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moskaisley · 5 years ago

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migraine pt.3 | chronic

gif: @logan-solo

rating: mature

word count: 3k

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, fluff but also ANGST, jealous!mando aka my favorite kind

a/n: this literally took so long to write bc i basically changed the last half of this fic, but i’m rly happy with the results. there was a lot i wanted to include about life before din left, and i thought i’d put them in separate like one shots, but i figured that it would be include in the main story too. this is basically like an anime recap episode LMAO. enjoy!! thanks for the love <3

summary:

“But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives.”

When you and the Mandalorian existed in another time, another place.

parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

ao3 link / masterlist

Dreams these days never really consisted of anything new. Old memories played in your head like a holovid, both the good and the bad. Tonight, they were filled with him.

In the beginning, the two of you never really acknowledged what it was.

You fucked only a few more times after the cockpit. Business always came first, of course, and sex wasn’t a regular occurrence. But when the tension (often mixed with the adrenaline of bounty hunting) became too much to handle, you were all over each other. Most of the time, you were in either of each other’s bunks, and you only did it in the cockpit when you couldn’t bother to go down the ladder. At first, you chalked it up to strictly satisfying physical needs. With the two of you in such close quarters, it only made sense. The aftermath often involved getting dressed and cleaned up in silence. There would be an occasional joke or two, but the discussion usually steered itself towards the next mission.

But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives. Your hands would linger on each other longer. He seemed to loosen up around you, joke around and indulge you in conversation. It was such a stark contrast to his menacing, stoic warrior demeanour he used when rounding up bounties.

Once, you found yourself too distracted and flustered to even spar with him.

“At this rate, you’ll never win a match against me,” he poked, legs straddling your waist as he pinned your arms down

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, irritated. He had won against you using the same move, twice.

You’d never tell him, but your eyes were definitely indulging over the build of his body, imagining the way his bare muscles flexed or his lips moved against yours.

Squirming against him, you hiss, “Off, Mando.”

He chuckles and your chest tightens. I bet his real voice sounds like heaven.

“I dunno, I think I like you like this.”

He studies you under him, helmet tilting sideways watching your chest heave up and down. A wave of heat washes over you at the thought of tearing off his mask and pulling him down for a kiss. Mando lightly laughs again and you swear you’re going to fucking lose it.

“I think you like it too.”

With all your strength, you bring your knee into the small of his back, knocking him forwards as you twist to launch him off of you. After shuffling up to stand, you spin on your heels and march away, embarrassed at how he’s got you flushed and smiling like an idiot schoolgirl.

He’s still groaning in pain when he calls to you, “Done already?”

You stumble on a witty response, “You’re the worst!”

Smooth.

You weren't the only one losing their cool. Mando became a lot more defensive of you in those days; you nearly killed him once because he kept trying to cover you from blaster fire. He even started a bar fight for you.

You hated the stares you received by virtue of being around him; traveling with him always meant that being unassuming was impossible. Normally, people would avert their eyes. If you were particularly lucky, a poor soul would try and push the Mandalorian’s buttons, not realizing they’re digging their own graves. One day, however, you’d hit the jackpot when they decided to target you.

You sat across from him in a booth, patiently waiting for the quarry to pass through; you took the side facing the door while he was turned away, taking advantage of the element of surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, three drunk bumbling idiots stumbled from the opposite end of the bar. Despite your stealthy gaze, one of them locked eyes with you, and when you saw his lips curl into a disgusting smile, you knew you were in for it.

The man you saw and sauntered over to your side of the chair. His friends shuffled behind him like dogs, and he practically beamed when he saw Mando, seemingly nonchalant.

“My my, Mando! You’ve got quite the catch here,” he says, undressing you with his eyes, “Where’d he buy a thing like you, baby?”

Are you fucking serious?

You cocked an eyebrow and shot him a glare in response, but remained quiet. You turn back to your view on the door, praying to Maker that he’d leave you alone. But the man didn’t let up.

Instead, he turns to your partner inquiring,

“How good of a lay is she, huh, Mandalorian? Bet she’d be a real treat for me and my boys” his men move a little closer to corner you both, “How much to take her off your hands?”

Can a girl just exist?

“I’m not for sale,” you snarl, voice tight. A dull pain begins to echo in your temples.

“So she speaks,” Your irritation only seemed to egg him on, “C'mon darlin’ let us take care of you. I promise I’m good for it.”

Your fingers were itching towards your blades, but you were still waiting on the quarry to enter the cantina. A scene would scare him away and you would lose your money and time.

Business comes first.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Mando’s voice cut through your exchange, “Get lost, she said she’s not interested.”

“Now, that’s not what we heard, was it boys?” His men laugh in agreement behind him. His eyes turn dark as he goes to place a hand on your shoulder, “The lady can speak for herself. I think we can negotia-”

A blaster shot whizzes by your ears before you can even think to fight back against him. Mando, ever the gunslinger, shoots again towards his leg, knocking him onto the floor.

And then the whole bar descends into chaos.

Drunkards pile on top of each other as tensions crescendo; the sound of a single shot has everybody up in arms. Your migraine only grows in intensity as the situation spirals out of control. To top it off, amidst the chaos, you see the quarry a few paces away. His eyes were wide watching the shitshow before him, and in a panic, he scurried back out the door.

You’d caught him eventually, but not without traversing the entire underground marketplace that stretched under the city. By the time he was in carbonite and you were both in the cockpit, your irritation boiled over.

“Are you insane, Din?” You fumed, “When did you get so careless? We nearly lost him!”

He simply looked at you as if you knew the answer, but his silence only fueled your exasperation.

“Fine, don’t talk to me,” you grumbled, throwing your hands in the air, “I’ll be in the refresher.”

You turned to leave, but his gloved hand suddenly gripped your upper arm, spinning you into his chest. It was then that you realized how much bigger he was, dwarfing you in his arms as he rubbed the space above your elbows.

“He was gonna touch you,” Mando’s voice was low, bordering on a growl.

Oh. The air in the room shifts dramatically.

You take a shaky breath, your voice quieting down to a whisper, “And if he did?”

The gloved hands on your arms squeeze like a vice grip. Your heart swells.

“He’d have a hole in his head.”

Your expression softens before your lips spread into a sly smile. You move as close as you can, eyes boring into the black space of his visor.

“Tell me something,” you swallow hard as you gingerly move his hands to your waist and trace your fingertips over his breastplate. Mando’s breathing is ragged through his vocoder, and you relish in his excitement. You bat your eyelashes a few times before peering up at him.

“How good of a lay am I, Mandalorian?”

His fingers dig deeper into your sides before pulling you even closer, erection already stiffening against you. He groans out a response, “Let’s find out.”

