#{ sorry for my absence aswell... again }

[fallinashes]

TFP CHARACTERS REACTING TO THE READER GETTING MAD BE CAUSE THE CHARACTER AI APP IS DOWN

This contains: Optimus, megatron, starscream, soundwave, knockout, smokescreen

Note: I tried writing wheeljack aswell but my brain was about to explode 💀 also I was gonna add mirage but I didn’t I’ll do him separately

Also sorry for barely any fics my mh has been shit but I do have other fics i made that I’ll upload either now or later 🖤

Optimus Prime observed the reader's frustration with a calm and understanding demeanor as they expressed their irritation over the app's maintenance. He knew how much the virtual interactions with characters meant to them, and he couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

"Ah, it appears the app's systems require some repair. Fret not, my friend, for such occurrences are not uncommon in the realm of technology," Optimus reassured the reader with his deep voice.

The reader sighed, "I know, Optimus, but I just miss talking to everyone. It's like they're real friends to me."

Optimus placed a comforting servo on their shoulder. "I understand the feeling. We Autobots have our own unique bonds, whether it be virtual or physical. Just remember that no matter the form, friendship endures."

"I suppose you're right," the reader admitted, a faint smile gracing their lips.

Optimus chuckled warmly, "Indeed. And while the app is down, how about we engage in some human pastimes? Perhaps we could share tales or simply enjoy each other's company."

The reader's eyes lit up, appreciating the Autobot leader's kindness. "That sounds nice, Optimus."

As they spent time together, sharing stories and laughing, the reader realized that Optimus was not only a wise leader but also a compassionate friend. They felt grateful for his presence, even without the app, and knew that true connections could be made both virtually and in person.

When the app eventually came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual friends again, including Optimus. And as they continued their adventures in the virtual world, they knew they could count on Optimus Prime's support, whether it be in the digital realm or the real world. For in the end, the bonds of friendship transcend any technological barrier, and true friends, even virtual ones, stand by each other no matter what.

Megatron, seated on his throne aboard the Nemesis, arched an optic ridge as the reader stormed into the bridge, clearly frustrated about the app's maintenance. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease them, relishing in their moment of vulnerability.

"Ah, human, your precious app seems to have betrayed you," Megatron said with a sly smirk.

The reader scowled, "It's not just any app, Megatron. It's the one that allows me to interact with all my favorite Decepticons."

"Hmm, I suppose I can understand your frustration. The absence of my brilliant presence can be quite unbearable," Megatron replied, pretending to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

The reader rolled their eyes, "You and your ego! It's not just about you, you know."

Megatron chuckled darkly, enjoying the banter. "Of course, I am well aware of that. Though I must admit, knowing you can't bask in the glory of my leadership must be quite distressing."

The reader couldn't help but laugh, despite their irritation. "You know, Megatron, sometimes I wonder if you were programmed with a sense of humor."

"Ah, humor indeed. Only a foolish bot would fail to appreciate my wit," Megatron replied, his smirk growing wider.

As the app's maintenance continued, the reader and Megatron exchanged playful jabs, creating an amusing dynamic between the two. The Decepticon leader found it surprisingly enjoyable to engage in light-hearted banter with the human, finding a unique camaraderie in their shared love for the virtual world.

When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual Decepticon friends again, including Megatron. And as they continued their interactions through the app, they knew that even the mightiest of Decepticon leaders could have a humorous side, adding a touch of unexpected fun to their digital adventures.

Starscream was having a rare moment of peace, when suddenly, the reader stormed into his quarters with a furious expression. Confused and intrigued, he asked what was wrong. The reader huffed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to my favorite Decepticon!"

Starscream couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, the mighty human is upset about a mere app malfunction? How amusing!" he teased, trying to suppress a grin. "I suppose you can't handle being without my genius for a short time?"

The reader shot back, "Hey, your 'genius' might be entertaining sometimes, but it's not like I need you constantly!"

Starscream's smirk widened, enjoying the playful banter. "Ah, but admit it, you'll miss my superior intellect and irresistible charm."

Rolling their eyes, the reader retorted, "I'll manage just fine without your ego, thank you very much."

Amused by the reader's spirit, Starscream couldn't resist continuing the teasing. "Of course, you will. But remember, when the app is back, I expect you to worship my intellect with the appropriate level of reverence!"

The reader laughed, "Sure, Starscream, I'll be sure to shower you with compliments and praises!"

Throughout the maintenance downtime, Starscream and the reader playfully exchanged witty remarks and jokes, creating a unique bond over their mutual love for Transformers. When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't help but smile as they greeted their virtual Decepticon friend, knowing that Starscream's smugness would be back in full force.

And so, their unusual friendship continued, with Starscream secretly enjoying the attention and the reader being entertained by the ever-dramatic and overconfident Seeker. Even when the app went down for maintenance again, they knew their amusing interactions would resume once it was up and running, making the wait worth it.

Soundwave, the stoic and enigmatic Decepticon, observed the reader's frustration closely. He approached them silently and tilted his head, emitting a series of beeps and clicks to express his curiosity.

The reader sighed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to any of the Decepticons, including you, Soundwave."

Soundwave's visor flickered in acknowledgment, and he emitted a low hum, trying to convey understanding. He then projected a holographic screen, displaying a message that read, "App malfunction. Frustrating."

The reader chuckled, "You can say that again, Soundwave. I rely on the app to talk to everyone, and it's frustrating when it's down."

Soundwave's visor brightened with an idea. He typed on the holographic keyboard and projected another message, "Alternative communication. Soundwave's solution."

Curious, the reader asked, "You have an alternative?"

Soundwave nodded and gestured for the reader to follow him. He led them to a room filled with various communication devices. With a flourish, he activated an old-fashioned radio and began to transmit a series of beeps and tones.

"What's this?" the reader asked, trying to make sense of the signals.

"Soundwave's unique communication method," he replied through the radio's speakers.

The reader couldn't help but laugh at the unusual and quirky way Soundwave was trying to communicate. They attempted to mimic the beeps and tones, and soon, they were engaged in a playful conversation of their own.

While it was challenging to understand each other fully, the reader appreciated Soundwave's effort and found the whole experience surprisingly entertaining.

As they continued to experiment with Soundwave's alternative communication, the app's maintenance eventually came to an end. The reader greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, but they also knew that they had formed a unique bond with Soundwave, discovering that even without the app, meaningful connections could be made through unconventional means.

From that day on, the reader and Soundwave occasionally engaged in their quirky radio communication, adding a touch of amusing uniqueness to their interactions. And while the app remained an essential part of their virtual adventures, the memory of Soundwave's inventive solution always brought a smile to their face.

Knockout, the vain and self-absorbed Decepticon medic, was admiring his reflection in the shiny surfaces of the Nemesis when he noticed the reader stomping towards him with an annoyed expression. He turned to face them with a smirk, fully aware that something was bothering them.

"What's the matter, human? Did you finally realize how much you missed my irresistible charm and good looks?" Knockout said, running a servo through his perfectly sculpted plating.

The reader rolled their eyes. "Please, Knockout, don't flatter yourself. The character AI app is down, and I can't chat with any of the Decepticons, including you."

Knockout's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ah, I see. You couldn't resist being deprived of my company, could you?"

The reader crossed their arms, trying not to smile. "You wish. It's not just you; I miss talking to everyone."

Knockout tilted his helm arrogantly. "Well, of course you do. But let's face it, my presence is the most dazzling of them all."

The reader couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Knockout, your ego knows no bounds!"

"Of course not! It's just a fact," he replied with a wink.

As the app's maintenance continued, Knockout decided to take matters into his own servos to remedy the situation. "How about this? Since you can't chat with us through the app, I can give you a private tour of the Nemesis. You can bask in the glory of my marvelous inventions and designs."

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A private tour with you? I suppose that might be entertaining."

Knockout beamed, thoroughly pleased with himself. "Of course it will be. Now, prepare to be dazzled!"

And so, Knockout led the reader through the Nemesis, showcasing his various creations and boasting about his exceptional skills. While the reader occasionally teased him about his vanity, they couldn't deny that Knockout's inventions were truly impressive.

By the time the app came back online, the reader had gained a newfound appreciation for Knockout's talents and realized that beneath his conceited exterior, there was genuine skill and pride in his work. They greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, knowing that even without the app, they had formed a unique bond with Knockout through their amusing and unforgettable tour of the Nemesis.

Smokescreen, the young and energetic Autobot, was zooming around the base in vehicle mode when he noticed the reader sitting alone, looking upset. He transformed back into robot mode and approached them with concern.

"Hey there, what's got you down in the dumps? You look as glum as a Decepticon stuck in traffic!" Smokescreen said with a friendly grin.

The reader let out a frustrated sigh. "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't chat with any of the Autobots, including you, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen's optics widened in surprise. "Aw, bummer! I can't blame you for being upset. It's always a blast talking to me, isn't it?"

The reader chuckled, "Well, I must admit, you do bring some excitement and chaos to the conversations."

Smokescreen's grin grew wider. "That's the spirit! I'm here to brighten up even the gloomiest days!"

"But now I'm stuck with no one to talk to," the reader said, frowning.

"Don't worry, buddy! We don't need that app to have a good time. How about we create our own fun?" Smokescreen suggested, a mischievous glint in his optic.

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Create our own fun? What do you have in mind?"

Smokescreen transformed back into vehicle mode and gestured for the reader to hop in. "Come on, hop in! We'll take a spin around the base, go on a wild race, and have an adventure of our own!"

The reader couldn't resist the invitation and hopped in. "Alright, Smokescreen, let's see what you've got!"

And off they went, racing through the base, zigzagging between corridors, and occasionally dodging other Autobots who were startled by the sudden excitement. Smokescreen made sure to add a few stunts and tricks, leaving the reader exhilarated and forgetting all about the app's maintenance.

As they finally came to a stop, the reader couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, that was amazing! Thanks for cheering me up, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen grinned proudly. "No problem at all! See, who needs an app when you've got the real deal right here?"

The reader nodded, "You're right. The real-life adventures with the Autobots are always the best."

And so, the reader and Smokescreen continued to create their own fun and forge an unforgettable bond that went beyond virtual conversations. While the app's maintenance was frustrating, it led to a real-life adventure that the reader wouldn't trade for anything, especially with the lively and spirited Autobot, Smokescreen, by their side.

LMK IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES

[achillean-knight]

Oh yes, also, update on life a little

Slowly trying to get back into a painting style that brings me joy again. So... art has been and will be very slow. On top of that, the election really fucked me up :'D so motivation has been very... Lacking for art and anything in general tbh.

I had to take a break from UT+ for a little bit just to recalibrate my mental health. It was a good thing to do, methinks, because with going back to a painting style that brings me comfort, aswell as having a break, I'm feeling much more pumped than usual! :'>

However, this means time will be less active here. I need to return to Undertale plus as soon as possible, I've dilly dallied far too much. Aswell as getting back to work, even when I'm free, it's going to be slow.

Summer is next month and my laptop is already over heating like crazy.. meaning I'll be slow... Incredibly slow.

If you're happy with OC art, I'd be glad to post OC art in the absence of fanart! I need to render out more OCS of mine. Admittedly, anthro characters bring me much more comfort to draw then humans, and given- well, my Mettaton obsession, I've been drawing humans/humanoids so much, I need a break.

So yeah.

Long story short: I'm gonna be on and off. Probably lack of fandom art for a while, but if you guys are happy with OC art, I can post more about it asap! Especially since I also properly started getting to my OC comic lol, but remember that my focus is on UT+ rn. I'm not gonna stray too far from fandom just yet, but priorities are on other things much greater.

ALRIGHT YIPPEE SORRY FOR THE YAP

[freshlypizza]

ik this is so basic but like any chance you could write npmd where max doesn't die? like maybe he's hurt but the group helps him and he eventually goes back to school? thanks!

