#LEMME HEAR MY WIFE SING

[silvergyus]

pink lace

pairing: husband!yeonjun x wife!reader

summary: you surprise your husband with a new set of lingerie

warnings: soft dom!yeonjun, kind of possessive yeonjun (the man is obsessed with his wife), *lots* of dirty talk, breast play, marking (y/n receiving), heavy breeding kink, penetrative sex (y/n receiving), two spanks (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ my pretty girl/ good girl/ my pretty wife/ my love" for reader, use of "baby/ jjunie" for yj

word count: 1,900+

author's note: requested by @miupow as part of my valentine’s event 🏹💘tysm for requesting!!

original request here

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

You can already hear Yeonjun's voice, his sing-song greeting beginning before he's even locked the door. Normally, you would rush into his arms and litter his face with kisses after the torture of being apart but today you willed yourself to stay put. It was a surprise after all.

“Baby?” he asks from the door, footsteps curiously making their way towards where you sat on the couch.

He finds you waiting for him. Pretty lace in pink and red crisscrossing over your body, hugging your curves and pushing your breasts high and together, on full display for your husband. You wear his shirt, buttons open, low across your arms, the white cotton in stark contrast to the girlish lingerie underneath.

"Welcome home baby," you say, voice dripping with honey.

"What's this?" Yeonjun asks, fingers reaching to trace over the ruffled hem of your bra. "All dressed up for me."

"Wanted to surprise you," you reply. "You've been working so hard."

He hums, admiring you as you speak. He sits beside you, hands ghosting over the fabric, sending jolts of electricity down your spine every time his skin grazes yours. "Look so good for me baby." His had cups your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is heavy, his plush lips soft against yours, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips before you part to let him taste you. You're soft and pliant before him. Your needy whimpers escaping when he bites down gently on your bottom lip. He pulls you onto his lap. Soft sighs fall from both of you when you settle onto him, the bulge in his pants a welcome pressure to your aching core.

His hands find your waist, holding you before exploring the curve of your hips and ass. "This is a very pretty outfit you bought for me." He says, attaching his lips to the sweet spot on your throat.

"Wanna take it off?" You ask, preening under his attention.

"No, no. Look too pretty to take it off." He moves to kiss you again, tongue exploring your mouth as he squeezes your ass roughly.

His hand brushes up your body to grope your breasts through the gauzy fabric. "Lemme see these pretty tits." He tugs down the pink and red cups that hold you, letting your breasts fall free. The garment still holds them somewhat in place, but the mounds of your flesh spill out over the top. He covers them in kisses, sucking and biting till dark marks bloom. His tongue finds your nipple, lavishing over it with broad strokes before his perfect, full lips cover the bud.

You throw your head back as pleasure washes over you. His attention to your chest makes you grow wet, your eager hips rutting against his lap. The thin material of your panties soaking through with your arousal.

"Yes baby," Yeonjun pulls off with a pop. "Just like that. My pretty girl, so needy for me." His hands find your hips, pulling you forward to set a pace for your movements. "Like that. Make yourself feel good." He returns his attention to your chest, sucking and biting once again.

"Mmmf, Jjunie!" You cry, your hands flying to his hair. The pressure mounting in your core as the lacy material of your panties provides a delicious friction against your soaked cunt.

"Good girl, ruin those pretty panties for me." He lands a sharp smack to your ass and you cry out again. You slump forward, head resting on your husband's chest as your desperate hips rut pathetically against his lap.

He spanks you again and it's enough to send you over the edge. Your cries are muffled against him as you ride him through your orgasm. He rubs circles over your stinging cheeks, soothing the pain as you come down from your high.

You sigh softly and sit up. Yeonjun kisses you sweetly. "That's a good girl. Let's see how ruined these panties are, hmm?" He remains sitting as you stand, your legs wobbly, needing Yeonjun's shoulder to steady yourself.

He traces the ruffled hem of your panties, goosebumps springing up where he touches you. You whine and shiver away. He tsks and you behave, spreading your legs slightly to give him access to where he wants next. Never dipping inside the fabric, he instead traces across the red lace hearts overlayed on the pink mesh, heading straight for where the fabric is stained with your arousal.

"Looks like this sweet pussy made quite the mess." You can't hold back the whimper that escapes when he rubs the pad of his forefinger across your entrance and up to your clit. Yeonjun's voice is teasing as he asks- "does my pretty wife need me to breed her? Is that why she bought me this pretty lingerie?"

You nod, head spinning as Yeonjun's finger draws feather-light circles around your sensitive clit over the damp fabric.

"Poor thing, always so needy." He kisses your tummy as he speaks. "How can I refuse my pretty wife?" He stands up, loosening his tie. He makes quick work of his shirt and tie, depositing them on the floor. His hand finds your heat again, cupping it as he says- “it's my job to breed this pussy full whenever my pretty wife asks.”

You whine, hips bucking instinctively against his hand, causing him to smile slyly.

“Use your words baby. Tell me you need it.”

You moan; his words and touch filling your head, clouding out everything that isn't him.

"Need you, need you to cum in me," you're sure you sound desperate, begging the way you are. "Breed me so full. Please Jjunie.”

He smiles, his eyes dark with want. He leans in to kiss you hungrily.

----

He sets you on the edge of the bed. “I've got such a needy wife." He strokes his cock as he takes you in. You're splayed out for him, open and wanting. Dressed up for him in pretty pink lace like a present, his to open, his to own.

His cock is red and heavy in his hand, beads of silver precum gathering at the tip. You need him, need him inside, filling you up, making you clench around him. You can barely stand it, need burning you from the inside out.

He slaps his cock against your clit, earning a loud moan from you. Your voice is desperate when you speak again. “Got all dressed up for you. Please, please fuck me baby.”

Yeonjun groans at your words before pulling the ruined fabric of your panties to the side and stuffing his cock inside you. You cry out at the abrupt intrusion before quickly adjusting to his size. He pulls one of your legs up to his chest, hooking your ankle over his shoulder to grant him deeper access to your aching pussy.

You're so full it makes your head spin. With your leg up Yeonjun hits so deep inside of you. His hips set a pace of deep, long strokes that cause you to babble nonsense. “Need you, right there, please-”

He huffs, pumping into you more quickly now. “My pretty wife, pretty tits bouncing over her pretty bra. You look so good like this baby, taking my cock so well. Your pretty new clothes are all messed up for me.”

All you can do is agree, head full of nothing but Yeonjun and his cock, how it stretches you out, how it fills you so full, how it hits that place inside of you that makes you see stars. “Made for you Jjunie, made to take your cock.”

“Made to take my cum?” He teases, reaching down to thumb harshly at your clit through the ruined mesh.

You cry out at his touch. “Yes! Made to take your cum! Gimme your cum baby, please.”

“Play with those tits for me, baby. Wanna see you touch yourself.”

Your hands are clumsy as they find your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipples the way your husband does. “Get them wet for me, you like when they're wet.” He commands. You groan, slipping your fingers into your mouth before teasing your buds again. The heat of your spit quickly turning cool in the air, causing you to whine.

“Just like that, baby. Keep touching yourself and I'm gonna cum.”

You pull roughly at your chest, squeezing your other breast in tandem. “Please, please give me your cum. Need it so bad.”

“Oh, baby,” Yeonjun's breaths are heavy and a sheen of sweat coats his forehead. “Keep clenching like that. This sweet pussy feels so good."

“Please, please give me your cum.” You arch your back, head thrown back against the sheets.

“Tell me you want it.”

“Want it! Need it baby, I need your cum, need you to breed me.” You sob, the knot in your stomach wound so tight you can't believe you haven't fallen off the edge yet. “Please, I need it so bad. Fill me up please.”

Yeonjun finds your clit through your panties again, pressing down on it as he thrusts hard. You scream out, mind going blank as you cum a second time. Your hips stutter against his, your walls clenching down around him. Yeonjun's hips falter as he cums with you, his cock painting your walls with his thick seed.

He slumps forward, his hips still stuttering as you milk his cock. You hold him in your arms, willing your bodies to meld into one. Your kisses are sloppy as you both come stumbling down from your highs. His cock stays buried in your soaked cunt, cum dribbling out.

You whine at the sensation, petting Yeonjun's hair as you float in the afterglow. He kisses your jaw, knowing what you need.

He pulls out of you, his cock softening while his fingers collect the creamy mess on your pussy and thighs and stuff it all inside. You moan, finally full and satisfied. He hums, admiring his work.

“Let's get you cleaned up my love.”

“Wanna rest here some more.” You pout, arms reaching towards him. He smiles down at you before laying beside you again, snuggling into your embrace. "You've been so busy, wanna just be with you." Your voice is soft as you trace lines across his back and shoulders.