There were little things that warmed your heart, too. When you were stuck in your bunk with a migraine, he never let you get up to do anything by yourself. He brought you water and food and he took extra care in opening the door so no light was let in and he wasn’t too loud. When you could tell he was dozing off in hyperspace, you forced him to go to bed. If he was particularly stubborn, you shoved him into the co-pilot’s chair and covered him with a blanket. Sometimes, if you came across a market with a few extra credits, you’d cook him a real meal, leagues better than the shitty ration packs you normally partook in.

And then, there was the first time he kissed you.

You were strolling through a bazaar before a job when you stopped at a produce stand, excitedly picking up a fuzzy white peach from the box.

“I haven’t eaten one of these since I was a teenager,” you say, bringing up it to your nose and sniffing, “They smell amazing. We should get some later.”

Much to your chagrin, the job went south that day. You were so frustrated and angry that you’d completely forgotten about it, caked in mud and grime demanding to go straight back to the Razor Crest.

Holed up in your bunk and fresh out the shower, you were clad in only a long sleeve shirt and underwear when you heard him knock. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see the fiercest hunter in the parsec standing before you with a plate of peaches from the market, sliced neatly into little wedges.

Mando sat with you on your bed as he watched you eat; you told him about how the fruit used to grow on trees in your family’s orchard in the summer. Though you acted like you were sick of them, you always ate it when you were upset. You smiled at the memory of your adolescence, silently cutting up the fruit into wedges and eating them outside during dawn, right after your first break up with some boy.

You were so caught up in the memory that you nearly jumped when Mando leaned in and took your chin in his right hand. His finger traced over the side of your lips, and your heart raced in your chest.

“Sorry, it’s just,” he uttered, “It was going to drip on your chin.”

You would’ve thought he’d lit your body on fire. Your core ached and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. When he began to pull back, it felt like instinct to grab his wrist and keep his hand near your face. You leaned into his touch, pressing a chaste kiss to his thumb.

You began to crawl across your bunk to him when he stopped you, “Wait.”

Mando stood, and closed the door and shut the lights off. Darkness enveloped you both, and you called out to him, “Din?” His voice cut through the inky dark, “Can you see anything?”

You hear him shuffle, as he stands in front of you, “I dunno, can I?”

“Y/N,” he urged, impatient.

“No, Din. I can’t see.”

And then you hear the air hiss, and metal clanging to the floor. Realization hit like a meteor crash.

He took it off.

You panic immediately.

“Din, wait! What are you doi-”

You shut up the instant his hands cup your face and his lips are on yours.

And it felt delightful, better than any kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes flutter shut as you deepen the kiss. Your arms go to wrap around his neck, and you pull him even closer, elated at the way his soft hair feels in between your fingers. You were sure that he could taste the sweet, tangy peach on your tongue. When he pulls away for air, your face feels flushed with heat and you could feel your swollen lips.

You’re in a daze, “You kissed me.”

He laughs and you hear it. His real voice. No distortion. No modulator.

“I did.”

He does sound like an angel.

“Do it again.”

When it all broke apart, it wasn’t like the steady, dawdling way you fell in love. The break was quick and it stung worse than any migraine.

“What do you think?”

You walked around the cockpit, tracing your fingers over the controls. “Why? You thinking of an upgrade?” You shoot Mando a smile. He doesn’t seem amused, “It’s nice, I guess. Smaller, though. We already have a tough time fitting together in the Razor Crest.”

You’d been on Nevarro for a few days, having finally finished your last job. Instead of going back to the Crest, however, Mando took you to a shipyard and aboard an empty cruiser. The Slipstream’s windows were big and were much cleaner, but space was still an issue even if you and Din didn’t carry much.

You turn to him expecting a response, but he only says, “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Mando,” you reach for his shoulder, “What is this about? I don’t understand. Why are we here?”

He doesn’t stop to answer, “I said, let’s go.”

You let out a huff as you followed him out of the cockpit. Ever since you landed, Mando’s behavior had flipped like a switch. Your friendly talks had been reduced to one-sided exchanges. He’d been ignoring you, cold like the beskar he donned on his back.

“Mando!”

He kept walking down the loading ramp. His terrible attitude had made your blood simmer for a while, and now it was all boiling over.

You stomp forwards, stopping at the entrance to the hull and shout.

“Din, stop!”

And he does, but he doesn’t turn around.

You’re fuming, “What is your problem? You’ve been in a shitty mood ever since we got here and frankly I-” You’re interrupted by something flying towards you, instinct having you catch in your hands. It’s a small silver device. Code sets, for what could only be the ship you’re currently standing on.

The dots begin to chaotically connect in your head, “What the hell is this?”

“It’s the -”

“No, Din. I know what this fucking thing is,” You’re seething with panic and rage as you hold up the silver box, “I mean, what are you doing?”

He only stares up at you, the mask emotionless and frigid. The reality of the situation was crashing into you like waves; you were begging to any god that this was just a fucked up nightmare. Tears were stinging in your eyes, threatening to pool and pour over.

You hated how your voice cracked, “Answer me!”

“I’m leaving you, Y/N.”

Fuck. Hearing him say it out loud made your gut wrench.

You made an audible sob; you couldn’t control it. Shuffling to the bottom of the ramp, you’re desperate to try and connect to him, bring him back to you. The questions spill from your lips.

“Why? What did I even do? What’s wrong?” You bring your hands up, cupping the sides of his helmet. You whisper through your cries, “Din, please.”

You know. You feel it in your bones. You know he feels it too.

He gently holds your wrists, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” You plead, “I know something’s wrong, you gotta let me in.”

“Y/N, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” he chides, pulling your hands away from his helmet. Your heart feels like it’s in freefall when he turns around to continue walking.

You try to scramble forward to pull him back but to your horror, you’re met with the barrel of a blaster. The noise that roars through your ears sounds like shattering glass. You gape at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief contorting your features. The figure that stood before you was unrecognizable. Because it wasn’t Din, the soft lover who kissed you in the dark and traced words of Mando’a into your sternum. It wasn’t even Mando, the old snarky friend who joked at how bad of a shot you were and who laughs like a complete idiot when he had one too many sips.

It was the Mandalorian, the ruthless and deadly warrior poised and ready to fire you away.

You wake up smelling peaches and blaster smoke.

Shifting to sit up against the wall behind you, you groan at the dull ache in your head and heart. Mando is here with you at the foot of the bed; you’ve memorized the way the bunk feels with or without him.

“Why are the lights off?” You ask.

“I didn’t know if you were going to wake up with a headache or not.”

Of fucking course. It drives you insane how considerate he is sometimes.

You suddenly become more alert as you remember, “Aayn’vida, where is she? Is she safe?”

He quells your anxiety immediately, “She’s safe. I took her to her family.”

“And Khan?”

“Cold.”