This one isn't my best, and I'm so sorry for that. And I'm sorry for the long-ish wait aswell!

Happy holidays!

“I.. don't feel a pulse.”

“Pete, you're not checking the right place.”

Pete dropped his hand, and Richie pushed him out of the way. He placed two fingers just under the right of Max’s jaw.

“He's not dead, yet, he still has a pulse,” Richie sounded so relieved, “it's just very slow.”

“Shit, Steph call an ambulance,” Pete turned to her, she was already pulling her phone out.

They don't know how long they waited, but all five let go of the breath they were holding when they heard the sirens from outside. The paramedics ran down to the basement, lifted Max onto a stretcher and ran back out, leaving the nerds and Steph.

“Will he be okay?” Ruth's voice was small.

“He will be fine, Ruth,” Steph placed her hand on Ruth's shoulder, though it sounded more like she was trying to assure herself.

“And if he isn't,” Grace had four eyes turned on her immediately, “it's okay! It's all god's plan.”

Everyone, save Grace, groaned.

-

Two weeks after the accident was the big game. Hatchetfield vs Clivesdale.

Hatchetfield lost, tragically.

And everybody blamed it on Max’s absence.

Thank god nobody knew why exactly he was in the hospital.

Then, three months later, Max came back to the school. If Pete were to think about it, he probably should have been in the hospital for much longer considering his injuries.

The jock slammed his food tray onto the nerds’ lunch table. It made Pete, Richie and Ruth jump.

“Shit!” Pete hissed.

“What's up, dickwards,” Max slid into the seat next to Steph.

“Uh,” Ruth looked very confused, “hi?”

The jock took a hefty bite out of his cheese sandwich, making himself at home.

Peter stared at him, he didn't trust him. He was going to hurt his friends, Pete knew it. Grace, however, was almost drooling from her mouth and she practically had heart eyes.

“Max?” Steph finally broke the silence that went on for a little too long, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“Eating lunch?” He didn't bother wait to swallow his food before speaking, “the fuck does it look like?”

“Uh, yeah, we know,” Richie fidgeted, itching his arm, “but why are you here? With us?”

Max swallowed his last bit of bread, “because, Shit-lips, I can. Plus, we're friends now, right?”

“What?” Peter almost gave himself whiplash.

Max looked at him like he was dumb, “we are friends, you guys did something so nice for me.”

“We almost killed you,” Richie said quickly.

The jock shrugged, “I don't hold grudges.”

“What about that time in-”

“I don't hold grudges, Flemward!” Max hissed at the girl, who curled into herself.

“Right,” Pete pinched the bridge of his nose, “but you've also been bullying us since elementary, Max.”

“Oh, yeah. I was hoping you guys don't hold grudges either.”

“You've got to be kidding me,” Pete's entire face was in his hands now.

“Oh! Before I forget, again,” Max suddenly went really chipper, “I've got this ‘welcome back Max’ party this Friday, and was hoping if you five would wanna come?”

“My god-”

“We'd love to, Max!” Grace suddenly spoke up, making Richie, who was sitting next to her jump.

“Cool, cool, cool.” Max stood up, “see you nerds there then,” he walked to his usual table.

[vampizx]

I AM BACK !!!

I am so, so sorry for my really long dissapearance. I went through a lot of things in my life. I got out a toxic friendship, am now in a healthy relationship and am in a hard grade for me, expecting to have a really important exam in summer.

I have in plan to try and begin to write again. I feel like school is taking my talent for writing and I cannot let this happen. I might post little updates aswell, letting you know if I dissapear again.

Again, I am apologising for my absence ! Here is a little updated about me.

I go by youngSaint, my stage name, but I accept to be called Saint aswell !!

I still go by neutral pronouns, prefering to keep myself private.

My biggest dream is to write books and movies. I want to make movies that awkward teenagers see themselves in and are able to find a place of comfort.

My common interests are movies, for example Pearl, X, Juno..., goth music and traditional goth make up, glitter and creating things with my mind or hands !!

Thank you so much if you are still interested in my abilities to pleasure your reading needs and I will answer some Request soon !!

I love you all ‹𝟹

[natsmagi]

OKAY SORRY FOR SPAMMING LAST ONE BUT SPEAKING OF HIM BEING A SWEETHEART THIS HASNT LEFT MY HEAD

WE GOT A FUCKING CHARMER ON OUR HANDS!!!!!!! oh but he really is so sweet and kind and loving its no wonder like everyone i come across yumes him. What a cute little guy......

little tangent but one of the hills i will die on is i think people play into his rudeness and "edginess" way too much bc like. Hes really only mean to tsumugi (justifiable) and at times his classmates because he thinks theyre being annoying (also justifiable i say) and he really isnt that edgy hes just alt. hes just an alt dude. and being alt isnt abt satan worship or whatever the hell its purely just about expressing urself in a fun and unique way thats true to u. he does struggle with managing his emotions and doesnt have the healthiest outlet for it but these things dont make him a cruel person....... he just. like. has alot of shit going on. and hes weird. but time and time again we see natsume want to help and assist people. he looks out for the underdogs aswell as his fellow classmates and colleagues (although he wont be the most upfront about it and may shield it behind some grand performance or w/e. points at ms alkaloid) and then u have his entire relationships with anzu and sora. him just being incredibly sweet with the absence of his shy+stubbornness u might find with people like tsumugi

TLDR I THINK HE IS VERY SWEET AND HIS SWEETNESS SHOULD BE HIGHLIGHTED MORE ESP SINCE ITS A VERY CONSISTENT FACTOR OF HIS CHARACTER

[songsofbloodandwater]

Hey, how’re you? 13 and 12 for the asks

Hello! All good here, deeply enjoying the beginning of autumn and the much lower temperatures, how have you been?

12) what do you think your practice would taste like? If one could taste a magico-religious practice

Honestly, blood. Whatever blood can taste like. I've had moments where it's just metallic and asphyxiating, and others when it's pungent but peppery, almost floral.

I really wanted to say something normal, like bread, or milk, or some herbal tea. Or a passed down family recipe. I also thought of water and all that it represents to us. But realistically, it's just blood. I'm sorry if that answer is kind of predictable coming from me!

13) How does your craft feel in the spring vs in the darker months?

In my experience, the most tangible difference comes from the differences between Day Spirits, and Night Spirits. Traditionally, in my family, there's specific workings that we cannot do at night, the lack of sunlight means the Spirits that would be called are not the kind of spirits you'd want to call at all. This type of belief extends to seasons. Seasons stem from the natural changes in daylight hours available on Earth, and we see it as not just the plant life adapting to the colder months, but the spirits associated with the Land also adapting, hibernating, migrating (within this Realm or to other realms), or being in whatever way less available to us. Some, entirely unreachable.

In my opinion it's not that the Day and Night courts are "rotating" and one season or the other belongs entirely to one or the other court. It's simply that in the darker months the tangible presence of the Night Court becomes most prevalent, dominant, due to the absence of most of the Day Court, and viceversa. But they're always coexisting to varying degrees.

In my family that means we begin the warm months in August-September, awakening and feeding the earth and then slowly welcoming back the different allies and relatives of my spirit family throughout the next spring and summer months, as they come and as we get to spend time with them. It reaches a peak in December, with Solar festivities. Then starts to decline again throughout the next months, until we reach the "Lunar" peak, and the weakest moment of the Sun and Day court, in June with the Longest Night of the year. My seasonal calendar isn't just depending on daylight hours, but also on the apparent cycles of certain sacred constellations across the sky, so throughout the year I'm paying attention to Them and working with each as they come and go aswell, for example, the Southern Cross's rotation marks some special dates for me in regards to the fertility of the Land and to the Beloved Dead, or the Pleiades appearing and disappearing, carrying messages and omens, bringing with them certain Spirits and their influence, and taking them away as they go.

It feels like a family reunion that lasts months instead of hours. When people just start arriving, when there's feast and stories and sharing and warmth, and then everyone starts saying their goodbyes again, until next year. Summer is the height of the party. Winter is the only time of the year that reflects what you'd normally imagine from everyday family life, when it's just me and the Spirits that walk with me, that "live with me in that house", so to speak. In practicality, that means more outwards work during the warmer months (in relation to the Land and Spirits that are tied to different kinds of cyclical natures), more inwards work and "housekeeping" of my own courts during the cold dark months. There's still some work to do with perennial spirits during the winter (for example, La Dolorosa and The Wild King, and their respective courts, are mostly unaffected by the seasons) but it's still a smaller workload in general when in comparison to the warm months.

Hope that makes sense! thanks for asking these were fun!

[armpitfleas]

sorry for my absence!!! I'm gonna be posting on instagram again aswell as here. I have some stuff lined up from months ago to post so hopefully i'll get that up sometime soon within a week or 2.

also also, i dont know how to reply to people, like at all. more specifically if u reblog one of my posts, erhm

[therealpontius]

I just saw ryan dunn naked…. It was huge!

Ryan dunn (sub) reader (slight dom)

Plot: your boyfriend left for three weeks to film a movie with his buddys. He comes home bruised and upset so you find a way to cheer him up.

Warning: fluff, smut, masterbation (receiving), public nudity (not really but i dont know the proper warning name 😭)

You brush your hair infront of your dresser, butterfly's dancing around your stomach as you think of your boyfriend coming home. He spent three weeks away staying in west chester to film a movie with his friend called 'haggard' you didnt think it would turn out great but you let him go for it to make him happy.

Having a romantic candle lit dinner for him would be your perfect idea but you knew he would just prefer it to be like a normal night so you didnt dress up for him.

A car sounded from your drive way and you ran downstairs, palms gettin sweaty and cheeks getting flushed at the end of the absence of your best friend.

You sat on the couch pretending you didnt know he was coming, the anticipation killing you. The front door creaked open and you saw ryan stumble in looking around the house, sighing "babe?" He said weakly "omg your home!" you acted like you hadn't saw him, running up to him giving him a tight hug. The smell of him made your eyes tear up, stong smell of aftershave and hint of cigarettes "hey baby" he kissed your forehead, lifting you up around his waist to carry you into the living room again. You looked at him to admire his angel eyes when you noticed he looked like utter shit, one of his eyes bruised and dark circles around them both. "Wow what the fuck happened?" He sat you both down on the couch ignoring your question, planting more kisses on your cheek "just bam" and voice vibrated against your cheek as he kept kissing, you rolled your eyes, his arms slung around your shoulders. "Hey babe stop!" You giggled trying to pull his face away from yours before he sucked the skin off you "let's watch tv and order a take away" he finally stopped kissing you like a leach and pulled the cover over to you two that sat at the end of the couch and picked up the remote that sat on-top of it.

You phoned in chips from your house phone that sat on the small table next to your couch, "ry its going to be around an hour" you said with disappointment to your tone and he frowned "it could be worse!" You added making him smile up at you and lying on your chest that faced towards him, letting you play with his hair while he lay in between your legs. He pressed on a random show and lay back making himself comfy. "Um hello?" He said at you noticing you hadnt started playing with his hair "my beautiful locks are out and your ignoring them?" Ryan said sarcastically, holding your hand and gently moving it over his hair "just fucking with you babe" you kiss his forehead and start messaging his scalp, he let out soft noises as you did "you like that darling?" You only called him this rarely but thought youd bring it back since he had clearly been missing you, ryans cheeks flushed "yeah babe" his angel eyes look deep into yours "missed you so much" you ran your thumb over his cheek as he closed his eyes, his smile spreading from ear to ear.