"I'm sorry baby," his voice is soft and sincere as he replies. He places a soft kiss at the base of your jaw, punctuating his sentiment. "I'll try and make it back home earlier. Wanna be with you as much as I can."

You hum, happy with his promise. His hands caress over your body as you hold him. He presses another kiss to your lips before propping himself up on his elbow.

“This was a very good surprise baby. You look very pretty in this set.”

You smile and whisper a quiet “thank you."

“Maybe you can tell me where you got this one?” His voice is playful. He nuzzles your cheek, his silly side showing now that you've been serious. “I could buy you another one? As a surprise for you next time.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. A goofy smile spreads across his face and you can't help but giggle. “Hmm,” you pretend to think. “Or maybe you could buy me a different kind of surprise.”

He kisses you again sweetly. "Anything for you my love."

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

taglist: @theresawtf, @dearlyjun, @https-yeonjun

[lilacevans]

'*•.¸♡ 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 ♡¸.•*'

'•.¸♡ ˏˋ°•⁀➷ ari levinson x (non-descriptive) female!reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings: daddy kink, oral (male receiving), praise kink, spitting

: ̗̀➛ word count: 1,031 (was supposed to be a liccle blurb but oh well)

: ̗̀➛ notes: this is word vomit. tbh, not even i know what this actually is. go with the flow my dudes. also be nice. i haven't written smut properly in a while. i'll come for yer kneecaps.

ari coming home after a long, gruelling work trip; one he didn't want to go on; especially without you. usually, he would take you along with him; however, this time he couldn't. all week you had been receiving text after text of him complaining about his day, him telling you how much he missed you, how he just wanted to be home with you.

finally,

''daddy's home,'' ari sang, voice deep and laced with a mix of relief and exhaustion as cracked the door open and he stepped over the threshold, dropping his bag to the floor and shrugging the heavy coat off his shoulders and leaving them on the floor.

''daddy's home,'' ari sang, voice deep and laced with a mix of relief and exhaustion as cracked the door open and he stepped over the threshold, dropping his bag to the floor and shrugging the heavy coat off his shoulders and leaving them on the floor.

you perked up, melting down, your head leaning on your arm, heart eyes peered up at his figure slowly coming towards you, a tired smile on his lips.

“hi, daddy,'' you sing sweetly back at him, leaning up to meet his lips.

“hi, baby,'' he whispers back to you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before making his way to his chair, dropping down with a heavy sigh and leaning down to untie the laces of his boots.

“no, no,'' you protest, slipping off the couch and sinking to the floor, discarding your glass on the coffee table before crawling over to him. ''come here, daddy. lemme help.”

you get to taking his boots off slowly, slipping them off over his overworked feet, dropping the heavy boots to the side of you before turning your attention to rubbing his thighs, massaging out the tension and peering up into his ocean eyes, while he praises you, “such a good girl. you take good care of your daddy, don't you, baby? best little wife in the world.''

“i didn't know if you ate before you came home or not,'' you say, lifting up onto your knees and working your hands up his torso, ''order food or shall i cook for you, daddy?”

“order in, baby, let’s have an easy night,” ari replies, hand cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking over your cheek.

you nod, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, his biceps as you capture him in a languid kiss, his hand moving to your hair, another heavy on the back of your neck. your fingers find their way to his belt, but as you about to pull the leather through the buckle, he pulls back; a whine slipping out of your throat.

“baby, it’s been a long day. i need a shower,” ari chuckles lowly.

“i don’t care,” you whisper back at him, pressing a last delicate kiss to his lips before getting back to work unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans.

he raises enough for you to slip his jeans to his thighs. your fingers trace over the prominent bulge hidden by his briefs. you mouthed over the the fabric, finding the tip and concentrating there. your gleeful eyes lightening up as your husband finally relaxes into his chair, shoulders dropping with a quiet moan.

''that's my girl,'' ari praises as you pull down the waistband of his underwear, letting his cock spring free. ''come on, honey, less looking. get you mouth on it,'' he prompts, grasping a gentle handful of your hair and guiding you back down.

you blow him slowly, licking base to tip, peppering kisses and kitten licks along the length, hand reaching down to cup his balls, softly massaging them in the palm of your hand. the sounds of his moans, deep in his chest spurring you on. you could hear him slowly losing his mind as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock before finally working your mouth down on his length.

''so good to me, my sweet, little wife,'' he starts to babble, his tired, gravelly voice mixed with his low moans made your thighs clench and your core ache. ''such an angel. letting me put my dirty cock in that sweet little mouth. do anything for your hardworking, daddy, huh?'' you nod with hollowed out cheeks, his grip on your hair softly guiding you up and down on his cock.

you notice ari's eyes drift to his glass of whisky, his hand stayed tangled in your hair as he reached over for the glass with his other hand, taking a long sip as you continued to work yourself on his cock.

''come here, baby,'' he says, tugging you off his cock and guiding your head back by your hair. ''let's share a drink.''

ari leaned down and gripped your cheeks, forcing your lips to part before he spat a steady stream of whisky straight into your mouth. heat bloomed through your thighs and your core ached as the bitter alcohol sliped down throat; the easiest whisky has ever gone down. eyes wide, you let out a needy whine.

“oh, you want more?” ari teased with a laugh.

you give a little nod and part your lips for him to repeat the action. you drink it down while he finished the contents of the glass and placed it back down. with a dirty smirk, he tiled your head back again with, fingers wrapped around your chin, fingers pushing into your cheek. you let your mouth fall open, gasping as he spat into your mouth and pulled you in for filthy kiss before guiding you back to his cock.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, relaxing back into his chair, head lulling back with a moan. “fuck,” he drawed out slow, “that fuckin’ mouth.”

uh bye

[lexsssu]

Fruitful (Nicholas D. Wolfwood)

TAGS: Nicholas/Wife!reader, breeding, teasing, married sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“You feel that, angel? How deep my cock is kissing your womb? Mhmm, it’s supposed to be like that so we can get you all nice and pregnant the quickest~”

One would think that a man of the cloth wouldn’t dare say such salacious words, but Nicholas D. Wolfwood had always thrived in acting against the norm and expectations. 

However, he supposes that God wouldn’t mind, considering that he’s just fulfilling the human need and responsibility to ‘be fruitful and multiply’ with his pretty little wife. And what a thought that was, finally having you as his both in heart and the eyes of God.

Fuck, just the knowledge that you were his and he was yours has him harder than he’s ever been before you came into his life.

Nicholas fought off the savage grin that threatened to stretch across his face when you keen and whimpered so cutely for him as he repeatedly shoved himself balls-deep inside you. 

“Don’t be shy, and lemme hear how sweetly you sing for my cock, won’t you angel? You know I need a ‘lil…encouragement after all…”

[h0bg0blin-meat]

If you get this ask, tell us a story from the folklore or mythology of YOUR COUNTRY (e.g. if you are German, tell us a German myth). Then send this ask to ten people! Just want to see more people talking about lesser known myths ;)

Eeeee okay. So lemme tell you about the myth of Tejimola from my state (Assam).

Tejimola was a girl whose dad was a businessman, and her biological mom died when she was young, so her dad remarried, and hence, we now enter the 'horrible stepmom' trope.

So once her dad left for another business trip and her stepmom was basically making her work like a slave. But she didn't mind. Things however changed when she got invited to her friend's wedding, and begged her stepmom to let her go.

The stepmom finally gave in BUT... obviously with a hidden motive. See she handed her brand new clothes to wear at the wedding, and asked her to carry it very carefully as it was "preciously made for her" or something along those lines, I think, but placed a mouse inside them.

By the time she was ready to wear the dress she found that it had big ass holes in it and a mouse hopped off from it and ran away. She was terrified, and recalled her mom's words. Her friend(s) tried to console her saying that her mom would understand, but she knew there was a very little chance.

Still she went back home with the now-chewed down clothes and lo and behold, as planned, her mom SNAPPED. She was so mad she punished her in ways unimaginable.

So there's this threshing tool called dheki, that's used to separate rice grains from their outer husks, while leaving the bran layer.

You place your feet to the leftmost side and it raises the right side, and the pounding stand on the hole (very key part of the tool for the story) does the threshing work.

I'll give a trigger warning here, because this is about to get dark.

So as a punishment the stepmom asked Tejimola to help her thresh the rice grains. Okay, not bad, you think?

Well while she was in the right sitting with her hand below the stand to deal with the unfiltered rice grains, her stepmom pounds her hand hard, to the point that it bleeds and actually gets fractured. Tejimola shrieks, but her stepmom is like "KEEP WORKING. Use your other hand!" But does the same with the other hand. Now she don't have any functional hands.

