#COLOR THEORY CAN KISS MY ASS!!!!

[rusty-gloinks]

im sos;sorry I’ve never drawn many kisses ever.consider this a forehead kissy….thing or whatever. SOB

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ DICK THEORIES .ᐟ [ ༝ NARUTO EDITION ༝ ]

⋆ ft. itachi & neji ⋆

master list

༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝ [he’s got a monster hiding in his briefs.]

Itachi’s a sweetheart, even if his cock’s as thick as a coke can.

It’s absolutely a well kept secret. He’s never been one to sleep with tons of people, and, luckily, the other women who’ve managed to fit him are respectful enough not to kiss and tell.

Sure, he’d changed around other men several different times, and he’d visited onsens before, but nobody commented on it. The ones who’d teased him in good nature were his close friends, and that’s only if they managed to catch a peak while he was changing.

The first time you’re tangled in Itachi’s sheets, yanking his briefs down while he looms over you, you’re genuinely shocked at the size of his cock as it bobs free and sticks straight out. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting to your hairline, and a brief burst of fear rises to the surface.

Itachi retreats to sit on his calves, worrying at his bottom lip as his features pinch in concern.

“Is it…is it too much, my love?” He asks softly. You reluctantly tear your gaze away from below his pelvis, chest clenching at the unsure expression he now wears.

You push up into a sitting position, reaching out and lightly trace your fingers along the pink, soft, uncut skin of his shaft. You love how his breath catches and his cock twitches. “No, it’s — it’s more than okay, Itachi. It just surprised me is all, I’ve never been with someone so big. It’ll take some work to fit you inside.”

Itachi’s cheeks flush a rosy color, shooting you a shy smile. He places a hand to your chest and pushes gently until your back hits the mattress once again. “I won’t let it hurt, I promise sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so amazing your pretty little head will fill with cotton.”

He goes above and beyond, letting his slender fingers and warm tongue bring you to the edge more than once before he decides you’re ready.

Itachi rocks his hips shallowly, inching himself into your pussy, and a jolt of pain flares up your spine when he’s about halfway. He allows you a few deep breaths before he continues to apply pressure until you’re stuffed full. You whimper, pelvis aching when you shift your weight.

Itachi laces your fingers together and plants them by your head, resting his forehead on yours. “Such a good girl, such a sweet girl, all for me,” he coos.

And when Itachi finally does fully roll his hips, all your thoughts vanish. The all encompassing, pussy splitting stretch is brand new to you, and your orgasm swells to a breaking point within the first few thrusts. The heat is overwhelming and holy. fucking. shit. It’s insanely good.

Itachi’s got you addicted to his cock before the night ends.

༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝ [he’s the perfect size.]

Neji’s cock is the perfect amount of thick, but he’s a bit longer than average. It’s the kind of dick that you’d happily beg for over and over, because it’s incredible.

He is, however, a bit more stuck up when it comes to sex. So much like Itachi, you’re not privy to what his dick is like before you get in his bed. Any other girl he’s slept with has kept their lips sealed in fear of Neji’s wrath should they gossip about him.

Despite how it irritates you, you get it. You wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of the Hyuga clan either.

The first time you have sex with Neji, you’re relieved at the sight of his dick, as odd as that may be. You were a tiny bit worried he’d be too small, but he’s not at all.

Neji wears a smug smile when you voice your thoughts, lids lowering as your fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly.

“I take it you’re pleased with what you see, pretty girl?” Neji pushes your thighs apart and settles in between them as he speaks, hands finding your hips and yanking until your ass rests on the tops of his thighs.

Your breath catches at the harsh movement, fisting the sheets to steady yourself. “Definitely,” you murmur distractedly, staring with no small amount of heat at the way Neji’s cock curves up towards his belly.

You tuck away the desire to suck him off for another time.

Neji laughs in amusement, readjusting his stance and tilting your hips up until he’s able to line himself up with you. He slides in with such ease, pussy fitting him like a glove. Neji tilts his head back and moans, sliding his hands up and gripping your waist tightly.

You choke on your next breath, digging your nails into his forearms, eyes wide as you blink up at him. Neji brings his head back up, glancing down to where he’s disappeared, and a low moan spills from his mouth.

Neji’s impatient hips draw back and push forward smoothly, starting slow so you can both savor the hot, slick drag of his cock.

“Feels so good Neji,” you say with a sigh. Pretty purple eyes lock with yours and he bites his lip.

“Want it faster baby?” He asks playfully, picking up the pace until you inhale sharply when he hits your g-spot.

You nod eagerly, the base of your skull digging into the mattress. “Fuck, yes Neji, faster please!”

He pants softly, focusing intently on keeping up the rough pace he’s set. “Anything your heart desires, pretty girl.”

You take Neji’s cock again and again, and then one more time before you both agree to call it quits for the night.

[xiao-come-home]

Boothill relationship headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Boothill x reader.

✰ Words: ~1k.

✰ SFW+N//SFW ; SFW mentions no pronouns or gender of the reader. N//SFW section was written with fem!reader in mind.

Warnings: THIS HAS A NSFW PART. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS skip this section if possible. some of these hc are based on this post, since i wanted to write a little more about it.

A/N: BRAINROT gRR he truly gives me doctor by Miley Cyrus vibes. idk how to explain it but take it

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Boothill:

SFW

he's such a gentleman! opens doors for you, pulls out a chair, kisses your hand when he sees you first for the day, it doesn't get boring for him at all. if you ignore some of his unhinged behaviors, then he's a perfect man.

like i mentioned in my previous post, he's VERY possessive of you. he does like to go to unknown clubs or bars with you to try out their best drinks in his spare time, though he doesn't have you attached to his hip (even.. if he wouldn't probably mind at all), he does keep a sharp eye on you. if a weird guy approaches you and you're clearly uncomfortable, he tries to intimidate the guy away and clearly let him see that you're his (aka placing his arm around your waist and pushing you into him), if being polite doesn't work, well, they have a rough night. not in a good way.

this man SCREAMS BACK HUGS!! since his body is like 90% metal and machines, he loves to embrace you from behind and wrap his arms around your tummy, while his chin rests on your shoulder. he misses the softness of his own skin, so having you gives him a lot of comfort; the warmth you're radiating makes him reluctant to ever pull away. boothill often finds himself touching his cheeks with his robotic arms, when they get warm enough - the feeling almost long forgotten in his mind.

speaking of back hugs: he's also very big on neck kisses, mostly giving than receiving, depending on how he feels, they're either very innocent and loving - very soft, paired with butterfly kisses, or biting you and then kissing it better, when things get steamy.

boothil finds it funny when his hair tickles you when he hugs you from behind. if he's feeling particularly like a little shit that day, he can annoy you the entire day like that, only to respond with "hmm? what do you mean? I'm not doing anything, baby!" ...don't tell him his smirk gives it away, but honestly, at this point, he probably doesn't try to hide it that well.

he DOES slap your ass when you go past him. EVERY time. it doesn't get boring for him, he likes the sound it makes AND how soft it is, bonus if it jiggles, then he's even more proud. he might offer "an apologetic massage," which you rarely agree to (but he'll try until u say yes).

if someone ever tinkers with his Synesthesia beacon, he cannot swear for his life. you might catch him trying to cook, spilling something, and then hearing loud "YOU LITTLE DAISY FLOWER! CUTIE PIE! CURSED FROG!" it's kinda impressive how colorful they can get...

speaking of his voice, he's probably able to manipulate it so it sounds the best according to your taste. although his flesh heart has been gone for so long, he still feels that familiar, warm feeling and squeeze of his own, mechanical one, when your answer is always the same - to modulate it so it sounds the closest to what it used to be, or that the current one is just as pleasant to hear.

he likes to kiss you. no matter where, or when. if he wants to, he'll get one, pressing you against him, cupping your face with one hand, and kissing your puckered lips. once you give in, he kisses you properly, caressing your cheek ever so slightly to ease any discomfort left, only to hold you tightly on your hips and whimper on purpose just to tease you more (i believe in boothill is a little shit theory).

if we assume his face is the only human part of him left (besides his eyes). In that case, he just truly loves the softness of your lips on his. he kisses you as much as he can, and will get all fussy and whiny if he doesn't get his good morning kiss, we-see-each-other-for-the-first-time-today kiss (note: this is not the same as good morning kiss), goodnight kiss and so on. yes, he could get it by himself, but he wants it from you first. he's just very stubborn.

watch out! he likes to draw blood on your lower lip when his intrusive thoughts win. he licks the blood off later, and gives it a loving kiss.

his hair is genuine, so he loves whenever you play with it, brush it, or take care of it in general. it's probably one of the very few human features of his, so if your boothill lets you carefully pamper it, let alone without flooding his cords, he's not only very impressed, but also very willing to indulge in more sessions.

finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his hat when he isn't looking. or, well, when you think he isn't looking.

N/SFW. minors and ageless blogs shoo!

the council has decided that he has a vibrator in place of his real junk. but if you're into experimenting and want him to feel a bit more, hm, natural - he's more than happy to change his parts. shape, size and pace - everything for his lady.

you can probably guess, but that's an absolute ass man. he sees you in tighter pants that hug you just so nicely and might go feral.

eats pussy like a starved man. he has no shame and licks, sucks, and fucks you with his tongue and THE SOUNDS could put the devil himself to shame. boothill always wants everyone to know that you're his, how you scream and moan for him, so in return - he never lets a drop of your juices go to waste, slurping and moaning into your slit.

he's literally so flexible, that he'll fuck you in every position you want him to. if it means he'll get deeper, he's on board. and probably on top of you too.

likes to grope you through your clothes. sounds very tame, but it really gets him going, and might sometimes cause trouble in public.. unless you WANT that trouble.

adding to the headcanon above - he truly just gets turned on by your skin, especially imperfections. stretch marks? he'll kiss them all, scars? he has them all memorized. when he touches you through your clothes, he already remembers what is where, it's like he's edging himself knowing that soon enough he'll undress you completely and see it clearly; he quite literally worships what truly makes you... you.

he. is. so. SO over when you pull on his hair. when you make out, when he fucks you - doesn't matter. DO IT and he'll go absolutely crazy, hissing in pleasure and grinding into you.