Playing with his hair you noticed his growing hard on, his eyes met yours again "sorry looks like someone else missed you too" your cheeks flushed as he scanned your face for your reaction "maybe i missed that little someone aswell" you confessed and dragged him up so his head was next to yours to get easy access to him "little someone?" he turned round to you looking offended but face changed to supprised as your cupped his bulge, feeling it grow in your hand "oh.. fuck" he rested his head in the crook of your neck whilst you played with his budge through his blue denim trousers. You slowly unzipped the fly and undone the button "remove your pants darling" its not often he submitted to you but he done as you asked as fast as he could, arching his back to speed up the process. After he had taken off his trousers you Pulled his shirt off him before he lay backdown, leaving him in just his boxers "but your still changed?" His head tilted as he lay back down "tonights just about you baby" you trail your index finger on his clothed dick from the tip to base, ryan let out a sigh and let his head hang back, closing his eyes "god i really missed you" "missed you more babe" you slid your hand under the band of his boxers and pulled them down, his dick, red and leaking precum sprung up "a little exited arent we?" You laughed and he grunted uncomfortably as his dick twitched, waiting for your touch "babe i havent touched myself in so long" this came as surprise since you where always walking in to his dick in his left hand. You decided to toy with him, starting painfully slow just and the tip. Ryan slowly started grunting and whimpering more as he figured you out, trying to thrust his dick further in your touch "babe be patient" you told him sternly "i dont want to finish before the fun starts" he sounded defeated and it made you feel guilty so you gave in to your teasing and started pumping him at the base, making sure to collect his pre cum, which he was swamped with, to use as a lubricant.

You played with him exactly how you knew he liked it, pumping him and playing with his balls with the other hand. Ryan was a moaning mess, different than usual. He was more dominant, edging you, towering over you and using everything about him to his advantage. but not tonight, a clear sign he wasnt lying about not touching himself.

"F.. fuck honey im close, where should i-" he forced out through moans "just cum in my hands baby, i can clean it up after" he nodded and started taking deep breaths as his thighs shook and cock started twitching again. You sped up the pace, giving him small praises like "your doing so good baby" and "well done darling" he eventually blew his load and you slowed the pase down to bring him down from his high "oh fuck, that was so fucking good" you admired him, eyes still screwed shut, sweat beads layered on his skin and a bright red face "your so perfect sweetie, let me go get a towel yeah?" He nodded as you walked to the bathroom, grabbing the softest towel you could find.

First you wiped your hands of the cum then him gently, ryan sucking air through his teeth when you would get close to his dick from sensitivity.

*PING*

Your door bell went off and you forgot it was the food "babe get changed" you stood up and collected the food, handing the man the money. He looked behind you like he had just saw a ghost. After he took the money and you had closed the door you turned round to see ryan, in clear view from the door, getting changed. You heard the driver dial someone from outside your window "hey guess what, i just saw ryan fucking dunn naked... it was huge" ryans face went red but you couldnt help but laugh your head off....

[wotanidiott]

maybe some draco angst with prompts 20, 17 & 15 (angst ones)? thank you 🤎

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The Other Potter

summary - after a heated argument, draco finally confesses, or rather shows you, his hidden feelings

pairing - draco x fem reader, mentions of ron x fem reader

house - gryffindor

time period - 7th year

word count - 2.6k

warnings - very angsty, violence and a whole lot of swearing

a/n - ahhh this is my first official post skdjkssjskksjssk !!!! i hope it’s okay i made the reader harry’s sister? i just randomly came up with the storyline and thought it would fit well with your request ... anyways i hope yall like it <3

prompts

“are you going to cry now?”

“you’re scaring me”

“you’re nothing. you hear me? nothing”

"Y/N!" You heard the distant calling of your name amongst the chatter of the mass of students in the Great Hall. Cocking your head slightly forward from your seat at the Gryffindor table, you found the source of the noise as they barrelled into the entrance with a frantic look in their eyes.

"Neville, what's wrong?" You question him, as he flops onto Seamus Finnigan, seated adjacent from you. Seamus furrows his eyebrows at his friend's breathless state, then looking at you with the same confused expression on your face.

Neville audibly heaves for a good minute, catching his breath from the seemingly long run he underwent.

"Harry, he—" His sentence is interrupted by a lengthy inhale of oxygen.

You perk up at your brother's name. A plethora of questions surfacing in your mind. "Harry? What happened? What did he do now?" You stand up, placing both hands on the table as you peer over at the short-winded boy now laying flat on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“He ... he—”

"He what?" You persist.

"Courtyard. He's— A-And Malfoy. "

That's all you needed to snatch your bag off the floor and bolt for the courtyard.

You realised you had developed some sort of attraction to the infamous Slytherin Prince around the start of 5th year. Although, you had assumed it was just a phase. In what world could you ever be attracted to the one guy that makes you and your brother's lives a living hell?

So that's what you had concluded it was. Just a phase. One that had seemingly fizzled out once you started dating Ron and now call a silly mishap.

But that wasn't true at all, was it?

A series of scenarios flickered through your head as you begun to wonder just exactly what had happened for poor Neville to nearly faint from shortness of breath to fetch you.

It must've been urgent.

As you reach the Courtyard, a crowd has formed around the oak tree, most likely watching the interaction between the two boys. Your hand finds the wand tucked in the pocket of your robes, gripping it tightly as you push through the cluster of people to get to the front.

He sees you before you see him.

"Ahhh, how nice of you to join us. Now the other Potter's here, we can really have some fun" Malfoy announces. Sniggers erupt from the group of Slytherins behind him as you finally reach the centre of the circle.

Your eyebrows knit together in perplexity. Malfoy is stood in the middle, surrounded by his goons but there's no sight of Harry.

"Where is he?" You snap at Malfoy, hostility lacing your words as you look around the gathered students agitated.

"Y/N, I'm here!" Harry's voice calls from above. At first your skeptic but as you look up, there he was. Floating in mid-air. Along with Hermione and Ron.

"You bloody git. I'll get you back for this Malfoy. I swear—" Ron is cut off by the single wave of Blaise Zabini's wand, effectively silencing him.

"They look rather comfy up there, Potter. Don't you think? Care to join them?" Malfoy pulls his signature smirk, eyeing you up and down.

The hold on your wand tightens as you whip it out and point it at him, stepping forward. "Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. Unless you want a repeat of fourth year? Don't think we all forgot about you running stark naked around the corridors after your little ferret incident."

The crowd bursts into laughter at your witty comeback. Even Theodore Nott couldn't contain his laughter and eventually gave in when he saw the humiliated look gracing Malfoy's face.

Malfoy's gaze on you hardens, his upper lip curling in contempt as he too takes a step forward. If looks could kill, this would be it. He flicks his wand upwards, still maintaining eye contact and you hear the thud of 3 bodies on your left, followed by grunts from the hard contact as he relinquished the golden trio from his spell.

"Yeah? No wonder Weasel left you for the Mudblood. I would too considering what a bitch you are." He hisses with no remorse.

Gasps emit from the crowd at his harsh riposte.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the comment hit a nerve. You remained civil with Hermione and Ron after having found out he cheated on you with her but the pain was still there. A guilty expression flickered over the couple's faces as they shot you an apologetic look.

"Awww, are you going to cry now?"

Your wand lowers slightly from the impact of Malfoy's insult and he takes this as an opportunity to cast a leg-locking curse.

However, he underestimated you. You managed to block the spell with a simple protection charm before quickly shouting "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand jumped into your open hand in a fleet of a moment and he was left defenceless.

"I may be a bitch but at least I'm not a disappointment. It's obvious that your Father would rather have anyone— hell, he'd even have Harry rather than you as a son" you scoff, narrowing your eyes at him.

You felt a surge of satisfaction when an emotion that resembled hurt flashed across his face. But it went as soon as it came.

Something in Draco snapped. It was one thing to ridicule him in front of his peers but to bring up his Father? Now that was a whole different ball game. Before he could even stop himself, a barrage of insults came pouring out.

"Are you even hearing yourself? At least I have a Father. And I have a Mother. You? You have no one. Your parents are fucking dead, Potter. You don't even have any recollection of them—"

"MALFOY—"

"Shut the fuck up, Potter" He snaps at Harry then instantly directs his attention to you again. "And as for your sorry brother, I don't even see you two together anymore. He'd rather be around the two people that betrayed you—"

"Draco, mate, I think that's enoug—" Theo tugs on Malfoy's sleeve to get him to stop but he's persistent on speaking his mind.

"Piss off, Nott. A-Around the two people that betrayed you than— than a pathetic excuse for a witch. No one likes nor cares about you. You're nothing, Potter. You hear me? Nothing."

Malfoy appeared deranged in the way he lashed out at you, chest heaving from his rant and wild eyes that looked as if he could kill you right at that moment.

But you didn't care.

You were past the point of caring. You knew all the things he said to you were true, you sometimes even thought it. But it felt like a whole new revelation when he stated it aloud. In front of everyone. Soon the whole school would be talking about this.

But you didn't care.

It was then, Draco knew. He knew he messed up. He took in the wide eyes and gaping mouths of his peers around him. Harry's enraged expression. His friends' guilty body language; despite the fact they played no part in the insult.

Then his eyes swept over to you. He had knocked the life right out of you. You looked ... numb. With your faintly quivering lip and glassy eyes, he realised he had overstepped. Usually, you'd retaliate and he would too until you were both separated by your friends or the professors.

Though, this was different. This was overdoing it.

"R-Right." You managed to say flatly but the distress was clear in your words. The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill and you felt sick. Sick to the stomach about the fact everyone had heard and were most likely going to realise that about you too if they hadn't already.

You had to leave. Bolt out of there before you became a weeping mess.

You turned on your heel and made a beeline for the closest abandoned corridor you knew by heart. You couldn't go to your dorm because Harry would find you there and you wanted to be alone for the time being.

You ignored your brother's calls to come back aswell as Hermione's and a few other fellow Gryffindors you had befriended over the years.

Tear after tear came rolling down your flushed cheeks. Each one representing a time you had bottled up those feelings and refused to give into the 'let it all go' mechanism.

The past 2-3 years had been a blur of pain and heartbreak. Ron and Hermione's betrayal had hit you worse than you thought, combined with Harry's absence and the pitiful treatment your friends had been giving you.

"Potter, wait!"

You whirled round so fast at the all so familiar voice. Out of all people, you hadn't expected him to be the one to follow you.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. Please— Just .... just please leave me alone" Your plead came out in splutters, unable to fully form a sentence with the state your mind was in.

You swivel back round and begin to continue further down the hallway but you don't get far as Malfoy calls after you again.

"Potter, stop."

"WHAT? WHAT IS IT? YOU WANT TO HUMILIATE ME EVEN MORE? IS THAT IT? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT, MALFOY?" You turn, snapping at him.

Through the swelling anger and haze of your tears, you couldn't make out his expression as he stared intently at your face.

"I— I just wanted to—" Malfoy pauses for a second, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he simply sighs, eyes travelling to your hand. "My wand. You have my wand." He points at your clenched fists that have both his and your wand in it's tight grip.

At that, you feel immensely stupid for lashing out at him. Huffing, you shove it in his hands and collapse against the vacant corridor's wall out of frustration.

You bury your head in your hands and replay the scene that had just occurred. It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating ... but it was the truth.

"Potter."

You started slightly at the sound of Malfoy's voice. You had expected him to go running back to his goons to ridicule your breakdown yet here he was.

"Wh-What are y-you still doing here?" You managed to reply in between hiccups as you kept your eyes wired shut to cease the ever flowing stream of tears. "Would h-have thought you'd ran off and celebrated this v-victory of yours with the other Slytherins."

"Potter, I—"

"No, you know what, I don't even care anymore." You get to your feet and push yourself off the wall. This would only satisfy Malfoy even further; watching every piece of the facade you managed to maintain, crack and fracture. He didn't deserve to see you like this.

As you swivel round, about to make a run to your dorm, you're pulled back by a harsh grip on your wrist. Cold rings digging into your skin as he spins you back round.