"Don't worry. Use your feet!" But does the same to her feet, one after the other.

"Use your head!" And does the same to her head. Atp Tejimola is practically dead, but her stepmom wasn't expecting this. She calls her out but doesn't get an answer. She's terrified, and prepares for her burial. After she's buried, she cleans off any possible evidence that could give away about the murder.

Now this is where Tejimola takes various forms to haunt her stepmom. First she becomes a bottle-gourd plant. One day a beggar asks her stepmom if they can have a bottle-gourd from her tree, to which she gets a little stunned cuz she wasn't aware she had such a tree, but permits the beggar, who, when reaches out to pluck a gourd, Tejimola asks them not to in a musical manner, saying her name and that she was killed by her stepmom. The beggar gets horrified and informs the owner aka our villain immediately. She destroyes it in a heartbeat. But in that same place a citrus tree grows and she takes its form. She does the same to people who try to pluck a fruit from the tree. This is how her stepmom comes to know about the tree and uproots it and throws it into a river.

In the river now, she takes the form of a beautiful lotus. Now this gets interesting, because her dad's returning from his trip and spots the lotus, and hears it achingly sing to him claiming it's Tejimola, his daughter. Her dad gets startled and asks her to prove she really is his daughter by transforming into a mynah/sparrow.

She does so and her dad's heart wrenches. He reaches home and immediately confronts his wife. Then he asks the bird to show up as Tejimola if that's truly her, and she transforms back into her human form, while her stepmom gets kicked out :3

The end

Imma just tag some ppl here:

@dootznbootz @gotstabbedbyapen @0lympian-c0uncil @bloody-arty-myths @natures-marvel @inc0rrectmyths @chimera-tail @sleepdeprivationbutitsvaruna @olympushit @15pantheons @kulfi-waala and anyone who wants to join!

[itsohh]

Popstar MK1 Intros

A/N: Now I've finished off Electra Heart heres some intros set after it. This focus's on popstar reader being in costume when they come to fight + them still being in their relationship with Johnny.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Smoke, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung

Warnings: None

Intros Part 1 Electra Heart

Johnny: Oh ho-ho-ho gotta say babe that is a great look on you. I always said that the big screen never captured how truly hot I am but I think it also applies to you.

You: Eyes up here Johnathan. I'm not a doll for you to gawk at.

Johnny: Oh fuck that's hot.

-

Johnny: After this can I eat-

You: Not another word.

-

Johnny: Ooo you're so dominant in character, should wear that to bed. I might even leave a little bit on you at the end of the night.

You: Hmp.

-

You: Wait-wait-wait. Ah fuck lemme take these heel's off I can't keep fighting in costume. This was made to sing in no fight.

Johnny: Hey, hey if your feet are hurting go for it. There's no rush, I can wait. Last thing I want is you hurting.

-

Johnny: Have you written any songs about me perhaps?

You: Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but try an album.

-

Kenshi: Flashy.

You: And impractical.

-

Kenshi: When I see you like this it really makes me realize how much you and Johnny are a match made in heaven.

You: Kenshi you're literally blind.

Kenshi: I think any blind man can see how bright the sequins are on that dress.

-

Kenshi: Why the name Nightingale?

You: It's a long story.

-

Kenshi: You always say your stage self is a character you play but I've yet to hear any difference.

You: That's ‘cause that shits embarrassing off stage. I can get away with Johnny because… I mean look at him.

-

Kenshi: Johnny said you wrote an album about him. He hasn't shut up about it.

You: Yeah might have dropped the ball confessing that one.

-

Smoke: Woah I can't believe your- woah.

You: I'm surprised you're familiar with my work actually.

Smoke: Of course, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure but I loved your second album.

-

You: You know if you're ever free your welcome to tag along to one of my concerts and hit up backstage or front row whatever you prefer.

Smoke: Really?

You: Anytime! I always let my friends hang out.

-

Smoke: Your outfit is more stunning in person than I could have possibly imagined.

You: Yeah but the glitter gets everywhere.

-

Smoke: I remember your fourth album got scrapped, how come?

You: My fucking manager rejected it. Too off brand.

-

Smoke: Johnny's always talking about bad managers, have you tried talking to him about your situation.

You: ...I haven't. My manager isn't terrible but maybe I should.

-

You: The timeline you come from, was I like this?

Liu Kang: Admittedly I didn't know you very well.

-

You: Were we not friends in your timeline? Is that why titan me didn't answer your summon?

Liu Kang: You died man years prior, you were forced to come back only to see Johnny mourning his second wife.

-

You: So me and Johnny have always been together?

Liu Kang: That I don't know.

You: Am I destined to die again? So that Johnny can remarry?

Liu Kang: That is not what I have planned for you.

-

Liu Kang: In my timeline you were always in costume. You fought dressed like this all the time.

You: Fuck that. I can barely get through one fight in these shoes.

-

You: Why change up my destiny? Why not make Johnny happy with his second wife?

Liu Kang: I didn't decide on who you should love. I might have put you in the right place at the right time but that was all you.

-

Shang Tsung: Well well, this is certainly a change.

You: Don't worry, you're still the king of costumes you fucking snake.

Shang Tsung: You wound me dear.

-

Shang Tsung: It's a shame you chose to work with these imbeciles-

You: Don't even bother trying to manipulate me. I've been in Hollywood long enough.

-

You: At least I'll look good, at least I'll look good-

Shang Tsung: What are you mumbling? Don't be afraid to speak up. I don't bite- hard.

You: THESE HEELS MIGHT HURT BUT AT LEAST ILL LOOK GOOD BEATING YOUR ASS

-

Shang Tsung: It's curious the way your people worship you, for music alone…

You: You could always give it up and come a musician instead of the whole ‘murdering everyone with souls’ thing you do.

Shang Tsung: Hahaha, you truly are an entertainer aren't you?

-

You: Let's get this over and done with.

Shang Tsung: So eager to meet your demise?

You: Had a long concert today- kinda wanna go nap.

[larissalover3]

over and over again

author note: i’m ngl, this is my first fic thst i’ve ever written so pls don’t come for me. i also may have wrote this on my school ipad and didn’t want to get flagged to it’s not exactly sexual or anything. but if you have any requests, just message me. if they’re closed… lemme look at my requests for a moment. but that’s all

warnings: choking, fluff, mentions of crying, mean mommy larissa (for 5 seconds), dom/sub ig idk? jealous larissa

        Cold was the night. You were sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, shivering as if you couldn’t feel the roaring flame on your face. You were wrapped in your heated blanket as you scrolled on instagram. Only seeing your wife, Larissa’s, photos, due to the fact that she was extremely jealous. If she were to see that you were on another woman’s instagram, she would tell you to unfollow them. And you would, given the fact that Larissa was always the dominant one between the two of you. It was worse when she was at work. If she saw that you had liked a girl's post that wasn’t her own, she would immediately text you. Sometimes you may have done it on purpose, just to see how mad she would get. You loved how she looked when she was angry with you. But you would never admit it. She was like a mama duck. And you would always be her little duckling, following her every demand she would throw at you. You loved Larissa with your whole entire heart, and yes, of course you loved that she cared about you and wanted you all to herself. But sometimes she let her jealousy get in the way of other things. Like the time that you smiled at a girl while you were on a date with Larissa at the promenade. Like you would every Friday. You guys were walking to dinner when you saw the woman. She smiled at you, so you smiled back. Larissa, of course, saw you since she wasn’t taking her eyes off of you. She gently squeezed your hand, letting you know to stop before she were to say something she would regret. You never disobeyed her. To be honest, you were scared of her. Thinking back to the time when you guys were working together at Nevermore Academy. At the time, you were the school's only choir teacher. And of course, there were a handful of students who joined the choir. You were standing up in the center of the classroom, conducting the students while they were singing a winter hymnal. About 30 seconds into the song, you hear the familiar clicking of her heels. Although the students were loud and you were right in front of them, those clacks which drowned out any noise from a mile away were heard. Your students finished their song and you let out a low breath, which frankly, you didn’t know you were holding. As Larissa started clapping, you turned around and saw the familiar, beautiful face. All of the students' faces lit up when they saw the principal. A few even went to give her a hug, which you both responded with a smile on your faces.

“Darling, can you come to my office for a minute? I’ll have Ms. Brinks look after your students while you’re gone.” Larissa said with an innocent smile on her face.

“I’m sorry Lariss- Ms. Weems but I'm afraid I can’t.” You said, slightly scared for your life. You informed her that the students really needed to practice for the concert that was occurring that night. Before you knew it, she was whipping her phone out of her pocket, and calling a teacher to come and watch your students.

