holiday, their plans, maybe more than just that. And now he’s left with the aftermath. He’ll clean up the bedroom alone, make breakfast alone, and spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s alone, picking up the pieces of the mess he’s made.

What the hell was he even supposed to say? That last night had felt good? Of course it had, how could it not? That much went without saying, but his blood still howled for more, viciously tearing at his restraint. He wanted Reggie, desperately and endlessly, without logic or reason. It was unbridled desire for his gorgeous best friend and that tight little sexy ass of his. The problem was that he shouldn’t want this, couldn’t want it, because every time they gave in to that dangerous spiral of lust, it threatened to unravel everything. The friendship they’d built, the pure safety it represented, all of it warped under the heat of their ferocious want. And Reggie? Reggie was becoming his heartbreaker. Because Reggie would break his heart. Dmitri knew it, could feel it happening already, piece by agonizing piece, as Reggie stood there lying to his face, spinning excuses about needing to leave.

It wasn’t even a good lie; they both knew that fucking much. Reggie was running, putting distance between them like he couldn’t stand to share the same air anymore. Suddenly, the ache hit Dmitri full force. It wasn’t just emotional------ it was physical, a sharp, needling pain inside his skin, like something was trying to drag and crawl its way out. Suffocating in his own heated flesh, he forced himself to move, standing slowly, almost painfully. His guilty gaze flicked to the rumpled bed, then dragged up to Reggie’s retreating figure. Okay. So he didn’t regret it. That much was evident... and maybe that made Reggie kind of insane. Maybe it even meant he cared less about their friendship than Dmitri did, and the thought was nearly sickening. But Reggie didn’t understand, did he? He didn’t know what it had taken for Dmitri to become this soft, this steady. He had no idea about the violence Dmitri had fought to bury, the dark parts of himself he’d conquered just to be someone worthy of standing beside him. But that was okay... So long as Reggie didn’t leave, Dmitri wouldn’t fall apart. He wouldn’t let the havoc inside rise again. Because losing Reggie (losing the loveliest person in his life) would mark the end of all that peace-keeping and deep suppression.

A few more deep breaths, and though Dmitri’s sable eyes are heavy with a maelstrom of emotion, he manages to start compartmentalizing. Slowly, steadily, he pulls himself together. He won’t mention what happened again after today, not even once, and he’ll give Reggie space------- if that’s really what he needs. Dmitri hates the thought of distance, but he knows he won’t crumble under it. Not immediately, anyway.

"You should've made me stop, Reg," Dmitri huffed, "You were working up the courage all night to tell me something sweet, and I just..." He broke off, the bitter truth of his deeds unfurling inside him, slowly suffocating. He’d taken what he wanted in that moment... because he needed to hear what Reggie sounded like when he was lost in pleasure, needed to claim him, even if just for one night. None of that was Reggie’s fault. Dmitri knew it was his own damn problem, his inability to control that beastly appetite of his, to rein in that reckless, excessive lust. But now Reggie knew what to do-------- push Dmitri away when he started to lose control. If their friendship could even survive this test. Unable to stand the sight of Reggie looking away, Dmitri’s feet moved quickly around him, gaze desperately following the direction Reggie’s eyes were fixed on, locked on that damn door. There was a temptation to step in his way, to block him completely, but he understood that would be pushing it too far. "Go to abuela’s, do what you need to do," Dmitri said, molten honey tones quieter, unsure. He took a shaky breath, his palms lifting, hesitant at first, and yet they eventually found their way to gently cradle the sides of Reggie’s face. Simultaneously, Dmitri braced himself, completely expecting Reggie to shove him away, to reject the touch. "But you’ve gotta tell me we’ll be okay. And I need you to mean it------" His jaw clenched, the words cutting off, unable to finish the sentence that felt like it might break him. Large masculine hands fell slowly, uselessly, to his sides. "I need my best friend, Reg. You don’t even know how much."

reggie's already half asleep when he feels the movement, and though a low little moan in his chest slips out as he feels dmitri press inside of him again, he doesn't move much, feeling limbless and spent, tired in a way he's never sure he's felt before, all the while dmitri's low, warm voice drips like honey over him, soothing him more, letting him fall into sleep that only rouses momentarily here and there before taking him under again. it feels like bliss, a warm, safe, perfect bliss, and all thoughts of what's going to happen in the morning are scrubbed from his mind and not at all a worry or concern. he's simply happy.

as the sleep starts to fade, however, his body protests against much movement at all, groaning and complaining about any little shift, as his hips and legs twist and move, his arms press against the cush bed under him to push him upright, and his eyes slowly open to face the cold grey light of the room.

dmitri isn't beside him anymore, and every inch of him feels cold, but before he can even scan the room, he hears the words and stops short. blinks. it's all rushing back, a sudden wave, a moment of true joy before it's ripped out of him again. dmitri's across the room before reggie has a moment to even think and the more the other man talks, to more it's like icy little stabs to that place inside of him that had been so warm and content just a moment before.

I never wanted this to happen.

it's that stab that twists the hardest in his gut, and something so cold crawls up his stomach that he's afraid he might be sick if he keeps looking at the regret written all over dmitri's face. he's the stupid one, here, the desperate, horny slut who spread his legs for a man he knew couldn't feel the same way about him that he felt. his heart still aches, remembering whispered words from the night before. mine, need you, promises made in a throw of passion that mean absolutely nothing now that the light of day is shining on them. he felt hope, maybe too much of it, even with all of the warning he had before, and now that it's being ripped away from him so soon after bliss...

reggie just blows out a breath and shakes his head. "forget it." words cold, colder than he's ever been with dmitri before, and his body is moving in the exact opposite direction of where the other man is knelt by the bed, like he's praying forgiveness to some god that might not even exist. eyes scan the floor for any sign of his haphazardly discarded clothes, suddenly feeling too exposed and too raw and needing out. some part of him is screaming that he needs to shower, to wash away any hint of dmitri on his body (a task he knows will be impossible for at least a few days, as he can feel pulsing points of skin bruised with claiming bites and marks all over), but even the idea of that makes him sick.

he can't be here, being rejected to his face, being told he's dmitri's best friend and that's all he wants when all reggie can think about is how good last night felt. he finds his pants and tosses them on, hanging low on his hips as he stands and stretches, still searching for his shirt. "i told abuela that i'd help her fix that creaky step on her porch before i have to be back to the firestation for my next stretch of on calls, so i should just--" he sucks at his teeth, stopping himself from saying more as he feels the hurt and anger dripping in his tone. he has plenty of time before he needs to leave, he planned vacation days around this, being here with his friend, but right now--

right now, running feels safer than his heart breaking more.

finally, his shirt is in his hand and he's tossing it on, mind already doing the checklist, where are his keys, where's his wallet, where is his phone. what music is he gonna put on his shitty truck stereo while he drives the hell away from here to completely drown out the voices in his head saying 'i told you so' over and over.

"i don't regret it, by the way." it comes out of him before he can stop it, eyes firmly planted on the door now, the escape, but feet rooted seemingly to the floor. "i'm sorry that you do, but it was--" perfect. wonderful. "-- i don't regret it. but i won't bring it up again. we're best friends. that's it. that's all."

[getoswhore]

ᥫ᭡ ─ PEEK-A-BOO! ⸝⸝ shuji hanma.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ bully!shuji x f!bimbo!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your dumb little self can't stop being so clumsy, especially around the biggest school bully, dropping your glasses and getting on your pretty knees in search of them only to just be teased for them..

warnings ⸝⸝ 1.1k+ wc. sws. dc. non/dub-con. noncon recording. coercion. time skip!hanma. college au. reader wears glasses. oral sex (m. receiving). public blowjob. face fucking. oral creampie. cum eating. throat bulging. voyeurism. dacryphilia. asphyxiation. hair pulling. bullying. degrading. slight masturbation. this is so taboo, help. (17+).

note ⸝⸝ yes, reader lowkey kinning velma, she a blind bitch— but BUT, this was supposed to be a kisaki fic but some whore–@dilftaroooo–convinced me to make this mr. turnip heads fic.. *runs on all fours*

“dumb bitch.”

were the first words you heard growl beside you the second your foot overstepped the last staircase. your eyes fall to the polished floors in front, legs buckling and anchoring themselves to the ground, and you can feel your jaw clench in anticipation already in resigned to the discomfort to follow.

your poor knees scrape against the campus floors when you were met with gravity, even when you try to heed your fall; newly painted nails skidding across the tiles, the pain radiates in a way that shatters your brain, or was it just purely embarrassment that made your breathing suddenly shallow?

either-or..

a silent sob prys from your mouth when you try to gather yourself up as quick as you can but hearing all of the snickers of how much of a loser you are stifling around made your breathing hitch.

yet, those slick comments didn't phase you that much; used to the remarks your classmates would always whisper around about you throughout the years..

used to them always giggling at you when you're desperately in search of those glasses that had always fumbled with gravity as well..

used to them always leaving you helpless, walking around you, blissfully unaware of the pain you endure..

you've always damned yourself about those goofy oversized glasses in silver frames because they were always finding themselves on the ground when you did. they've always made you look like a complete idiot in search of them; knees halted to the campus floors, hands sliding against the dusty tiles to find them desperately, not caring about the pile of clipped papers and books that went down too..

you just needed your glasses first. and everyone knew that. but they all only pointed and laughed at your clumsiness before leaving you behind like some dead meat..

“oh, oh, please,” your fingers slide across the tough leather of your books, dipping around them to find those thick lenses, “where are they..” your voice is faint as you ponder, just how the voices that teased you all fainted away slowly when the school bell rung.

so attentive on finding those lanky glasses of yours and worried about being late to class, the clicking of boots that bellowed closer and closer was out of your focus..