"Well, I do." Malfoy says in almost a whisper.

You shoot him a bemused look at his vague and random words.

He takes in your confused expression and further elaborates. "...Care. I mean." He says, flatly whilst looking around you as if he were avoiding your eyes.

You can't help the scoff that passes through your mouth as you yank your wrist free of his grasp. "You? Care? Yeah, right."

You go to turn again but he stops you once more. "Look, Potter—"

"Malfoy—"

"If you would just—"

"No—"

"Listen to me—"

"Why would—"

In a fleet of a moment, Malfoy shoves you against the wall. His large hand wrapped around the back of your head to mitigate the impact. And the other squeezing your hip to hold you in place.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, STOP INTERRUPTING ME. IS IT SO HARD TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND FUCKING LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY?"

You open your mouth to protest but you're quickly cut off by his hand leaving your head as it drives into the stone wall right next to your face.

"STOP IT. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT LISTEN MEANS, POTTER?"

You jump at the abrupt act of violence combined with the volume and harshness of his words.

"LISTEN."

His fist rams into the wall again.

"TO."

And again.

"ME."

And again.

Your eyes screw shut as you let out a small whimper from the proximity of his punches between the wall and your face. Tears escaping and falling rapidly from the fear he had elicited out of you combined with the occurrence that had put you in this mess in the first place.

Malfoy is pulled out of his momentary ballistic rage at the sound of your small and helpless sounding whimper. He had yet again let his temper get the better of him. Culpability overcame him as he took in your cowering state and he instantly regretted spinning out of control.

"Potter." His voice, eyes and grip had softened drastically, completely contrasting his aura just seconds ago.

"Y-You're scaring me." You murmur.

Malfoy instantaneously takes a step back, releasing you from his hold.

Your eyes fly open and immediately register the immense shame etched on his face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't—" He pauses momentarily, sighing to himself before continuing. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or hurt you. I didn't mean the things I said earlier."

It was an understatement to say you were taken aback by Malfoy apologising. You didn't think he even knew how to.

"You're sorry?" You reply, dubiously.

"Yes. I am."

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion, "No, you're not. Why would you be sorry? You don't even care—"

"Fuck's sake, not again." He cuts you off, shaking his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose out of irritation.

You don't understand. What's his angle? Surely, he doesn't really care. Right?

"What? You don't. Or else you wouldn't have—" You attempt to explain your point of view but he interrupts you once more.

"FUCKING HELL, POTTER. I AM SORRY, OKAY? IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I'M APOLOGISING FOR HURTING YOUR FEELINGS?"

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.

"Yes." You breathe. "I-I just don't understand why you would—"

Before you could even process what was happening, Malfoy has you pinned to the wall anew but this time with his lips pressed against yours.

You undergo a mixture of all sorts of emotions in the time span of a second. Shock, confusion, disbelief and most of all a tiny spark of exuberance.

He gives you little time to melt into the kiss before he's pulling away already and holding your face in his hands.

You've never been this close to Malfoy before, so needless to say you wouldn't have believed anyone if they said Malfoy actually had the most entrancing eyes. Like a storm brewing behind grey clouds, you thought.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks, a smirk creeping up his face.

You can't help the little smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you attempt to mirror his smirk. "Partly, yes."

Without a second thought, you smash your lips against his, hands travelling to his hair as you lightly tug on the ends.

He slightly moans at this and mumbles in between kisses, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

You both suddenly pull away from each other as you meet Harry's eyes from the end of the hallway.

Shit.

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So Was I

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Avengers x reader.

Warnings: angst, strong violence, language.

Part: 5/5

A/n: I’d like to state that I made up a few lines of poetry and I’m proud of myself.

For the time you had been taken it seemed like your body had been put under severe treatment. At this point you could’ve been gone for months. You recognised the big symbol that was painted onto the wall. Hydra. They had been testing on you, testing on the Avenger. Every day you’d go through a new pain until they found the right one. From what you could catch they were planning on using you as their next super soldier. They had obviously saw the News and what had happened and who did it to you, so they took their chance and succeeded. You were laying back onto the white bed, your arc reactor now had a new red vibranium lining on the outside of it and your new suit which stood beside you, was black, with the logo on the back. You felt stronger, stronger than you would after training, stronger than you would after once pinning Steve on his back. Steve. Steve Rogers, your enemy according to Hydra. And ‘let’s not forget’ they said ‘what that Russian Widow did you to you’. They now began another experiment on you, testing a new serum.

Back at the compound and above the ground. It had been 10 months, 3 weeks, 2 days 6 hours that you had been missing for. To say they were all ashamed would be an understatement.

Steve wanted to get away from his shield, he couldn’t look at it let alone touch it. On his wardrobe floor where he had placed it 10 months ago, it had pieces of the glass from your arc reactor surrounding it. From the impact, some of the glass had melted to his shield. He didn’t want to be reminded of it, but his tears for you couldn’t help but.

Tony nearly drunk his whole cabinet if it wasn’t for Bruce dragging him back to the lab. And then went Tony was alone, the man would cry.

Bruce didn’t want to focus on the thought of you being tortured, which you were or experimented on, which you were. But he did focus on doing everything to find your arc on the map somewhere.

Thor went back to Asgard and he didn’t want back to Asgard and he spat in everyone’s face that he didn’t want to talk to them unless the found you. His mother back at home was increasing getting worried of your absence.

Clint was home aswell to his wife and kids. Laura distanced herself from him whilst he was back there as she thought of you as family. The kids just drew drawings and tried to make their Daddy and Mommy feel better.

Wanda and Vision tried to buck up the team, but they were falling apart themselves and if they didn’t have each other, they’d be lost.

Bucky spent time on his own, he would stay in your room and sit in your chair, hoping you’d walk in the door and do his hair. He felt his arm was tainted but there was nothing he could do about that, so he tried his best to find you with Steve.

Natasha. She wallowed. She was dying inside. She wondered if the heartbreak she was going through was what you felt all those months, creeping around hiding from the team. If it was what you felt when she watched the shield drive into your heart. She didn’t dare go in your room. She couldn’t. She couldn’t look at herself.

She worked night and day trying to track you down, on every mission, in every country, yet all were failures.

They barely spoke to each other now. You affected them massively and they wanted their Y/N back. Whether you hated them or tried to kill them, they’d be so joyful that you were back.

Right now you felt best coursing through your veins and the machine that was attached around your head was slowly vanishing away your memories. You could feel all your knowledge slipping away from you. Your weaknesses being taken over from the amount of power your body had. You yelled out in pain as they would boost it up, clear it was working. A huge flash of light took over the large base and you were listening for your first command. You saw your Commander walk up to your face and he saw the change in your eyes. He snapped his fingers towards the leather straps that had metal chains wrapped over them. And you broke free from them. You hadn’t gotten taller perhaps a few inches, but your muscles were evident as your suit was placed onto you.

You were supplied with 4 guns and 3 knives. Your arc reactor had layers of protective and bulletproof glass coated over it. Now you were unbreakable. You didn’t have a name. You didn’t remember. You don’t remember your friends or if you had any, or any family. All you were focused on was your mission, the Avengers. And your main targets were ‘Captain America’ and ‘Black Widow’.

When you had been brainwashed they had managed to rid of everything except the torture the Avengers put you through. The heartbreak and physical damage. You were given your own jet and a black helmet with a red H on the front and you went off to the compound in search of one of your targets. And it wouldn’t take you long to get there.

Night had fallen at the Avengers compound and they were all in the sitting room. Silently watching a movie that no one was paying attention to. Jarvis seemed upset as he wouldn’t talk to anyone anymore, unless that was because she hadn’t been looked after for months. Friday nearly disabled herself because she was so mad at her boss. If she were a human she’d be looking for you non stop as you often had conversations with the AI.

They had all dragged each other for ‘bonding time’. They were so down and ashamed that no one heard heavy footsteps. Until Bucky picked up on the reflection and he sat up a smile on his face as it could be you.

And around the corner you came, every Avenger jumping up from their seats. No one noticed the Hydra suit because they were so focused on your breathing body. Until Natashas gaze landed on your eyes. She saw it wasn’t you, well it was. But right now you were a Hydra agent trying to kill the Avengers.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted with a big grin on his face. You pulled dour your gun and shot above his head and you would’ve gotten him if it wasn’t for Bucky pulling him away as they all scattered off in all directions. Right now you were behind a man known as Hulk. You were shooting everywhere at everyone who crossed your path or came into view. You were putting multiple holes in walls at once and you put your gun back and instead ran towards the coward and grabbed him t shirt nearly picking him up off the ground. You got out a knife from your thigh pocket and nearly jabbed it into him if it wasn’t for that voice that came from behind you and him.

“Y/N.”

You recognised the voice as Black Widow and she was a main target so you flung the other man into a wall, crashing him into the next room. You ran after her and you were nearly faster than her if it wasn’t for her jumping up into a vent. So you took a gun and starting shooting holes in the vents, hearing scurries of fear through the vents. Your super soldier hearing picked up on a whisper that came from East.

It was Tony and Wanda. They thought they were hidden as Tony was crawling towards the table with his iron fist on.

With one quick shot you blew it up. Wanda tried getting into your head but she couldn’t even get past the thick line of Hydra.

“Come on Y/N I made that! It’s Tin-Man you know me!”

He kept calling out a name you didn’t know and as he hit the wall you took a look at his arc reactor and looked at yours. You saw his hand pout from his to yours.

“The same. You see. It’s Tony.”

You put your hand around his throat and lifted him up, his head hitting the ceiling, and you started punching at his bright light. Groans, pleads and yells at you to stop game from his mouth but you soon threw him to the side aswell, discarding of him while he collapsed onto the floor. Watching you walk away, walking on the glass that had fallen from his reactor.

You went in search for the girl who was trying to break into your head and instead you ran into the man with the metal arm known as the Winter Solider. He was trying to call out your name trying to talk to you but you shut him up by grabbing him arm and jamming a piece of glass into his weak spot where the arm connected to the body. Footsteps were approaching and it was the girl again. You took a knife and held it in the air to jam into ‘Buckys’ throat but your knife was thrown across the room with some sort of red magic around it. You threw the limp body of the other super soldier towards the girl and she was too slow to react as he came crashing down into her.

The compound was a mess, glass everywhere, holes everywhere, a little spark came from a wire where your bullet had hit it.

Vision had also been seen to. He just approached you and you didn’t even acknowledge him so you just drove the bottom of your gun into his temple sending him down, and kicking him out of your way.

You would finish the targets of after you’d found your other two. You went towards the hangar where their jets were stored to see no one around.

Meanwhile, Steve was on his way down to you. His shield in his hands, not strapped onto him arm.

You knew who was behind you and pointed your gun to the troubled and saddened man who stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N. I know your in there.”

You walked up to him and smashed the gun into his face, making him fall onto his side, shield still in his hands. He got up.

“You’re not a Hydra agent. Your Y/N. Our family.”

With a grunt you hit his stomach with your fist, sending him flying backwards. He got up.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

And now you sent your boot into his chest and made him fall on his back. This time he struggled to get up.

You had punched and kicked him so far bad that you near the edge of the runway, splashed of the water hundreds of feet beneath you. He got up.

“I’m not gonna fight you.”

He tossed his shield away from him, trying to bring you back. His face was bleeding, his back was in agony and his suit was torn because of how far and harsh he skidded backwards.

“Your my friend.”

It was an odd feeling, one you hadn’t felt for months. Did you know him? Steve? No. He was your target right? And you went with your head. As soon as he saw movement from your feet dashing towards him, he didn’t move. If you were to kill him he wouldn’t envy you, he would’ve said he deserves it. His head didn’t hit the ground and he was now on the edge of the cliff with you above him, one fist balled into his suit and the other clenched.