“There. Now you have no reason not to come to my office. It’ll only take a few moments, students.” As she told your students, smiling. She then grabbed your arm and you felt as though she was dragging you through the hallway. 

“Slow down Larissa, I’m nearly tripping over my own feet.” You choked out, laughing.

“You will call me Ms. Weems at school. Now be quiet. I don’t want you to distract anyone in class.” She almost shouted at you. You were more scared than you were before. She had never talked to you that way before. She was walking quite fast. That was mostly because she was standing tall at 6 foot and 3 inches. She was a whole foot taller than you. You picked up your pace, practically jogging. Once you finally made it to her office, she sat you down in a chair that was in front of her desk. She rounded her desk sitting on the side of it. 

“Darling, why did you say no the first time I asked you to come with me” Larissa cooed out.

“I already told you, I had students to take care of.” You said, looking at the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Use that tone with me, young lady. And look at me when I am speaking to you.” Larissa almost shouted that last sentence out. Embarrassed, and also worried, you refused to look at her. Without saying a word she grabbed your chin with her pale hands. Her long fingers squeezing your cheeks gently. It hurt. It really did. You didn’t want to upset her anymore by saying something but it just squeaked out. 

“Ouch!” You said, immediately looking away from her, even though her hand was holding your face in place. You were too scared to look her in the eyes. She looked at you like you were crazy. You looked back at her, and she was staring you dead in the eyes. Like she was penetrating you with lasers that came from her own blue sets. 

“Make another noise, and ill make sure your crying and begging to leave.” Larissa said in a stern tone. You knew you were done for. But still you sat there a made the smallest whimper when her hand slid down to your throat. She started squeezing. And you thought that was it. You were going to die right there in her office. But then suddenly, she came close to you and whispered something to you. Barely audible if there was anyone else around.

“I want you y/n. You have no idea how much i love you. I wish I could wake up every morning next to you. I hope you feel the same.” Larissa said, slightly nervous.

“I love you too Larissa.” You said before you could even comprehend what you had just said. Now back to the present day. The fire is booming now, and you feel warm enough so you go to your room and lie down. You hear the garage opening but ignore it. Once again, you hear her heels clicking against the hardwood floors. She came into your room, somehow knowing what room you were in. She discarded her coat and heels. As she let down her headache causing updo, as she did everyday. You felt the bed dip down when she bent over it to give you a long, passionate kiss to your soft, touch starved lips. She whispered sweet nothings into your ear and kissed you down your temple. She was in the crook of your neck when you flipped her over in the bed, switching spots with her. Now you were the one all of her. You needed her. This is what you had been missing all day.

“How was your day my love?” You asked her with compassion in your eyes.

“It was good darling. How was your day amor?” She responded with the same look in her blue pair.

“Better now that I’m with you.” You said smiling, but also visibly cringing at yourself. She couldn’t help but control her laughter. Which then caused you to start laughing along with her until you two were syncing. She then went to the bathroom and changed into her bed clothes. Walking out, she was wearing a black satin dress with lace at the top of the chest area. It fell just above her knees. Seeing her sweet porcelain skin made your mouth go dry. As she was walking to look in the mirror, brushing her hair, she made sure to sway her hips a little bit. Just to tease you. And she did it on purpose. But you already knew that much. She watched as her lips curled into a smile. She sat her brush down on her night stand and she slipped under the covers, with her body touching yours. This was the type of warmth you had been looking for, which you couldn’t get from the fireplace. She hugged you tightly while she ran her fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. You and Larissa eventually fell asleep, holding each other. When you woke up, she was already looking at you with a slight smirk on her face. She looked beautiful all the time, but it was times like these that made you think how lucky you were. Getting to wake up with her every morning and seeing her in her early morning state. With her hair in her face, eyes puffy, drool all over the face. You had fallen in love with her over and over again.

(a/n: i realize the end is super rushed but i have been asked to make a part two so i will be making one very soon (:)

[ask-emile-sdv]

we should go on a date! i know a great spot: the epic the musical livestream tomorrow night (i wrote this as of 8/28) (im not indoctrinating you into my obsession i swear) (please dont call me a theater gay my partner already does TvT) you can hear calypso go ALL WE COULD WANT HERE ALL WE COULD NEED HERE or telemachus going I KNOW LIFE AND FAITH ARE SCARY BUT I WANNA BE LEGENDARY or even zeus singing. zeus's main song is very zeus btw but god games isnt just zeus's song its a song where he gets his kids and wife to be pit against athena its p cool (APHRODITE YOUR LITTLE HIGH AND MIGHTY ODYSSEUS CLAIMS TO LOVE HIS MOTHER BUT LET HER DIE OF A BROKEN HEART HE WAS BUSY FIGHTING MORE LIKE BUSY SPITING THE CYCLOPS LET HIM FEEL THE PAIN THAT HIS MOTHER FELT AND ROT) augh uh. one sec. lemme actually do smth coherent

EPIC: The Musical is an Odyssey retelling and adaptation made by a young man Jorge "Jay" Rivera-Herrans. It started out during lockdown because he had another musical he was working on but due to COVID restrictions it made him and his then-crew unable to continue working. During COVID, however, he wanted to make another musical. And so, for over four years now, he has been writing, casting, and recording EPIC: The Musical. It is a musical sectioned into sagas, five of which being in the first act and the other four being delegated to the second. There have been six sagas released thus far, with the Wisdom Saga, the seventh saga, being released on Friday, August 30th.

Jay has explicitly stated in his videos about the creative process that he takes heavy inspiration for how he conveys plot points and the like from anime and video games, more heavily the latter as he is attempting with EPIC to create a musical that feels like a video game. The way he does this is by giving each saga a boss battle, each with such powerful music to match. In Poseidon's "Ruthlessness" he preaches to Odysseus the true meaning of this world: ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves, a message that sums up the entire theme of the musical and that is repeated throughout. In Zeus's song titled "Thunderbringer" it repeats his brother's preaching but he didn't explicitly tell him, more showed him by forcing him to choose between making it home to his son and wife--something he said he'd trade the world for in the second song--or saving his crew that had just mutinied moments before. And by the end of the musical, Odysseus has internalized every boss battle and we get to watch him become the final boss from the perspective of those who tried to wrong him and that are getting punished for their actions. By the end of the musical, Odysseus is a heavily changed man and the final song is titled "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again" which is a song to his wife, Penelope. She shows up often in the musical, not often physically, but often pops up because Odysseus proclaims that all he wishes to do is to see his wife and son. Jay assigned each character an instrument, and while I cannot recall each off of the top of my head, Penelope's instrument is a viola. In act two, when we hear the song "Suffering" we can hear something is off because yes this is her voice, but her viola is missing. That minor detail is enough to set off alarm bells in many a fan's head, and it did!

Back to the end of the musical, we get to see a reunion between two lovers, but only after what is a reunion for one and a first meeting for the other--the song between Odysseus and Telemachus, his son. It is one of the most heart-wrenching songs in the musical, just the snippets are enough to move to tears. Odysseus's assigned instrument is a guitar, and for the first time in a while, it is a quiet tune that plays on the guitar used in that song. Just that guitar alone hurts to listen to, at least for me. Anyway, I've waffled on more than enough! Sorry for the ramble, wanted to do something a bit fancier than what i tend to do.

I’m sorry- a date?!

Well- uh- I don’t think we’re THAT close!!!

But… Greek Mythology sounds cool I guess. Even if I’m not really a musical guy. Besides, someone has to look after you, hm?

I GUESS if I have time I might listen…. Only because I don’t have anything to do!