“hey, sugar, you wanna know somthin’?” a familiar deep and taunting voice echoes down the stairway behind you. you jump slightly, eyes squinting as your head spins around.

before you can process the blurred figure walking toward you, the man speaks again, “the number of times your dumbass has dropped these ugly ass glasses is the same number of girls i’ve fucked,” he's close now, feeling the heavy presence of the mans taller frame leaning down to you.

“and that's a lot.”

“h-hanma?” you know that snarky voice laced with foul intent by heart.

his screaming taunts always stung you and left a ringing in your ears throughout the years of his brutal harassment. just hearing his pitched voice made your skin cold, hands to even cramp up from the memories of him flinging your glasses across the room to only watch you crawl around for them before stepping on your newly painted nails with the heel of his boots.

“in the flesh, cutie.” hanma cooes before flicking at your forehead, a gentle pang from his pointer finger to your skin.

“leave me alone, asshole.” you pry away from him, trying to swat away his inked hand from your face.

“oh? fine then. i was tryna be nice and give you your glass but you wanna be a bitch–”

“no, give them to me.” you go to stand up quickly but the sudden familiar sharp sting to the roof of your hand kept you down. wincing at the tough feel of his boot imprinting against your skin made you whine, bones feeling as if there being crushed between the sole of his shoe and cement.

“hanma! get off of me! that hurts!” your free hand swats at his leg, only to take a new route of actions quickly; gripping at his thigh instead when he put more of his weight down.

“you gonna stop being a bitch then?” you almost pout at his words but instead you simply nod, too weak compared to him so what's the point of fighting him off when you know he always wins in the end?

“eh.. i don't know if i wanna give 'em now. you hurt my feelings.” you can practically hear the laugh he's holding in his chest slip through his teeth.

your burning eyes flicker up to his; partially a blur of a face but you can see the outline of that shit-eating grin he always holds highly around campus imprinted on his lips. hanma didn't mean to twist his tongue in his mouth and loosen his death grip on your hand, but he never realized how pretty your lips look when you pucker them up into a frown; the heavy gloss on them shining just like the stinging tears pricking at your lower lash line..

he truly never cared to even notice how the mesh of your skirt raised higher than it should have when you're on your bruising knees after a hard, embarrassing fall..

or even cared to realize how pretty you really do look on your knees in front of him..

hanma swallows down that bubbling feeling in his belly that rises at the pleaing look you give him. but seeing you almost whine, desperate with mercy in his hands, he couldn't help the way how his pants suddenly stiffen around him, feeling how the growing bulge in his jeans press painfully against the leather of his belt.

“heh, fine. you want them?” you nod vigorously, eyes squinting and seeing his hands motioning around your face, but hearing the clasp of a belt unclip made your brows knit together.

“have 'em.”

hanma frees your hand from under his heavy boot, and you can feel your blood rush to it instantly but the second your hands reached up for your glasses, your blood could only pump faster, feeling something harder and thicker than the silver hinges you're used to holding.

your hand flinches back. eyes now open all the way like someone was prying them apart, trying to get a good look of that thick blur prodding in front of your face.

“h-hanma? what're you doing? what is that?”

“do you not want your glasses?” he cooes, voice whisked like auditory caramel, “they're right in front of you.” hanma nudges himself closer to you, just enough to smell the deep husk of him and caving you in with your back staggering against the wall behind you.

barely, the focus you were putting in rushes; a fuzzy image of his pretty long cock in chastity that drools with a pearl of pre, his cock swinging heavily close to your face with your bent glasses resting close to his dark-haired base. your brain stutters, mouth left agape at the surreal sight.

hanma? the shuji hanma, your worse bully? prodding his beating cock at your lips? in the campus stairway halls?

the air felt as if it became thicker, harder to suck in when your focus moved to the side, seeing how his long legs caved you in, a lanky hand pressing against the wall beside your head.

“c’mon. quit actin’ stupid ‘n suck my cock already or your not getting them.” he's already nudging the crown of cock between your pursed lips as he enunciates.

all of this was happening too fast, your brain was still trying to catch up on how you even fell in the first place. but now? you couldn't even understand if this was a fever dream or not.

you try to push away, eyes wide, owlish-like, confused as to why this was even happening. yet, that irk of an itch in the back of your brain was bugging you, feeling the cool air hit against your panties that suddenly drool a little with your slick..

that itch in your brain screaming out to you to finally get some dick, even if it was your bullies fat and pretty dick..

and soon, that annoying itch was quickly brushed off the second you allowed his prodding tip to break past your pretty lips..

“mm, good little slut. open wider, gonna take a whole lot more than just this.” hanma groaned, head hanging low against his chest as he watched you take in more of him.

those golden eyes never left you, not even for a second, even if he heard people walking around the halls. he was too focused on the way you wrap your pretty lips around his length, the warm feel of your mouth before dipping further in, feeling the way your throat contracts around him.

your hands reach out for stability on his thin legs, gripping around them tightly when ‘sin’ rooted itself into your hair, fisting it into a ball to push you down against him faster.

“oh, fuck,” his eyes narrow, hooding into slits, only seeing a thin line of yellow glowing under his lashes as a smirk runs along his face, “why haven't i done this before?!” the fingers at the back of your head knot firmly into your hair, almost threatening to pull it from the roots.

your eyes almost knock to the back of your head when he crushes you fully against him, nose being tickled by the dark hairs at his base and the cold feel of your glasses.

tears begin to quickly prick from your eyes, nose beginning to run, and drool slipping from the sides of your mouth as he guides your head faster and faster over his cock. the tight feel of his cock head jabbing at the back of your throat made you whine around him, hips shifting around and a sharp pang to shoot between your thighs.

your hand twinges, quickly guiding itself down between your bodies and past your thighs to relieve that ache of tension. the pads of your fingers run along the sticky trail against your panties, adding pressure to your weeping clit that throbbed at the slightest touch.

“you getting off to this, whore?” hanma growls, a guttural moan scraping at his throat, “like being used like the hole you are?” he grows harder, forcing your throat to work him in and out of you at his impatient, incessant pace.

“answer me slut. you like this, don't you? playin’ with that little pussy while i use you?” he tugs the back of your head, making your lips pop off around his cock. bubbles of spit drool off the fat of his tip with a slimy string connecting to your lips.

you go to respond, a heavy breath of air catching in your throat but he was only toying with you, wanting to catch you off guard and stuff your pretty mouth full again. wanting to make you retch around his sheer mass that stretches your throat, a subtle bump of his cock bulging through when he slides back in.

his hands clapping around the back of your head to keep you in place, your mouth struggling for any agency. you try to flatten your tongue and try to drop your jaw as much as possible, licking lightly and stroking against the underside of his thick cock, but it felt impossible with his size to make some room without cramping up.

“yeah, keep playin’ with yourself like that, this the only attention you'll get from me, stupid whore.” pleasure was rising messier and greedier the more he rocked you back and forth. the sudden bucks of his hips sync with the devoted bobbing of your head that drove on with a singular intent.

though the words that slipped through his lips along with strained moans stung you, you do as he says; your fingers rolling around your panties with enough pressure against your sensitive bud, pinching and lolling it over, till you were moaning in coeval with him. you tease your clit, the smooth pads of your fingers running along the messy pool of your arousal as hanma can only scoff.

“never knew you were so fuckin’ filthy,” he titters over the loud bubbly slurps you provide around his cock, “‘n–fuck–never knew your throat can handle me like this.” his head lolls off to the side, craning over with his jaw hinged open.

his harsh words shouldn't have affected the way they did, but you can only moan around him, the tingle of vibrations makes the apple in his throat to bob.

trying so desperately to breathe but forgetting how to tell your body to do so, you can only hope he was close before passing out.. and so, you try to run your tongue over his cock to heed your help, soon feeling a particularly prominent, rising hardness begin to stand.

hanma didn't even want to give you a warning either, enjoying the sappy tears that roll down your flushed cheeks, makeup drooling along the streams as well. you looked so pretty below him like this, crying over him, desperate need to breathe all because of his fat cock. he couldn't help it, bucking his hips hard enough till your eyes squeezed shut and feet to tap against the floors.

he couldn't help it..

the desperate feel of you trying to prove to be able to handle the frantic indulgence and pleasures coming on stronger for his needs, he couldn't help but pinch your nose close.. watching the way you try to pull back when he forced you back against his base, suffocating you with the fat of his cock.

the heavy and hot tears that clump up around your chin drip down, just how his thick ribbons of cum shoot in the back of your throat. feeling your mouth being filled quickly with his hot sticky mess, some pooling out the sides of your mouth made your brain numb.

and you couldn't tell if it was the lack of oxygen or the high feel of your mouth being used for the pleasure of him till he popped and your pussy to drool even more..

“fuck, yeah, yeah, take all that fuckin’ cum,” his calloused hands keep you hostage to swallow it all, deeming you till you did, “any slips out ‘m breaking these glasses, bitch.” he snips.

finally, he lets you pop off his cock, but the recovery was short-lived, ‘punishment’ pinching into your stained cheeks, “y’know, just as pretty as you look on your knees, you look a lot hotter on camera.” he grins.

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To the Bitter End: Chapter 13

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Pairing: Doc Holliday x Earp!Reader

Chapter Notes: Y/N and Doc must attend Morgan’s funeral/burial, and confront what could possibly be their last day together. Y/N faces the rapid decline of her health without Doc by her side, the weight of it all nearly too much to bear.