You feel him shove pills and a bottle of water into your hands. You took them, and as you both waited for the pain in your head to subside, he told you what happened in Jaemai. As it turns out, Aayn’vida’s mother was a doctor for many years, and she was kind enough to check on you and care for your wounds. Khan’s goon nicked your right side; no major organs were hit, but your skin was likely scarred since it was basically singed off. There was another thing, however. Mando had asked her about the constant migraines, “She said that they can happen because of stress or trauma.”

You laughed bitterly, “Well, we both know I have plenty of that.”

Silence blankets you two again. Even in the dark, you can tell when the Mandalorian is uneasy. You wait for him to confess.

“If I’d known this would’ve happened, I would’ve never asked you to come with me,” he lets out a tired sigh, “I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. Why is he so fucking nice?

“We’ve been through worse,” you say, a familiar feeling fluttering through your chest,

“Besides, this just means I’ve rightfully earned my 80%”

#migraine #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian/reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin/reader #mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fic #baby yoda #pedro pascal #MY HEART IS POUNDING

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Can you do an imagine for Peter Parker with prompts 8, 11, & 15 please? Where the reader tries to break up with Peter because he has been paying more attention to being Spider-Man and not the reader. But Peter won't let her go.

8. “Ask me to stay. Ask me to stay and I will.”

11. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t in love with me.”

15. “I love you.”

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You checked your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour as you sat at Delmar’s, waiting for Peter to show up. You were supposed to have a Valentine’s dinner with him, dinner being picking up subs then heading back to your place to watch some movies. It wasn’t a big deal that it was Valentine’s Day, what was a big deal was this was the third date in a week that Peter had missed or was over an hour late for, 10th this month.

You looked out the window, seeing the sun starting to disappear between the buildings. Delmar made his way to your seat, a frown on his face as he placed your usual on the table. “I don’t think he’s coming, Mija.” He told you but you just shook your head, giving him a forced smile.

“He’s coming. It’s Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t forget.” You turned to look out the window, ignoring the sandwich on the table as Delmar sighed, leaving you be. As soon as he was gone, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through the news for any spiderman sightings but came up empty. You practically threw your phone down on the table, reluctantly deciding to eat without him.

You stayed there for another hour, hoping Peter would walk through those doors. Hoping he didn’t just blow you off. Hoping there was a way to save your relationship. Only when Delmar told you he was closing did you shuffle out of the booth, pulling out your money from your purse. Delmar put his hand out, stopping you. “Sandwich’s on the house. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You insisted that he take the money but he just disagreed, telling you it was the least he could do. “Thank you, really. Happy Valentine’s Day, Delmar.” He gave you a smile before you left the store, slowly walking back to your apartment.

You enjoyed the silence and the cold air, pulling your coat tighter around your body as you called Peter. It rang once before sending you to voicemail, making your stomach fall. He sent you to voicemail.

“Hey Peter.” You began, taking a deep breath and looking around the skies for any chance Peter was above you. “I don’t know what happened to you tonight, but I uh, I hope you’re alright.” You let the call sit, hearing nothing from the other side as you sighed deeply, letting your eyes close and stop walking. “I think we need to talk Peter. Meet me on my roof around midnight?” You laughed bitterly as you listened to yourself. “I guess I’ll be there all night.” You mumbled before hanging up.

You knew you had the apartment alone when you returned, seeing the note from your parents telling you they had left for a hotel in D.C. for their own Valentine’s weekend. You fell into a chair in the kitchen, staring at the movie you rented for the night staring at you from the counter. Running a hand through your hair, you threw your purse on the table, needing a distraction from Peter’s lack of appearance.

You headed up to the roof a little earlier than midnight, needing to think before Peter might show up. Leaning against the edge of the building you rested your head on the ledge, watching the cars below you pass until they turned into blurs. You bought a hand up to your eyes, wiping away the tears barely spilling over until your makeup was a mess and your cheeks were glossy. Your phone’s alarm went off a little after midnight, telling you valentine’s day was over and Peter was late.

Just like you expected.

Peter finally showed up a little up after two, quietly landing behind you on the building. He knew he messed up tonight but he knew you’d forgive him, you always do. Always. “Y/N?” he spoke softly hoping not to scare you but you didn’t even move in the slightest, staring out into the sky.

“You’re late Pete.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I got caught up with Spiderman and by the time I got your call-“ He was making his way over to you, stopping cold when he saw a tear roll down your cheek. “Y/N? Babe, have you been crying?”

“What are we doing, Peter.” You whispered, hoping Peter knew that something was wrong here with your relationship

But Peter was oblivious, reaching out to grab your hand. “What are you talking about?”

You scoffed, turning to face him completely. You held back your tears as you looked at him. “This. Us. Pretending we’re alright.” You gestured between the two of you, pausing to get your words straight when you felt your throat close up. “I can’t do this anymore Peter. I feel like an asshole for saying this, but you care more about that goddamn suit than you do our relationship.” Peter’s grip on your hands tightened and his own tears started to come down. “I think- It think we should break up.”

Peter’s whole world crumbled right in front of him. “B-Break up?” his voice cracked as you nodded, pulling your hands out of his. “W-why-, w-what are you talking about Y/N? We can’t break up!”

“You’re never there Peter!” You yelled at him, taking a step back out of frustration. “Where were you tonight?” you asked him as Peter played with the mask in his hands, not able to answer without breaking down as you nodded, not even needing him to speak. “We had a date tonight Peter. I sat at Delmar’s for 2 hours without so much of a text. Then when I called? You sent me voicemail Pete.” You looked into his brown eyes, seeing the boy you loved, the boy you would always be in love with.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I am, but you know how important Spiderman is. I’m sorry I missed one date.”

“15.” You corrected him as Peter furrowed his brows. “You’ve missed 15 dates in the last month.”

Peter blinked, not believing you were right as he thought back to all the times, he’s had to reschedule a date for Spiderman issues, only to cancel anyways. “I love you.” he croaked as you nodded your head.

“I know Pete.”

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t in love with me.” He begged as you shook your head, reaching out to brush his hair out of his face. You let your hand linger on his cheek.

“I can’t Peter. I do love you. I will always love you. But I need more. I need to know that I can count on my boyfriend to be there for me. I need you to let go. I-I need you to go. I’m sorry.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss on his cheek before walking away with your tears. “Ask me to stay! Ask me to stay and I will. We can fix this!” Peter shouted after you as you turned around, offering him a sad smile.

“I’ve tried Peter. There’s nothing to do to fix this. To fix us. Look, you’ll always be my first love and you’re still one of my closest friends. But that’s all we can be. I’m sorry Peter.” You didn’t let Peter say anything else as you left the roof, rushing down to your apartment and locking the doors and windows before collapsing into tears on the couch.

Peter felt like his heart left with you as he was left alone on the roof, falling onto the ground where you once stood. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. He put on his mask, jumping down to your fire escape to your room. He looked inside, realizing how long it’s been since he was in there with you. When you weren’t in there he moved to your living room window, looking into the dark room to see you barely lit by the lamp next to the couch, showing Peter you sobbing on the couch with tears staining your face. He tried to lift the window open only to see you had locked it. You knew he would come.