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 23

Y/n pov:-2 months- "y/nnnnn" "yes ramos" "is it moving month" "i guess it is" "cool let me finlize things" "alright babe" oh my gosh WERE MOVING TO A MASION its just like two weeks ago we just moved into together now were moving to a masion "ok we should start paking now" "ok let me call people" "ok"

Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton

                                                         Can yall help us move

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:ofc bbg

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:yeah

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:im not busy

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:after i hit the gym

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:yeah lemme ask emmy

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:yeah but im taking back the stuff i let you borrow 😋😝💕🖕🏾😘

Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:k sis

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:thank yall

"Y/n lets pack up your room first" "ok be careful with the posters"

"Ok im going to take down the leaves first" "my room better be so big" "it will be" i carefully take down the leaves" i started take down her lights down but like always i hear a knock at the door" "hey yall" "im so proud yall came as one instead of yall coming at different times and me stopping what im doing" "yeah yeah wheres baby" "esta aqui" "hola como estas" "bien y tú" "bien bien" "y la bebe" "la bebe es normal" "bien bien" "tu nescito ayuda" "si el boxes" "alright" "jazz your Spanish really improved" "check number 1 on duolingo bitch" jazz gives me her phone and i just see. 'Y/ns wife jazzy jones😂🖕🖕🏾😋💔🥫™️♥︎💕😝✨🤧🔼🔛💀★❤️✏︎😘✑📱🔝💬😁🏃😨⬜🫵⏎🙄🔛🔝' what the hell is with girls and em emojis "go help ya wife with her room" "sure bud" "mi esposaaaaaa"

Anthony pov:"ill take down my own room guys help me"

I took the guitars and put them in their cases in a big box. "Oak" "what" "take this to the van" "sure" "cool" then did the same for the albums "daveed can you do the same" "mhm" "thanks bro" "Lin can you take the little stuff I'll break down the bed" "yeah" I start to break down my bed I was bent over and my ass was smacked "WHAT THE HELL" "it was nice firm to" y/n says while licking her lips and winking "is you even finished packing" "my rooms just as packed as them abs" "what are you talking about we finished" jazzy remarked "you a hater and you know you a hater" "sure is and do" (a/n:😝) "jazzy stop and take these to the car" "what ever" jazzy did.we finished packaging surprisingly its not hard to pack up apartment we load the boxes lin took the baby to our new house because we had to drive the u-hual truck to the new house "its so big" she mutters "relateble" "shut the hell up" i side eye her "im sorry im just stressed i guess i dont know"its good" we find her way to her 'im mad at you room' "let me decorate then we can decorate our room"

-25 minutes later-

"Your turn" "alright"

"We have knack for the similarities in life"

"We ate that" "word"

(More pictures next chapter) "we'll finish tomorrow" "how are y'all this close today" oak ask "you no se" "i love y'all see you guys tomorrow" "bye" "let's sleep" "first time together" "yes sir" "thank you ant"

Y/n pov (again): jazzy runs in yelling "MI ESPOSA" and there is not much to say because we just gossiped Hollywood gossip and decorate my room then I went to talk to ant then she made fun of him as always and yeah

Thankz for 541 on the first book😁

[reocidal]

MY WIFE !! — A. MIYA

SAKUSA VER. || USHIJIMA VER.

IWAIZUMI VER. || AKAASHI VER.

cw; fem reader, swearing, cute cute fluff, pet names ewww, not proofread

wc; 476

in which he calls you his wife.

you're still half asleep when atsumu climbs into bed, kicking the blanket away to nestle into your side. shit. you'd been planning to watch his latest interview live, but apparently you'd failed to stay awake until then. he slides one hand under your loose shirt — his shirt, come to think of it — to hold your waist, and the other comes up to cradle your face. "missed ya, sweets."

"hey," you murmur, letting him angle your head and sponge kisses all over your face. your phone buzzes, but you ignore it in favour of your boyfriend and his addictive attention.

he kisses you again, this time with a smile. "hey, angel."

"sorry, didn't get to watch the interview." one of your hands tangles into his hair as he presses his lips to yours, brief and gentle, before pulling back.

"good, don't then."

you open your eyes. "baby, what?"

"nothing, nothing. just... don't."

your phone vibrates again insistently, and then it clicks. "'tsumu, what'd you do?"

you're reaching over to your phone before he can stop you, unlocking it only to be greeted by at least four hundred notifications from friends, family, and even some people you don't know.

Y/N, YOU'RE MARRIED? [your best friend]

WHYD TSUMU CALL YOU HIS WIFE ON LIVE TV [osamu]

DID I MISS A WEDDING I DIDN'T RIGHT [hinata]

you turn to him. "and what do you have to say about all this?"

despite your calm demeanour, your heart is trying to claw its way out of your chest, and your plans are sweating more than they ever have before. you look down at atsumu, who now has his arms around your middle and his head on your chest. he pouts at you, best puppy eyes equipped. "lemme explain! it was a mistake, cus i was so excited to propose t'ya that i forgot we weren't married! so—"

a strangled little gasp escapes from your throat. the two of you have talked about this before, but you didn't expect that he'd even think of asking this fast. yes, yes, yes, your heart sings. that's when you notice the scandalised expression on atsumu's face as he bolts upright.

"shit, you weren't supposed to hear that," he says. "i'm sorry, i really—"

you cut him off with a kiss, noticing the way he relaxes visibly as it progresses, and when you finally pull away, he blinks at you with a dopey grin — all of the tension from before has disappeared.

"atsumu."

"yeah?"

"i don't care how or when you propose to me, i'll always say yes."

"shit, babe," he sniffles. "don't say that!"

"i'm not joking," you tell him gently. it's a hint, a yes if he wants to take it. "really."

"then will you?"

"will i what?"

"you know."

"oh my god, ask me properly the second time, at least!"

so he does.

a multi part fic series!! taglist is open. updates will be slow!! uhhh comment who u wanna see in the series and i might juuuust yk!! i hate atsumu he plagues my brain ew

tags!! @smiithys

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Little Mermaid AU Headcanons

Because someone is probably still waiting for me to write these out.

SO OKAY LEMME WRITE THEM OUT! Be warned this AU is only inspired by both my favorite Disney movie, The Little Mermaid, so the details, however small, will be different.

Malaqi, Shuri’s father, is the ruler of the seven seas. His wife, Altani, was lost after fishermen happened upon a grotto were the Merfolk tended to sing and be merry. Shuri was still so young and was tended to at the palace, so she only knew that one day, her mother never returned. 

As his only daughter, Malaqi is very protective of Shuri and he developed a deep hatred for those who lived on land. In spite of his efforts to shield his daughter from them, Shuri still ventures out into the ocean (her right as its princess) and happens upon shipwrecks and finds little knickknacks and keepsakes from the “Above World”.

Shuri begins collecting the trinkets and hides them in a secret grotto where only she knows. 

Thancred, at the behest of Malaqi, is tasked with--more or less--babysitting Shuri to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble after she is caught trying to sneak to the Above World to observe the landwalkers and/or finding more things for her collection. Thancred ends up finding out about Shuri’s grotto and she pleads for him not to tell her father because Malaqi would never understand.

One day, however, Shuri ends up going to the surface after witnessing an odd shadow above. Thancred, being too late to stop and catch up to her, had to watch in fear as the princess of the seven seas explored above.

Poking her head from the water, Shuri meets Estinien, who is sailing across the ocean. The shadow Shuri had seen was his ship and while his was not large or elaborate, he could still see the ocean and even touch it as his wont. 

Of course, Estinien was fascinated by the strange woman, staring at him from the ocean. He could see the shimmer of her fins and knew she wasn’t just an ordinary. She was one of those rumored mermaids he had heard sailors hush and warn of. 

Never being averse to those of the Above World, a curious Shuri could only peer at the man before her. She found herself enamored with Estinien, but had to swim back underwater before her father found out where she’d been. 

Of course, this leads to Shuri’s rendition of Part of Your World lmao

Malaqi, of course, does find out about Shuri’s grotto and that she’s gone to the surface and encountered a landwalker a la Thancred because he sang like a bird     

Shuri takes her possessions being destroyed awfully and collapses in sorrow. 

That’s when the sea witch’s minions pay Shuri a visit, tempting her to visit and get a little spell to help her.

And we all know the whole Poor Unfortunate Soul montage, featuring Lilith in the role of the sea witch!

Once Shuri gets her legs in exchange for her voice, Thancred takes it upon himself to help Shuri get Estinien to fall in love with her so she can remain a landwalker. Yes, Shuri does the sad eyes like Ariel did.

Estinien, of course, had always been sailing to where he first spotted Shuri in hopes that he didn't imagine seeing a mermaid there. He was just returning when Thancred spots him first and enacts a rather on-the-spot plan to ensure that Estinien wants to help the voiceless Shuri.

That plans includes them living together and Thancred the crab stays nearby to keep his charge safe and sound too!

Cue Bard Thancred rendition of Kiss The Girl!

Of course, Lilith couldn't have Shuri almost succeed in having Estinien kiss her, so she whips up her own plan to sway him by using Shuri's voice and a disguise to cast a spell on him.

That leaves Shuri heartbroken when she hears Estinien was going to be married to some woman who appeared "from the ocean" and she has no voice to scream that it was Shuri herself that day.

Of course, who is to find out Lilith was behind the spell but a cute little ghido swimming by the boat and doing magic ghido things to be a good witness.

Baby Ghido races to find Thancred bc Baby Ghido sees all and explains to both he and Shuri that the sea witch is the woman Estinien was going to marry.

Shuri to the rescue!

Also the cute sea creatures as Thancred gets Malaqi because the king must know about this!

Even when Shuri makes it and breaks the spell on Estinien, they are too late to do the kiss and Lilith is cackling her Evil Villain Laugh. She then takes Shuri back into the ocean because of their deal--and her ultimate plan.