Story Summary: The youngest Earp sibling joins her older brothers in Tombstone with the hope that the new climate will ease her consumption/tuberculosis symptoms and reconnect her family.  But as she settles into this new life, will she find something worth living for? Someone who can tame the loneliness?

Warnings: Smut + violence/death + illness

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The sheets slipped over your body as you rolled to face John. The dull ache of your muscles brought a smile to your face as you remembered last night's adventures in ‘marital impulses’. Now on your other side, you could see John’s peaceful face as he continued to sleep. Needing to feel him close, you wrapped your leg over the top of his as you reached around him with your arm falling across his chest, attaching yourself to him. There you stayed, allowing yourself to be lulled into a sleepy haze by the rise and fall of his chest. The moment was pure and sweet, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that crept into your heart as you thought about what the day held for you. Today was the day you buried your brother & said goodbye, hopefully just for now, to your husband. 

Lost in thought you missed the signs of John stirring awake beneath you. Doc carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke, “Good morning Mrs. Holliday.”

Tucking yourself closer to him, your response was nearly lost in the warm expanse of chest, “Good morning Mr. Holliday.” Your lips peppered his side with light kisses as you indulged yourself in the feeling of having your husband in your arms. John’s head fell back into the pillow below him as he allowed himself to be present in this moment. With as much grace as you could muster, you moved yourself on top of Doc. Settling yourself on his hips. Your hands slid up the sides of his body, lacing your fingers with his as you moved. Leaning forward, you brought his hands with yours next to John’s head. Doc brought his lips to yours as he removed one of his hands from your grip, sliding it into your hair. Firmly, John pulled you into a fiery kiss, your teeth and tongues clashing clumsy as your desire for one another got the best of you both. Uneven breaths were exchanged between you as you continued to fall into your lust. 

Wanting more, your hips began to move against Doc’s, the feeling of him causing a frenzy in your brain. At some point during this heated exchange, Doc freed his other hand, settling it on your hip. He used his hand to guide your movements, bringing you both closer to the edge. A deep moan poured from you as John began to work his fingers between your folds, teasing you deliciously. The feeling of his ministrations caused your movements to falter, Doc saw the opportunity and took it. Carefully, John worked his fingers into your aching core, starting with one and adding a second when you were ready. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. 

Reaching down between your bodies you guided John’s fingers away from your core before working to sink yourself down onto him. Doc’s moan mixed with your gasp as you adjusted to the feeling of him. It didn’t take long, and you were rocking against him, seeking your release. John moved both of his large hands to your hips, helping you move.  You could feel his thighs tense below you as he lost the last of his composure. Bending forward you brought your mouth to Doc’s collar bone, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh tipped Doc over the edge, his climax crashing hard through his body. Your own release arriving as John dug his fingers into your ass. Not wanting the moment to end, Doc pulled you down to him, relishing in the feeling of you still wrapped around him. And there the two of you stayed, the warmth of your bodies allowing you both to settle into that thin space between wakefulness and sleep. 

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After some time John felt your body shiver from the draft blowing through the room. With great care, he rolled you back onto the bed before taking a damp cloth to clean you up. Sitting on the edge of the bed Doc looked at the clock for the first time this morning, a deep knot formed in his stomach when he realized it was time for you both to get ready for the day. 

“It’s time darlin’ ” 

A wave of emotion rolled through your body as you thought through all of the steps you’d need to take to complete this wretched day. 

Not hearing a response from you, John stood up from his side of the bed and moved to yours. Deliberately, he worked to help you stand up next to the edge of the bed. Grabbing your housecoat from the post, he threaded your arms through the sleeves before tying it around your waist. Placing a thoughtful kiss on your temple, John helped you begin the process of packing up your belongings before getting ready for Morgan’s funeral. Once you left this room you wouldn’t be returning.

In total silence, the pair of you packed up the room. John helped fold your dresses, placing them carefully into the suitcase you had left open on the bed. Taking care of the vanity was your job. Finished with clearing out the wardrobe, John moved behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. Closing your eyes, you sunk back into him allowing yourself to take a small break from the task at hand. Doc buried his nose in your hair, taking in the scent of the perfume oil you’d placed there before the ceremony the night before.

Your right hand moved to your neck, your fingertips brushing lightly over the silver chain that clung to your sweat-covered skin. 

“Morgan gave this to Louisa on their wedding day…she gave it to me last night, to remember him by.”

“It’s beautiful Y/N”

“I wish he was here Doc. I don’t want to do this.” 

“I know darlin’. I wish you didn’t have to.” 

John’s warm hands slid up your arms, settling on your shoulders. He gave you a quick squeeze before stepping back to grab the black dress he’d placed on the bed earlier. 

“Let me help you Y/N.” 

Nodding your head in agreement, you turned to face Doc. Step by step John assisted you in donning the funeral dress before moving to get himself ready. Your chest burned from the effort of standing this long. Knowing you needed to rest, you moved to sit in the chair next to the vanity as you watched your husband. John made quick work of putting on his outfit, the last step being to secure his black tie in place. You stood from your chair grabbing the delicate diamond tie pin from its spot on the vanity. Quietly you approached Doc as he adjusted the tie, making sure it was perfectly snug around his collar. With great care you placed the pin in the center of the garment, attaching it firmly to the shirt behind. Once you were done you placed your palms flat on John’s chest, tipping your head back in search of a kiss. Doc obliged at once, capturing your lips with his. 

In the distance, you could hear the grandfather clock in the lobby below signaling the change of the hour, and you knew it was time. You could no longer put off the inevitable. The pair of you turned to make one last sweep of the room ensuring that nothing was to be left behind. Satisfied that everything was accounted for, John helped you grab your bags along with his own before making his way to the door. With Doc’s hands full you opened the door for him before taking the key from the hook next to the frame. John stepped through into the hall with you right behind him. Turning you both looked back into the room, taking a minute to reflect on the many memories the pair of you had made in the short time you’d shared the space. With a deep, rattling breath you closed the heavy wooden door, the thunk of it in its frame acting like a bookend to this particular chapter of your life. The metal key jingled in the slot as you locked the door. 

“Ready?” John’s voice was soft and encouraging. 

“No, but we don’t we really have a choice now do we.” 

Shaking his head no, Doc turned to descend the stairs. As the two of you entered the lobby the noise of the other patrons dimmed to a low murmur as they took in the sight of you. The feeling of their eyes on you nearly sent you into a panic. Noticing your body tense John shifted the bags in his hands so that he could place one on the small of your back. He guided you out of the building and into the sunshine. John sat the bags down and took in the bustle of movement in front of him. The sound of wagons moving caught your attention as it pulled closer to the Grand. Looking to your left you saw that the pair of wagons was being driven by your brothers. A sick feeling curled around you as you clocked the wooden casket laying in the back of the lead wagon. The sight of it froze you in place.

Having finished placing your bags into the wagon, Doc made his way back to you, threading his fingers into yours as he stood by your side. 

Turning your head you watched John stare at the casket in front of him. His eyes glazed over the longer you stood there, it was clear from his expression that many emotions were running through his mind. 

“John, help me into the wagon?” Your question yanked him back to the here and now. 

Doc gracefully helped you step into the wagon and find your seat. He moved away from you to stand next to Wyatt who was watching Josephine cross the street, her parasol blocking the intense sun from hitting her delicate skin. 

“And so she walked out of our lives forever.” Doc’s quiet words caused Wyatt’s chest to ache with longing and regret. Trying to shake off the unwanted feelings, Wyatt stepped up into his seat, wasting no time in urging the horses forward. John mounted his horse and followed alongside Wyatt. 

Leaning against the building on your right was the group of cowboys who’d made your lives a living hell from the moment you set foot in Tombstone. Ike Clanton was out in front while Curly Bill and Ringo lounged back in rocking chairs on the porch of the bar behind them. 

Wyatt paused in front of the men.

“I want you to know it’s over.”

“Well. Bye.” Curly Bill’s sarcastic tone grated at your last nerve. Your hand gripped Louisa’s tight as you heard Ringo begin to speak.

“You smell that, Bill? Smells like someone died.”

“Jesus, Johnny.”

Deciding there was nothing more to be said, Wyatt snapped the reins, the horses moving immediately to the command. Virgil followed right behind his brother, wasting no time and paying the cowboys no more attention. 

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The trek to the cemetery felt as if it took an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few minutes to the plot where you’d bury your brother. Lost in thought you didn’t see John come up to the side of the wagon.

“Y/N.” His voice caused you to startle

You reached out to grab Doc’s hand. You felt weak as you stepped down, internally you knew that grief only accounted for part of the reason your body was on the verge of giving out. A deep fit of coughs cut through the quiet as you stood next to John. Reaching into his pocket he grabbed for a handkerchief, but you waved him away, as you already had one tucked into your opposite hand. 

In the distance, you could see Wyatt standing next to a man who appear to be a pastor. Once all of you were off the wagon you moved as a group to meet up with Wyatt, but as you got closer he headed back in your direction. 

“Virgil, Doc can you help me?”

“Of course” Their responses overlapped each other.

The three men turned to make their way back to Morgan’s casket. Slowly and with great care, they moved your brother to sit next to the space that had been dug for him. The smell of the freshly turned dirt sent your stomach rolling, as Louisa’s sobs brought tears to your eyes.

Having completed his job, for now, John moved to stand behind you, his hands gripping your waist in a show of solidarity and strength. Your ears began to ring as the pastor began to read passages from the Bible. You recognized the sound of your brothers’ voices as they each spoke a final parting message of remembrance, but it took John leaning down to speak into your ear for you to realize that it was your turn. 