“It’s over.” He whispered, pressing a gloved hand on the window before he felt his body shake, falling back against the wall and crying, covering his face with his arms.

A/N: I was surprised by the amount of angsty requests I received until I reread the prompts I wrote and realized like half of them could be angsty af. Anyhow, enjoy! 😊

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 2-13-20

***Requests still open for Valentine’s Day until the end of February!

(Also I’m sorry for all those who aren’t interested in the pieces I’m posting right not but are getting tagged anyways cause they’re on my permanent... there’s so much more coming, so let me know if there’s something you want done somehow 😂)

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sad-af1121 · 5 years ago

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Oh Baby Baby (One-shot)

Summary: You were having a hard time balancing work, home life, and a baby, causing you severe exhaustion so Bucky decides to look after the baby. Everything starts off smooth, but babies aren’t that easy to handle. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: fluuuuff, language, cutenessss A/N: Hey lovelies! It feels great to be writing again! I am a bit slow rn bc I have to get back to the swing of things, but rest assured I hope to be writing more content (which I do have planned :’) With that said, please enjoy!! And a BIG thank you to @colonelconfusion for looking over this. Feedback is welcomed 💜 | Not my gif

Whoever told you postpartum fatigue was all in your head was a fucking liar. Ten rigorous hours of labor then having to endure delivery made you extremely exhausted and lifeless. The baby blues were at their peak but you made a priority to work with your new lifestyle than to struggle. The first two months of being a new mother were rough; you constantly made sure not to mess up with anything, especially now since you were taking care of a small human that you and Bucky created. Obviously, you two were aware that you learn as you go, but everything was just overwhelming for both of you. It felt like Bucky and you were either nursing, changing, or bouncing your baby girl to sleep every hour- a never-ending loop of parenthood. Don’t get it wrong though, every moment spent with your newborn was exciting and full of surprises. Bucky was smitten the first time he laid his eyes on her and vowed to keep her happy and loved- the same was true with the rest of her family, aka the Avengers.

Six months have passed now and things are slowly becoming second nature to you both. But coming back to work has taken its toll and exhaustion pulls your eyes closed whenever you are enjoying the peace of holding your child. You’d shake and stretch your limbs from feeling the fatigue all over again. Whenever the case got bad, Bucky would step in and take care of little Rosie so that you can get a few peaceful hours of rest. Calling it like a game of tag-teaming, punching your card in when you were ready, and punching it back out when you desperately needed a break.

“You sure, Buck? I can wait another hour if you want to watch your game,” you said, feeling the guilt residing in your stomach. But the deep grey bags under your eyes and slouched posture were enough evidence for Bucky to see how badly you needed rest.

“Yes, I’m positive. Rosie’s fed, changed and about to knock out- thanks to the boob,” he smirked, earning a huff of laughter from you. “I’ll have time to watch it on the DVR and catch up with the boys through texts. It's a win-win situation, babe” he assured, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

A wave of relief washed over you, a deep sigh of content releasing afterward. “Fine. But wake me up in two hours, Bucky. Don’t let me oversleep. I’ve gotta make dinner and do the laundry too,” you emphasized. The stress was beginning to come back, making your palms sweat and your fatigue to deepen.

“Oh... kay, time to sleep,” he urged, carefully pushing you into your room. Pulling the covers back, you slid underneath the blanket and snuggled against Bucky’s pillow, rubbing the side of your face into the cloud-like object before slowly wandering to sleep. After checking to see if you had fallen asleep, Bucky quietly tip-toed out of the room, closing the door just slightly behind him.

“Phew,” Bucky breathed, looking down at his daughter who also managed to fall asleep in his arms. “Hmm, that was easy.”

About 45 minutes later, Bucky’s laid back in his chair with a bottle of beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He was able to sync the tv sound to his headphones so that there weren’t any loud sounds around the house that’d wake up his girls. And trust it, that was the last thing he wanted.

“Oh, eat my shorts, Parker!” He harshly whispered, sending a spider and shoe emoji to Peter in their group text. Unfortunately, Bucky’s team was behind a couple points, nothing too major for a loss, but enough for Clint, Peter, and Tony to make fun of.

Without realizing it, Bucky was loud enough for Rosie to hear and she woke up whimpering and upset. Her small wails were heard through the baby monitor and Bucky quickly paused the television and stilled. He grabbed the monitor and waited, hearing complete silence which resulted in his belief that she fell back to sleep. However, as he’s about to press play, Rosie lets out a loud cry, the sound echoing not only in her nursery but into the living room, too.

“Shit, shit.”

As if wild ducks were chasing him, Bucky rushed to the crib and carefully picked her up. “Daddy’s here, Rosie. Shhh, let's not cry that loud huh? See, I’m right here, baby girl,” he cooed softly, hoping the combination of bouncing her and talking would ease the crying. But it only made it worse.

Bucky was in full panic mode at this point.

No matter what he did, Rosie refused to stop. He tried feeding her, gave her a clean diaper, even played baby mozart- yet it wasn’t enough. Nothing was working. Copious amount of sweat began to build up everywhere as Bucky felt the pressure and panicked.

“Rosie, please for your old man’s sake, please stop crying,” Bucky whined, rubbing small circles on her back before taking a seat on the rocking chair. Right as he was about to lose hope and wake you up, he does the only and last thing he can think of at the moment; he started to fake cry like his baby.

With Rosie in his lap, he brought her face to face and continued to fake cry with her. “Please stop. C’mon buddy, your mama’s gonna kill me.”

As Bucky bawled dramatically, his facial features twist and turn into ugly expressions that capture Rosie’s attention. She quiets down as her tear-stained cheeks mold upwards to a grin before she erupts into giggles, throwing her hands together in happiness. Snapping his eyes open, Bucky chuckled breathlessly in relief, shaking his head with disbelief.

“I’m glad to know you find amusement in my death,” He smirked, blowing a strand of hair out from his face. Rosie cooes for a bit then snuggles in Bucky’s chest, grabbing a fist full of his shirt. He doesn’t pull her away because he soon notices she’s dozing off to sleep.

After all that, Bucky realized the baby just wanted his attention.

“God, she’s truly your daughter,” you said, leaning against the door frame. You nearly gave Bucky a heart attack, causing him to jump at your voice.

“Rude.”

You cross your arms over your chest, a smirk threatening to spread across your face, “Crying and whining when she wants attention? Definitely you, Barnes.” You said a matter of factly.

He pursed his lips and nodded, “I’m assuming you're ready to tag in now?” For your amusement, you grab a stuffed penguin from Rosie’s toy shelf and chuck it at Bucky’s head.

Biting his lip, Bucky nods and turns to look at you, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

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chaoticnerdreview · 5 years ago

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Dare Me 09: Bleached Juliet

Before we dive into this episode and we sink our teeth in the gourmet storytelling given to us, I'd like to use this platform to remind you that you're not alone.