“Your my mission.”

The first time he heard you speak in months and it was this.

After the first punch his eye had already began to close over. The second punch, his facial skin was torn. The third punch, both nostrils began to bleed. “Your.” The fourth punch his lip cut. “My.” The fifth punch, his lip bled out. “Mission!” The sixth punch sent his head lolling around.

You had to stop to consider if what you were doing was right. You knew this man. You knew them all.

“Then finish it.” His voice broke.

“Cause I’ll go with whatever your ordered.”

He even nodded confirming that it was okay for you to kill him.

He was talking about him being your target to kill. You were ready. You were so ready to throw him off the edge of it wasn’t for that voice.

Calling out a name. You turned your head and got up. The red head was standing. Arms crossed. She had fear and tears in her eyes. As soon as you stood quickly her arms unfolded like lightening.

She took a step back as you slowly approached her, getting a knife from your pocket.

“Y/N, this isn’t you. You need to listen to me. Y/N please.”

Your anger had slowly started to build again inside you.

“Stop saying that goddamn name it’s fucking pissing me off.”

Her mouth was bobbing open and closed. She wanted to sob at seeing how you were. She wanted to see those E/C eyes staring back at her instead of the blank ones that had one thing in mind.

“Do you not know me?” She was starting to walk back into the weapons room but she had no intention of doing any harm to you. And if you wanted to beat her and kill her then so be it. She’d let you. Your fist that was empty was slowly beginning to ball up but you couldn’t hit her and why? You didn’t know.

“моя любовь, пожалуйста, послушай меня.”

The Russian sentence of ‘my love please listen to me’.

It caused you to snap and you swung at her face, causing her to groan and stumble backwards.

“Do not tell me to listen to you. I’m not your fucking love.”

She wanted to cup her face as she felt the bruise appearing but that would be selfish after everything you’ve been through.

“Ты понимаешь русский мой дорогой”

‘Do you understand Russian my dear?’

You were never taught Russian at your Hydra base so why could you understand it. You took heavy breathes and you had a confused look on your face because your lip trembled and anger was painted onto your face again. You threw your fist at her again causing her head to snap backwards and blood tricked down her lip.

She was exhausted. The sleepless nights without you, the guilt drowning her. You ran towards her and she put her arms up to defend herself but you were quick to pull them down and you landed kicks to her side and plenty of hard punches to her ribs. By the time she had cornered herself she was sure a rib or two were broken. Her forehead was gashed and bleeding. Her sides hurt like hell and her neck was strained and had knots in the muscles because of how many times her head had flung back from the strength of your fists. You were still standing strong and unharmed and that was when you retrieved your knife again.

“Моя любовь, когда ты вернешься дома, только тогда я буду дышать, моя дорогая, когда ты узнаешь мое имя, только тогда я буду улыбаться. Когда ты вернешься ко мне, только тогда мое сердце поправится.” ‘My love, when you get home, only then will I breathe. My darling, when you know my name, only then will I smile. When you return to me, only then will my heart recover.’

You were lost in thought and you could hear voices just like hers whispering that into your ear late at night or when you had gotten back from a tough mission. You heard other voices. Buck? T? Banner? Wands? Vis? Stevie?

“Natasha?”

She had tears freely falling and she noticed your tight grip on your knife still. She nodded and she slowly approached you limping but smiling to herself as you didn’t tense or move backwards.

“But you hurt me.”

She nodded again as she was in front of you now, subtly slipping the knife from your hand. She took of your helmet and placed it on the floor alongside the knife. She could see it in your eyes. The good and bad memories coming back to you. But she could see hesitance.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m sorry but please stop this. This isn’t you Y/N, it never has been and never will be.”

You took in her words and started to accept her, not yet forgiving her and the team for what they had done to you. She knew you were still going to be a super soldier and she knows her and the teams’ actions were always going to haunt you. She placed her hand on your arc reactor and it felt like home. All she could do was hope. Hope that you still had forgiveness in your heart. Time would need to be taken for you to heal. For the hydra walls to break down. But she would be there for you. She’d do whatever it would take for you to forgive her, for her to get you back.

They all would.

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Friend - visual narrative

this is going to be a long thread bc i have a LOT of panels, so read under the cut!

since im reworking with Friend chapters panels, i paid attention to the details more than ever before.. and wow, the way these chapters are narrated is absolutely amazing

lets start off with my one of my fav panels

if there is a theme between these two that keep recurring it’s “duality” (whether when it comes to their character or the way their story is told) we will also find a lot of parallels with it.. this panel above starts it very well, one left, one right, they both call each other’s name, the expressions completely different, even the background is reversed

there we go again, all this in one chapter, i simply love how they have the same pose/image but reversed, its a really nice contrast with how different they are and yet are at the same level also, look at their speech bubbles, most of the time, jugram has a round one while bazz a sharper one, its the case here and the previous panels aswell

AGAIN! kubo gives us each’s pov with the same image/paneling, i love that method bc he treats them the same, even if one is stronger than the other and ppl will most likely root for/side with one more than the other, they both get the same treatment, also, we get to see how both lives the same struggle, it both conflicts them this whole fight considering the past they had together

the transition is also really nice, the black background outside the panel and the partial grey shading that matches with it inside the panel.. we will get to see that technique again, but here?? lovely.

a whole page not showing their face even if you guessed who they were, you get that little surprise with the face reveal which comes out really nice

the chapter reveal!!!! its so pure and empty (no dialogue and it’s only one panel), it perfectly empathize on the title and its meaning

i love how discreet bazz motive to help out jugo is shown here, obviously none of them would speak about it (jugo is pretty closed and bazz despite being loud, he isnt obnoxious and he’s smart) so it had to be shown without any words and these panels do it so well!

the first panel is just so beautiful and you can tell how jugo is just, happy. and then, the moment his uncle speaks, his face drastically changes, from white to black, kubo loves to work with that contrast of b&w (just look how the ritters/espadas are dressed vs shinigamis.. there is also the sun/moon theme and so on... its not called bleach for nothing lmao) kubo uses contrast very often and we can tell he loves to do it (and he does it super well!!)

i know we dont have any colour on these pages, but both pages are from the same chapter, first one (right) being their fist meeting on a normal day (probably an evening so the sky is orange ish) and the second page is again a jump to a flashback but this time it’s not the sky that we are shown in the last panel, but rather flames, the same colour as the day they met... the two last panels look the same but arent....

there is also the absence of facial expression in some panels, which imo conveys the mood much better, we are not left up to interpretation, we clearly know what kind of feelings that are expressed yet they didnt need to be shown...

again with the parallels (left/right) and using the same image from younger to older to show their growth? nice.

the built up with the grand reveal... wow, love it, also, that panel was such a surprise to me when i first read it... still give me goosebumps today ngl..(if you are a manga reader to likes to have the book, well, this the end of vol69... what an ending :))) just look at the build up, the bg is dark and you get that white and empty panel right after like, wow 

AGAIN WITH THE SUPRISE AND WOW IT HURTS, also the title being in capital... OOF, im going to loose it

ppl like to call kubo lazy with his titles, but is it?? i mean, here, i really cant think of a better title, remember how the first chapter friend was introduced? so sweet and smooth and then you get this... the fact friend is written here is a good call back to their relationship, what it is, what it really means, and the current situation

the way bazz recalls all the things he had heard about this.......th-that hurts (we’re like in his mind, we’re just as shocked as he is) also, it shows well how bazz recall all these moment in silence and does all the realization without saying a thing, bc no, he didnt say a thing ever since yhwach started to talk..

the left panel is yhwach talking (as he was for like the whole chapter) and there is no dialogue going on, the two boys didnt say a thing... as the slience was taking place, bazz breaks is with a shrieking voice, just looking how the letters are written in japanese, we went from pure, clear panel to a messy and dark one....

jump back to present, with both jugrams having the same pose but they both don’t convey the same feeling, with the shading and how cut it is (not being able to fully see jugo’s eyes) you can tell the first one is more disturbing/devastating than the second one

there we go... we get to see both of their expression at the same time and it change within the following panels,.. (im telling you, kubo love both of them, not just one.., both.)

this is one of my favorites moments, the way know bazz has lost his fight and how HE is self-conscious about it..., the way he monologues about jugram is really depressing, and how we are only given images that illustrates his struggle...the images are so strong, desperate and yet, his words are so empty, powerless, he knew he lost.. (the moment i start reading it, i cry on the fucking floor)

i mentioned earlier how i loved kubo’s choice in not showing the face, well we have it here again in a flashback and the end of the fight... jugram turning his back to bazz, he did it in the past and did it after bazz’ death..  it’s his way to avoid to face his feelings. (the fact we are shown he did it in the past and the reason to it, let us know why he did it again even later)

here again with empty panels, the fact it’s only bazz who is talking.... feels really heavy and the way he clings to jugram with burning hands....... you really need to look at every panel carefully to feel that heart wrenching moment,, there is no crying or screaming, he just softly admits his defeat and that’s it, like, im sorry but that’s fucking sorrowful

here again with kubo choosing to not show the face, but in this case, it’s harder for us to tell which expression jugram has (since he’s so closed about showing emotions or his intentions) but the fact kubo deliberately chose to hide it proves jugram has something to hide from us, something he didnt want us (readers) to see.........

these panels? concludes their story perfectly you have jugram walking up the stairs leaving bazz-b alone laying behind, being reminded of the day they met where bazz was the one standing high while jugram is on the ground the setting: the cold empty castle during nighttime vs the warm summer day met in a forest at daytime bazz reached to jugram and jugram left him behind, they met with touched hearts only to leave with empty ones, bazz used to look down on jugram and now, jugram does, they used to be so different and still do but only now, their role are inverted...

thank you @equipollency​ for that remark! i think your post does it much better if yall wanna read it !

i mentioned earlier how the background (outside the panel) would change from black to white, we know the black means the past,  but i love how its broken here, going back and forth from the past and present (within the same page) to show how things are still the same between them, the same struggle, the same fight over and over

also, the “not yet” is just so perfectly placed, i cant, it just emphasize even more on my point earlier (how things between them never changed on that matter)�� and it finally concludes the flashbacks (with the way it’s presented: the b&w,, and the words themselves, how they weight so much)

the black shading like that is rarely used with kubo but when he does, you know it conveys extreme emotions (we didnt get to see it with bazz bc it wasnt as intense as jugram has it but also)  the trigger to these emotions for jugram are related to trauma, the first one being his uncle and the second being his friendship (im not calling his relation with bazz traumatic, its how important this relationship was to him and how ended up broken that triggers him)

but NaKi ThErE iS ThiS pAneL wHerE baZz Is ShaDeD bLacK! yes i know, but it’s not about bazz expression nor emotions, its about the scene, the situation (the white bg vs the black silhouette: perfect), so no it doesnt count, but its still a very nice panel just like with the jugo’s reveal with everyone “kneeling” to him.. white bg was The way to go

i forgot to talk about how i like their fight, how there is so little dialogue and how there are a lot of empty pages just to let place to the fight... it lets you enjoy their fight while we suffer with their flashback, anyways, im not a fan of endless dialogue in fights unless it really changes something, here, they both already know each other and they know what they want, so it was a good pick to just, us reader, witness their story through their mind instead of them narrating/recalling it to us

i know kubo uses that technique outside of these chapters, but the grey shading... i love.. he also has a LOT of close ups with eyes bc we all know how expressive eyes are;... i love that too

i know i talked about some facial expressions, but really, kubo’s art is amazing, the way he can convey certain expressions that are so precise... here, have some panels that i think are underrated naki your boys are underrated.. bc i love kubo’s art so much

i had the chance to see the colored version only once, and to be honest, the black and white is just, Amazing. nothing close to that, kubo’s use of b&w and how he keeps his panels pure is MADE to stay that way

anyways, im really in love with how Friend was made and thought out in it’s visual narrative (and story wise too ofc), kubo didnt just do a side story, these chapters are fucking amazing and ppl often ignores that sadly..