[captain-hawks]

what... what happens the first time you convince oliver to put a blindfold on...?

TASTE / oliver aiku x f!reader

— 1k, 18+ only, established relationship, blindfolds, lingerie, oral sex, squirting, oliver always wins

“You know, this sounded fun in theory,” you sigh as you climb onto the mattress, crawling toward where Oliver’s sitting blindfolded against the headboard. “But I have to admit, I’m sad I can’t see my favorite part of your face now.”

Oliver’s lips pull upward as you sink into his lap, though his hands remain obediently at his sides for the time being. “Then you’ll just have to be my eyes, won’t you?”

He leans in, his lips swiftly finding the shell of your ear with a precise ease that makes you shiver as he continues, “Show me what you’re wearing, sweetheart.”

It’s funny—how even now, when you should be the one that’s in control, it’s still your spine that’s arching for him under the heat of his breath and the deep rasp of his voice. Taking one of his hands in yours, you gently drag his fingertips over the delicate, sheer lace that covers your breasts. 

“This is new,” he murmurs before you can even say anything. 

You nod, though you quickly remember he can’t see and add, “Yes.”

His thumb ghosts over one of your nipples before sliding back to drag careful circles against the sensitive bud until it’s stiff beneath his touch.

“What color is it?”

Biting your lip, you try to stifle the whimper that crawls up your throat when he pinches your nipple, and he smirks—you can never get anything past him.  

“Guess.”

Oliver cups your sides just below the swell of your breasts with both hands, leaning in to mouth at your other neglected nipple through the lacey fabric of your bra. He takes his time, sucking until the fabric is damp and sticky with saliva. 

“Red,” he breathes out.

You blink, moaning softly when he slips a hand beneath the bra and drags his fingers over bare, supple skin. “How—”

You shouldn’t be surprised.

Oliver presses an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, dragging his nose against your skin, blindfold still firmly in place. “I just know you.”

Heat licks its way through your gut, and you inhale sharply. 

“These are new, too,” you tell him, directing his touch to the matching lace that hugs your hips. 

But this—

Oliver makes a thoughtful sound as he splays both large hands against your hip bones, eyebrows shooting up beneath the mask as his fingers slide further back.

“Oh?” he chokes out.

You bite your lower lip, smiling triumphantly at having finally caught him off guard. “Well, I thought I’d make things a little easier.”

His hands rove the globes of your ass, fingertips pressing into the bare skin where the fabric of your panties should be (crotchless bottoms had seemed appropriate for the occasion). 

Forehead leaning into yours, Oliver whispers against your lips, “You’re cruel.”

“Am I?”

He nods, tongue sliding against your bottom lip from one end to the other. “I wanna see.”

Fingers carding into the green hair that rests against the nape of his neck, you tug at it. “Use your imagination.”

Oliver’s chin tilts upward as you pull his hair even harder, and he grins. “I have a better idea.”

Between one breath and the next, you suddenly find yourself pinned beneath Oliver’s large form and your rumpled sheets. And really, it should come as no surprise—the familiarity with which he navigates the shape of your body horizontally beneath his own. The way he doesn’t need his eyes to guide his hands and mouth from the column of your neck to the swell of your breasts, from your belly button down to the heat between your thighs. 

Your heart hammers in your chest.

He spreads your legs, humming in satisfaction when the pads of his fingers once again find the hole in the lace that leaves your wet cunt exposed. 

“Being blindfolded is supposed to enhance your other senses, yeah?” He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he can feel the way your muscles are already tensed with anticipation.

“Yeah, that’s why you were supposed to sit there and be good and let me give you a blow—”

You cut yourself off with a moan of surprise as Oliver buries his face between your legs, eagerly dragging his tongue through your dripping folds. 

“Oliver,” you gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as he groans against your pussy, nose pushing into your clit while he shoves his tongue into your tight hole. 

He laps at your cunt with fervor, his own hips grinding downward into the mattress. Pleasure ripples through you at a reckless pace, the only thing keeping your body from wildly bucking upward off of the mattress being the firm pressure of Oliver’s hands against your hips. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he pants, his plush lips and dark stubble glistening with your sticky arousal. 

Taste.

Your tight walls spasm, your whines of pleasure at odds with the filthy, wet sounds of him tongue-fucking your soaked pussy.

“Come on my tongue,” he groans, two fingers rubbing against your swollen clit. “Let me feel it.”

It’s a wonder how the blindfold’s still in place, you think to yourself. Your last coherent thought before Oliver stuffs two thick fingers into your cunt. And he doesn’t need to see anything to know how to curl them inside of you, where to apply pressure as he sucks and licks and—

You explode with a burst of white-hot pleasure from the inside out, and clear liquid sprays from your pussy as you ride out your blistering climax on his fingers and tongue.

It’s only once your body’s stopped trembling that Oliver pushes the blindfold up on top of his head, grinning brazenly as he uses his hand to wipe away the evidence of you squirting all over his face—only to pointedly hold your gaze while he drags his tongue from the heel of his palm to the tip of his middle finger.

Still breathing hard, you shake your head. “You cheated.”

“I make my own rules.” Oliver shrugs innocently, twirling the blindfold on a finger, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Now can I see these from the back?”

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

As we grow together…

In honor of Valentine’s Day (I thought it was yesterday lol) I want to quickly talk about MelJay that isn’t a rant.

MelJay oh MelJay, I believe that it is the classic Jaded x Idealist trope (my personal fav).

Jayce is the bright eyed idealist who sees the world in such bright and vivid colors that he is blinded to the more dark parts of it. He believes in magic and in the common man’s ability and desire to do good that he didn’t reckon with the more selfish part of humanity ( or whatever they call themselves in Runeterra) and what they would do with such power. The recklessness of blind ambition or the damage endless progress does to people or a society exemplified through him.

Mel on the other hand is a child of war and pilgrimage. She tells Jayce she knows war. While I dont think Ambessa made Mel pick up swords of fallen soldiers like Mel’s grandad did Ambessa, it is clear from the Mel’s motion that she knows death. She is banished from her family for her “soft spined idealism”. She is made unworthy for her compassion, her heart. She does try to prove that the fox can win out, that diplomacy can whether through violence but it is clear that this rejection weighs on her and she hasn’t really moved past it. She shuts herself off from most except Elora. Scared and angry, she constantly feels less than.

Then Mel and Jayce meet. Two people defined by their ambition. In the time skip it’s implied they shared little moments of yearning; stolen glances, little touches.

It’s quickly established that Mel is at the very least intrigued by Jayce and his ideals. It’s not until the night of the Opera show that we see how much Mel is inspired by Jayce.

“ The Medarda’s usually only take from the world. It’s not often we are in a position to give something back”

Jayce quickly retorts that he couldn’t have done any of it without her. They kiss and the relationship soon blossoms. Like in one of my other posts I believe that it’s in MelJays quieter moments that their relationship is the strongest. Jayce seeks Mel out whenever he is in moments of uncertainty. He truly believes in her and respects her. It’s where we get one of his famous lines in the series.

“ Nothing feels impossible when I’m with you”

We see this look of shock in her face that she quickly recovers from. We then get her saying one her famous lines of not facing things alone. It is clearly geared toward Jayce making sure Viktor isn’t alone in what they think are his final moments, but I also took it as her longing to belong in relation to her family.

Mel is constantly trying to protect Jayce and his Hextech dream not only because she loves him but because it’s a dream that she once had. It is through her relationship with Jayce that she starts to see the beauty and strength in the idealism she was once shunned for. Hextech is Jayce’s dream but he makes time for her. He is constantly reaffirming her and the best parts of her. Jayce grows as a more level headed man and as a leader who understands humility. The jaded becomes hopeful and the idealist becomes more realistic.

This is a personal theory of mine but I like to believe that the only person Jayce actually helped by using Hextech and being himself is Mel. I also do believe that Jayce falling in love with Mel is the only thing he may of had full autonomy over. That is so cute to me.

Ps “quick” my ass. Happy Valentine Day for real this time. This feels like a more in depth post of what I already said in previous, but I’m too lazy to scroll and check. Sorry if it is.

[liahaslosthermind]

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓

Rhysand x OC Prequel Chapter to Betrayal (Prequels can be read in any order or as a standalone) Summary: Adelaide and Rhysand don’t like being apart for long, but a High Lord must be dutiful. (Takes place before the series' Timeline) A/N: I know, I know. You all want to see Rhysand get his ass beat, but this is not that.

“My dear Adelaide” her lover’s voice sung out from his office as she walked past, too enthralled in her book to notice he was in there. 

She quickly spun around, running back to his office. The lovers had been separated for only 3 days and despite around 300 years spent together, the days had gone by slowly. 

The two quickly met each other in the middle of the room, kissing feverishly as if they had been apart 50 years. 

As Rhysand pulled back, Adelaide chased his mouth, not yet content with the amount of kisses she had gotten. The High Lord quickly pecked her lips in apology while laughing at her eagerness.