Wherever you are in the world, you are not alone. Don't be afraid of how you feel. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Even if you do it anonymously, don't be scared because you know what? Here between us? You are not alone.

Here is Wikipedia's list of hotlines all over the globe and should you need, I know Trevor Project has a chatroom where you can speak anonymously and get all the help you need without saying your name. But please, if you feel that way, remember that we need you here. All of us need you. And it's true that we ignore signs all the time, from others the same way they ignore ours. But if you reach out, they will reach back. Trust me. Just remember that you are not alone.

(gif by the lovely @challengerblue )

With that being said, a tragic play about two star-crossed lovers was written and crossed the globe with countless adaptations. In fact, this play is a case study for high school students in certain countries. If you go out and ask someone if they know about Romeo & Juliet, chances are the person will say they heard about it from a very young age. And, to many, that's the first contact with the romantisation of suicide.

In this episode, we hear Beth craft tale after tale to try figuring out what would make a man kill himself for his lover, in a one sided Romeo & Juliet adaptation. But, if you watch closely and listen attentively, you'll hear what she also says between the lines. How she feels about dying for love. And you'll see how others, even though they're very much alive, are dying from love too, only on the inside.

COLETTE FRENCH AKA THE POISON AND THE DAGGER

If we continue using Romeo & Juliet as a canvas for this story, Colette is not only the poison that killed Romeo but also the dagger Juliet used to kill herself. Colette is the means of destruction for every lover around her and she’s slowly poisoning herself too. Drip by drip. One kiss at a time.

Just because we didn’t see much of her in this episode, doesn’t mean that what we saw wasn’t screaming its importance in our faces. We know she’s grieving too and such a state changes even the most “rock solid” of persons. However, Colette was already broken to begin with and what happened to/with Will only came to further her brokenness.

She went from calling a student her only friend to shutting said student out and avoiding sharing any information. She went from spending as much time away from her husband as possible to wishing he was with her. She went from having everything figured out to not knowing anything whatsoever.

You see, the problem when you use bleach is that it either stains you or removes the colour completely. The same way poison either weakens you or wipes you out completely. Colette stained every part of herself with all the times she had to use bleach in her life and now? Now she’s losing all colour with the poison spreading in her veins.

But hey! At least her loving husband is back............................

BETH CASSIDY AKA JULIET BETWEEN POISON AND DAGGER

Much like to our beloved Juliet, Beth Cassidy is far too smart for her own good. But rather than trusting someone else to relay her plan to the man she wanted to be with forever, Beth leaves clues. Little by little. Here and there. Hoping that the one she loves will see them, catch onto them and meet her halfway.

But, just like she concluded alongside Addy, people miss signs all the time. And when someone leaves, they’re always left wondering if they could’ve done something to stop it. If they could’ve seen it. And the answer is yes, yes they could... If they knew what to look for. If the clues left behind were as clear as the one leaving them thinks they are.

In this episode, we got confirmation time and time again that Beth has thought about walking along the edge of the cliff. Maybe even fall to the other side. Not only that but we heard one person that is used to following any kind of clues admit that she hears that. She sees that. She’s just... Not the person Beth wished saw her.

For now, all Beth can do is watch her Romeo sleepily/drunkenly admit to sins not even the great Edgar Allan Poe could come up with and follow the drops of poison on the floor. It will lead her somewhere shiny and we can only hope that by the time she gets there, the dagger isn’t the only option she sees, otherwise...................

ADDY HANLON AKA POISON FILLED ROMEO

When talking about someone that missed all the signs and lost everything with miscommunications, you have to mention Romeo for he is king of all that. Had he gotten the message or waited a little longer, he wouldn’t have had such a tragic fate and neither would Juliet. With one simple gulp of poison, Romeo ruined 2 lives and 2 families. Just like that.

Addy has been tasting poison, drip by drip, for months now. She’s been taking it straight from the fountain and, as poison does, it clouded her judgement. Made her miss important clues, made her skip important messages. And, tragically, brought her to the place she stands at the moment. Between the dagger in her hand and the poison burning down her throat.

If only she knew how to read clues the same way Beth knows how to leave them, she would’ve solved the mess by now. She would know. She would see. But her infatuation is bigger than any sense of orientation she might have and until she stops drinking poison, revelations that she could’ve easily predicted will continue to smack her in the face.

One day, though, very soon, Addy will have to choose: clear the poison from her system and hide the dagger away or continue to take it. And if she chooses the second option, well, we all know how the story ends................

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taexual · 6 years ago

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Say It Louder / Johnny x Reader (SMUT)

Johnny makes sure this isn’t just another house party for either of you as you and him create some long-lasting memories for yourselves, and for the other guests, too.

pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

warnings: SMUT aka jealous dom!johnny going off y’all this is the filthy and uprotected so WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

words: 5.8k

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ANON REQUEST: Hey there, it’s me, ya girl, here to request my Johnny (Jongdae) Dream Smut 😏😏

It wasn’t exactly a house party but there were far too many people here for you to consider this to be a simple night in. Not to mention, a fairly large number of drinks was involved and nearly every person here was wasted and either laughing pointlessly, or making out with someone. But that’s just another Friday night with your friends.

You were already fairly drunk when you sat down on the armrest of the couch, Jaehyun seated on the cushion next to you. You had lost your balance before and nearly fell off, so, making sure that didn’t happen again, he had his arm draped across your thighs. You didn’t even realize his hands were on you as you laughed at the slightly suggestive comment he’d just made. You leaned in to hit his shoulder, almost falling on top of him in your drunken haze, and Jaehyun was suddenly laughing, too.

Meanwhile, Johnny was watching you.

He was across the room from you, a plastic cup full of beer in his hand. He lost count how many of those he’s finished while watching you and Jaehyun. Johnny’s eyes followed your hands as you flailed them around while explaining something to the younger boy, accidentally spilling some contents of your drink all over yourself and him. Both of you were laughing again.

Johnny felt his fist tighten around the cup. You haven’t glanced at him once. You were laughing and joking around with Jaehyun the whole night instead.

Johnny knew you two were close. You’ve been friends with Jaehyun before you started to date Johnny and it never bothered either of them, but now, as beer poured out of Johnny’s cup and all over his hand, he understood he wasn’t just bothered by how close to him you were.

He was pissed off.

Tossing the drink aside, – and not noticing the way it poured out of the cup and seeped into the carpet, – Johnny got up from his seat and made his way towards you. He was surprised how he managed to pass the crowds of people so easily but he figured they must have scattered because of the stern expression on his face. He looked like he’d killed a man before.

What angered him even more was that you didn’t even notice him when he reached you.

Johnny stopped right in front of the couch but you and Jaehyun both had your eyes closed, laughing for the fiftieth time that night, too occupied with each other to be aware of your surroundings.