“Morgan, I…I’m sorry. I am so very sorry. I… it should have been me. I don’t know what exists for us beyond this life, but I pray that you’ve found the peace and comfort you so greatly desired.” There was so much more you wanted to say, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Stepping from behind you John moved to help Wyatt lower Morgan’s casket into the ground. Virgil’s still injured arm prevented him from helping further. A soft sound echoed up as the wood hit the soft earth below. The first thump of loose dirt being thrown on top proved to be too much for you. Needing space, you found your way back to the wagon, and there you waited for it all to be over. 

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A dark shadow fell over you as you leaned against the wagon. Looking up you saw your husband standing in front of you, his hands reaching up to wipe away the tears that had fallen on your cheeks. 

“Doc, can I ride with you to the station?”

“Of course Y/N.”

John helped you into his saddle before settling himself behind you. With no more words, the group moved off to begin the next leg of the journey to the train station. The blazing Arizona sun beat oppressively down upon your shoulders, causing sweat to pour from your bodies. John’s coughs had held out for the duration of the funeral, but now they came frequently, his right hand dabbed away the blood as it bubbled up from his lungs. You could sense just how deeply he was suffering, and it only served to intensify your worry about the significance of this day. 

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By the time you reached the train station the dark of night had descended upon the town, the steam from the train painted white clouds into the dark of the night. Standing there on the platform you let the sights and sounds envelop you. You were back where you started, but so much had changed in such a short time. Virgil had been shot, Morgan was dead and buried and you were now a married woman. When you arrived in Arizona you never could have imagined how much different your life could become, in some ways for the better and in others for the worse. 

Behind you, the sound of Wyatt’s voice could be heard over the din of the chaos around you. Turning around you, scanned the platform looking for John. Your eyes found him standing next to Wyatt their heads close together as they discussed their plan of action. You hated to interrupt, but now more than ever you needed a moment alone with your husband. 

Crossing the platform you quickly made your way over to John.

“Wyatt do you mind?” 

“Not at all.” Wyatt gave you a sad, knowing look as he searched the sea of people for Mattie. 

John’s hands found their way onto your body, pulling you tightly to him, as your own found purchase on his frame. There were so many things you both wanted to say, and yet nothing seemed fitting for the moment. Leaning your head back you rose up to press your lips to John’s. The feeling of desperation flooded your system, and all sense of propriety was lost as you let your tongue slide across John’s lips, begging him for more. Doc’s hand came to the base of your neck as he let himself memorize the feeling of your lips on his and your body beneath his fingers. What John would have given for one more night in your arms.  Doc’s attention moved from your lips to your neck as he placed bruising kisses on your delicate skin. A small moan escaped your body as you got lost in the feeling of him.

“John-” You knew time was running short, but you were unwilling to let go so soon. 

“I know darlin’. Please just let me hold you a little longer.” John’s lips returned to yours as he kissed you languidly, taking in every little sound you made. 

The sound of the conductor calling for all aboard finally pulled you back to the reality that sat before you.

“John Henry Holliday, thank you. Thank you for loving me in a way no one else could. Please, do whatever it takes to come back to me. I need you to come back to me.”

“Y/N Holliday, I will do everything I can to come back home to you, to the bitter end remember. I love you with every fiber of my being, and no matter what happens I’ll always be yours. You’re my one good thing, remember?”

“To the bitter end.” Your words a confirmation that you too would do your best to keep death at bay long enough for him to return. 

John slotted his lips with yours one final time before walking you to the steps of the train. Tears filled your vision as you took your seat next to Louisa, you could see Doc standing on the platform as he waited for the train to leave, he seemed to sink into the shadows the longer the train took to leave the station. Your hand had just lowered back into your lap when you heard a voice booming over the conductor’s second call of all aboard. 

“Hey, Y/N! Where’s Wyatt?” Your eyes flicked out the window as you saw two men with red sashes pointing shotguns in your direction.

“Right behind you, Stillwell.” 

The loud crack of Wyatt’s gun echoed through the air as one of the men dropped to the ground dead from the bullet wound in his chest. 

Virgil leaned his head out the window as Wyatt clenched his fist, raising one finger in the air as a silent signal to his brother. 

The train lurched from the station as Doc, along with a small group of other men, approached Wyatt’s position. Clearly, the hunt had started, one cowboy down, and countless more were still to go. 

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The final destination for this train was unknown to you, Virgil was the holder of the master plan for your family. But as the days ticked on it became clear that you were getting as far away from Tombstone as humanly possible, and the thought terrified you. You knew in reality that Doc was no longer in the boom town, but the fact that you were removing yourself so completely from the last place you’d seen him fed your worry that the night on the train platform was the last time you were ever going to see him alive. Your time on the train was spent actively trying to control your mind as it raced out onto the plains attempting to envision all possible scenarios playing out miles away with Wyatt & John. The others in your party noticed the empty look in your eyes as you stared out the window, your skin soaked with sweat, a bloody handkerchief clutched in your hand. 

“Y/N, you need to eat something. I don’t remember the last time I saw you eat.” Allie’s worried voice floated to you before getting lost in the wind whipping through the open train window. You heard her speak, but you didn’t have the energy or desire to acknowledge her comment, so instead, you continued to look blankly out the window. A deep stab of pain emanated from your chest as you felt your lungs convulse. The sound of wet hacking bounced through the small space drawing unwanted eyes in your direction. The attention became more judgmental as the people around you watched the cloth in your hand grow redder. Exhausted, your head fell back against the seat, your lungs heaving in a pitiful attempt to take in air. subconsciously, you noted the steep decline you’d taken during the short time spent on the train. The stress and anxiety of the past few days were finally catching up to you in a truly ugly way. Fear ran through your body as you contemplated the nearness of your own demise. 

In your peripheral vision, you saw someone sit down in the empty seat beside you.

“Y/N girl, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Virgil’s deep rumbling voice went straight to your heart, and try as you might, you couldn’t prevent your emotions from bubbling to the surface. Not wanting to deal with life at the moment, you let your head rest against the window frame as tears spilled from your eyes. The sound of quiet sobs passed between you and Virgil as he sat unmoving next to you.

“Talk to me Y/N.” His pleas went unanswered as you screwed your eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming feeling of sorrow that had a vice grip on your soul. 

“I’m here if you need me.” Knowing you weren’t ready to talk, Virgil stood from his seat and moved back to Allie who was sitting just a few rows behind you. Louisa had been inhabiting the seat next to you, but the sound of your wheezing and coughing had grown too much for her to handle emotionally. She had left to walk around the train car earlier in the day and had not returned to the space next to you, rather choosing to settle further back behind you. She felt guilty doing so, but you understood, you’d have done the same if you were in her position. 

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Hours moved by without your noticing, the monotonous scenery flew by, fixing you deeper into your trance. It was only when a chilly breeze whipped over your clammy skin that you realized the sky had grown dark outside of your window. Looking around, your eyes first caught on Virgil and Allie who sat talking quietly, their heads close together. Then you found Louisa, her nose pressed into a book as she tried to distract herself with a story. The conductor’s loud voice announced that the train was approaching the next stop of the journey. Virgil’s head snapped up at the sound, his face turning in your direction. A downtrodden smile shaped his face as he took in the sight of you. You tried to stand, but your legs shook as you worked to press yourself up. The effort to stand sent your lungs into a fit, doubling you over in the tight space between the seats. In a matter of seconds, Virgil had closed the space between you, holding your shoulders as he guided you into the seat closest to the aisle. Heavy panting accompanied the coughs, your feeble attempt to quell the coughing only served to intensify the situation. Your vision went spotty as the lack of oxygen took hold.

“Y/N, I’m here, I’ve got ya.” Virgil slid into the seat behind you, pulling you against his uninjured shoulder. His arm wrapped around your front locking you in place as your vision fully faded and darkness took hold. 

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Your eyes fluttered open as your body adjusted to the feeling of rough cotton sheets on your sensitive skin. The fabric was damp with the cold sweat that had pooled beneath you as you slept. Your chemise soaked with sweat clung to your body, holding the dampness close. You were burning up yet, shivers tore through your muscles bringing uncomfortable tension in their wake. To your right, you heard a door handle jiggle as someone turned the knob. Letting your head fall to the side your eyes locked on Virgil as he entered the room. The frail timber of your voice caught him off guard as he hadn’t yet looked in your direction.

“Virgil, where are we?” 

“You’re awake, thank God. We’re just outside of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. A nice lady offered to let us stay until we could make other arrangements.”

“How long have I been out?” 

“A couple of days. You started to come around a few times, but your fever kept pushing you back under.”

“Help me sit up please.” 

Virgil helped shift in the bed, tucking pillows between your back and the headboard. Just the small change from laying to sitting left you exhausted. 

“Any word from Doc & Wyatt?” You knew the answer before you even asked the question, but you hoped that maybe you’d be wrong.

“No. We haven’t heard anything from them since we left the train station in Arizona.” Nodding silently you let your head fall back into the pillows behind you, your eyes closed in pain and sadness. 

“Let me get you something to eat Y/N girl.” Without waiting for a reply Virgil moved from the bed and back into the kitchen. There he grabbed a bowl of soup from the pot that was warming over the fire and a glass of water. 

“Here, let’s try to get food in ya.” Opening your eyes again, you reached out to grab the bowl Virgil held out to you. As your hands wrapped around the bowl, he could see just how much they were shaking. Virgil knew that if he let go, the soup would come crashing down. 

“Let me Y/N.” Virgil placed the glass of water on the stand next to the bed before sitting down on the mattress next to you. Slowly he dipped the spoon into the soup and brought it to your lips where he carefully poured the warm liquid into your mouth. It burned down your irritated throat causing you to wince in pain. Virgil waited for your face to soften before bringing another bite to you. 