Cue the Boss Fight Music!

Once Lilith is gone, Malaqi sees how sad Shuri is to be away from Estinien. He sees the heartbreak that his daughter would be away from someone she loves, so he gives her a gift: legs.

Shuri and Estinien get married, of course, and as they are sailing away, Shuri tells her father she loves him and bids him--and her old life-- farewell.

Yay, happily ever after!

[starlitheaven]

Just gonna jump into that whole Gojohime/Shokohime/SatoSugu ask. It's funny though how people will go out their way and create various headcanons for their ship in this case Gojohime and shove it down onto others claiming how it's a good ship and how suddenly Gojo doesn't use infinity around Utahime?? Lol and apparently to them those are facts that they like to create. And no this is not just Gojohime I've seen many other shippers do this aswell and create a whole ass confusion amongst the fandom. Second it's just when i thought that at least one fandom would be less inclined to show their homophobic side when it comes to queer ships. Everytime i see someone say they ship SatoSugu there are always people like "stop making everything gay" or "Gojo is straight af, he had a model as a phone wallpaper" and I'm here like, disgusted? People will find any sort of way to "justify" their het ships with any sort of headcanons their heteronormativity makes forcing it to have some sort of romance while in reality it doesn't? And then there's SatoSugu that actually has the most evidence on romance throughout the story yet it gets ignored, in this case by homophobes who like to claim that Gojo is straight based off on one wallpaper and how Gege actually in fact did not say that Gojo is unfaithful but yet the clarified answer was he cannot commit to anyone. And don't get me started on Shokohime, the ship is there but it's taken the biggest backseat because apparently people like when men pick on people and annoy them to the bone. For once though, all of this is debunked because Gege literally confirmed that no female character will be getting a romantic storyline and the only one that could "have" it was Miwa. Has anyone just taken a moment to think that maybe romance is not the dynamic he envisions for his characters? This is not a shojo, or we are reading a different manga for all i know. SatoSugu doesn't even have to be canon, but pretending that they didn't have that sort of dynamic and chosing to be ignorant displays where they are coming from. And no i am not defending m/m ships or any other queer ships either because they tend to do the same stuff het shippers do. Only difference is I'm now giving a small example of what i saw from some of the fans and how they respond. That's all, thanks for reading :)

not sure if you’re the same anons from before but SPEAK YOUR TRUTH!!!!

also I’d like to add onto you saying that satosugu having the most evidence: imagine if Gojo and Utahime for example called each other their one and only?? okay maybe let’s stick to “one and only best friend”, those same people would be saying it’s romantic and canon or whatever. yet there’s so much debate when it comes to Gojo and Geto?? 🤨

I’ve read some threads about Gojo/utahime and a lot of it is reaching tbh BUT I will say that those shippers mind their business and enjoy their shit amongst each other, unlike other fandoms back in the day (naruto). The ones who actually shove it down people’s throats or say “stop making everything gay” is usually dudebros who like to power scale and only care about fights lmao

love the energy we’ve created in the studio here <3

[katyasrussianaccent]

you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15. 

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker. 

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single. 

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.” 

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do. 

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”. 

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks. 

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers. 

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.” 

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in. 

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it. 

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time. 

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts. 

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar. 

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for. 

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else. 

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.” 

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen;  Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that. 

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you. 

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body.  You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?” 

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement. 

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you. 

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task. 

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were. 

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list. 

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?” 

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit. 

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!” 

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands. 

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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[rebelwrites]

To Bail My Wife Out

Jax Teller x Reader

Lockdown at the club drove you crazy, everyone knew that. You had very little patience at the best of times and you may have busted Ima’s nose for chatting shit about your husband.

And to make things worse the guys were on a run and wouldn’t get back for another week.

“Baby go for a drive, clear your head before we have a body to hide” Gemma said kissing your head.

“But Jax is calling in like 20 and if I’m not here, well you know what he is like mom” you said rolling your eyes.

“You leave Jax to me baby” she smirked passing you your keys as you sparked your a smoke “go I don’t have the energy to dispose of a body today”

“Promise you will cover for me” You smirked inhaling the smoke.

“Yes now go you are starting to annoy me” she winked walking off blowing your a kiss.

“Don’t lie you love my crazy ass” you shouted.

“Just don’t get yourself killed” she said before closing the door behind you.

Strolling to your car unlocking it before tossing your smoke on the floor and climbing into your car. A smile formed on your face as you ran your hands over the steering wheel, disabling the immobiliser you started your beast hearing the engine erupted into life. Plugging your phone in you put your driving playlist on before backing out of your parking spot.

The prospect opened the gate and instantly putting your foot down speeding out of the lot.

The plan was just to drive until you didn’t want to kill Ima, the roads were clear so you sat in first gear until you red lined. That was your plan red line until the thrill of the speed drowned your thoughts out. And the whole time you had a grin on your face.

That was until you saw the flash of blue in your rear view mirror.

“Fuck” you mumbled glancing in the mirror again, it wasn’t Unser so you knew you were fucked. A smirk played on your face as you dropped a gear and left Hale for dust. You knew it was a bad idea but you didn’t care, this was a game to you.

After about 15 minutes you pulled up at the side of the road, turning your music off as Hale caught up with you, tapping on your window, one thing he didn’t look happy.

“Should have know it would be you Mrs Teller” he sighed.

Smirking as you revved the engine.

“Sorry can’t hear you over the exhaust” you shouted.

“Out of the car” he glared as you revved the engine again.

“I wasn’t doing anything” you said innocently as you undid your seatbelt.

“So that wasn’t you that when you saw I was on you, you sped up leaving me for dust” he said raising his eyebrow.

“Nope definitely not me officer” you shrugged killing the engine, grabbing your phone and smokes before climbing out the car. “How fast was I going anyway?”

“135” he sighed.

“Fuck no way” you smirked lighting a smoke “new personal best that”

“Fuck the formalities” Hale spat as he slapped the cuffs on “you are coming with me, and you are not getting out until your husband pays your bail”

That’s when you knew you had fucked up, there was no way you were telling Jax, not when he was out of town. Rolling your eyes at Hale as your smoke hung between your lips.

Resting your hands through the bars of the cell you watched the door.

“Come on lemme out you pricks” you shouted “Unser I know you are there so come on I did nothing wrong, I’m bored and hungry”

The doors opened and Unser walked over to you with Gemma behind him.

“I don’t call doing 135 nothing baby” Gemma laughed passing you a smoke.

“So am I being released or what?” You mumbled as you lit the smoke.

“Yeah about that” Gemma nodded “seems you pissed Hale off”

“And I always piss Hale off” you shrugged

“Which means he has set you bail at 3 and a half grand” Gemma said.

“And you are gonna pay it right?” You said leaning against the wall as she stayed quiet “you are paying it aren’t you mom?”

“Only if you tell Jax” she smirked knowing the answer.

“Nope Jax doesn’t find out about this” you said “you know as soon as he does bye bye car, speaking of my baby best be okay”

“You car is fine and is back at T M” Gemma nodded “but unless you tell Jax I’m not bailing you out, I told you to behave”

“No you told me not to get killed and I dunno I look pretty much alive to me” you huffed.

“Don’t start” she laughed sliding 3 packets of cigarettes through the bars with a lighter “see you in a week baby”

“Bitch” you shouted, rattling the bars making her laugh.

“Hey I just want peace and quiet” she winked, blowing you a kiss before disappearing.

“Well looks like you are stuck with me Wayne” you smirked, making him gulp.

“God help me” he said walking away from the cell “Gem you sure you aren’t bailing her out?”

And then it was all quiet. You knew what she was doing, and you knew you wouldn’t get out until Jax got home. Looking around the cell sighing, this was home for the next week.

Pulling his bike into his spot, a smile formed on his face as he saw your car parked in it’s usual manor. Abandoned and in the way.

He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and just sleep, he found it a bit odd that you weren’t out front like you normally was. Brushing it off, you probably wasn’t feeling too great still.

Walking into the clubhouse with his brother behind him Gemma pulled him into a hug.

“Mom where’s my wifey?” Jax asked as he sparked up.

“Urm she got held up” Gemma nodded trying to figure out how to tell her son that you were in a cell and she didn’t bail you out.

“The bitch is in cell where she belongs after breaking my nose” Ima shouted, making Jax raise his eyebrow at his mom.

“What she do this time?” Jax laughed as he knew you were a rebel.

“Urm speeding, like 135 and passed Hale off a week ago” Gemma said

“Wait she got arrested a week ago and you didn’t bail her out” Jax hissed “the fuck mom”

“I told her I’d pay the 3 and a half g bail if she told you she got arrested but she didn’t want to tell you so” Gemma shrugged.