“Oh!” Jaehyun suddenly spoke, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Johnny!”

You turned your head at the sound of your boyfriend’s name and finally, your eyes met, immediately sending a hot wave throughout your body.

“Can I talk to you?” Johnny asked you then. Jaehyun, sensing the dangerous undertones in his voice, removed his hands from you, nearly knocking you off the couch in the process.

You recovered your balance fairly quickly – the look in Johnny’s eyes had really sobered you up – and stood up.

“I’ll be right back,” you said to Jaehyun, but really, you weren’t sure if you’d be. Johnny has stolen you away from a party a handful of times before. You knew you rarely ever came back.

“Don’t count on it,” Johnny added, giving Jaehyun a look – that left the younger boy blinking in confusion – and guiding you out of the lounge room where the party was in full swing.

The hallway outside was a little emptier, almost entirely occupied by couples who were too drunk to find rooms and instead settled on sloppily making out on the few sofas that were there.

“So,” Johnny said, as soon as you entered the hallway, stopping right by the staircase. “Having fun, weren’t you?”

“Well, of course,” you said, choosing not to pay attention to his passive-aggressive tone. “We’re at a party.”

Perhaps you’ve underestimated just how stormy and dark his eyes looked or you wouldn’t have replied in such a light tone.

Johnny took a predatory step closer to you and you instinctively moved back, colliding with the wall behind you. The entrance into the lounge was on your left, so you could hear the party very well, and yet all you listened to was Johnny’s heavy breathing as he stopped less than a foot away from you.

“We are,” he said, his voice low. “And, if I remember correctly, we came together.”

“Right,” you said. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying you’re getting around here quite well without me,” he continued. “Jaehyun’s keeping you company, right? What a guy, that one.”

You frowned. “Johnny—”

“No need to check up on your boyfriend,” he kept on talking, closing the distance between you by leaning in closer until you felt the back of your head hit the wall, too. “Tell me something. Do you enjoy making me watch other guys touch you?”

“I—no,” you replied, feeling his scent overcome your senses. The smell of his cologne was still prominent but there were layers of alcohol on him, too. It was irresistible. “He wasn’t touching me. We were just talking.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his breathy voice sending shivers down your spine. “Just talking. With his hands on you. Is that the kind of talking you enjoy, hmm?”

“You’re misunderstanding the—” you tried to say, turning your face away from him, so you could get a grip on yourself and actually decipher the running thoughts in your mind. His close proximity – and the things it did to your body – really distracted you.

But Johnny wanted it to be this way. He wanted you to lose yourself in him as his hand found your chin, tilting it towards him in a rough motion that made you part your lips in a gasp as a new, anticipating fire ignited in your stomach.

“Don’t look away from me,” he commanded and you swore your throat went dry.

You couldn’t understand why his strict, angry voice had this much of an effect on you but it did. And Johnny could see it in your eyes.

“Johnny,” you said but your voice lacked warning and you noticed a grin spread across his face.

“Talking to other guys when you know I’m watching,” he said, his hand slowly making its way down your jawline and towards the nape of your neck. If he hadn’t felt your skin shiver before, he had to feel it now. “Ignoring me the whole night. What are you trying to achieve here?”

“Nothing,” you replied quietly, still trying to explain yourself even if you knew Johnny wasn’t hearing you. “I was just talking to him.”

“Oh, is that so?” he moved his head back as his thumb slid across your throat. The whimper that left your lips at the feeling of his hand on your neck sent electric shocks to his hips and he felt his own lips part at the sight of your eyes slowly darkening, his intentions finally coming across. “Have you forgotten which one of us is your boyfriend?”

He had a firm grip on your neck now, not too rough to cut off your air supply, but just strong enough so you’d feel his control over you. When you didn’t reply, however, his grip tightened just slightly, but that was enough for your back to arch and your hips to come in contact with his as a small, quiet moan passed your lips.

Johnny pulled away as soon as your core brushed against his hardening length, not removing his hand from your neck.

“Ah, I see how it is,” a smirk was on his lips now. “You actually like this, don’t you? My dirty little girl loves having my hand around her neck.”

You had no time to say anything because Johnny’s whole body was suddenly pushing you into the wall and all of your thoughts turned into an incomprehensible mess as soon as the pleasurable feeling of his hand around your neck mixed with the desire his fully clothed hips ignited by pushing into you harder. God, he could really make you see stars without even bothering to take either of your clothes off.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Johnny whispered, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the side of your neck as opposed to the rough grip he had around your throat. His free hand toyed with the waistband of your jeans until it finally slid to the zipper, not rushing to undo it just yet. “Completely at my will, responding to all of my touches. I love it.”

“J-Johnny,” you tried to say but your words came out as a breath. His touch had you struggling to breathe already but his hand on your throat just amplified the feeling and you swore you were starting to forget that the two of you were in a hallway, surrounded by people. “Please. But n-not here.”

“Not here?” Johnny repeated, understanding your choked out words as his hand undid the button of your jeans. “Oh, you don’t want anyone to see? But you were fine with me watching Jaehyun flirt with you just a minute ago. I think he needs to hear you.”

“Johhny,” you exhaled, seemingly forgetting every other word aside from his name when his hand slipped into your jeans. His light touch felt too good and your back arched into him again but Johnny pushed you back into the wall with his thigh. “I-I want—the p-people might see—”

“Let them,” he said, gently brushing his fingers against your clothed sex, feeling its wetness and spreading it around until you closed your eyes, sighing as deep as his grip on your throat allowed you to. “It’s only fair for everyone to see whom you really came here with.”

You had no arguments left in you as soon as he gently moved your panties to a side to have easier access to your core. You hadn’t really wanted him to stop anyway – hence why you weren’t pushing him away and screaming at him – but now you felt like you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to as he brushed his index finger against your folds.

“You better show everyone who’s making you feel this way,” Johnny’s husky voice was right by your ear as he leaned in closer to you, pressing a kiss to your jawline, right above his fingers that remained on your throat.

He brushed teasing stripes over your folds with his finger before you felt his thumb begin to rub circles on your clit. The sudden motion made you gasp throatily and grab the wrist of Johnny’s right hand – the one on your neck – for support.

“My dirty girl, allowing me to fuck her with my fingers right here, where anyone can see,” he whispered, enjoying the way you were squirming from the smallest movement of his digits. “Does that feel good?”

His body, leaning against you, covered you from any onlookers so no one should have noticed what the two of you were getting up to but your mind was still buzzing with the excitement of doing this in such an open place. Johnny had never kept the two of you bound to the bedroom but this was the first time he was touching you like this in public.

“Y-yes. Please,” you found yourself whimpering throatily, unsure what you were asking him. “J-Johnny.”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teased, his thumb moving relatively quickly, toying with a bundle of nerves on your clit. “You’re going to have to be louder for me, baby girl.”