With each spoonful, you could feel your dignity slipping away. You knew your brother was doing his very best to care for you, and that you should be thankful for him, but at this moment only resentment and anger filled your mind. Bringing your hand up you pushed the bowl away from you, hoping Virgil would get the message. Thankfully he did, without asking for an explanation he rose from the bed, placing the spoon and the bowl on the stand along with the water. Bending down Virgil kissed your temple, exiting the room swiftly after pulling back from you. 

Alone in the silence of the room, you let yourself be overtaken by emotion. 

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Yandere Bnha Doctors

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So, Yandere Surgeon Dabi hates everyone, I mean, everyone. His colleagues, patients, he does not care about them at all. He is rude and brash to everyone, even his patients. But he's the best in his field,literally no one does it better than him. However, his reputation is falling, so the hospital head decides to give him a few residents to teach. Now, Dabi is even more pissed since he's stuck with these dumb asses, and everyone is praying for these poor souls. But then you come along, a very eager to learn first year resident, little miss sunshine. You look like everything sweet and pure in the world, always ready to help anyone around. He hates it, and he just can't wait to bully you and welcome you to the real world. But you don't ever take any of his words to heart, never let him turn your day bad. You happily take any extra shifts he gives you, take his super harsh criticism and work on it, and you always smile so warmly- he doesn't know he's falling for you until its too late.

Yandere Paramedic Aizawa who saw how worried you were for a your neighbour. The old lady hadn't come out of her house for a day, and you immediately broke into her house to check up on her when she didn't return your calls. You had saved the poor woman, who was very sweet (honestly, she had 2 cats, so Aizawa was already liking her) You thanked the man profusely, not understanding that this was his job. It was shocking for you both when he abruptly asked you for your number, asking you out on a date. You wanted to say no, but the old lady answered for you. You didn't want to reject him in front of her, and you also didnt want to embarrass the kind lady for answering on your behalf- so you agreed, for now.

Yandere Psychiatrist Hawks who you went to after a bad breakup. You just wanted to talk to someone and a friend recommended him. Dr Keigo is very good, he listens to you and gives you really useful advice. He doesnt even charge you for overtime, telling you that its not a big deal. But when you insist, he laughs and tells you that maybe you should buy him lunch. And you do. In your mind, you think that you're just paying back your kind doctor, not realising he wants to be friends with you, perhaps even more. When you tell him that talking to him has really helped you gain back your confidence and that you're ready for a new relationship, you don't see that something snaps in him, not noticing how fake his smile gets each day. You thought you were getting better, but ever since you started taking your new medicines, you seem to get more paranoid each day. You're more drowsy, and you hear some voices when you're alone too. Dr Keigo tells you trust him as he puts you in his car and drives somewhere. He's just trying to help.

Yandere doctor Bakugou and nurse Izuku with a reader who just has the worst luck in the world, or according to Bakugou "you're so stupid!" but Izuku insists that you're just clumsy. Its not you like to get hurt, you just do. You don't know what to do. If you go them, they scold you; Bakugou is yelling at you as he puts your arm in a cast while Izuku gives you a lollipop. If you don't go to them, they're at your door in the middle of night, Bakugou sighing in relief before (again) yelling at you for not coming to them for your headache, while Izuku just sobs because he was so worried that you didn't come to the hospital this week. Somehow, you always end up feeling guilty for worrying them, especially when you notice the huge bags under the blonde's eyes as he wraps the bandage around your hand or the way the nurse continuously asks if you're hurt somewhere else.

Yandere gynaecologist Miruko who took a liking to you the moment you arrived at her clinic, nervously asking about contraceptives and birth pills. She makes you feel so comfortable and safe, you can't help but make her your permanent doctor. She's not like other doctors, the examinations are never painful. She knows exactly where to touch, and she's very careful and precise with you. She gives you only the best medicines, the ones with the least side effects. The one's that make you feel good. She's so easy to talk to, you don't even realise how much you share about your personal life with her. Its not long before your doctor is telling you that you should break up with your boyfriend, because you've got some kind of STD. Don't worry, she completely trusts you, it must be his cheating ass that infected you. But don't cry, Dr Miruko will be with you every step of the way, even if you don't want her to.

Yandere doctor Enji with a reader who has a weak immune system. You get sick often, and when your old doctor moves away, you decided to visit a new one. Dr Enji is always so quiet and calm during your visits, judging scanning you with sharp eyes. You don't know why, but you feel a bit intimidated by him. Perhaps its the way he towers over you, or the way his large warm hand feels around your breast for lumps- but at least he looks away. He's not a creep right? Yeah, maybe its just how old people are. When time comes for you to move away, and you inform him that this will be your last visit, for the first time, you see him look a bit angry. But he collects himself quickly, and wishes you the best. What you don't know is that Enji has connections with some very powerful people, he's treated patients that come from rich families like politicians, military, even the yakuza. So, don't be surprised when someone knocks you out in the middle of the night and you wake up in an unfamiliar bed with Dr Enji tending to your wound.

Yandere dentist Overhaul who you started going to because your work pays for it. He's a weird man, but he cleans your teeth up quickly. He scolds you when you're late to your appointment by just a few minutes. And he rolls his eyes when you tell him about your day, even though he asked for it. But then, your company goes bankrupt one day and they stop paying for your dentals. Of course, when you explain this to Dr Kai, he just rolls his eyes and tells you not to worry about it; that you can just pay for it later. It goes well at first, but when you tell him that you're going to leave the town for your new job and ask for how much you owe him, he tells you a number so big, you almost faint. Kai had been over charging you for everything, and the debt that has piled up is too high. The only way to pay it is for you to leave your job, move in with him and start a relationship. He'll take care of you from now on.

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Another post on Moon signs you can drag me for

Before we get into the actual thing, I'd like to say this post initially started as something else but ultimately, what I tried to put across is, sometimes Moon signs aren’t that easy to decipher. It’s easy to grasp overall characteristics of the signs and then learn how to identify their specific traits. But what people seem to forget it that Moon represents the deepest side of us & our inner world - it’s uncommon to really see someone’s side of it unless you really pay attention. Sometimes I’m surprised to see what someone’s Moon sign is even if I know this person well. Meaning, people usually hide that part of them - or they just simply process it internally and others can’t see their emotional reactions. It’s also uncommon for folks these days to fully express their emotional needs so it gets even trickier to pin-point their Moon characteristics. I don't think I have to mention this but, of course, your entire chart should be taken into account, as well as house placement, aspects. Personally, I like to also look at Moon's dispositor.

Let’s start from my friends, Gemini Moons, who, I feel, get a bad rep for not showing their feelings and scanning every emotion like an AI. Nah-ah. I know this one Gemini Moon whose immediate emotional reactions aren’t very cerebral in the sense of processing everything in the mind and intellectualizing it aka, what people like to label as being un-emotional. Instead her reactions are often fast (air energy) but physically expressed through Mercury (Gemini Moon’s dispositor) and Sun (overall identity) – she has them both in Aries. She’s a crybaby who can burst into tears in a matter of seconds. So she’s not something that would stereotypically be assigned to a Gemini Moon. But what I did notice is that all Gemini Moons tend to have this weird look on their face when they’re processing stuff. As if they were about to have a brain malfunction; they stop and have that specific worried look. They also like to either gossip or tell stories (either real or made up lol); they’re great with words - they can talk for hours if they feel comfortable with you. They just crave interaction and mental stimulation. Their quick reactions tend to make them effortlessly witty. Even if they’re a withdrawn Gemini type, they make up for it through social media and technology or just a quiet exploration. My shy Cancer pal with Moon in Gemini is now a brand/website designer and an instagram queen who travels the world. This is great energy for content creators in general. And don’t forget that Geminis need to have their fingers in many pies. It’s because they always have a backup plan… and they get bored easily so they need that chaos around them to feel at home. They like to have options in everything, which is kind of funny cause it’s hard for them to make up their minds and actually choose something. And they store a lot of information in their brains… I feel like it must be exhausting, no? 

On the other side of the axis, whenever I see someone with a Sagittarius Moon, I can immediately say “yup, a Sag Moon indeed” (probably thanks to my Sag stellium), meaning, they all seem the same to me. Sag Moons often find comfort in exploration - best if it’s literal travel. They always seem to need to free themselves from their surroundings, family, roots or their own culture to discover something new and exciting, even if it’s only in the imaginary words - through books, movies and other medias. Their happiness always lies somewhere else from where they currently are. Like, I think all Sagittarius Moons that I know have left their parents and went their own paths early on. And they have this yolo attitude. Just like Sagittarius Suns, they’re massive dorks, probably also obnoxious… sometimes in a REALLY annoying way. They’re either a) very wise and curious b) lil preachy and stuck up c) just plain dumb clowns with no filter. But they’re all funny. And they take things lightly, with a natural ease. This means sometimes they may offend other people just because they assume everyone’s as chill as they are; „relax! I was just kidding!” - that’s a phrase you’ll hear from them often… I mean, unless you’re a jokester yourself and you’re unmoved by their sarcastic or teasing words. They have somewhat spiritual or philosophical nature so besides making you laugh, be prepared for deep monologues. They want to believe everything will eventually fall into place. It’s also hard to bring them down - or I should say, it’s hard to make them acknowledge that they're feeling down - they always try to distract or cover it up with a joke, usually a self-depricating one. If Sagittarius Moon (or Sagittarius in general tbh) is telling you that they’re unhappy, then it’s serious.