Jax slammed his beer on the counter pushing his way through the crowd.

“Where you going brother?” Tig asked.

“To bail my rebel wife out” He said rolling his eyes climbing on his bike.

“I like your pants around your feet” you sung at the top of your voice whilst running you lighter along the metal bars “And I like the dirt that's on your knees”

“Please Teller you are giving me a headache” Unser moaned as he laid on the bed in the open cell.

“Let me out and I will” you smirked, sparking a smoke and carried on singing “And I like the way you say please. While you're looking up at me”

You were too preoccupied annoying Wayne to see that Jax had walked in behind a female officer.

“Darlin’ I keep telling you, that lead foot of yours and that mouth would get you in trouble” Jax chuckled as he saw just how relaxed you were in the cell “yet you don’t listen”

Instantly you stopped singing when you heard the gravel of his voice, swinging your legs around you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Hey my gorgeous husband” you said innocently.

“Yeah sweet talking isn’t gonna work this time darlin’” he laughed leaning his arms through the bars.

“Not even if I suck your dick?” You pouted, giving him the puppy dog eyes and fluttering your lashes.

“I can’t leave you for any amount of time before you cause trouble can I?” He smirked.

“Nope” you grinned popping the p “now you gonna bail your wifey out of here or am I gonna have to keep singing?”

Instantly Unser was on his feet.

“Jax please take her she’s killing me here every day it’s a different nickelback song” Unser sighed “she’s given me a constant headache”

“Try being married to her” Jax winked making you pout.

“That’s it not gonna suck your dick now” you huffed.

“Come on Princess we both know that’s a lie” Jax smirked as Unser unlocked the cell.

Jumping into Jax’s arms, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pointed at the door.

“TO FREEDOM” you shouted.

“Please remind me why I married you?” Jax smirked as he walked out of the cells with you clinging to him like a koala bear.

“Duh because you love me” you giggled.

You wouldn’t let him put you down as he paid your bail, making him smile at how clingy you were being.

“Can I get a print out of my mugshot?” You asked “it’s going on the wall right next to Jax’s”

Ten minutes had passed and the bail had been paid, and your mug shot was safely in Jax’s kutte and you were heading out to his bike still hanging on like a baby koala.

Gently he placed you down on his bike, his hand cupping the side of your face.

“I missed you” you whispered leaning your head into his hand.

“I missed you too baby” he whispered pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was slow and passionate, neither of you parting until your lungs were burning.

“What’s this about you breaking Ima’s nose aye” he whispered resting his forehead against yours.

“That’s a story for another day” you giggled “right now I just want my husband to take me home, and join me in the shower because I kinda stink”

“Yeah you do stink” Jax laughed lowly.

“You aren’t meant to agree asshole” you huffed.

“Come on my stinky rebel let’s go home”

[timothy-chamlet]

the afterparty - t.c. fanfic

pair: timmy x female reader

warnings: unprotected sex, general smut

word count: 2.6k (2640)

a//n: ok er ive never written for timmy before so im nervous snsvsj but if you read it tell me what u think !! <3

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people often thought the two of you were dating. paparazzi tended to make it look that way through press. despite all the candid photos of you and timothée plastered in magazine spreads and floating around on blogs, he would tell people you weren't together. interviewers would ask, and time again he would put an end to the rumor by saying you weren't dating, you were just friends. 

to be fair, you honestly couldn't even be mad at him. it was a good marketing tactic, at least. if all the girls knew he was single they'd still be invested in the persona of a young, attractive starlet that - despite his more than desirable qualities - is still single. genius. meanwhile you were being his best friend and his trophy for award shows. 

it was growing on you though. you enjoyed walking red carpet events and going to extravagant parties and meeting big names in the industry. it was really a win-win for both of you. 

another one of those win-win situations was tonight. the past three days had been crazy. hair appointments, nail appointments, dress fittings, photoshoots, brunches, and dinners. running each new day on an hour of sleep - maybe two if you were lucky. fueled by energy drinks and the promise of rest after the event. showing up to an awards ceremony on nothing more than a 20 minute nap and a double shot espresso. being timothée's showpiece was exhausting. but it was good for you. 

you had just finished your last consultation for dress fittings and were on your way to your styling appointment. the dress would arrive shortly after you so everything was ready to go. things were set for timothée to meet you there in an hour or so, after his own styling. 

currently you're getting your makeup done. a swarm of professionals all around you, handing products, giving directions, telling you how gorgeous you look, at least three hands on you at all times. after almost an hour all the disembodied hands move from your face to reveal the *almost* finished product. you still need your hair done, but your face was flawless. your skin was insanely smooth; not a pore in sight, your lids were a bronze shade, and your lips were a perfect nude. 

a hair stylist soon steps into view, also admiring your makeup before diving into your hair. it was simple. a slicked back ponytail is all, careful not to draw away from your face and your dress. 

the strong aroma of hairspray clouds you as you maneuver to step into your dress. stripped of your previous clothes, you step into your dress and a couple people help you pull it up. the woman attending to the supper in the back steps away for a moment, seeming to answer a question. 

"what's his name?" she asks into her ear piece. "uh yes. she's in here with me. send him in."  

she returns behind you and does up the zipper to your dress. to your surprise, you see timothée waltz in the room. dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a light lavender button up underneath. "y/n," he exhales, walking towards you. "you look breathtaking, ma chérie." 

"you don't look too bad yourself, timmy," you say, stepping down from your pedestal to be almost eye level with him.

"is she done here?" he asks everyone around without taking his eyes off you. 

one of the women there swoops in with a pair of shoes and says, "slip in to these and you're ready to go, darling." 

you step into your shoes and link arms with timothée. "carriage awaits," he says as the two of you get escorted to the limo. 

once inside you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. "you okay?" he asks from beside you. 

"yeah, just.. tired." 

he chuckles and drops his head. "absolutely exhausted." you two had similarly scheduled days so he knows exactly how you feel. "don't worry, mon amour, i'll have you home in about 8 hours." 

"i thought the awards show was only 4-" 

"there's always the afterparty.." 

you audibly groan and drop your head as timothée places a reassuring hand on your knee. 

"we're here," he says with fake enthusiasm as the limo pulls up to the event. the past 45 minutes felt like hours as your head began to pound from the lack of sleep. yet, lucky you, 45 minutes in l.a. traffic was a miracle. 

the two of you step out into the scene. flashing lights from camera flickers, the general buzz of the crowd, people you knew trying to get your attention, people timothée knew trying to get his attention. being the kind person he is, he doesn't shy away from fans calling his name. he walks over to give high fives, say hi, sign things, and really interact with the people that are so invested in his career. you look at him with a fond smile on your face as he greets  people.  

"timothéeeee," you both hear and turn around to match the loud booming voice to a face. 

"armieee!!" he yells in response, hurrying over to hug his co-star. 

you stand idly by as the two hug and catch up. fiddling with your ponytail and the skirt of your dress. until that same voice catches your attention. 

"bring it in hot stuff!" 

"hey, armie! how've you been, handsome?" you two had only met a handful of times, but it's like your souls clicked instantly. he had kept in touch since the first time you met and you guys had been pretty close ever since. 

"oh i’m doing great. really. just excited for this evening. can't wait to see how many awards lil' tim brings in," armie ends with a light laugh before timothée chimes in. 

"oh god no-" 

a cheery voice interrupts the conversation. 

"helloooo," armie's wife says in a sing-song voice and joins his side. "nice to see you again, y/n. and congrats timmy on your nominations." 

you and timothée nod in response and utter small, nervous 'thank you's' before armie excuses the two of them, promising to catch up later. 

"well, well, well- this is it, timmy." you say from your seat next to him. the host reads the nominees for best breakthrough of the year, and timothée's name is mixed in with so many other talented actors. he nervously puts his hand over yours. "you are absolutely amazing. everyone knows that. you're gonna get it." he looks at you and you pass him a reassuring smile. 

"and the award for best breakthrough goes to… timothée chalamet!" 

his head shoots up in shock. cameras pan around him and his baffled expression appears on huge screens behind the stage. he slowly stands from his seat and makes his way to the stage. making a beautiful speech, thanking almost everyone he's ever known. giving gratitude to everyone he's ever worked with, his parents, and his best friends. he comes off the stage and returns to his seat beside you. a year runs down his cheek, and you move to wipe it away, but he grabs your hand away from his cheek only to press his lips to your knuckles. "thank you for always believing in me." 

"you're an amazing actor and an even better friend. 

the night was nearing an end. people were saying their goodbyes and their 'see-you-soon's and going their separate ways. you and timothée walk out of the event, arms linked, with his hands tightly gripping his award. the smile never leaves his face. "i can't fucking believe that, y/n."