“Slow down, my dear. We have all the time in the world.” He smiled down on her, taking in the beautiful face he had spent so much of his long existence undeniably enthralled and all consuming-ly in love with. Red hair not quite reaching her waist, not in the usual braids she put them in when she didn’t want to fight the curls she swore ‘had a mind of their own and decided they were at war with her’. The deep red of her hair accentuated by the gold accessories she wore in it, matching the ones that adorned the horns that came out of her head like twisted tree branches.  

The horns confused him at first. He had assumed that she hailed from Autumn because of the red of her hair, but the branches decorating her head hadn’t made sense with that theory, at least not fully. Her ears had much more of a point to them, a far cry from the rounded ears of the Illyrians, even farther than the High Fae did, as he did. So she couldn't have been High Fae.

Adelaide couldn’t give up much information on her front. She was a foundling, discovered on the border of Day and Night. The High Lord of Night at the time, Rhysand’s father, wanted nothing to do with the babe found, convinced that the red headed child must have been some ploy from Beron. Thankfully, the High Lord of Day took her in. At first, it had been her hair that drew him in, not far from the color his Lady of Autumn had. Her skin tone closer in resemblance to his than his love's. When he looked at her, he saw a timeline in which they got their deserved life together. Adelaide had no biological connection to either of them, but Helion loved her all the same. “It doesn’t feel that way, you always have something else to do.” She pouted. It would have been sweet, how much she had missed him, but the way her hands trailed down Rhysand’s chest, stopping at the sound of his grown when she pushed her fingers inside the waistband of his pants, Rhys knew she was anything but sweet right now.. 

“My dear,” Rhysand groaned as she continued to tease him, stepping out of his embrace. Don’t start something you know you can’t finish, he spoke into her mind. 

With no warning, she ran off down the hall, to their bedroom. She knew she couldn’t outrun him, but that made it all the more exciting. 

She had awoken the next day to the smell of her favorite tea being placed next to her bedside. She smiled at her lover, drowning in bliss that came from having him near. 

She then took in his outfit.

He was fully dressed in the clothes he wore when he needed to seem courtly and powerful. He had been called away, again. Sensing her despair, Rhysand leaned down on the bed, his kiss trailing from her lips, to her jaw, to her throat. 

But she pushed him away.

“You can’t seduce me into forgetting that you are leaving me again, Rhysand!”

“I am doing no such thing, just trying to make up for the fact I am leaving again. And I am not leaving you, my dear, I'd never leave you. Shoot me dead, should the day ever arise.” He laughed. She did too. What a preposterous idea, him leaving her. 

“Will you promise to hurry back, of sound mind and body?” 

“Always, my dear Adelaide, always of sound mind and body for you.” 

She hadn’t asked when he would be back, she learned not to over the years because these things never went on the original schedule. 

But she hadn’t thought it would be 50 excruciating years until she saw him again.  

[hearts4golbach]

Until You Graduate.

Pairing:

Teacher!Ray Toro x Student!Reader.

A/n:

this one SHOULDVE been titled 'oh my god here fucking take it damn ashlee'

proofread

Warnings:

pet names (sweetheart, honey, good girl, pretty girl, baby,) unrealistic sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, slapping (ass AND face), size kink, face fucking, cream pie, rough sex, no protection (wrap it before you tap it...)

Word count:

2.0k

The last period of the day. Music theory. College music theory was no joke, especially as a senior in college. You had been taking it all four years, what more could there be to learn? Although, throughout the past 4 years, you had gotten to know the teacher very well. His name was Mr. Toro, well, Ray Toro. You weren't quite sure how to describe your relationship with him. Of course, he looked at you as a student and you viewed him as a teacher. There was always something there though, a little tinge in your stomach when his eyes met yours and the soft blush on his face when you complimented the color of his tie. It made you want to rip his shirt off and-

"Good afternoon, Ms. L/n," he greeted cheerfully, waiting at the door to greet his students as he usually did.

He startled you out of your thoughts. You looked up from the floor and shot him a half smile. "Afternoon, Mr. Toro."

"Today is just a study hall day, catch up on your missing work in *this* class," he emphasized. He raised an eyebrow at you.

Okay, maybe you were failing his class. It's not like you didn't understand the material, but the homework wasn't for the weak. "I-," You began to protest or attempt to defend yourself but knew it would be pointless, "okay."

Another student approached, and he greeted them with a smile. Mr. Toro lowered his voice. "Why don't you come see me after class? We can talk about this later."

You nodded and made your way to your seat. Once the bell rang, he greeted the whole class before explaining that it was a catch-up day. Of course, you did your best to catch up. 3 agonizing assignments later (after spending half of the time daydreaming) the final bell of the day rang. It was Friday, and you were desperate to get back to your dorm, but you had your meeting with Mr. Toro.

Once everyone had left, Mr. Toro called to you. "Y/n, why don't you pull up a chair?"

You nodded, dragging a chair over to the front of his desk. He closed his laptop and locked his fingers together, leaning towards you. "Great job getting some assignments done," he praised. "Now, why have you been slacking off in my class?"

You sighed, resting your head in your hand. Your eyes scanned his curl-framed face for any sign of anger, but there proved to be none. "There's just been a lot on my plate, especially with midterms coming up I-"

You began to ramble before he cut you off. "I've heard that so many times, give me a real answer."

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. You couldn't form words or any other excuse, you just haven't been doing the work.

He tsked under his breath, standing up and walking around the desk. "You're one of my best students, Y/n. It's disappointing to see you slack off."

"I'll do anything I can to make it up, Mr. Toro," you couldn't hide the suggestiveness of your tone. He was far from phased.

He hummed, "I'm sure you would." He stood behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Do you think I don't see you staring at me during class?" His hands slid down slowly, moving to the first button on your blouse. "I may be younger than your other teachers, but I'm not naive."

"I know, Mr. Toro." You chewed your bottom lip, excitement bubbling in your stomach followed by heat pooling in your panties.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?"

"No, no." You replied immediately. "Please, don't stop."

He smirked, placing a kiss on your cheek. "Good girl," he unbuttoned the first one, making his way to the second. "But you haven't been very good— zoning out in class, not doing what you're told, wearing those tiny fucking skirts that drive me crazy.."

You clenched your thighs together as he undid the next button. "I'll start being good, Mr. Toro. I promise.."

"Promising doesn't cut it. Someone needs to teach you a lesson, and I'm glad to be that someone. Get up." After he undid the third button, he moved his hands away from you. You did as he told, quickly standing up and turning to face him. He rested his hand on the nape of your neck. "The word is papers, okay?"

You nodded eagerly. He smirked and crossed his arms. "Please, Mr. Toro-" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for.

"Turn around and bend over."

You bent over his desk, resting your cheek on a stack of papers. He groaned at the sight of you. He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down with one swift motion. His hand moved to where you needed him the most, running his calloused fingers through your wet folds.

"God, you're already so wet for me," he placed a hard slap on your ass, making you yelp. "Have you thought about this a lot?" He questioned, rubbing the red mark on your flesh. You nodded. "Words, honey."

"Y-yeah, all the time," your voice was breathy as you anticipated his next move.

"Tell me about it," He placed another slap on the opposite side, making you whine.

"I've thought about your hands all over me, especially-" another hard whack came down on your ass, "fuck.. especially late at night. I've thought about sucking your- ah!" Another hit on your sore skin. "S-sucking your dick under the table while you're trying to teach class..."

He cut you off by shoving two fingers deep inside of you. A loud moan slipped from your lips. You whined at the loss of contact whenever he immediately retracted his fingers. One hand gripped your hip while the other continued to smack your ass.

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He hummed. "What else?"

"I've thought about you deep inside of me, fucking me so-" you whined as he slowly circled your clit before another loud smack rang through the room. "so hard I can't walk the next day.."

He let out a low chuckle. "You're so good for me," he rubbed the bright red handprint gently, "takin' it like a champ, sweetheart." He gripped your forearms and pulled you flush against him. You felt his clothed cock pressing into you, begging for release. His hands slid down to your waist, then your hips as he kissed your neck. "Get on your knees."

You whirled around and dropped to the floor. Your panties were tangled around your ankles and your skirt had fallen back into place as you reached up to unbuckle his belt. Before you could, his hand met your cheek. "Who's in charge here? You *always* ask for my permission."

"Can I, Mr. Toro?"

"Can you what?" He emphasized, rubbing your cheek before slapping you again.

"Can I please suck your dick?" You looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," he let you pull down his dress pants and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free. His grip on your hair grew tighter as he guided you towards his aching cock.

He was bigger than you had imagined. You weren't sure if you could take it. Nonetheless, you took his throbbing tip into your mouth and began to suck as if your life depended on it. He pushed your head down, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, tears stinging your eyes as you held eye contact with him.

"You look so pretty like this," He grunted, "choking on my cock."

You hummed in response as he began to thrust into your mouth. He gripped your hair at the scalp, keeping your head in place as he began to fuck your mouth. You ran your tongue along the veins, closing your eyes as tears began to fall. Your mascara smeared, creating an even better sight for Ray. He placed another slap on your cheek, making you wince as the ache between your legs grew stronger.

"Shit," he mumbled, tossing his head back as he rocked his hips faster. The lewd, wet noises of you choking on his cock filled the room along with his moans and groans of pleasure. "Okay, okay," he pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. "That's enough."

You whined, wanting— no, needing him to finish in your mouth.

"Go sit on the desk." His curly hair was disheveled and sweat began to bead on his forehead. God, he looked sexy.

You followed orders, sitting on the desk. He stood between your legs, gripping your thighs tight. He pressed his tip against your tight hole, looking up at you for confirmation. You nodded eagerly, needing him inside of you. He wrapped his hand around the base and began to push into you. You squeezed around him, barely accommodating to his size.