I’ve noticed there comes a point in life for a Libra Moon where they just have enough. They’re too nice for everyone and one day they wake up and yell about how they have to do everything for everyone and everyone wants something from them and bLah bLah. Makes me think of when Bieber was this overly nice kid and then he was like “I’M NOT TAKING PICTURES WITH FANS ANYMOREEEE AAGhJFJFUWIUq”. Yup, a Libra Moon, everyone. They know how to charm and appeal to people, I think overall they’re easily liked by others. Sometimes it’s simply because they like to kiss people’s ass just to avoid being rejected. That’d be a Libra Moon’s nightmare. They like other people’s company too much. And they thrive in relationships and in a big circle of friends. What they hate is confrontations (like every other Libra placement omg). They may be good mediators when it comes to other people but if they’re involved in an argument they get sooooo passive aggressive. They just don’t know how to handle conflicts - it’s as if their nervous system wasn’t designed for emotional outbursts (because, you know, everything needs to be peaceful and harmonious Venus-style). A fussy or angry Libra Moon will suddenly get loud as they blame someone for something… and then they’ll leave the room cause they’re scared to even hear the other side of the argument. Or, alternatively, they’ll make a doormat out of themselves just to stay quiet and avoid causing any rift. And making decisions? I think it’s common for them to have two different romantic interests and feeling so dramatically torned between them *Alexa play Agony from Into the Woods*. Then when they decide, they have problems breaking the bad news to one of them.

On the other end we have Aries Moons. *deep breath* Listen, I think I’ve said enough about having Moon in Aries (or rather purely dissing it) but last time it made a bit of controversy so why not wreak even more havoc. I have a good description for this one: I will punch you but be gentle with me cause it’s easy to break my fragile heart. So basically, imagine putting Buttercup and Bubbles into one person. And honestly, I need to say this, women with this placement are just hot badasses, look at friggin Angelina Jolie. The queen of badass. The queen of hot. People say because Aries folks move quickly (literally and figuratively lol), they often get bored with whatever got them excited last week... or yesterday. Ha, yeah, right. You get their heart to open up and they’re going to have their eyes for you ONLY, like a lil puppy. Give us treats and we’ll build our world around you. But NOT in a clingy way by any means, we need our space and independence after all. My lil niece is an Aries Moon and ever since I started playing guitar with her, she became my #1 fan or something. That’s the energy. But we get easily bored with day-to-day stuff so yeah, there’s that. Innocent and clumsy yet raw in their emotions - so there’s potential to make mistakes sometimes (or a lot of times) or having this tunnel vision, like „I want this and I don’t care about anything else!”. And then excusing it with some „but the heart wants what it wants” crap (looking @ ya, Selena Gomez). They experience constant inner movement and turbulence that needs a physical outlet in order to feel satisfied. WE NEED PASSION IN OUR LIVES, OKAY?!?!?? now leave me alone

Aquarius Moons aren’t as cold as you might think. People like to describe them as if their Moons actually disappeared from their charts: dEtaCheD, uNeMotiOnaL, tHey fEeL nOtHinG. It’s just they don’t sit and dwell on things, they find solutions to the problems. If something doesn’t make them feel right, they just leave that situation. They do care about other people’s well-being, they’re very sensitive in that regard, they’re humanitarians after all. Yeah, they detach, but from their own emotions - in order to make sense of them. They may seem like snow queens sometimes (and this comes from an Aqua rising) but they’re really friendly and if you pique Aqua Moon’s interest, they’re going to be curious about you. They like new exciting things so if you’re cool enough, you have their attention. Usually they’re pretty progressive as well and can’t stand injustice. That’s why you’ll see them standing up for those who are in need. Uranian energy gives them a specific type of sharp intuition and wit. Idk they’re just cute in a quirky way. But this buzzing, fast energy is a great recipe for anxiety, over-thinking and frequent changes of heart. Similarly to Sadges, they need constant exploration and stimuli. Intelligent, people-oriented (but not people-pleasing! Look to Libras for that), individualistic. They definitely need their own space and independence. Their decision-making is fast and it’s easy for them to just say „screw it, I’m doing this”. My Aquarius Moon friend just casually decided that she’s moving to Turkey cause nothing in our city (or even country) seems interesting or helping her expand… So she was like, see ya suckers, I’m leaving.

Leo Moons shine from within. You’ll spot them from a mile away even if they’re on the shyer side. They’re all lil stars no matter their profession. Very expressive people & easily excitable. Art galleries, live shows, theater - they love a creative environment even if they don’t pursue that lifestyle themselves... One of my Leo Moon friends is an art junkie – suggest taking her to an obscure play at the local bar, a music festival, a weird museum – she’ll say yes in the blink of an eye. And she loves discussing these things. A Leo Moon may not see themselves as artistically inclined, but usually sooner or later they at least try dipping their toes in music, arts, acting, dancing... you name it. They’ll learn a simple 3-chord song on a ukulele and then play it to you in excitement. Imagine a lil kid making you a puff piece and being super proud of it. Sometimes they just need some encouragement. Remember, Leos feed off of praise, that’s their fuel. Doesn’t mean they’re all proud, egotistical people but what it does mean is that they need a lil assurance to gain their self-confidence. I lived with a Leo Sun/Moon for almost 15 years (who’s a musician btw so yeah, a classic creative Leo type) - he did have some issues lol but ego wasn’t one of them. Drama followed him everywhere but I’m pretty sure he disliked it himself. BUT, with that being said, I feel like Leo Moons tend to dramatize themselves internally. People say it’s something Virgos or Geminis would do - because of their tendency to overthink, but Leos can just go straight to a worst-case scenario in their heads simply because they exaggerate everything. So don’t be surprised to see a Leo Moon feeling down and anxious. On the bright side, be their cheerleader and they’ll give that to you in return. They need sparks and dullness kills their upbeat spirit. They need to feel their own heartbeat so the feeling of excitement is crucial for their well-being. Romantic, giving and kind. They’re fixed fire so once they’re set on something or someone, they give their all and are rather loyal.

I feel like my chart low-key tells me I should dislike Taurus Moons but I just want to melt in their arms and just stay there? Like, forever? Low maintenance but a bit slow-moving and stubborn. They won’t settle easily, at least not officially, so you need to have a lot of patience with them. They need 3 things to feel secure and at peace: physical stimuli, time and a stable place they know they can always come back to. And it’s not like all of them are total lazy homebodies, they may be active spirits & travellers but they are going to have a reallyyyyy nice cosy flat somewhere near their childhood place (gotta be be close to their moms, you know). Not necessary materialistic but they may have one thing that they collect throughout their entire life and they won’t. ever. get. rid. of. it. There needs to be at least one constant in their life - like you know when Elton John decided to go to therapy but one thing he stuck to was shopaholism? Very Taurus Moon of him. Also, they’re very affectionate. In fact, may have issues differentiating between affection and passion - this is actually something Taurus Moon and Aries Moon have in common. Pro tip - and this is in regard to all Taurus placements - don’t smell bad when you’re around them (I mean, don't smell bad in general, no one likes stinky people lol). They have a sensitive smell. Doesn’t help that they like to smell everything. EVERYTHING. I swear, Taurus, stop sticking your nose in every single thing!!! You don't need to know how that piece of utensil smells like. Jeez.

Scorpio Moon (shoutout to those who remember me accidentally calling them sporpio last time I made a post on Moons lol). I honestly don’t know what to tell you... I feel like all you hear about Scorpio Moon is 100% true, there’s nothing to debunk here. It’s the Moon of extremes. Prone to jealousy and surpressing emotions; severe trust issues; they’re instigators. I was low-key bullied by a few Scorpio Moons when I was in school so there’s that. Very secretive and private. Scorpio Moon will be like “I’m in control of the situation!!!!” and you’ll just look at them and think, yeah, right, looks like the situation is controlling you. But keep being in denial, sure. Like, don’t get me wrong, Scorpios in general can be TOTAL SWEETHEARTS OMG but ya’ll have issues. Even celebrities who have this placements... Think Beyonce or Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus... I feel like they have issues lol, especially with control and the need for everything to be perfectly the way they want it to be. To be fair, that’s probably why they’re all so influential and high status: it’s either their way or highway. They need constant reinvention; they’re the ones to wake up one day and decide they’re going through a spiritual awakening blah blah. They also like to talk about dark and shocking topics while having casual lunch with you... So like, be warned that you may end up with a depressed mood after talking to them for 10 minutes. And their mood swings... don’t even get me started on that.

I don't know where to start with Virgo Moons... I feel like they're very calculated and nit-picky but they're a lot warmer than Virgo Suns. I think I called them softies in my last Moon post. Very sweet people but prone to anxiety. You gotta experience seeing them having a heart attack over someone mixing bananas with milk or messing with their stuff that’s been put in a perfect arrangement. I saw a Virgo Moon once literally squealing shouting "YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LAPTOP WITH THAT SUPERGLUE!!!" Highly entertaining to watch, not gonna lie. Gordon Ramsay has his Moon in Virgo - it’s conjunct Uranus and Pluto so that’s an extreme but I think him being fed up with people over small inconsistencies in their food prep is a perfect example of this energy (btw his chart is hilarious, it literally explains EVERYTHING). They're VERY picky with their food as well, just as Virgo Suns tend to be. Like, they’ll only have a specific type of single origin coffee or they’ll be vegan or something. Self-critical over their work, which is a plus... except for when finishing a simple task takes them a few hours because they want to make it perfect. They take everything seriously. This of course doesn't mean they're total bores - on the contrary, Mercurial energy gives them witty approach and a talent for choosing the right words at the right time. Tho they can be a bit awkward or shy with it. Can be as bubbly as Gemini but the grounded earthy energy gives them more practical and almost nurturing nature - earth signs are providers after all and Virgo is the sign of service - helping others is like their second nature. I’ve noticed they often find comfort in devoting themselves to a choosen task - this is why if they pursue something, they’re really good at it. They’re also very likely to dissect their emotions.