Although he was making you feel good and although a part of you truly enjoyed the danger of the open space, you were also unable to allow yourself to fully open your mouth, not just because it was hard to be loud with Johnny’s hand on your throat but also because you were slightly terrified of what would happen if someone did catch the two of you here.

When Johnny noticed that you weren’t replying and the only sounds passing your lips were heavy breaths, though, he used one of his fingers to enter you, no longer wishing to tease you, but immediately settling for a fast pace. He just needed to hear you as he loosened his grip on your throat and moved his fingers in and out of you.

And that’s when he finally heard you as your eyes widened at the blissful way his fingers were moving inside of you. “Oh! F-fuck, Johnny!”

If people were listening to you, they chose not to show it, because, at this point, you were sure anyone in close proximity had to hear your desperate moans as Johnny entered another finger, circling it around and rubbing your walls in just the right way.

“Good girl,” Johnny praised, enjoying your sounds of pleasure. “Letting my fingers make you feel good right here in front of everyone at this party. You just want to get caught, don’t you?”

You had to admit to yourself – even if your mind was clouded by the haze that the movement of Johnny’s fingers had put you in – that you didn’t really care anymore. He was making you feel far too good for you to register anything that was happening around you and, deep inside, you knew Johnny would never allow the two of you to get caught having sex. He was willing to let others hear you, but never see you. That was for his eyes only.

The adrenaline, however, strengthened the approaching wave of pleasure as you felt a knot form in your stomach and thrust your hips into his hand, wordlessly asking him to go harder.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Johnny purred, his voice lacking the previous aggression but sounding just as controlling as before. “Feels good, hmm?”

“Oh, f-fuck, Johnny, please—”

You gasped loudly when he suddenly pulled his hand away from you and out of your jeans. Whimpering at the loss of contact – and nearly pushing him off of you after you felt your orgasm recede into the distance again – you gave him a questionable look.

“Oh, baby, if you could see yourself right now,” Johnny said softly, his hand still on your neck although you barely felt it there. He leaned in to press a sloppy kiss on your lips, the first one tonight before continuing, “you’re so desperate to come. So desperate for me to get you off. I love seeing you like this,” he kissed you again, the feeling of his tongue against yours sending new sparks to your core. “I’m going to give you what you want, baby girl. But I’ll make you beg for it first.”

With that, he was already pulling you away from the wall. His hand left your neck and you found yourself coughing, uncomfortable at the sudden coldness that settled on your skin. Before you could properly zip your jeans up, Johnny was dragging you up the stairs, to the second floor of the house.

You didn’t have the courage to look at the other guests in case they were watching you, and Johnny didn’t give you a chance to look at anything other than the steps in front of you anyway, with the speed that he was taking you upstairs. Clearly, he wanted you as much as you wanted him, but he was absolutely not going to make it easy for you tonight.

Luckily, the first door Johnny opened, turned out to be an empty bedroom. He pulled you inside, locking the door with one hand while he held you with the other.

“No audience this time, baby,” he told you, his eyes burning with lust. “It’s just you and me now.”

In merely a second, his mouth was on yours. His kisses were the furthest thing from gentle as he blindly located the bed and pushed you on it, waiting until you crawled towards the headrest. He wasted a few precious seconds admiring how flushed your face looked before climbing on top of you and kissing you again.

There was no time for any kind of prolonged foreplay this time as Johnny slid your jeans down without removing his lips from yours. Your tongues disappeared in each other’s mouths as your hands roamed each other’s bodies, not trying to make any of this romantic because it wasn’t supposed to be. It was raw and so fucking hot.

As soon as he tossed your jeans off, his hands were on your shirt. You bit his lip – an accident, really – and, growling at your ministration, Johnny ended up nearly ripping your blouse off of you, not caring where it landed in the room. He needed to see you with as little clothing as possible and as soon as possible.

“Johnny,” you whispered, not certain if you were warning him to be more careful with your clothes, or urging him to go even faster.

“I’m here, baby,” he pulled away from you, unable to resist watching your body for a good minute as he fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his jeans. “Now, I’m going to need you to do something for me.”

You perked up right away. The obedient side of you was awfully big today.

Pulling his jeans down his legs, Johnny bit his lip at the feeling of his cock no longer restrained by the tight material. Then, he placed another kiss on your lips and flipped you around so that you were straddling him. Carefully lifting himself up on his elbows, he leaned his head against the headrest. You moved in to kiss him again, but he pulled away just a second later, giving you a sneaky smile.

“I need you to show me I’m the only one who’ll ever get to see your pretty lips wrapped tightly around me,” he spoke, every single word sending all of your cells into overdrive. “There will never be anyone else to have you like this, will there, baby?”

You were too busy pushing his shirt off his head to answer him and Johnny didn’t like that. Sitting up until you two were chest-to-chest, he grabbed your face with both of his hands.

“Did you hear me, baby?” he questioned, the roughness of his actions nearly making your head spin with desire. You managed a nod, and Johnny licked his lips. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” your response was immediate. “S-so much.”

Your breathy voice seemed to make him even harder and he let go of your face, leaning his head back against the headboard. “Then show me.”

You were more than happy to remove his boxers, taking your time pulling them down his thighs to repay him for stealing your orgasm from you before. You didn’t want to tease him too much, though. You were far too eager to touch him and Johnny wasn’t going to allow you to drag this out for too long. You could see the way he was clenching all of his muscles as his eyes followed your every move.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he encouraged as you shifted your body into a more comfortable position before leaning down towards him.

Gently, you wrapped your hand around his length, teasing the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum – and trying to ignore the breathy sigh that passed Johnny’s lips immediately after he felt your touch – before finally pressing your lips to it. You kissed the head, going down his length with light, butterfly kisses that had him bucking his hips up into your hand.

“I’m going to need you to quit it with the teasing, sweetheart,” he warned and you took that as encouragement to finally put him in your mouth.

His breath hitched as soon as he felt your lips around his cock, your tongue pressed flat as you licked down his length. Not wanting to leave a spot untouched, you wrapped your hand around the rest of his cock, stroking it a few times, using your own saliva as lubrication to make the movement of your hand smoother.

“Oh, that’s good, baby,” Johnny grunted and your grip on him tightened just a little. “So good.”

You removed your lips from him with a loud pop, squeezing and stroking his length for a few seconds, just so see his reaction. Just as Johnny was opening his mouth – perhaps, ready to praise you again – you wrapped your lips around his cock again, making him exhale loudly instead.

“That’s r-right,” he tried to speak but it was difficult for him to get his thoughts together as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head and stroking him where your mouth couldn’t reach. “Such a good girl for me. I f-fucking love your mouth.”

Never having been one to use this much extensive dirty language, Johnny managed to turn you on even more, although you were sure it wasn’t possible to feel hotter than you did when you felt his hand in your hair, pushing you down into him. You felt yourself choke on his length as it hit the back of your throat but the guttural moans leaving Johnny’s lips prompted you to keep going.