You let out a cry, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over you as you propped yourself up on your elbows. He pushed deeper inside of you, making you scream and he wasn't even halfway in. "M-Mr. Toro, I-I can't.."

He shushed you, digging his fingers into your hips. You were sure there'd be bruises in the morning. "Come on, I know you can. Be my good girl, yeah?"

You whimpered, nodding. He shoved his thumb into your mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to fall from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on how fucking good he felt inside of you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at *that*," he groaned.

You could *see* how deep he was inside of you, his tip bulging through your stomach. "Fucking shit," you cursed, which was only mumbling to him as the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue.

He began to move, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. Lewd moans and squelching filled the room as you slowly adjusted to his size. Pleasure overruled the pain, making your eyes roll back as he kept his thumb in your mouth.

"You're so tight, god damn," he rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting the flesh softly before pulling away.

All you could do was nod as he quickened his pace. He laid another slap on your cheek before kissing it to get rid of the pain. He moved down to your neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to mark you up— claim you as his. He licked over the bite marks to soothe the pain.

His hand met your cheek once more. "You're perfect, fuck. 'Don't think i'll ever get enough of this pussy," he rubbed fast circled on your clit. His thrusts were punishing, his cock drilling into you. "Gonna fuck you dumb, sweetheart."

He wasn't lying. You couldn't form coherent sentences, overstimulated from his deep he was and how good he made you feel. "Yesyesyes-" You mumbled between cries and moans.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" He groaned, his breathing ragged. His gaze met yours as you finally opened your eyes.

You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. "Yes- yes, please, Mr. Toro."

He gripped the back of your head, bringing you forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "So, so perfect." He mumbled. His thrusts were sporadic as he began to reach his climax.

"'Gonna cum-" you whimpered, a loud moan following as he lifted your hips.

"That's it, cum on my cock. God, you're such a good girl," he praised as you came undone on his dick.

He fucked you through your high, not slowing down until he scooted his thick seed inside of you. He slowly rocked his hips, pumping you full until you were a limp, sweaty mess.

He pulled out, watching in awe as his seed dripped out of you. He peppered your face in kisses as you began to regain some strength, He wrapped his muscular arms around your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Fuck, I can't wait until you graduate."

[t1oui]

your hedric headcanons?

AAAAA ily for these asks oli (/p)

SO. hedric. tbh i don't ship this as much as i used to but back when i started getting into the FANDOM side of things this was one of my otps and i'm getting back into them so i have a lot of thoughts!!

harry is bi, cedric is trans & pan

cedric is obsessed with the color yellow and harry rarely wears colors, especially not bright ones, so whenever he's wearing cedric's clothes it's really obvious

they have matching friendship bracelets :D

cuddle time is sacred for them

they get super enthusiastic about each other's interests bc they love seeing each other happy

cedric's trans ass loses his shit every time harry calls him his boyfriend and harry KNOWS

many forehead & nose kisses for harry :>

(tell me why i completely was thinking of my muggle hs au until now... let's get some hogwarts hcs)

THE lovey-dovey couple during hogsmeade weekends

they love playing quidditch together IN THEORY but they keep getting distracted by one another

when cedric gets his first weasley sweater he cries and refuses to take it off for the next 6 months

they have matching sweatshirts... idk what's on them but they exist

ced's the type of guy to throw harry over his shoulder to carry him around

harry buys oversized hoodies & jumpers just so cedric can steal them

cedric and harry turned one of the closets in their flat into a cozy fort... ft fairy lights & bean bags & lots of fluffy blankets. harry goes in there if he's feeling overwhelmed and ced goes in if he's feeling overly dysphoric

they take turns being the big spoon

cedric loves making notes & drawings for harry... when harry's still in school after he graduates he sends him little drawings at breakfast, especially during the end of the year when harry's stressed about exams

(bc cedric lives wdym??)

(harry jumps in front of the killing curse and bc of the blood wards he survives... don't ask just go with it, this is my explanation for cedric surviving in a canon-compliant universe)

cedric feels a lot of pressure from his parents and harry always makes sure he knows he's more than enough

ok got a lil angsty there at the end but i'm going to leave that here! wow yeah ig i have a LOT of thoughts abt them...

ty for the ask !!!

[guiltydiaries]

Dynamic Discussions - Mike Ross/Reader

Implied Mike/Harvey, Harvey/Reader, Mike/Harvey/Reader

One of my headcanons brought to life. Completely inspired by this scene ^ and the fact that there is not enough Mike Ross content. Reader works alongside Mike Ross helping Harvey on cases. There is a polyamorous tension and comfort between you all but nothing has happened. You all want to keep things professional, so you don’t acknowledge the tension. Mike is a brat and goads the reader into flirting (goading Harvey) on a night out.

“You just had to suggest I call the bartender Sir…” I shake my head at my idiot of a coworker.

“It’s a good thing!” Mike declares, leaning on the bar next to me, our elbows touching as we pretend to survey the room. We both know the two of us are only watching one man. “Harvey only ditches celebration cocktails early to teach us a “lesson” and he only leaves with a brunette when you’ve been too sexy for your own good.” The blonde pauses to smirk “I told you, he wants to be the only Sir in our lives. It’s not my fault you thought you could prove me wrong.”

I pretend to ignore Mike and his annoying encyclopedia memory as I watch Harvey kiss the fingertips of the woman he’s seducing. I roll my eyes and turn to glare at my best friend.

“This is why we aren’t supposed to talk about sex, rule breaker… You’re buying my next round.”

Halfway through my next gin and tonic Harvey wanders back over to close out his tab and remind us both of the new case we start tomorrow. His eyes are stern as he gives me a heated once over, and it looks like he might pop a vein when Mike chimes in with “Hope you enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Specter.”

I can tell that Harvey wants to say more, that he is fighting urge to stay and banter with us. I want to melt into the floor as I watch Harvey stride off to escort the woman out of the bar. I know it’s wrong to want my boss so much, to want Mike and Harvey both as much as I do. The three of us have boundaries for a reason, lines that can’t be crossed. That doesn’t stop me from getting turned on at the thought of Harvey choosing a woman with my hair color because he can’t go home with me. I can’t help but think of calling him Sir now that Mike (the perpetual brat) has put that image in my head. I know my submissive ass would kneel for Harvey in a heartbeat, if I could. I know how hot it would be to see Mike get the punishment he always seems to be asking for. Wistfully, I find myself hoping Mike’s theory is right, that Harvey’s D/s energy is purposeful.

Coming back to the present, I shake my head and remember my reality tonight. Mike and I will heed the reminder of our early morning and go home alone. Again.

When I manage to turn around, the fresh drink waiting for me on the bar is a welcome sight. Mike has one of his own and we spend the next hour laughing and pretending that we aren’t repressed underlings for a man we both love. His hand brushes my thigh as I lean in to laugh at a joke and for a moment we are just two people flirting at a bar. We stay in that bubble as long as we can. I can see my sweet Mike drinking in the attention, he is cherishing the casual affection between us as much as I am. Nights like this always stop here, one drink and one train ride is all we allow ourselves. It doesn’t matter how brief, the release of not having to hide my attraction for a few hours is better than any hookup. As we say goodnight we linger in a hug before parting, we know the pull between us is inevitable but tonight is not the time. Soon.

[siblingskissing]

Ronance headcanons?

Ronance Headcanons

I have had the BIGGEST brain rot about these two, you guys don't even know, so please excuse my rambling session in this post. As always- feel free to share your headcanons, opinions, thoughts ideas, just be kind <3

-Robin is the biggest simp to ever exist. Nancy mentions liking a color? Guess who's suddenly adding it all over their wardrobe! A favourite food? She's already learned how to cook it. Allergic to something? Robin will destroy it with her bare hands and make it go extinct to protect her girl.

-Likewise, Nancy would and will kill for Robin (come on Robin tell her to kill for you she wants to)

-Their favourite dates include them sitting in one of their rooms, a movie or music playing as they discuss conspiracy theories or whatever story Nancy is working on

"There's been a ton of missing items from farms in the areas. Animals, tools, bales of hay-"

"could it be aliens?"

"Alie- Robin it's not aliens!"

"What? Interdimensional monsters are real but aliens aren't?"

-Many people assume Nancy would get annoyed by Robins carefree joke centered attitude but actually she calms down whenever Robin tries making jokes.

-She doesn't like when people don't take things seriously, but she knows Robin is taking it serious, but using humour to make sure they don't spiral with the problem

-their relationship definitely started off rocky but with some time, understanding and surprisingly really deep conversations they learn to appreciate the little things about one another.

-Robin loves Nancy's drive and her leadership skills. She makes sure that everyone takes her seriously and if the kids complain about Nancy being a hard ass she brings them back to listen.

"Nancy's not our boss!"

"No, but she's the one keeping you dipshits safe- she knows what she's doing so listen up and quit complaining"

-They kids listen to Robin more and so when she follows Nancy with no complaints, the kids unconsciously follow suit.

-When Nancy gets stressed/aggravated Robin will be there to lend her a shoulder. They're very much leader/Right Hand man coded to me.

-Nancy doesn't know much about queer culture so when she does eventually come out Robin is happy to talk to her about it and share what she knows.

"So we use Blue violets because Sappho used to describe women wearing garlands of them,"

"Sappho?"

"... Do you have a spar 3 hours so I can explain Sappho and Greek poetry to you?"

-They take all kinds of cute little Polaroids that they keep at Robins place

(examples of said Polaroids)

-Robins family is more supportive so often Nancy goes over there to spend the night

-when college comes up in discussions Robin mentions that she enjoyed investigating with Nancy, the research was fun when they didn't have death looming over them.