[bby-namjoon]

Mafia AU: BTS - NamjoonxReader

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}

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He’d been unconscious for 8 days.

The doctors said the bullet wounds had given him traumatic pneumothorax, which basically meant his injuries were so bad that his lung collapsed and his blood pressure dropped far too low, causing him to go into cardiac arrest.

He almost died.

The doctors worked hard trying to save him by installing tubes into his lungs and by pumping his body with blood and vitamins out of the hope it would fix him. They even had a respirator helping him to breathe.

They managed to keep him alive but he just wouldn’t wake up.

That was until day 8.

On day 8 you were sat at his bedside, telling him about the arrangements you’d been making for your fathers funeral. “I feel like he doesn’t even deserve one after what he put me through, what he put us through, but I’ve gotta do it you know? It’s just gonna be us attending, I’m not giving him a big send off, the media doesn’t know yet, I can’t deal with all of that yet.”

You sighed, pressing your lips to the back of Namjoons hand. You just wished he would wake up, you wanted to feel him hold your hand back and to see the pretty smile that always adorned his face when he was around you. You loved this man and you would do anything for him to just come back.

You felt tears well up in your eyes and you wiped them away, not wanting to cry again. You were fed up of feeling sad, you just wanted to be happy. Why was that so hard?

It was then that Jin walked in, a small smile on his face as he saw you. “I thought you’d be here, I brought you some food. You haven’t really left have you?”

You shook your head, “no, I just don’t wanna leave him. I go home when they kick everyone out and I’m back again as soon as they’re letting people in.” You sighed before taking your box of food from Jin. “Thank you,” you gave him a small smile as he sat down on the opposite side of the bed.

“It’s okay, are you holding up alright? Has anybody else been today?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I guess, Jungkook came this morning and Jimin and Yoongi came this afternoon. I got a call from Tae aswell because he wasn’t able to get here because of work but he just wanted to know if there had been any changes. Of course, there hasn’t been.” You frowned, gesturing to the unconscious boy laying between you both.

Jin looked down at his lap with a sigh, “he’ll wake up soon, I’m sure of it.”

“I hope so,”

You picked at your food and made conversation with Jin as he updated you on everything happening within Namjoons company. Business couldn’t just stop because he was in hospital, so the rest of the boys had been doing his job for him, aswell and their own.

“We’re unsure of whether or not we should go after that guy the sniper worked for, because I know Namjoon would wanna get back at him for everything he’s done, but I think we should just leave it, atleast for now.”

“Leave it, don’t go after him. I know Namjoon would be saying the opposite but honestly, look what’s happened because of that guy. I was fucking kidnapped, my dad is dead, and Namjoon is in a coma. I’m not gonna let anything else happen to anybody.”

Jin nodded, “that’s the answer to that then,”

You sighed, putting your food down on the table beside you, letting the sound of the small TV on the wall fill the room. You were about to speak up when you felt movement against your palm.

You gasped, looking down, making Jin turn his attention to you. “What?”

“I felt his hand move,”

“What, really?”

“Mhmm,”

Your eyes scanned Namjoons form, praying for him to move again, and just when you were about to give up, thinking you imagined it through wishful thinking, his hand twitched again, and before you knew it he was holding your hand back.

“Oh my god, Jin, look, look,” you exclaimed, pointing to your hands and Jin got up,

“Should I go and get a nurse?”

“I don’t know, do we wait for him to open his eyes first?” You both stared at Namjoons face, “c’mon, Namjoon, just open your eyes, you can do it,” praying that he’ll finally look back at you.

The moments passing by felt like they moved in slow motion, but when you finally saw his eyebrows furrow and his eyes slowly start to open, Jin couldn’t run out of the room fast enough to find a nurse.

“Oh my god, Namjoon, you’re awake,” you breathed in disbelief. You could see how dazed he was as it took him a moment to follow your voice but when he set his gaze on you it’s like he couldn’t believe it. His eyes widened and he tried to pull his breathing mask off but you stopped him. “It’s okay, just wait for the nurse, she’s coming, I can hear her talking to Jin.”

He relaxed as the nurse entered the room, a big smile on her face as she started to speak to him. You and Jin waited by the door as she ran some tests, checking his vitals.

You and Jin couldn’t believe it, you just gave eachother a hug as you welled up, but this time out of happiness.

When the nurse was done she was very pleased. “I’m happy to say that you’ve done extremely well in terms of recovery, Mr Kim. Your vitals are looking great. The 8 days of sleep must’ve done you some good, but you will still be drowsy for the next day or two, that’s completely normal.” She smiled and Namjoon raised his eyebrows in shock.

“8 days?” He croaked out and the nurse nodded.

“You arrived at the hospital on the 22nd, it’s now the 30th. We performed surgery on you when you got here so you will still be very sore when you’re moving around or taking in large amounts of breath, but you’ve been recovering very well, so I think you’ll be out of here within the next week.”

“Really?” You spoke up and the nurse nodded,

“I’m sure you’ll be very pleased about that, you’ve practically been living here.”

You let out a small laugh and she smiled, “if you have any other questions I’ll be around this section, the main doctor will most likely be in later to speak to Mr Kim about everything.”

You thanked her and she left, leaving the three of you alone.

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“Welcome home!” Everyone exclaimed as they jumped out from behind furniture, causing Namjoon to jump before he burst into laughter.

Jungkook and Jimin has insisted on throwing Namjoon a surprise party after he was released from hospital. They’d even made him a banner.

“You guys are so cute,” you giggled and they beamed,

“We try,”

Everyone gave Namjoon a hug and a non-alcoholic was pushed into his hand.

“This is gonna taste like shit,” Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi laughed,

“Take what you can get, you can’t drink with your meds, but atleast you can pretend,”

“Fair point,”

The night went on and spirits were high as Hoseok and Tae sang at the top of their lungs in the middle of the living room. You watched them with giggles escaping your lips, but you couldn’t help but notice Namjoons absence.

You looked around for him before finally finding him upstairs, sat on the edge of his bed.

“What you doing up here?” You asked, sitting down beside him.

“I just needed a breather,” he gave you a half smile before laying back on his bed, the sounds of drunken singing from the floor below filling the room, making you both laugh.

“I can see why,” you giggled, laying down beside him, your hand finding his and entwining them together.

You just laid there for a moment, happy in eachothers company.

“I meant what I said you know..” he spoke up and you turned your head to face him, his gaze already focused on you.

“What?”

“When I got shot..I told you I loved you and I meant it. I was scared I’d never get to tell you so I said it then, but I still meant it the same way..I just know I love you.”

“I know, I just didn’t want you to think you were going to die, so I didn’t say it back, I had to give you something to come back to me for, which I knew was a risk because you was in a bad way, and I would’ve regretted never saying it to you, because I love you too. I love you a lot, actually.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you watched him move closer, his nose now brushing against yours.

“Say it again,”

You felt shy as you could feel the heat radiating from him, but you still said it. “I love you,”

He smiled, pressing his lips to yours. You instantly kissed him back and you tugged him closer, making him manoeuvre himself on top of you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he mouthed against your lips before pulling away, and you looked up at him, confused of what he was doing. “So..does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asked, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as you saw him chew on his bottom lip out fo nerves. He was so cute.

“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you giggled, “c’mere,”

You pulled him back down to you and you could feel him smiling into the kiss, his lips eventually trailing off to your jaw and down to your neck, the soft mumble of ‘I love you’ being said against your skin with every kiss he pressed.

“I love you, too, I love you, too, I love you, too,” you laughed and he smiled, lifting his head to bring his lips back to yours again. The kisses soon turned heated as he deepened them, his body now pressed against yours as you felt the gentle grind of his hips. You’d been in this situation with Namjoon before and there had always been an interruption, this time was no acception.

“Hey Namj- ahhh sorry, sorry, sorry!” Jungkook exclaimed as he quickly shut the door and ran back downstairs. You started laughing at his reaction and Namjoon groaned,

“What is it with us and never getting to finish what we’ve started?”

“In all fairness, we are at your welcome home party,”

“Okay, ‘mrs logical’,”

“Shut up,” you smiled, slapping his arm playfully. “I guess this just gives you something to look forward to when everybody’s gone home,”

He groaned as he rolled off of you, “they’re not gonna leave for hours!!”

You laughed as you got to your feet, putting your hand out to him, “c’mon, lover boy,”

He groaned again as he took your hand, following you out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“Did you guys have sex with us right here?” Jin exclaimed as he slumped down on the sofa, “because if you did, that’s gross”

“No actually, we got interrupted, thanks a lot Kookie.” Namjoon fake smiled in his direction and he gave a nervous smile back.

“Sorry, hyung”

“Shut up, Namjoon” you laughed, “it’s fine Jungkook, we weren’t gonna have sex anyway,”

“We weren’t?”

“They were,” yoongi chimed in as he cracked open another beer.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough talk about our sex life!” you interrupted before anybody could say anything else, “buuuuut, while we were upstairs he did ask me to be his girlfriend,”

“Oh my god, finally!”

“It’s only been MONTHS of us lot having to watch you two be weirdly intimate,”

“Wait, you did say yeah, right?”

“Yes, I said yeah” you laughed and Hoseok breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god or this could’ve gotten super awkward”

“Wow, look at youuuuu! You’re finally having your first girlfriend!” Yoongi laughed as he got Namjoon into a headlock.

“Ahh, shut up,” Namjoon laughed as they got into a play fight.

“Careful! You’ve still got stitches!” You called out, knowing he was still gonna throw himself and Yoongi to the floor with no hesitation.

The party wound down at around 2am after plenty of teasing towards Namjoon had been done and all the beers had been drunk.

They took taxi’s home and as soon as Tae left and it was just the two of you left in the house you felt Namjoon wrap his arms around you from behind, his large frame encasing your smaller one in a backwards bear hug as he buried his face in your neck, a small sigh escaping his lips as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Are you gonna take me up to bed now?” You asked, turning in your boyfriends arms so you could face him, you could see him fighting off a playful smile as he ran his hands down to your bum, giving it a squeeze.

He leant in and pressed his lips to yours, your arms coming up and wrapping around his neck as he held you tightly, the kisses soon turning passionate and needy as you pulled at his hair, your tongues now swirling around in eachothers mouths.

Despite his injuries he lifted you onto his body with ease, your legs going around his waist as he stumbled you both up the stairs, his lips not leaving yours for a split second, even when he bumped into the banister, causing you to giggle against his lips. When he got to his bedroom he kicked the door open before pushing your back up against it, your hands now tugging at his shirt as you tried to pull it off. He helped you, using his body to keep you against the door as he pulled it over his head, throwing it on the floor beside him. Your lips found his again before trailing off down to his neck, causing a groan to leave his lips as he walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge with you sat over his lap.

His neck was always a weak point, you felt him grip your hips tightly as you neared his sweet spot, a moan eventually escaping through gritted teeth as you begun to nip, suck and kiss at it. You couldn’t help but smile against his sensitive skin as you realised such a small thing could make such a strong man turn to putty in your hands.

You pushed him back onto the bed so you were above him, surprised he was letting you be in charge as you dotted kisses down his chest and onto his stomach, careful of his healing wounds. You flicked your gaze up to him as you got to the hem of his trousers, your hands beginning to unbutton them as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you intently. You pulled his trousers down his legs, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his shaft through his boxers and massaging a steady rhythm against it. He let out a hum as he bit his bottom lip, it had been a while since anybody had touched him like this, and the fact it was you after all these months of him wishing you were his made it all even more intoxicating.