I’m not a fan of water Moons in general but Pisces Moon is the best water Moon in my opinion. Maybe because I like Pisces overall. I think it’s like a tweaked Sagittarius Moon - just more internalized, withdrawn & gloomy. But unlike Sag, who has a tendency to be an adventurous optimist, Pisces likes to focus on the negatives instead. Obviously, they can be very upbeat, they’re Jupiter-ruled after all, but there’s somehing whiny about them lol. Just like Sadges, they dream big and have their standards put up sooo high but if there's not much active energy in their charts, they’re often too passive to actually fullfill any of that - or I should say, they’re stuck daydreaming about it, believing it’ll just magically manifest for them... OR they do everything with an apathetic approach. What I do like about them is that they’re funny. And really chill - sometimes to the point of coming off as confused or hazy. I feel like a lot of them would just love to sleep all day... or sit by the lake and just think about the world. Most of them are also compassionate folks - again, maybe a bit too much. Hey Pisces, you don’t have to take everything to heart, it’s okay. On the bright side, they have big imagination and the ability to disconnect and just create. I have a few Pisces Moons in the family: one’s that sleepy artistic type with grand visions, one is an asshole-ish but funny entrepreneur with a questionable work ethic and one is a witty IT guy who’s actually a workaholic and likes to shut in his own world of computers and numbers or whatever he does there... So there’s this factor of tunnel vision, escapism and, on the more negative side, being kinda iffy and almost addicted to the way they want things to be. Once they set their eyes on something it’s done deal…

My issue with Capricorn Moons is that they're often trying to be sooooo mature omg, like, loosen up a bit. It usually starts when they're in their later teens... They can be the most rebellious kid that likes to have fun and suddenly they'll be like "I'm too old for this ugh grow up" *judgmental stare*. My 18-year old niece once literally roasted my sister that she's in her 30s and still doesn't have her own place (well so do I so I guess she also indirectly roasted me as well???). And she was SO deadpan with it. Because she herself wants to be independent and start a family before turning 25. This is classic Capricorn Moon energy. They suck out joy out of everything lol. Of course, OF COURSE, it depends on the whole chart but I feel like worst-case scenario is that at one point in their life (or maybe even a few times throughout it) they go through a massive shake-up that makes them change their attitude and re-evaluate their structures. There's this multi-instrumentalist Yvette Young - she's a sweet, funny Cancer/Leo mix but her Moon is in Capricorn. She used to be a competitive pianist but the pressure that was put on her has led her to severe health issues. Like yes, she’s now an extremely talented musician - thanks to family’s expectations & a rigid schooling system (Saturn) but it did cost her a lot. She has recovered since then but I think it's a perfect example of this energy. It’s very ambitious and hardworking but emotionally demanding in the sense that you have to actually put your emotions aside in order to deal with the rest. Another thing, because Moon can be associated with family, there's often a weird dynamic surrounding this topic. I don't think I've met a Capricorn Moon that had a completely healthy and happy relationship with their fam or one of the family members. Or, alternatively, there can be a strong bond between one of them but usually created in the atmosphere of hardships.

Last but not least, Cancer Moons. I had three school friends with this placement and all of them made this sad, whiny face as they said „oh I don’t knoooow anymoreee”  when they were feeling torned or frustrated. To be fair, two of them are water Suns so for them, it added to the mushyness. All Cancer Moons I know are family people or better yet, baby people. One of those school friends is now a guidance counsellor, working with kids; the other turned her instagram into a gallery of her own child after she gave birth. So much kid content, omg. There’s also something very indecisive about them… or I should say, hesitant. They’re not very fast at making decisions. Also, what’s interesting, they’re kind of like walking libraries, they remember a lot – so they store a lot of information in their brains just like air signs but they process it in a completely different way – emotional, obviously. I think this also makes them hold grudges a lot. For them it’s more of a question of „how does it make me feel?” rather than „how valid is it?”. There’s certain stubborness in them in that regard because they don’t keep their minds open. It’s also hard for them to walk away from people and situations, like a crab pinching you with its claws – it won’t let go. Sensitive but not easy to open up; very protective of themselves and their loved ones & they tend to shut down in their crab shells. But they may crave connection and the feeling of belonging. Also very caring and with a big imagination. They’re very receptive of their environment so mood swings are a thing for them.

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Hi there! I wanted to know if you can make me an os with ... soobin! I don't know is that I just can't get the image of soobin as a rabbit hybrid out of my mind.

It would be a clumsy and jealous rabbit hybrid, the protagonist is a girl with whom he has shared a bedroom for two years yymmmm, so much coexistence made him fall in love with her The point is what, as a hybrid it still has some animal behaviors, among those are: circling around the protagonist, making some moan-like noises and sticking his head to hers, those are the ways in which the hybrids of rabbit they say to someone: "—I like you." the problem is that the protagonist did not know that: < then, i picture soobin, in the middle of his rut ​​/ zeal with tearful eyes as he is quite desperate yelling a "—I like you, damn it !." after that the smut nwn would come, do you think you can with that?

hi again :)) espero que te guste <3

a/n: since you didn’t specify I made it so y/n knows he’s a hybrid because after living together for so long he can’t hide it anymore!

TW / trigger warning: hybrid, smut (18+ content), y/n cries, bondage, dom soobin

wc: 1.4k

~ Hybrid soobin - roommate scenario where he falls for you ~ {smut}

“ Soobin! Where are you? “ you called out into the apartment.

The guy you shared it with was quite the mystery to you. Despite having shared it for two years there was still not much you knew about him. Except well, the fact that he was a hybrid.

He had gone out late to work like he always did and when he came home you sat in the dark on the couch - giving him a very big shock and you as well.

You thought you were hallucinating when you saw the ears and fluffy bunny tail but no. No matter how many times you tried to rub your eyes it was still there.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He was crying for a long time after he saw that you had seen him. Laying in your lap he told you how he was scared you’d leave him now.

Although you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him he was the perfect roommate, so you accepted it ever since.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“ Disney movies. Before you make fun of me, they’re amazing “ his face lit up with pure happiness, enough to melt one’s heart.

“ Idiot “ you laughed.

You decided to stay there since you had nothing better to do and after a while you got more and more interested in the movie - not noticing how he had gotten closer.

Suddenly you felt his hair stroke against your arm a few times and you looked down to see him do that before settling in your lap. He had done this since that day and it always left you puzzled.

You didn’t want to call him weird or make him feel like a freak so you accepted it as well. You suppose life as a hybrid must be very lonely.

He stayed with his head in your lap and you heard him hum and moan comfortably for the rest of the movie.

“ Soobin “ you said softly as the credits started rolling.

“ Mmh? “ he looked up at you, eyes shiny and loving but you didn’t really think anything of it.

“ I need to make us food now “ you gestured towards him laying in your lap and his cheeks turned rosy, immediately getting up.

You saw something else in his eyes though. A bit of anger or disappointment. In reality he was starting to feel frustrated with you, he was doing everything he could to show you he liked you but you just didn’t get it! Even scratching you in a fit of rage didn’t help, you’d just glare at him and walk away.

It made him want to scream and cry at the same time, sometimes he even did after those particularly obvious attempts he had done. He was always circling you and protecting you when you two were out together but your eyes were rarely ever on him. Why couldn’t you give him your attention? Why couldn’t you notice him? Why couldn’t you like him back!

The thought of all of these memories brought his anger and frustration out to the surface again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer.

“ I like you! Damn it “ he cried out to your turned back.

“ Fuck! “ he let out all his anger and didn’t even care what you thought anymore, he needed you to know because it was killing him.

Slowly you turned yourself to him to see him have tearful eyes and clutching the sofa like his life depended on it. He was shaking and staring down.

“ Soobin “ you said softly and made your way to him. You sat down and took his hand to make him calm down.

At your touch you felt him relax immediately. The shaking stopped and his tense muscles became soft. But his eyes were still filled with tears.

Indescribable guilt started to fill you up and you decided to just go for it. Your hands found his jaw and you turned his head to make your lips meet his softly.

You pulled away and saw his face light up like how it normally was. You had gotten Soobin back now. But he wasn’t done. 

His cheery face turned lustful and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it. Having such an attractive single roommate had always tempted you and sometimes you lay awake with your hand down your pants imagining it was him.

Teeth met tongue in a rough kiss and you went from being roommates to making out like you were starving for each other. His hand slipped down and hooked under your thighs heaving you up and carrying you to his bedroom.

All the way there he kept kissing you barely even noticing that he was moving automatically. God, he had dreamt of this moment so many times.

Harshly he threw you down on the bed and you stared up at him in shock as he crawled on the bed to you. He had an animalistic look on his face. Evil grin that stretched from one ear to the other and he quite literally looked like he could devour you.

A veiny flexed arm flipped you over and you lay on your stomach trying to listen to his movements all while anticipating what was about to happen. You grew impatient, he had by now slid down your underwear and the cold air was starting to make you uncomfortable.

You moved your hips a bit and a whine escaped your lips. You heard him chuckle behind you.

‘‘ Patient dear ‘‘

The bed began to dip nearer you now as you felt him move closer. You heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt - something you had probably heard about a thousand times since he had moved in but now it was for an entirely different reason and it turned you on.

You whined again and let your hand innocently wander down to try to get contact with him. He hissed angrily and immediately pinned your hand above your head.