"Yeah, learning Russian to break the code was awesome- the torture kind of ruined it though-"

"The WHAT?"

-Nancy asks Robin 1000X if Robin is sure she wants to go to the same college/same field and Robin promises her that she isn't only going because of her.

"I'd follow you anywhere, but this is also for me- if I have to do one more customer service job I might kill someone."

-They love movie nights, curled up under a blanket watching whatever film they can find. Robin always finds the oddest ones and sometimes some really deep indie films. Nancy also enjoys the foreign films she can find and let's her choose.

-on nights Nancy chooses- she likes care free fun films. Nothing too heavy because she likes the simplicity

-Theyre a gross matching couple- but in a new fun way.

-Mat hing colors in their respective styles, using each other's clothes and making it go with their personal choices, matching patterns/designs.

-They also shared shoes sometimes

-On the 90s Nancy gets a more "Rachel from friends" style like this

-Robin eats it up like no one is watching and often has to hold back from just kissing her 24/7

(also I badly wanna do a look book of the characters so Please someone ask for that because I love fashion)

I definitely probably have more but here you are!!

[glossdebut]

PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ PLAYLIST

hello!!! music is going to play a very important part in the price of fame series, so i wanted to post this playlist i’ve been working on since september when i originally had the idea for the story! i have been listening to this playlist nonstop while writing and i'm pretty proud of it tbh

there is a spotify link for the playlist, but i have also linked every song below on youtube if you don’t have spotify! + i’ve included the lyrics from each song that are most relevant to yoongi & MC

anyway!!! ahhhhh chapter one is being posted tomorrow! are we excited??? i know i am! if you listen to this playlist, please let me know what you think! any thoughts/feedback/THEORIES are 100% welcome (:

『 spotify link ★ series masterlist 』

01. price of fame | brent faiyaz

『 all of the things they want / and don't know why they want it (i know, look) / they don't wanna give you time to heal / they just wanna bleed you dry, for real / and if you're comfortable, don't let no one know / they'll fuck it up (i know) 』

02. perhaps vampires is a bit strong but… | arctic monkeys

『 well, i ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes / that might be a surprise but it's true / said, "i'm not like you and i don't want your advice / or your praise or to move in the ways you do and i never will" / 'cause all you people are vampires / and all your stories are stale / and though you pretend to stand by us / i know you're certain we'll fail 』

03. celebrity skin | hole

『 when i wake up in my makeup / have you ever felt so used up as this? / it's all so sugarless, hooker, waitress / model, actress, oh, just go nameless / honeysuckle, she's full of poison / she obliterated everything she kissed / now she's fading somewhere in hollywood / i'm glad i came here with your pound of flesh 』

04. evil twin | arctic monkeys

『 it's more a hunger than a thirst / she'll break your heart the second time / before you know about the first / looks well equipped to leave you in the lurch / but you'd let her do her worst / and it's not hard to tell / it's obvious the other angels' faces fell / when she told him that she had to go / swapped her wings and overcoat for something colorful 』

05. ignorance | paramore

『 if i'm a bad person, you don't like me / well, i guess i'll make my own way / it's a circle, a mean cycle / i can't excite you anymore / where's your gavel? your jury? / what's my offense this time? / you're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me / oh, sentence me to another life / don't wanna hear your sad songs, i don't wanna feel your pain / when you swear it's all my fault 'cause you know we're not the same 』

06. escapism. | raye ft. 070 shake

『 last night really was the cherry on the cake / been some dark days lately and i'm findin' it cripplin' / excuse my state, i'm as high as your hopes / that you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and sizzlin' / if i take a step back to see the glass half-full / at least it's the prada two-piece that i'm trippin' in / and i'm already actin' like a dick, know what i mean? / so you might as well stick it in 』

07. still take you home | arctic monkeys

『 well, it's ever so funny / 'cause i don't think you're special, i don't think you're cool / you're just probably alright / but under these lights you look beautiful / and i'm struggling, i can't see through your fake tan / yeah, and you know it for a fact that everybody's eating out of your hands / but what do you know? / oh, you know nothing / yeah, but i'll still take you home 』

08. the doll people | sofia isella

『 the doll people are not men / they are made of ass and glass / our skin is clay and painted blue / our head can detach / we are statues with a pulse / we are art you can fuck / the doll people are quiet / what is there to say? / art does not interpret itself / there are men with a day to save / we are paintings with legs / we are art you can fuck 』

09. supervixen | garbage

『 a hit is hard to resist, and i never miss / i can take you out with just a flick of my wrist / make a whole new religion / a fallin' star that you cannot live without / and i'll feed your obsessions / there is nothin' but this thing that you'll never doubt / this thing you'll never doubt 』

10. popular | the weeknd & madonna ft. playboi carti

『 beggin' on her knees to be popular / that's her dream, to be popular / kill anyone to be popular / sell her soul to be popular / just to be popular / everybody scream 'cause she popular / she mainstream 'cause she popular / never be free 'cause she popular 』

11. teddy picker | arctic monkeys

『 and it's the thousandth time that it's even bolder / don't be surprised when you get bent over / they told you, but you were dying for it / she saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn't what it seemed / the kids all dream of making it, whatever that means 』

12. she’s my collar | gorillaz ft. kali uchis

『 she's the serpentine, she's my collar / i send a message, never call her / and now i wanna taste another / and it's safe in a persona, she's my collar / nothing to be justified in / she the first i'm running with / she the one that get my collar / she the one i'm running with 』

13. petals | hole

『 they will make you so / so cynical / the fire burns the flesh / destroys the best that made our souls / she's the grace of this world / she's too pure / for the likes of this world / this world is a whore / tear the petals off of you / and make you tell the truth 』

14. reptilia | the strokes

『 now every time that i look at myself / i thought i told you, this world is not for you / the room is on fire and she's fixing her hair / you sound so angry, just calm down, you found me / i said please don't slow me down if i'm going too fast / you're in a strange part of our town 』

15. the summoning | sleep token

『 oh, and my love / did i mistake you for a sign from god / or are you really here to cast me off? / or maybe just to turn me on / 'cause these days / i would be lying if i told you that / i didn't wish that i could be your man / or maybe make a good girl bad 』

16. guns + ammunition | july talk

『 guns and ammunition / make bullets out of you / you speak dynamic diction / and i see right through that too / when i think about you / my whole world falls through 』

17. false alarm | the weeknd

『 bathroom stalls for the powder nose (she loves) / high heel shoes with the open toes (she loves) / she's got a good time wrapped in gold / for you, for you / all red dress with the devil eyes (she loves) / so obsessed with the camera lights (she loves) / you love her, but you can't deny / the truth, the truth 』

18. image | magdalena bay

『 what's the best you've got? / i forgot all my common sense / i need all the common sense / time to start the clock, from the top / i need confidence / confidence in medicine / but oh, my god / twenty-two more minutes / oh, so hot / meet your brand new image 』

19. when the night is over | lord huron

『 now the trail has gone cold / i don't know where else to go / and my time, i fear, is nearly over / when the ocean drinks the sky / and the city winks its eye / when the night is done, you'll vanish in the sun / will i hold you when the night is over? 』

20. self explained | cherry glazerr

『 i started reeking of the people i was with / i have no secret, i was freaking out a bit / i took a chopper 'cause i grew up with a lot of changes / i am alone a lot, i see this as my weakness / i am embarrassed of my solo, i don't know why / i don't want people to know how much time i spend alone / time i spend alone, time i spend alone, time i spend alone / when i take you on, i try / when i take you on, i try 』

21. bad guy | billie eilish

『 i'm only good at bein' bad, bad / i like when you get mad / i guess i'm pretty glad that you're alone / you said she's scared of me? / i mean, i don't see what she sees / but maybe it's 'cause i'm wearing your cologne 』

22. cinnamon girl | lana del rey

『 there's things i wanna say to you / but i'll just let you live / like if you hold me without hurting me / you'll be the first who ever did / there's things i wanna talk about / but better not to give / but if you hold me without hurting me / you'll be the first who ever did 』

23. fake happy | paramore

『 oh, please, don't ask me how i've been / don't make me play pretend, oh, no / oh, what's the use? / oh, please, i bet everybody here is fake happy too / and if i go out tonight, dress up my fears / you think i look alright with these mascara tears? / see, i'm gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth / and if the lights are low, they'll never see me frown 』

24. distressor | cherry glazerr

『 dip it in my makeup / take a place away from the main stage / better than a traitor / push up on the fader / i just wanna drown in my own noise / i just wanna drown in my own noise / beneath time, the only faces i can see / are the faces i pushed away from me / so i can just be 』

25. billions | caroline polachek

『 psycho, priceless / good in a crisis / working the angles / oh, billions / sexting sonnets / under the tables / tangled in cables / oh, billions / salty (ah), flavor (ah) / lies like a sailor / but he loves like a painter 』

26. dance little liar | arctic monkeys

『 i heard the truth was built to bend / a mechanism to suspend the guilt / is what you will require but still / you've got to dance little liar 』

27. i might say something stupid | charli xcx

『 i might say something stupid / talk to myself in the mirror / wear these clothes as disguise / just to re-enter the party / door is open, let in, but still outside / i look perfect for the background / i get nervous, sip the wine / i go so cold, i go so cold / 'cause i don't know if i belong here anymore 』

28. don't forget whose legs you're on | arctic monkeys

『 oh i had questions for the tap dancer / sat on my lap / and she had child proof caps on her answers / stone blower blow me a stone / and show me that handsome enchancer / she had a rock on her throttle / and a brown glass bottle full of / shavings from the sun / although those shoes affect your step / don't forget whose legs you're on 』