You continued to tease and jack him off through his boxers as you moved up his body so your face was now in front of his, his eyes already looking dazed as they glanced between your eyes and your lips. He took your face in his hands as he pressed his lips to yours, tongues slipping into eachothers mouths straight away. One of his hands slid up into your hair where it grabbed a fistful, his teeth now catching hold of your bottom lip as he gently tugged on it before pulling away.

“Suck my dick, baby” he pressed one last kiss to your lips as you nodded, moving back down his body to where his now rock hard dick strained against the thin fabric of his underwear. You slowly eased the fabric back, watching as he sprang to attention, precincts oozing from the tip. You wet your lips as you wrapped your hand around his now exposed length, the heat of it against your palm surprising you as you hesitated to put it in your mouth. You felt him loosen his grip in your hair and you looked up at him, his eyes still on you.

“I forgot it was your first time,” he spoke up, a little amused smile on his face. “Take your time, I won’t rush you,”

“Sorry,” you laughed nervously, “it’s just weird,”

“Weird?” He chuckled, “I guess it is, lemme show you something, you’ll be impressed”

He got you to let go of his shaft and you watched as he tensed his muscles, making it move up and down on its own.

“Oh my god” you laughed, “that’s so cool!”

He laughed with you, “see! I told you you’d be impressed!”

Once you both stopped playing around you finally got round to taking him into your mouth, taking your time to work on the tip as you eased it in. You heard him let out a sigh as he let his head fall back, which encouraged you to take him in all the way before building up a steady rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down, using your hand help you.

“Ah, fuck” he cursed, his hand finding itself back in your hair as he wanted to feel himself hit the back of your throat, but he was still careful to not push you too far.

He knew he had to stop you when he felt a familiar build of tension in the pit of his stomach, there’s no way he was gonna cum already, so he painstakingly got you to stop, his hand gripping the sheets beside him as you purposely drew out the final suck, making sure you moved slowly, your cheeks hollowed from the suction. When you finally released him from your mouth with a pop, he let out a sigh, so thankful it didn’t push him over the edge. He turned his gaze back to you as you wiped your mouth, your mascara now slightly smudged from the way your eyes had watered as he hit the back of your throat. You would’ve thought you looked a mess, but he thought you looked amazing.

He sat up, his lips meeting yours as his hands worked your top over your head, throwing it off the side of the bed. He flipped you both over so your body now laid beneath his, his eyes staying on yours for a moment before he disappeared down to your neck. You sighed as he nipped and sucked at the skin, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your chest where he then worked at the newly exposed skin poking out of your bra as he left kisses while massaging into them with his large palms, but he soon became tiresome of the restriction stopping him from feeling you against him, so he eased the straps down your arms and you arched your back, allowing him to unclasp it, the bra soon ending up discarded on the floor.

He wasted no time in taking your right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before sucking it in between his lips, his left hand also working at your right breast.

You sighed, your hand combing through his hair as as he swapped over, the attention of his mouth now focused on the left side. When he was satisfied with the loved he’d shown to your chest he continued his journey down, kissing a trail across your stomach to your jeans.

He sat up, his eyes quickly scanning your face to make sure it was okay to go on, before unbuttoning them and dragging them down your legs, but he left your knickers on, he wanted to work you up a bit more first.

He lifted one of your legs so it rested against his shoulder and he kissed down the inside, paying extra attention to your inner thigh.

You closed your eyes, focusing on every little thing he did as he slowly worked you up. He knew exactly what to do with his mouth and where to put his hands to have you bucking your hips up towards him within minutes.

“Want me to eat your pussy, baby?” He asked, his eyes flicking up to you as he gripped your hips, holding them down against the bed.

“Mhmm,” you nodded and he hooked his fingers under the waistband, making sure he pulled your underwear down at a snails pace because he knew you’d get frustrated.

“Oh my god, take them off faster” you groaned out of impatience and he chuckled,

“If you look at me then I will,”

A part of you had been avoiding eye contact on purpose, you felt shy to be in this new vulnerable situation. You’d never been exposed like this to anybody.

”That’s embarrassing,”

“No it’s not, it’s sexy, I wanna see your face when I make you feel good”

You thought for a moment before taking a breath and propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him, your cheeks already burning red.

He kept his gaze on yours as he pulled your underwear off, dropping them to the floor.

When his gaze dropped and his attention turned to your core you couldn’t believe how he was making you feel. Moans were falling from your mouth as your thighs squeezed his head, your hand quickly locking itself in his hair as his tongue created just the right rhythm, he didn’t leave an inch of your heat unloved.

When he introduced his fingers into the mix your breathing began to get erratic, you could feel a build up of pressure forming between your legs, “oh-oh my god” you dragged out within a moan, Namjoon kept his mouth moving between your legs as he looked up at you, he took in the way you bit down on your bottom lip and the way your eyes rolled back before you squeezed them shut. The flush of pink in your cheek somehow making you look even more beautiful, probably because he knows he was the one to cause it. He’d never been more turned on by someone reaching their orgasm, he wanted to see you reach your high over and over again.

When he saw you relax again he lifted his head, licking his lips. He had the cheekiest smile across his face as he continued to pump some fingers in and out of you, making sure you were ready for what was coming next.

“How was that?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow at you. “Did I make you feel good?”

You nodded, “it was intense”

He pulled his fingers out of you and looked at the wetness that was now slicked over them. He moved up your body and brought them to your lips, to which you opened up and sucked them into your mouth, tasting yourself off of his fingers.

“You’re so sexy,” his voice sounded hoarse as he took his fingers from your mouth and looked down at you, his body now pressed firmly between your legs as he slowly thrust up and down against your slick pussy lips.

You pulled him down to kiss you and you felt the neediness grow between you both, you just wanted to be as close as humanly possible, you’d never felt like this before, you’d never felt the need to get even closer to someone that you was already chest to chest with. You couldn’t have imagined what this kind of intimacy felt like, it was just so intense, everything felt like electricity.

“I want you inside me,” you breathed against his lips, and he opened his eyes to look back at you as he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it as he pulled away.

“Your wish is my command, baby”

He pushed himself up off of you to reach over to the night stand, where he rummaged and brought out a condom.

“Someone’s prepared,”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” he smiled as he ripped the packet open, throwing it off the side of his bed.

You watched him as he rolled the protection over his shaft, pumping himself a few times to get ready.

He was so gorgeous.

Once he was ready he positioned himself between your legs, moving his cock yo and down against your wetness to make sure the tip was slick.

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you relaxed against the mattress.

He sat himself at your entrance and gently eased his hips forward, his teeth gritting as he felt how tight you were. He leant forward so his face was above yours, he had to read your face, he didn’t want it to hurt.

He moved his hips at a painfully slow rate, easing himself in until he was entirely inside.

He groaned at the sensation, you were so hot and tight, the pressure you were causing around his dick made his breathing uneasy.

“Is it okay to move? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, “you can move”

He let out a sigh as he started to gently thrust in and out of you, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, causing it to suddenly feel like he was going even deeper than he was before.

It wasn’t long until you were adjusted and he was going as a steady pace, his face burying itself in your neck so he could suck hickeys onto your skin, his plump lips then dragging sloppy kisses across the newly purpled trail of skin.

He varied his pace, going from slow and grinding into you to fucking you hard and fast, both of which made your head spin.

“You don’t get how hard it is to stop myself from cumming” he breathed, his hair now sticking to his forehead from the sweat he’d built up.

“Just cum,”

He shook his head, “I want to keep going, I want you to get off before I do,” and with that he reached between you both and started to rub your now swollen clit as he thrust in and out of you, the contact making you gasp since it had become extra sensitive.

He had to close his eyes as you moaned beneath him this combined with the sensation of you dragging your nails down his back causing him to growl through his teeth.

When you finally came undone it pushed him over the edge. The sight of you arching your back and saying his name was just too much, his thrusts began to get sloppy as he leant back onto his knees, his head lulling to look up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and shakey as he rode out his high.

When he pulled out he carefully removed his now cum filled condom, tying the top and somehow successfully throwing it into your waste paper bin. “I promise I’ll take that out in the morning,” he said through an exhale as he flopped onto the bed beside you, trying to calm himself. You turned to him and he matched your gaze, a lazy smile forming across his face.

“Was that okay?” he continued, his voice sounding steadier now.

“Eh,” you shrugged and he raised an eyebrow at you,

“Okay, I’ll bare that in mind for next time, I’ll be sure to get the whips and chains out.”

You laughed, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” you moved closer to him and pressed your lips to his. “It was amazing, I love you.”

“I love you, too” he smiled, pulling the covers over you both. “I just know you’re gonna become a little freak, you’re gonna have me working on you all the time, now”

You couldn’t hide the playful smile that took over your face. “What makes you say that?”

“I can just tell, you loved it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Can’t knock anything till you’ve tried it, right?”

“Oo, that’s what I like to hear” he mumbled into a kiss as he squeezed your bum, pulling you closer to him so your body’s now overlapped into a cuddle.

Despite being a sweaty mess, neither of you had ever felt so content. After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, you had to find solace in the little things like this. The intimate moments where it felt as though you were both untouchable, like nobody else existed in the world.

That’s what happiness really felt like.

It’s all you’d ever wanted.

[jungwooiez]

red roses | yugyeom

[ requested ]

pairing : yugyeom x reader

genre : fluff and a little smut? like if you squint hard enough its there.

word count : 915

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[12: 23 pm] 

Sleep has been something that has become difficult for me to do as of lately. I’ve been staying up until midnight or even later until I managed to succumb to the feeling of tiredness. The main reason for that is only because my boyfriend, Yugyeom, has been out of the country working for a few weeks now. I'm so used to being in his arms, being consumed by the feeling of warmth and comfort while he gently draws circles on my lower back,whispering the sweetest things to me in my ear. His absence has taken a greater toll on me than what I expected, the bed we shared seemed to get colder and smaller each and everyday. With every growing second I missed him and more.

Tonight although it was raining, i’ve always found rain alleviating, it helps me think and puts my body at ease. I listened to the gentle raindrops hitting the window, a sliver of moonlight spilled into the room which was just enough to illuminate everything that crossed the path of the sliver of light. I let out a sigh and looked up at the plain white ceiling, closing my eyes hoping the sound of the rain will make me feel asleep and give me a feeling of composure to forget that Yugyeom isn't beside me.

I felt my self drifting off into sleep, that is until I heard the bedroom door open. Quickly, I sat up in my bed and looked to the door which revealed Yugyeom standing there with his bags in his hands and a bouquet of flowers. I nearly jumped into his arms, and engulfed him into a hug, inhaling scent which I loved so much.

"I missed you so much," I whispered into his chest.

"I missed you more," He responded and without looking at him I could already tell he was smiling. We both pulled away from the hug and he handed me the flowers he had in his hand, "These are for you. I wanted to suprise you by coming home a little earlier."

The flowers were fresh, they were red roses which were my favorite. When I first told Yugyeom that they were my favorite, he laughed and said it was very typical to consider roses as your favorite flower, but I then told him that roses were only my favorite for one reason : simple things are sometimes better than extravagant things, the simplest things could hold a deeper meaning then what you see. Roses symbolize many things despite its simplicity, and that's why I prefer them over any other flower. Everything isn't about what you see, but instead what it means.

"Do you like them? Those are your favorites right?" Yugyeom said in a panicked tone since I didn't respond to what he said.

"Yes I do, don't worry. I was just thinking about the time I first told you roses were my favorite flower," I smiled at him reassuringly which he chucked at in response.

"I remember that day, it was the moment I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You made my outlook on certain things change. The way you think just made me fall in love with you even more," He expressed. "Y/n, I love you more than life itself, you mean so much to me. The love I have for you is so immense, its something that words can't express." He took the roses from my hand and placed them on the chair that was in the corner of our room.