‘‘ You’re a bad girl ‘‘ he growled lowly near your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Click

You tried to process what had happened. 

He had handcuffed you.

The sight of your bare ass welcoming him and you laying there helpless completely at his mercy - inviting him to do whatever he wanted, turned him on greatly. He slipped down his pants the rest of the way in one swift movement and positioned himself.

He cherished the way you whimpered as he teased with his dick near your entrance not fully entering. 

But he was growing impatient too, he had waited too long for this.

Pushing it in all the way he started to rock his hips at a very fast speed. You arched your back as you felt his unexpectedly big dick stretch you out. 

You couldn’t control the noises, a mix of pain and pleasure overrode your senses.

His breathing turned into panting and you relaxed thinking he was close so he’d slow down but Soobin only went faster. He hammered into you over and over again until tears formed in your eyes and to anyone outside it probably sounded like you were getting tortured.

‘‘ Soobin...I-I’m ‘‘ you couldn’t even form a sentence.

He smirked but you couldn’t see it.

‘‘ I know ‘‘ 

He felt you clench around him, shit you were so tight and perfect. Such a mess just for him.

‘‘ Say you’re mine- ‘‘ he panted ‘‘-and I’ll let you cum ‘‘

You let out a strained breath and tried your best.

‘‘ I-I’m, yours...Soobin ‘‘ you screamed at his name as you felt yourself clench and arch your back.

Your legs shook and your muscles contracted. Not long after he pulled out and you felt him cum all over your thighs with a groan.

He pulled you down with him when he laid down. You were both breathing heavy.

‘‘ I love you y/n ‘‘ he whispered.

But you were already asleep and he watched you with adoring eyes.

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Pairing: La Squadra x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

La Squadra harem

Risotto Nero

Risotto, as a leader of the hitman squad, immediately notices the change of atmosphere among La Squadra once Y/n appears. Albino, to his huge dismay, understands that he’s not the only one who’s developed feelings for Y/n. Albino knows every member’s habits and usual behavior, capo is the first one of all hitmen who figures out that everyone is his rival now (but only when it comes to Y/n, he’s still their leader and he respects every member equally)

Risotto is more of a father figure to Y/n. He warms up to you shortly, pampering you with his attention and genuine care, always being there for you. You’re hungry? The two of you are going to the nearest cafe for you to have a proper meal and Capo won’t take “no” as an answer. You’re stressed and something messes with your pretty head? What a poor thing, come here, Risotto is always ready to listen. Others immediately catch on the change of Capo’s treatment, every day it becomes even more obvious that he has a huge soft spot for Y/n

Least favorite rival: Melone. Risotto hates how smooth purple-haired is around you, how he is open with his flirting, how sincere all of his words sound. Nero wishes he had at least half of sans gêne Melone has. He’s a Capo and he has a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors Risotto has tried flirting with Y/n and it was so so clumsy and awkward, it’s just… not his style

Prosciutto

The second father figure for Y/n, but if Risotto is more of a sugar daddy, indulging you with expensive gifts and foods, Prosciutto mostly acts like a real father would, scolding you for going outside at winter without your hat on (tho he never wears a hat himself) or for petting stray animals on the streets

Even despite all of his parental sternness, Prosciutto is really caring and attentive towards Y/n, even more that Risotto is. You got scratched accidentally because of your clumsiness? We gotta clean the wound up and patch it, don’t even try to protest; it may be a simple graze but what if some dirt got in it? Your shoulders ache after a long tiring day? Come hither, your dear Prosci will rub all the pain away

Least favorite rival: Risotto. Prosciutto doesn’t hate or despise albino, no. Risotto is a capo, and he got this status for several reasons, so blonde man still respects his boss, but both man have pretty familiar tactics of charming Y/n, and that definitely annoys Prosciutto

Formaggio

Formaggio is one of the most oblivious of all La Squadra men, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one having interest in Y/n and even when other guys flirt openly with Y/n in front of him red-haired just thinks that his teammates just try to be friendly towards a newcomer

He’s definitely that type of macho from all the cheesy movies - attractive, excellent smooth talker with constant flirtings. Formaggio is not opposed of using all possible cringy lines what annoy everyone in La Squadra, even Risotto has hard times restraining the urge to roll his eyes at all those shitty teasings. But Maggi is an easygoing guy, it’s so easy being around him and even all his pick up lines don’t repel you from him

Least favorite rival: doesn’t have one. As I said, this man doesn’t notice that other guys try to get Y/n to themselves, the thought of having possible rivals doesn’t even cross his mind

Illuso

It’s not a secret to anyone that Illuso is a little nasty bitch with a huge god complex and all his wooing is no better. “You wanna spend time with me? Shit, you’re such a pain in my ass! Okay, I guess I will indulge you this time, but that’s only because of your cute face” - doesn’t sound so appealing, does it? And that’s exactly the way brunette flirts with Y/n (well, at least he tries to)

Illuso wants to make you crawl to him, to make you crave for his presence and his touch, you make you fall in love hard. Brunette wears his best outfits, uses the best of his perfumes make up stuff just to show you that he’s better than all of his teammates. Surprisingly, even his behavior changes slightly when Y/n is around - he’s not that unbearably churlish towards you, on the good days he may even compliment you - “Your hair… looks good today, I like it”

Least favorite rival: he hates all of La Squadra equally. Illuso is certain that he’s the only one who truly deserves Y/n’s attention, he’s the best partner for you and only he can treat you properly. Doesn’t even try to hide his hostility towards teammates - why would you want spending time with such a trash?

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is a tsundere, do I even need to explain why? Is obvious to everyone in La Squadra that he’s head over heels for Y/n, but he still aggressively denies everything if someone points that out. He’s also very protective of you, if Formaggio or Melone or Sorbet try to flirt with you in front of Ghiaccio - they’ll get their nose bleeding soon (blue-haired gets scolded for that by Risotto often)

Blue-haired tries his best to hold all his outbursts in front of you. Even when you ask the stupidest questions, Ghiaccio would clench his fists til his knuckles turn white, grit his teeth, try doing breathing exercises - everything just to remain calm and not to get tantrum in front of you. And you guess that means really a lot

Least favorite rival: Sorbet and Gelato. Those guys (gays, lmao im sorry) don’t even try to hide their interest in Y/n, pinning for you, prying your attention only to themselves. They flirt so openly with you, some of their lines and allusions make even Melone feel slightly uncomfortable, so Ghiaccio sees those almost as if two husbands were shamelessly molesting Y/n

Melone

Melone knows that at times he may be a little bit… too much, so he turns it down for as much as he can so his “strange” tendencies won’t scare Y/n off. For the first few months purple-haired is nothing but sweet and caring, looking pretty normal, just like an average man that doesn’t think of breeding and all possible kinks every two minutes of his time

Even though, he acts like a gentleman with Y/n. Carrying heavy bags for you, giving you a hand when you get up, and if you’re studying medicine he’s up to help you if you have problems with understanding something. Melone had been studying for almost four years at medical uni but got kicked out for having sex with his cogrouper right in the uni. So he may be pretty helpful if you don’t get something or if you’re just interested in medicine

Least favorite rival: I can’t say that he cares much about other guys from La Squadra, but if he had to pick out one it’d be Illuso. It’s not about the way brunette tries to charm Y/n, purple-haired from every beginning didn’t like this guy. All of his conceit and arrogant behavior - it all just pisses Melone off

Pesci

Pesci is so so timid with Y/n, every time you walk by him, saying hi or just smiling at him, poor boy’s heart twists into tight knots. How are you so sweet? How are you so perfect?

Despite all your friendliness green-haired is still incredibly bashful, he is simply afraid of approaching Y/n. It doesn’t matter how much he likes you, Pesci just can’t force himself to try and initiate a chat. Sometimes Prosciutto helps him out with that a little (even though he doesn’t realize that he helps), but blonde is still careful with his actions, not letting even his precious Pesci get too close to Y/n

Least favorite rival: Formaggio. This guy is so noisy and vigorous, every time Pesci finally pulls himself together and finds the courage to approach Y/n this guy seems to appear from fucking nowhere, hogging your attention all to himself and leaving green-haired an angry blushing mess

Sorbet and Gelato

At the very beginning it feels more like you are Sorbet’s and Gelato’s child and they’re your parents fretting over you. They often take you with them on some trips, Gelato helps you with your school (if it’s something he knows about), Sorbet picks you up from work/school and drives you home etc

Sorbet is more of a tease, playing around with you, shamelessly flirting with Y/n, littering with not so pure compliments and comments. His touches are a little bit too long, his gazes are slightly too intense, even stupidest one would notice brunette’s longing for Y/n. Gelato is way less intense than his husband, blonde is way easier with his words, charming you with his sweet talking and constant doting. He’s more of a pillow that eases the expression Sorbet gives you

Sorbet’s least favorite rival: Risotto. Brunette hates how calm and well-composed Capo is, what if Y/n thinks that albino is cooler than he is? But Sorbet immediately makes a new plan in his head: if Risotto is more of a dad to Y/n, always doting on you and being so kind, Sorbet’s going to become your daddy, making you fall for him and Gelato, make you hungry for their attention

Gelato’s least favorite rival: blonde is pretty acknowledged that everyone in La Squadra tryies to get Y/n to themselves, he sees everyone (except Sorbet ofc) as his rival. Man dislikes everyone, seeing them as his opponents, but he doesn’t have a least favorite one. Yes, other members are hella pain in the ass, but blonde is pretty sure that Y/n will end up in his and Gelato’s arms anyways, so there’s no need to jangle his nerves

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