29. talk talk | charli xcx

『 are you thinking 'bout me? / i'm kind of thinking you are / i followed you to the bathroom / but then i felt crazy / i'm feeling like i'm on fire / 'cause we've been keeping this a secret / and all your friends are still there / and i'm just wondering what they know 』

30. just | radiohead

『 can't get the stink off / he's been hanging 'round for days comes like a comet / suckered you, but not your friends / one day he'll get to you / and teach you how to be a holy cow / you do it to yourself, you do / and that's what really hurts / is that you do it to yourself, just you / you and no one else 』

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[boydepartment]

boyfriend- jay park x reader oneshot

a/n: i honestly just wrote this on a whim 🫠🫠

warnings- jealous jay, he’s kinda an ass but not rlly??? just like an annoyance, other than that there’s no other warnings, IG HES A LITTLE NONCOMMITTAL TOO⁉️

MASTERLIST

wc- maybe like 500 or 700 idk

song- boyfriend by ariana grande and social house

you don’t know when this started with jay…

you didn’t really want that question answered either, for a few months now he’d bump into you at work, compliment you, then just leave you hanging.

it was severely messing with you head, i mean… you knew you were just staff, you weren’t an idol, and you truly didn’t see yourself as anything special. it was practically torture that he was messing with you. it was unfair and it made your career harder.

but lord

when the park jongseong would compliment you and smile at you, it made you week in the knees. the way his hair would fall in front of his face as he would smirk down at you drove you mad.

or when he wore his glasses to work and you’d catch him looking at you.

or… when he’d kiss you and act like it was nothing.

in reality he wasn’t intentionally messing with you(you’d hope), you were just a hopeless romantic and any kind of attention from him made your heart spin.

what really messed with you, was when he’d get irritated when your coworkers would talk with you.

“hey, y/n!” you looked up and saw one of their managers walk up to you, you remember everyone calling him lee.

“hi what’s up?” you asked, organizing the now cleaned makeup brushes.

lee leaned against the wall near you, “do you think you can incorporate green into the next makeup looks?”

your brows furrowed, “green? we’ve never used green?”

lee sighed and chuckled lightly, “riki accidentally smacked his face on the floor this morning and the side of his face is-“

“red. color theory. got it.” you smiled at him, lee nodded before walking off. when you turned around you ran right into jay.

“was he hitting on you?”

once again confusion overtook your features, “what? no? he’s my coworker.”

jay’s brow rose, “okay and? i am too.” you pushed past him and went to the bag of makeup supplies

“he was telling me to incorporate green into the next makeup look because-“

“yeah- because color theory i heard you.” jay sat down on the counter next to the clean brushes.

you turned around from the bag of makeup and looked at him, “did you hit your face on the floor too? is that why you’re irritated?”

“no but maybe i should so you’d give me more attention.” jay leaned back. you rolled your eyes.

“last time i checked, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.” you dug through the bag so you could find the green equalizer.

you heard jay scoff and it made your ears perk up, “does that matter y/n?”

“okay and now i can’t talk to my coworkers?” you grabbed the makeup and headed back to pick up your brushes. jay noticed this and knocked the brushes over on the floor.

“what the hell!? i’m going to have to clean those-“

your voice was cut off when he got off the counter and pulled you closer to him.

“m’sorry for starting an argument.”

your eyes narrowed at him, this was another thing jay would do. he’d start random arguments to get your attention and then whatever mess he made, he’d clean it up. you patted his chest and the grip he had on your waist tightened.

“i’ll clean them for you.” jay said before you could speak. you sighed and went to walk to your bag to get the backup set. before you could pull away he yanked you back into him.

“i haven’t complimented you yet today.” he frowned, you looked up at him. he wasn’t usually this touchy or clingy in this much of a public area. once again- messing with your head. you wanted to fawn over him but the setting was wrong. you were at work, your livelihood. you can fawn over him later.

“okay and? you’re not my boyfriend you don’t have to compliment me.”

“that doesn’t matter.” he played with the hem of your shirt, not looking at your eyes.

your jaw dropped slightly, “what is up with you today? you know you have a performance in like an hour, i have to do my job and get to riki. his face is all bruised…”

jay looked up at you, putting his hands up and backing away slowly, “fine. just stop fawning over lee.”

“what are you jealous?” you rolled your eyes and looked away, not expecting the answer you were about to get.

“yeah.”

this made you stop talking immediately, “why? again, you aren’t my boy-“

to shut you up he kissed you. this definitely was not like your kisses before, during a couple of the company dinners or after-parties he’d sneak you both away to ignore all outside responsibility.

you were taken aback and your hand fell on his collared shirt. he was driving you insane, especially since his cologne was the only thing you could smell.

when he pulled away from you, keeping his grip tight on your waist he finally spoke, “i don’t want anyone else to have you? got it?”

[joyswonderland1108]

Letter

I hesitated to write this post, i did say in another post that i decided to post it later (wow that’s a lot of “post” in the same sentence lol) so i can say that this has been sitting in my drafts since hours ago but i guess i’ll just post it anyways. As you can guess it’s about “Letter” 

So as you may know, Jimin brought us a surprise which is a hidden track called “Letter” with JK doing background vocals (The Jikook subunit we never knew we’d get, well close enough i still see it as a subunit i don’t care sue me), thing is, i’ve seen some “theories” going around it about how “It’s a letter to us 🥺” or “It’s a Jikook song” and well.. I don’t agree with either one of those, why? i’ll tell you

Yes despite being a Jikooker i’m not a crazy cultist to come up with theories where i just stop seeing Jimin and JK as two individuals, we don’t do that in this house. So reason why i disagree is because this album is supposed to about Jimin all about himself, about facing himself, about growing out of a toxic past, leaving it behind and taking new fresh steps full of acceptance of who he truly is, he said it himself he didn’t want to have any collab because it wouldn’t make sense for someone else to sing about what HE feels.

Now “Letter” is supposed to come after “Like Crazy” English Version, well not really after it but it’s part of it, and i know that not everyone is smart enough to understand the message, many ignored the purpose of the album completely and the clear messages written ON THE ALBUM to interpret it but let me just rewrite it (i know damn well the homophobes will turn a blind eye to this) On Jimin’s album this is what’s written

Key sentence : The reflection of myself in an unfamiliar appearance. Despite people freaking out about “OMG i thought they were going to kiss” “It’s a break up song and the girl is supposed to be his gf/ex-gf” 

(Okay i know i’m now talking about Like Crazy while the initial post said i was going to talk about Letter but trust the process)

While Jimin did say that Like Crazy was based on the movie, it also wasn’t LITERALLY based on it, there’s this general idea, a story each can relate to it their own way and that’s what Jimin did, In an interview this was his reply

Key word : Ambiguous. 

Jimin isn’t making an OST for the movie so why would anyone think he’s taking the literal story for his song? Going back to what he said about his reflection and the girl that made people go crazy without doing the minimum effort to understand, she basically represents Jimin himself, they walk towards each other but never collide because they are reflections

And to give you more insight about this, this is basically coming from “The Four Carl Jung Archetypes”. Carl Jung identified four main archetypes: the persona, the shadow, the anima or animus and the self. These are a result of collective, shared ancestral memories that may persist in art, literature and religion but aren’t obvious to the eye. These recurring themes help us understand the Jungian archetypes.These Jungian archetypes represent a journey from an unconscious state to individuation: a merging of the conscious and the unconscious.

What people also failed to notice is the very clear queer-code in the MV, from the colors, little details, clothings, etc.. As someone said on Twitter “This feels exactly like how my gay ass feels when i’m in a bar surrounded by straight people”. The outfit : 

Which has Robet Michael Mapplethorpe in it

Now this one is my very own interpretation so take it with a grain of salt but this 

Personally to me, him sitting between a woman and a man kissing says a lot to me. It’s the fact that he’s in the middle.. I’m not going to further explain those who get it get it, those who don’t don’t.  But that’s my own personal interpretation i’m just slipping it in here.

Now that this is out of the way let’s go back to “Letter” this whole talk about “Like Crazy” is mainly because to me Letter is related to it since very obviously both tracks are one technically speaking. So while people think it’s a letter to Army but i’m over here like “If it’s a letter to Army, why is it hidden? Why would they make it so that it’s only accessible to people who have the physical album? I thought the purpose of an Army dedicated song was for it to be OFFICIALLY out for all Army to listen to” because yes despite that being uploaded online by other Army but if we all decided to be petty and selfish af, this won’t see the light of the day on the internet and that defies the whole purpose of a song for Army.

As i said above this album is about himself, he’s talking about his own struggles so saying that this is an Army song as if Army are a struggle too is a bit.. And that also on his very first solo album where he’s supposed to focus on sharing a message about himself. When Hobi decided to dedicate a song to Army he didn’t put it in JITB it was a separate single, Joon didn’t have no Army dedicated song in Indigo either because again their solo Albums are about themselves, it’s a journey to share with us their individuality and their own colors. Jin didn’t have much of a choice he had to leave for MS there wasn’t enough time for an album or maybe he himself didn’t really feel the need to make an album and his main focus was to make a song for Army which he did and gifted us Astronaut. (GOD I MISS JIN)

The lyrics too, i as Army and as Jimin’s FAN, it didn’t feel directed to me. “Now I'll be the one to hold you, When you want to cry, So you won't trip and fall” or even “Because we don't know what days await us, Though it's scary, though we're afraid, Never forget that we're together” those feel like something related to himself as well, let’s also not forget that technically speaking it’s related to “Like Crazy” too which i explained above, why would anything Army related be scary? Why would we be afraid? What is there to be afraid of? Also how will Jimin hold us when we want to cry? 