"you did it, timmy! all you and your hard work. lemme pick a nice spot on your shelf for it yeah?" 

"i was thinking about sitting it on my dresser right above the drawer full of your shit you keep leaving at my house," he says with a barely visible smirk. 

"oh, well if it's such a problem," you begin "i guess I'll just have to come get my 'shit' then?" you finish sarcastically. 

"oh! how dare you?" he begins to shout, going on a tirade similar to that of hamlet; overly dramatic and mostly nonsensical. "leave them be! small, small remnants; reminders of thee." he trails off softly, dropping his head to your shoulder and bringing his other hand up to trail his fingertips down the side of your face. 

you can't help but chuckle at this. "bravo timothée! amazing performance." 

he straightens up before taking a bow and returning to his previous position on your shoulder. "do you wanna skip the afterparty?" 

"and do what, tim? i thought you were gonna catch up with armie?" 

"i dunno- go to my place?" 

you nod your head, and timothée let's the driver know to just go to his house. 

you get out of the car in front of his apartment, quickly thank the driver, and dash inside; excited to remove the day. "can i shower?" you ask quickly already making your way upstairs.

"oui, mon trèsor, make yourself at home. ill be up in a while." it was almost as if he had it scripted. a routine more or less. you'd ask to shower - despite him telling you almost each time you never had to ask - and go up stairs to do so; him trailing along about an hour later behind you. 

you finish your shower earlier than planned so you decide to lay on his bed until he comes up. you let your freshly washed body relish in the textures of the cotton t-shirt and shorts you're wearing and the damp-cool feel of the comforter on his bed. 

you're not left alone for long before he darts up the stairs and into his room, catching your attention. you watch as he walks around, dropping various articles of his clothing haphazardly on his floor. left in only his boxers. 

"timmy?" you ask in a drawn out voice. 

"hm?" he asks lowly in response; his eyes trained on you. you don't respond to his muffled question and instead watch as he comes to lean over the foot of the bed, by your legs. "i've been thinking," he continues, "a lot recently. about us.." 

"us?-" 

"about what the media thinks we are. what the people say. the blog posts, the tweets. i read it all… what do you think about it, y/n?" he ends with a light sigh, making drawing light swirls on your leg. 

"i dunno really. i've never thought much about it," you say sitting up. 

he moves up from his place in front of the bed, crawling up to sit to the right of your legs. knees drawn up to his chest, eyes meeting yours. he raises his hand so his fingertips ghost the curve of your cheek. "you never think about.. the possibility of us?" he pauses as his eyes drift from yours. hands falling to his lap as he scoots even closer to you. you sit stunned, not knowing how to answer as if it was some rhetoric instead of a simple question. filling the silence, he continues. "i think about how different things would be if we were together. what it would be like to hold you and kiss you and- can i kiss you?" 

his voice wavers as his eyes meet yours yet again. with quick movements, he moves to straddle your legs, both hands resting lightly on either side of your face. 

"can i kiss you?" he asks again, his face millimeters from yours. 

you shake your head yes as your eyes fluttering closed, your lips brushing against his as you move. 

he plants his lips firmly on yours. innocent at first, but the kiss quickly gets deeper. more desperate, his hands moving from the sides of your face to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back giving him access to your neck. his lips dance around the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. “is this okay?” he whispers, dragging his hands from your hair to the hem of your shirt. 

you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the floor with his clothes. you lean back and give timothee free reign of your chest and stomach. he makes his way from your neck down and across your chest. your hands rush to knot in his hair as he takes a nipple in his mouth, carefully flicking his tongue across the hardening bud before doing the same to the other. 

"timmy.." you breathe out as he leaves your chest and explores lower. his eyes meet yours as his teeth come into contact with the flimsy waistband of your sleep shorts. "please," you whisper. 

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs; eyes going wide when he sees you have nothing underneath. 

"so pretty," he whispers almost to himself as he throws your shorts in his floor with the rest of your guys' clothes. he runs his finger along your slit, collecting some of your wetness, tasting it. laying back down with your legs over his shoulders, he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. he runs his tongue along your folds and you arch your back in response. he sucks on your clit making you squirm and tangle your fingers tighter in his hair, pushing against his face, eager for more. 

"tim-... timmy," you beg.

timothée kisses his way back up your body. "hm?" he hums softly beside your ear only for you to utter another weak 'please' in response. 

"please… please what, mon amour?" 

"baise moi.." you didn't know much french. you had picked up on a few of timothée's most used phrases, but this you hadn't learned from him, so it caught him off-guard. stuck in a moment of shock. hearing you say something so dirty in french felt so strangely intimate; you didn't have to ask him twice. 

he slips his boxers, finally accompanying you in nakedness, and slips into you, moaning at the feeling of you around him. 

"fuck.. timmy-" you groan as he picks up his pace. he coos sweet nothings into your ear while drilling into your core. 

his head drops to your chest and the soft, sweet praises slowly turn into obscenities. "merde," he groans, picking up his pace even more. holding himself at arms length above you, he throws his head back; lips parted in pure bliss. 

you lift one of your hands to trail down timothée's torso. you lazily drag your fingertips across his chest and down to his stomach. the pleasure building inside you, your hand finds its way to your clit. “timmy... fuck! ple- please don’t stop. fuuuuuck!” 

“défaire pour moi, y/n.” you didn’t think french could ever drive you to orgasm, but when it came from timothé anything was possible. you convulse around him as your wave of pleasure washes over you. timothée reaching his own peak soon after, pulling out and emptying on your stomach. he quickly finds something to clean you up with before plopping down on the bed beside you. many silent moments pass - nothing but heavy breaths leaving either of you - before he speaks up. “you know,” he begins in a soft whisper, “i felt bad- like i was using you. just to go to events with me. i know you don’t really like them but-” 

you cut him off and turn to face him. “i might hate going to those award shows, but they’re a little less bad with you around.” 

he breaks into a wide smile and pulls you closer, putting his head on your stomach. "mon amour, je t'ai toujours aimé." you reach down to play with his curls and begin to drift off on your way to sleep. 

[isolemnlyswear]

without you - song blurb

a/n : we know remus is a bowie stan and i am too so i had to write this. also two fics? in one day? who am i

taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @tomriddleishot @inks-and-jinx @punkrific @jxsperhxle @the-gazette-of-tea @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @incxndio @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory @vsawyer1989 @fathermarty

warnings : none except one brief food mention (y/n is making dinner?)

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The click and consequential whir of the record player is audible through the kitchen in your London apartment, and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Lemme guess, Rem,” you say, feigning contemplation as you tap your chin. “Bowie?”

Remus grins that crooked grin of his, nodding. “You know me too well.”

“Well, I s’pose I have to considering I'm your wife, now,” you quip, sighing sarcastically and leaning against the counter as your pasta simmers on the stove.

“Oh, bugger off,” Remus rolls his eyes, biting back the smile that pulls at his lips.

You shake your head, looking down at the floor. But then, you hear a familiar drum riff, gasping happily and grinning at Remus.

He smiles back, taking your hand and twirling you so that your back is to his front. He twirls you back around, looking into your eyes.

Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand

You sway your hips a little bit, shaking your head softly to the beat, and Remus laughs.

Just when the best things in life are gone

He grins, and you lip-sync the words as you move to stir the food bubbling on the stovetop.

I look into your eyes

You turn around a moment later, locking eyes with Remus, who's starting at you with pure adoration swimming in his amber irises.

There's no smoke without fire

You grin, clasping your hands around his back and looking up at him.

You're exactly who I want to be with

Remus sings that line into your ear, just barely loud enough to hear, but the vibrations in his chest give him away.

Without you

You kiss him, now, smiling into his lips with your arms loose around his neck.

What would I do

He dips you down so that your back is parallel to the ground, garnering a surprised squeal from you, quickly followed by a kiss.

You stand back up, giggling, moving a little to the back beat.

And when I'm willing to call it a day

You mouth the words aimlessly, stirring your food and moving to the refrigerator.

Just when I won't take another chance

Remus is just watching you, in pure adoration, as you bob your head slightly to the music.

I hold your hand

You turn around and Remus pulls you into his chest, holding your hands up near your shoulders, and you grin, laughing quietly.

There's no smoke without fire

He lets your hands loose, and brushes one of his own softly through your hair, causing a gentle blush to creep onto your cheeks. Countless years with this man, and he never failed to make your face heat up.

Woman I love you

He sings the words to you, now, looking directly into your eyes. His grip is on your waist, now, right enough to signal that he's not going to let go.

Without you

What would I do.

[nighttimepixels]

TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;