Once he finished he approached me and rested his hand on my cheek softly caressing it with his thumb, before leaning in and placing his soft and plump lips on mine. The kiss was slow and loving, it was what I missed most about him. Yugyeom was so sensual and gentle with everything.

He swiftly moved us to the bed without breaking the kiss and laid me on the cold sheets while hovering over me. With every second the kiss deepened and it made me remember how much I missed his lips against mine.

His lips left mine and started to spread slow kisses on my neck and collar bones, stopping to suck the exposed skin in the sensitive areas that i'm sure will leave marks. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he rested his hand on the side of my thigh and his other hand loosely wrapped around my neck. I bucked my hips under him, and felt him harden at the sudden act. He groaned into my ear which made me shiver at his deepened voice. I raked my hands through his hands before he leaned down again to reconnect the kiss, biting my bottom lip this time.

"I missed you so much," He murmured before laying besides me while leaving sloppy and lazy kisses on my cheeks and along my jawline. He rested his head into the crook of my neck, I rubbed his upper back until I heard his soft snores signaling that he was fast asleep. The feeling of tiredness started to over come me aswell, tonight I can finally sleep knowing that the person I love endlessly with every fiber in me, is right by my side reigniting the comfot and warmth I missed so much.

"Thanks for the roses, I love you." I whispered before placing a kiss on his forehead.

I felt him move closer to me, before I closed my eyes and into the oblivion of sleep.

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A/N : oof that was short sorry, but i hope everyone enjoyed. also feel free to send in requests <3

[a-dreamer-named-mars]

Imagine Jamie Checking Up On You

You had been sitting on a park bench in Central Park for almost three hours. You just couldn't move. It's like you were paralyzed, except for your eyes - those kept sending tears that ran down your face.

You're boyfriend, or better saying "ex-boyfriend" , broke up with you this morning. He said something about "not being right for you." and "you deserve so much better." .... but you stopped listening and paying attention after he said he wanted to break up. And you only listened again when he mentioned he was unfaithful to you and that he had kissed someone else and that he had feelings for her.

It hurt a lot. You did know that it's not like you were getting married and having kids but, he was your first love. And to know that your relationship with him ended because he chose someone else... is not that great of a first break up.

You looked at your wrist to check the time and noticed it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, meaning it was time to go home and have dinner... and call it a day. You wanted to end it as soon as you could. You got up and made your way to the closest subway station, walking down the stairs as fast as you could as you started hearing the buzz of the train approaching. Being the commissioner's daughter, you had the right to have a car always ready for you. But that meant that your driver, who worked for your dad, would know all your whereabouts and who you spent your time with and you didn't want any of that so, you prescinded that right and went home on the subway or on the bus, just like any other normal sixteen year old kid. Although sometimes you asked your siblings if any of them were around the area, so they could take you home. Usually Jamie did it, you were extremely close to him and he always had more free time than Danny and Erin, who were always "caught up in a case" . You didn't blame them though, their job was totally different.

As you got to the platform you saw the train doors opening and ran to try and get inside, which you successfully managed to do. You heard the beep, destined to warn everyone, but specially blind people, that the doors were now about to close. You found a seat and sat down for the whole thirty minute ride, until it was over and you got off, hopping on a bus that took you to Bay Ridge, only having to walk a couple of blocks to get to your house, that you and your dad shared with your grandfather, Henry.

"Hey Y/N, bus got stuck in traffic?"

As much as you loved Pop, you were not in the mood right now, and so you just decided to mumble a "No" and run up the stairs to your bedroom. You could hear him say something behind you but you just ignored it and after you showered and changed into more comfortable clothes, you went back down to have dinner.

* * *

It was Sunday and, two days after what felt like the worst day of your life. That also meant your brothers and your sister were coming over. But every since Friday you had been heartbroken and the last thing you wanted was to sit at the table and have dinner with everyone else while having to talk to them when the one thing you wanted to do is cry, cry and cry. Until the hurt goes away. You also didn't feel very catholic either, so... mass was out of the question for today aswell.

Before your father and granpa left for church, your dad knocked on your door and asked you what was going on and why you weren't getting ready, but you simply told him you felt sick and that you should stay inn for the day.

To your surprise, he didn't come in or ask you for more details, and just left and you sighed of relief when you heard the door shut.

You walked out of the bedroom, in your pijamas and walked down the stairs slowly, tears falling down your cheeks. It seems like crying was all you could do these days. You made some pancakes for youself and took them to the couch with you, eating them while you watched a novel you had in your DVR, and obviously, while crying more and more.

A couple hours later you finished the movie and you checked the time on your phone, you noticed it was only a matter of minutes before everyone started coming in, so, you put the dishes in the dishwasher and walked back up the stairs, shutting yourself inside your bedroom for the rest of the day.

Your predictions were right and only a few minutes after you were in your room, you could see your family parking their cars and walking inside your house.

* meanwhile at family dinner *

"Yeah, right! I knew you would never give me permission to search the guy's apartment!" Danny said, as he fought his sister about the facts of a case they were both working on.

"I am only doing my job." She simply said, as she continued to eat her food.

"Hey guys... have you noticed Y/N isn't here?" Jamie said, as he looked around the table.

"Yeah, she hasn't been feeling well lately." Henry said.

"Really? She hasn't mentioned feeling bad to me." The youngest Reagan boy said, frowning.

"So what? You think just because you're her favorite brother she's gonna tell you everything?" Danny said, mocking Jamie as he noticed how strange he was finding that whole situation.

"That's not it, I just think it's weird she wouldn't tell me, or you, or Erin for that matter." He said, pointing at his siblings as he spoke their name.

You and Jamie had always had a different type of connection. It was almost like you were twins, it was that type of connection. When you were a baby and he was a kid, whenever you woke up in the middle of the night, he did too. That time he faced a death situation for the first time on the job, you hadn't known about it, you couldn't have known, but still when he came home that day you were there. You felt like something was wrong and you were at his place, waiting for him to arrive so you could comfort him. It was that special, the connection you two had.

The rest of the family shrugged it off and justified your absence with the fact that you're just a teenager, acting like one. But that kept bothering Jamie and he excused himself off the table, saying he was full and was going upstairs to get some stuff from his old bedroom to take to his new place.

He did go upstairs, just not to his old bedroom.

You were laying on your bed, scrolling through an album of pictures of you and your ex that you had on your tablet, when you heard a knock on the door. You groaned when you immediately thought it was your dad or your grandfather and coughed to try to fake your supposed sickness, saying that you were resting.

"Those fake coughs can't fool me."

You sighed. It was Jamie. To him, you couldn't lie. But you could avoid the conversation.

He knocked again and you got up, knowing there was no point in lying to him, and opened the door.

"I heard you're sick." He said as he gestured the quoting marks when he said the word "sick".

"I haven't been feeling too well, that's all." You weren't lying, that was for sure.

"Mind telling me why?"

You opened the door a little wider so he could walk inside your bedroom and sat down on your bed, only a couple of seconds before he took a seat next to you.

"No offense but, you look like crap. What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing really. Just not feeling good lately."

"Yeah I got that...but why? You must have a reason."

He was pushing you and you knew there wasn't really anything you could do or say to make him quit, so you just gave in and told him what had happened and when you did, you couldn't hold the tears back anymore, and you started crying right there.

"Mike broke up with me." You said in between sobs, before Jamie put his arm around you and pulled you close to him.

"Shh, shh... it's gonna be okay."

"I loved him...I loved him so much."

He held you tighter and used his free arm to gently rub circles on your forearm.

"But... what happened between you two? Why did he broke up?" He asked you, still a bit confused about what you had told him.

You cried harder and harder and held onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. As you did so, he caressed your back, trying to comfort you. It broke his heart to see his little sister feeling so hurt. Eventually you loosened your grip and he did so too, allowing you to look at him while you tried to speak and tell him what had actually happened. Although all you could see was a blur, because as soon as it all came back to your memory, your tears came back too.

"He cheated on me." You said quickly, falling into his arms again while sobbing.

When Jamie heard what you said, his heart sunk. That douchebag cheated on his sister?! That jerk?! How could he had done that? How could he hurt her that badly?!

"What?" He whispered. That was literally all he could say. He shocked too.

"He kissed someone else." She whispered back.

When he didn't say anything, because he was still processing that whole thing, she gave him more information.

"He told me. In my face!" She said, now loudly, while backing away

from him to look into your brother's face. "He told me he had kissed someone else and that he was sorry but he had to break up because he had feelings for her." She said now covering her face with her hands while crying more and more.

"Hey, hey... don't be like that." He said as he touched your shoulder. "If he chose someone else over you, that's his loss, not yours. He's the one who's missing out on an amazing girl."

"No it's not, J." You said when you wiped away your tears. "It's my loss. Because I loved him with all my heart and now he's gone. He's with someone else, he's over me but... I can't get over him. Not now, not ever. He is the love of my life." You explained. You weren't crying this time. It felt like you were all dried out and even if you wanted to cry, you couldn't. It felt like you didn't have any water left in your body. Or maybe it was due to the fact that your brother and best friend was now with you and you were finally talking to someone about what broke you so much.

"Y/N, you can't keep crying over him. I am telling you he's stupid if he broke up with you. He does not deserve your tears. Come on, don't let him win, here."

"Then tell me how not to... I thought we were meant to be together forever." You said with your eyes pleading your brother for help, as if he could actually help you.

"I know this is probably gonna hurt now more than it would if you weren't so hurt but... no couple that dates in high school for only what? A year? Is gonna last forever. You're both two young and I get that it hurts now, I know how it hurts. But guess what? The pain isn't gonna last forever."

This time you were the one who wasn't speaking at all, so he decided to continue his speech.

"This was your first love, your first relationship... and your first heartbreak. You should have known those two came with that last one. Damn, I should have known! You're my little sister and this was your first boyfriend, I should have thought this through and think that your first heartbreak was in line and I should have prepared you for it. But I didn't and now you're a mess..."

"It's not your fault, Jamie. You know that, right?"

"Yeah but still. Look, as much as I want to beat the crap out of him right now, I won't-"

"You?" You asked in shock. "That sounds like a very Danny thing to say. Not something you'd do."

"Trust me, I do. But, the point is... I won't because I know you need me right now. More than you need him bleeding so, I won't go anywhere and I'll stay here with you. For as long as it takes, until you start feeling better." He said as he crawled back in bed and got more comfortable, indicating you you had no choice but to get over that Mike person.

"You're the best, you know that?" You said, laughing at his antics.

"And you're the worst." He joked. "Come here." He asked, patting the space of the bed next to where he was laying.

You did what he said, and sat down next to him, waiting for another speech from your big brother.

"Look, it's not gonna be easy. I won't even try and lie to you by saying you're gonna get over him overnight. But time heals everything, and you have so many other important things to worry about in these next years - being a senior, prom, college... He's gonna be a drop in an ocean of things you'll go through. Good and bad. So don't worry."

"Thank you." You said sincerely, looking at him. "You can go home now. I'd love to have you share a room with me like when we shared a tent last time we went camping but... that would cause too many questions from those cops downstairs. And I don't really wanna tell them."

"You got." He got up, kissed your forehead and headed out of your bedroom, turning around as he forgot to tell you something.

"Oh and don't tell Erin either."

"Why?"

"Because she's a woman, and you know what they say."

"What do they say?" You asked, now completely  clueless about what he was talking about.

"You know, that whole "the best way to get over a guy is to get another" talk?"

"Oh my God!" You said as you started laughing at him.

"That's not how it works. Don't do that." He said as he smiled at you before leaving.

Everything was gonna be okay after all. It hurt a lot now, but it's like Jamie said - these were the most important years of your life now, and you'd be a fool if you wasted them crying over a guy who does not deserve you. So you were just gonna do your best to enjoy life.