I also said that i disagree on the fact that it’s a “Jikook song” i don’t know how to explain precisely but some people seem to interpret it as THEIR song whereas even if Jimin is actually singing about his relationship with JK it’s still about his OWN feelings, his OWN promises, his OWN confession, despite JK doing the background vocals in which they harmonized so very beautifully kudos to them, i still think it’s all about Jimin, yes there might’ve been a reason why he chose JK himself for that or maybe they chose that together because really it could’ve been anyone and JK could’ve done the background vocal to any other song in the album yet it was on this one. He really did a lot of effort to open up to us so i really hope people see it as his pov on everything. 

I made a post relating the song to There for You from GCFT and yes quite honestly to me it feels like a response to “I’ll be there for you but you gotta be there for me too” and yet again it still goes back to the same thing, it is Jimin’s OWN reply. I also noticed how Army songs didn’t have other members in them (well i mean Army songs in this solo era) so again why would this be an Army song if JK was in it? I don’t even know if all of this makes a lot of sense, can’t say i’m the best with words but i tried to convey how i see it. 

Oh and let us be reminded that this was his reaction to knowing we found out about and and so cheesily saying that he won't tell us about it for now lol

Boy what are you all giggly and shy for?

🧐

(Tagging this under Jikook because i don’t trust the rest of the fandom that much)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 29 - SOULMATES

Star-joined Lovers by Ellster

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,206 Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Decades apart two boys are born with identical stars on their chests. As they find each other, their marks come into color.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is absolutely beautiful. The way they eventually find each other feels so cathartic after we get a look into each of their lives, the loneliness and pain. And the ending is so sweet, it makes me smile every time I read it. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

Keep You Next To Me by Coffee_and_notebooks

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,121 Tags: No Powers AU, Marriage Proposal, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary: Steve ruins Tony's proposal plans by being his amazing self, leaving Tony absolutely winging it. But it's okay, because Steve is incapable of saying no to Tony Stark (in a good way). Aka: I take an angsty prompt and make it fluffy because I can't write angst to save my life.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, this is so cute! I love spontaneous proposals, and this one is like a shot of pure serotonin. Steve and Tony are so in love, and it's clear as day that they belong together, always. I really hope you give this one a read, because it's amazing.

Life's Biggest Curiosities Lead to Greater Mysteries by semioticdaydream

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,903 Tags: Getting Together, Avengers Tower, First Kiss

Summary: Steve is enraptured by the enigma of finding his soulmate and awakening a soulbond. But soon, he finds he's a bit more mesmerized by something else.

Reasons why I love it: I love all of the different theories that Steve and Tony have about how a soulbond can be awakened. And when it finally happens, it's in the best way possible. I adore this one, and I bet you will too!

the street finds its own uses by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,746 Tags: Cyberpunk AU, Rescue Missions, Criminal Avengers

Summary: When Tony's syncmate implant (and no, Rhodey, it's not a soulmate implant, no matter what pop culture calls it) starts emitting signals five years after it was implanted, Tony thinks he can ignore it. He's wrong.

Reasons why I love it: The worldbuilding in this fic makes me want to read a whole ass novel series about this exact thing. It's super intriguing, especially told through Holly's fantastic prose. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Starting Over by DobbyRocksSocks

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,885 Tags: Mind Sharing, Post-CA:CW, Breaking Up and Making Up

Summary: Tony and Steve are soulmates… terrible things still happen, because they’re idiots.

Reasons why I love it: I really love the concept of a mind room that both soulmates can access, there's so much potential for angst! And indeed, the angst in this fic is absolutely delicious. I love it, and I definitely think you should experience it for yourself!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

GUYS I'VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT-

So. Awhile ago, I saw this post, right? Basically it just said that Sera and Sir Pentious' cards have very similar compositions, and that Seraphim, which is what Sera is, are often associated with serpents. Interesting, but could still be a coincidence, right?

So anyways I checked the reblogs and saw somebody say they should kiss. And now I'm insane.

Because like... the only thing we know really about Sir Pentious' potential story arc in the show is that he's gonna have a crush on one of the other characters. And the only thing confirmed about his sexuality(to my knowledge) is that he is attracted to women. We don't really have any way to know who his crush is, because there are a lot of women in Hazbin Hotel, but could still be noteworthy, right? And like... okay this is gonna sound like the most "trust me, bro" evidence I could possibly pull out of my ass at first but I just need you to hear me out here, okay? Sera's crown and Sir Pentious' hat have a lot of visual similarities. Here's a helpful diagram :)

Which like. Okay. Could literally be nothing, right? Except for two small things that I can't let go of: One, Sir Pentious' goggles + the v-shaped brim on his hat were added to his design AFTER he was given a more prominent role in the show-

(Pilot design, back when he was meant to be a one-off villain of the week vs current design as a member of the main cast)

And two, the Hellaverse shows kind of have a tendancy to use visuals in order to signify characters' relationships to eachother. It's also just a pretty popular form of symbolism as a whole tbh, but the Hellaverse has a lot of really good examples. Like, for instance, how Vaggie's new outfit is a lot closer to Charlie's color pallette than any of her previous designs, or this really good breakdown by @/raeynbowboi about the symbolism of hearts in Hazbin Hotel and how they pertain to Angel Dust/his relationships! It's from awhile ago so some of the info is a tad outdated, but overall I do think the analysis holds up. Meanwhile, in Helluva Boss, Moxxie and Millie have basically the same color pallette and they were the most functional relationship in the entire show before before Fizzmodeus came along. Which, speaking of those two...

See, I made this diagram because, after I pointed out the similarities between Sera and Sir Pentious' headgear to my dad and asked him if those kinds of similarities were a valid form of analysis(because I am but a humble highschooler that doesn't know everything about media analysis, and also I felt like I was losing my mind-), my dad said that I should look at the creator's(Vivziepop's) other works to see if couples having similar motifs was a recurring theme. So obviously, I picked my favorite couple in either show and disected their designs for every little detail that could maybe possibly be an intentional parallel. And while some of it is kind of iffy, like Fizz's limbs being the same kind of blue as Ozzie's tufts could just be a way to show that Ozzie made them, or both of them having uh, two things sticking off of their head(that one's definitely a reach-), I think stuff like both of them having hearts as a recurring detail in their designs or having lITERALLY THE SAME EYE COLOR??? Are pretty good evidence that Viv/the Hellaverse design team tend to use visuals to signify characters relationships.

ALSO!!!! If the Fallen Angel Vaggie theory ends up being true, there could be some interesting parallels to draw between Chaggie and Sera/Sir Pentious! Something about like... demon royalty/random angel vs angel royalty/random demon. Could be used to draw parallels between how the two societies treat that kind of thing idk.

So, now that all the meta evidence is out of the way, we can get down to what really matters: would these two work as a couple? Do their personalities mesh well togther? And the answer to that is!

IM SORRY FOR USING THE GIF IT WAS A GOOD JOKE IN MY HEAD BUT TYPING THIS OUT IDK IF IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY-

But in all seriousness, I don't actually know. We just... haven't seen enough of Sera to know for sure. In fact, this whole theory is based off of small details that definitely add up to SOMETHING, but could very well be pieces to some very different puzzles that I'm trying to shove together because somebody jokingly suggested that they would fit. Like, the parallels really COULD mean something, and it COULD have something to do with Sir Pentious having a crush on another character, but like. There could also be a million other answers to both of those questions, y'know? I also have a tendancy to make wild conspiracy theories about genuinely inconsequential details... I almost never talk about them publically, but still. Though I will say, based off of Sera's description in the leaks, I could definitely see a world where she bounces off of Sir Pentious pretty well. Her description in the leaks very much gave me uh... Isabela cover of Surface Pressure vibes, y'know? Shit that is- that is a weird way to describe that but most people on here have seen Encanto right? Y'all get it? And Sir Pentious is both a Victorian Gentleman Type and completely unhinged. Like... idk there's something there. I could maybe see it working. But at the end of the day, it's just too early to tell.

That being said I WILL be trying to pump out some fanart of these two before the actual show comes out and crushes my crackshipping dreams. Also their ship name is either SeraPentious or PentSera I can't decide.

Edit: Wait a second... SeraPent. Serpent. PUN!!!!!!!!!! Okay I think I'm going with SeraPent-

[askstevella]

Double the trouble

-> Click here for part 1

The wind was charging across the south side of the safe house. It was cold outside but warmer beside the lights of the fireplace.

They were in Jersey.

Steve had them arrive shortly before the lights on the streets could go red, as he sat down glancing down the window and his shield place right aside the couch. He clinched the window frame, as his thumb played with the curtains grumbling. Beforehand it like he knew Stella would panic and break into her quick paced mood of picking at her skin, so he made them some tea.

She sat down on the couch, sipping the tea watching him and gulped down the drink. She watched his stance not change, as her fingers run across the mug, he added honey to her tea. That was slightly uncommon for him to do unless he was frantically searching for something to smooth his senses.

“Babe.” She said, standing up from the couch placing the mug on the coffee table and walked over to him, “Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?” He asked, looking over at her stepping away from the window with a furrow brow, “Before you ask, yes, I’m fine. Just gotta make sure we weren’t being followed.”

“And if we were?”

“I’ll make sure they know who they are dealing with.”

“Why would this other Steven want with me?”

“First off, he believes I am living in the past and don’t deserve everything I got..That I’m in shackles now being tied down to following orders. I should take what i want. The star on my chest is an illusion and my wife deserves better than me.”

“He definitely believes he’s the better Captain. If he has me, the role as leader for The Avengers and the power to do whatever he wants..”

“Then everything is right in the world. He’s HYDRA honey..or so we think?”

“You think? He’s a clone of you! Unless..he’s from another universe?”

Steve raised an eyebrow at her thought process, knowing his wife was clever and down right smarter than he thought. The infinite earths theory is on the table. But he had to keep her heart calm, her voice relaxed and the mood in the room light, he knew his wife too well to know what she might do next if she knew the truth.

“Before we left i had Stark and Nat look into it. Maybe your right but he looks like me. Acts like me Elle..” He replied, with an honest almost fearful look, “..if he’s actual HYDRA, then he needs to be eliminated.”

“And what are you gonna do? Stay here and keep watch while our friends are searching for him. I understand you want to keep me safe but this isn’t how it should go.” She added, pacing the room with the tiny glare, “..I know your scared of losing me but you won’t.”

“I can’t be sure of that.”

“Yes you can.”

“Your not as strong as you used to be after you stopped practicing magic to go back to a simpler life.”

“So? I know how to use a gun, punch someone in the face and jump on a motorcycle if needed.”

“I’m planning on going back to find him but I need to know you will be okay here by yourself.”

“I will be.”

He nodded and kissed her cheek, returning to the kitchen to make a phone call. Stella was clever to know something was wrong, she knew her husband well enough but he wasn’t this on the nose with everything. He understood he was fearful of the situation but the way he acted like she was going to leave him or run away made her feel horribly bad.

And then she got her answer. His shield was played against the couch, it looked a little worn down and scratched. It wasn’t uncommon for the shield to look that way but the slight increase fade of color on the edges said otherwise. She looked over her shoulder, as she kneeled over to flipping the huge frisbee over to notice a small crushed card stuffed into the side behind the handlebars.

She quickly picked it up, opening it to find the note to be her handwriting. She half smiled, she tended to leave small notes on the inside of his shield telling him to ‘be safe’, ‘pick up the milk’ , ‘kick their ass babe!’ and or something longer than that.

She read the note..

‘Hello my darling, day 259 of this note writing game. Yes i’m keeping count! I want you to know, that I love you dearly but you have to let me go soon. I know you and my brother want to try everything to save time, but my body is slowly fading. I have fought every battle, kissed every star and sang every last lyric in my songbook. Please understand you are my love, my darling thoughts and one of the reasons i smile. You will both see me on the other side, i promise you that! I love you my husband. You will see me again. XOXO, Elle💋 ’

Stella was silent as she finished the note, her hand written letter was sent like a new made goodbye. The crushed car was stamped with her a kiss from what seemed to be ruby red lipstick. She knew it wasn’t her because she never wrote this lovely but sorrow note. But it was her from another universe who sounded pleased that she’s leaving theses note for her husband to remember her by.

She was always a sucker for keeping notes and photos around for the sake of memories to keep in the living spirt of it all.

“What are you doing?”

She turned around to face his blue eyes and blonde matted hair with a stance that looked protective yet purposely serious. She gasped as her thumbs rubbed circles across the paper. He walked over to her, annoyed wanting her to stand and explain herself.

He repeated himself, “What are you doing, Stella?”

“You’re him..” She said, as her voice sounded like a whisper.

“So your smarter than you look, love.”

“You shouldn’t be here..you should be with her.”

“Whatever you saw, it was nothing of your concern.”

“Yes it does!”

“No it does! You may look like her but deep down your not the same women!”

“Doesn’t matter! She is your wife..I’m your wife! She need you right now..”

“You’re alive and she’s not!..i need you alive.”

“She’s not dead yet..what do you want from me?”

“You’re magic. You’re heart..”

“You want my heart to save Estella Strange—”

“Rogers. And yes, it was your brother’s insane idea! We can’t live without you. The Avengers can’t live with you.”

“So you kidnapped me?! Thiego is insane…”

“It was his idea.”

“And my father?”

“He thought it wasn’t right unless we found a version you who would do it.”

“No. I—no I won’t do it. You just have to accept that there is no version of me, who would give up their magic for that!”

“Answer me this then. If it was the other way around, would you search for a way to keep me alive? Or would you let me die?”

“…”

“That’s what i thought.”

He was about to walk away when he heard her speak again.

Stella looked him dead in the eyes, “Not if you said, it’s okay to let you go. Yes, it will hurt having you gone but not when i know we will see each other again one day. And I clearly told you in that note the same exact thing!”

“She’s delusional. She’s under a lot of medication. My Elle would not..” Steve said, with hard piercing glare and sighed, “..you’re brother won’t accept it either and neither will any of them! Taking your heart is the only way to save our own.”

“Your in denial, Steve! You all are.”

“Shut it. You don’t get to lecture me about the situation when you don’t know what it’s like.”

“I take it you’re version of me was each other’s first love or something? I never met my fiancé and you never met Peggy or Sharon..?”

“..Peggy and I were just friends..and Sharon well—no. You never met Sam’s wingman Riley..well you met but never dated.”

“..oh god. Steve, you and I need to talk.”

“No. We don’t.”

“Yes we do. I may not be your Stella..but I do know that we both love a version of you no matter what. I think if you talk about this..maybe you can accept she loved you enough and want you to be happy?”

“Happy? When she’s died?…when she’s died and I’m still alive?!”

“Steve please. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than it must be seeing my face but yes! She wants you to know how much she loves you..sit with me?”

“You sit. One wrong move and I’ll restrain you to the chair. Understood?”

She only nodded, fearing a part of him would do it.

——

They were both in the living room.

Steve was silent, holding the note in his hand and groaned shaking his head. He was standing in front of her. He was never one to handle losing the people he cared about well and seeing this version of his wife sitting next to him struck a nerve.

She just sat there watching him. She looked so vibrant dressed in pinks and whites, her fingers tinkering with the fabric of her sweater. Her hair was longer with lush brown curls. Her makeup was fair and lighter in the rays of light that peaked from the hallway.

He huffed, he knew it was a mistake to see Stella like this and think of knocking her out cold to bring her to Thiego.

~~~

It was a contrast to his Elle. The idea of seeing his own with no make up, a little pale and shorter hair could make a shiver down his spine. Her bright smiles that she had now turned into smaller sweeter ones.

Ones that smiled as if that’s the last time she would smile towards her friends and family.

Before he left to come here, he remembered kissing Elle’s forehead as she was asleep in his favorite dull brown sweater. She was at The Avengers Compound hospital bed and if he’s correct, she might as well could still be asleep.

He remembers the way she would stand from the couch or chair, when he got home from work and rush to him arms. And he would catch her swiftly and kiss her face as she laughed.

He didn’t want to let her go. He couldn’t. He wasn’t sure he was ready to watch her leave him, just yet.

Yes he was going across the 5 stages of grief in his head but can you blame him?!

They have been together since the moment he woke up in early February of 2010 as she was his nurse in New York City. That version of Stella never became a part of The Avengers, but an sweet agent to SHIELD.

She was one of the nurses on the medical team when they met.

And it was history ever seen.

~~~~

He could do it right now, but he knew a part that Elle wouldn’t want him to. Yes, she would have told him to pull the trigger and told him to get the job done years ago but now, she wouldn’t exactly tell him that.

His thoughts were intercepted by Stella’s voice as he glanced up at her. She said something.

“Hm?” He asked, his baby blues meeting her brown eyes.

“Are you here to harm my Steve and make him look bad as Captain America?” She repeated, slightly inching away from him.

“..i might. He doesn’t deserve you. And if he gets in my way, or worse I’ll make sure the Captain look like a fool.”

“Have him arrested?”

“Possibly. I already did some damage when i got here, breaking into SHIELD facility and steal few access codes.”

“Why? To make a point.”

“Yes. The footage already looked like he did it and knowing my counterpart, he is searching for you. He’s trying to prove his innocence to SHIELD and track you down.”

“He will find me.”

“I know he will. And I won’t hesitate to shoot if he does.”

“Where’s my brother? Does he know you’re here?”

“He’s searching across the universe to see if there is another match aside in case you’re heart or magic doesn’t work. Now if you want to help me, you can surely give in.”

She glared as she leaned forward against her knees as she gave him a simple, “No.”

Steve glared as he walked to face her as he leaned forward and grabbed her face with a hand, “You will help me.”

“Accept she’s will be fun and just want to spend her last few months or so with you!”

“You forgot what’s like to be honest about this situation.”

“I learned that you have to remember the good memories, Steven. And not think about the bad!”

“You’re pathetic.”

“You don’t have the heart to hurt me.”

He squeezed her face just ever so slightly, make sure not to leave a mark on her cheeks. He had the shoulder glare deep within his eyes as he let go off her face. She gasped, felt like she was thrusted back onto the couch as she rubbed her cheeks.

She blinked. He was hurt and he needed to understand what matters is that is with her. Yes, it was true Stella wasn’t as strong as she once was with her magic.

But she had a strong element to her talents that could help him remember why he’s here.

Just as she was about to stand up and try something. The door was knocked down as an angry super soldier stood there glaring at his counterpart holding his shoulder.

He was dressed in his suit, with a glare underneath that mask.

“Oh you’re screwed..” Was all Stella said, as her fingers glowed a light organic orange and backed away slowly.

It was as if the room got colder than expected in that moment. 2 Steven Grant Rogers in the same room?! Both looked at her structure and glances at one another dead in the eye, beforehand reaching for their shields and then—Blam! Captain America styled shields were thrown across the ground into the other’s grasp as Steve grabbed the man and pinned him onto the wall.

~

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