With your tongue playing around his cock, one of your hands slid down to his balls. As soon as you took them in your hand, fondling and squeezing gently, Johnny threw his head back, the headboard hitting the wall loudly.

“Fuck, baby,” his words came out in a huff. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to—oh, shit.”

Your teeth had grazed his tip – just barely – but the odd, painful sensation made Johnny’s grip on your hair tighten as he pushed you down onto his cock harder. Trying not to gag you, he inhaled through his teeth, listening to your soft sighs – and lack of objections as you sucked on him obediently – and taking control of your movement as he pushed you down and bucked his hips up into your mouth.

The dominant action made you moan softly but this noise was drowned out by the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time he raised his hips, fucking your mouth. Johnny groaned loudly every time you pursed your lips, taking him so well, and you’ve never heard him make sounds like that before but it was music to your ears.

Suddenly, his hand left your head – which was a clear indication that he wanted you to stop moving – but you kept teasing your tongue up and down his length.

“Baby—ah, fuck—stop, s-stop,” he pleaded for just a second, not wanting to come just yet.

Johnny ended up having to gently lift your head until his cock popped out of your mouth because you weren’t going to stop. Unlike him, you were actually anticipating his release. He thought he’d prevent it by removing your mouth from his length, but the second your eyes met his after you licked your lips, his taste still lingering in your mouth, he swore he almost came right then and there.

“Fuck. The things you do to me…” he exhaled sharply, pulling you closer and connecting your lips in a messy kiss. His hands were still on your face, but they moved down your neck and shoulders as soon as his tongue brushed against yours. “Come here, baby. Get on top of me. I’m not coming unless I’m inside of you.”

Sighing just at his words, you threw one leg over his lap, sitting down so his cock was pressed against your clothed center. Your underwear was the only thing stopping you from feeling Johnny’s skin against yours but he was quick to fix that as he deepened the kiss and undid the clasp of your bra.

Sliding the straps down your arms, he threw the useless material off of you and brought his hands to caress your chest. He felt you sigh into the kiss at the feeling and, squeezing your breasts a little harder, brought his thumbs over your nipples.

“Hmm,” he hummed after you had to break the kiss to breathe after he pinched your nipples, rubbing soothing circles around them to ease the stinging pain. “You look so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” you sighed as one of Johnny’s hands continued to toy with your left nipple and his other hand slid down to your ass, squeezing it and, consequently, bringing your hips into his hardened length, making both of you moan in surprise. “Johnny, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?” he asked, breathing heavily as he lifted you in order to help you slide your panties off. This new position allowed him to bring his mouth to your breasts and he didn’t miss his chance to press a few, lingering kisses on them.

“Ah, f-fuck,” you mewled in delight as his tongue played with your nipple while his hand toyed with your other breast, attempting to give them both equal attention. “Fuck me, Johnny. Please.”

“Oh,” he smiled, pulling away for a moment. “I intend to. I just need to hear how much you want it.”

As his mouth sucked and nibbled on your breast, you grabbed onto his shoulders, involuntarily grinding your hips into his hardened length, “so much. I-I want you s-so much.”

He wasn’t entirely pleased with your answer – or with the movement of your hips – and you felt his teeth dig into the sensitive skin of your chest.

“Shit,” you hissed as his mouth formed an O-shaped mark right above your nipple. He brought his tongue over it to relieve some of the stinging pain. “J-Johnny.”

“I’m not convinced, baby,” he told you, licking his lips as he slid his hands down your back – leaving goosebumps in their wake – until he was firmly gripping your ass. “I need you to be loud and clear for me, yeah? Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck m—ah,” you gasped when you felt him squeeze your ass before bringing it over his length, your folds immediately enveloping the side of his cock. “Fuck me.”

“I said loud.”

“Fuck, Johnny!” you were losing patience as you felt his length rub your clit each time Johnny brought your body closer to his. “For fuck’s sake, f-fuck me. Please!”

“That’s it, baby,” a small chuckle left his lips as he lifted your hips up, aligning himself with your entrance. Just as his tip brushed against your core, you closed your eyes. Johnny’s free hand brought your head down, making you open your eyes again in surprise. “I want you to look at me. Understand?”

Nodding – as you were unable to say anything – you gave him permission to slip his cock inside of you. Looking at him as he stretched you out was an almost impossible task, but Johnny’s intense gaze kept your eyes locked on his.

“So tight,” he grunted quietly, listening to every sigh that left your lips as both of you waited until you adjusted to his length. “I fit inside of you so well, baby girl. You were fucking made for me.”

While he spoke, one of his hands returned to your neck and he allowed his eyes to drift lower, watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. You watched him watch you, unable to think of a situation more intimate than this. And then, Johnny’s hand wrapped around your throat again and you felt yourself inhale sharply.

His eyes returned to yours. “This is what you like, isn’t it?”

He had shifted his body slightly, causing his cock to move inside of you and you closed your eyes instead of answering him, making Johnny tighten his grip on your neck.

“Answer me,” he told you, his other hand gently massaging your lower back. “Do you like having my hand around your neck and my cock inside of you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck,” you tried to speak as loudly as his hand on your neck allowed you to and then moved your hips forwards, feeling him twitch inside of you. “Let m-me ride you. Please.”

Johnny couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of your weak, raspy voice – and, frankly, being so still inside of you was starting to kill him, too. “Ride me, baby girl. As hard as you want.”

As soon as he said it, you lifted your hips off of him, feeling his cock slide out of you, before lowering yourself back down on him. Your movements were slow – almost teasing, really – but each time you slammed back onto him, you felt him rub against your walls and hit the deepest parts inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily, lifting your hips again as the lack of oxygen added more pleasure to the already blissful sensation of Johnny’s length entering you deeper and deeper each time you lowered yourself on him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he rasped, the hand he had on your lower back grabbing your hips tighter. “You can go harder, yeah?”

You weren’t sure if you could. You couldn’t control yourself properly when his hand was pressing into your throat and his cock was slowly tearing you apart.

“I-I—” you started to say as you ground your hips into his. You never finished your sentence but you didn’t need to. He understood exactly what you were trying to say.

He stilled your hips with his free hand and lowered himself into the mattress – the sudden movement causing you to press your hands into his chest – before thrusting his hips upwards over and over again, not giving you a chance to get used to the sudden fast pace.

“Oh my God,” you groaned breathlessly, one of your hands grabbing his wrist, as you held onto his chest with your other hand for balance. “Johnny, f-fuck—”

“Don’t hold back,” he encouraged, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall each time his hips slammed up into yours. He released your neck, wanting to hear more of your voice and needing to hold your hips in place as he fucked into you. “Scream louder, baby girl. Let everyone know who’s the only one who can make you feel this way. Tell them who’s fucking you this good.”

“Oh, fu—” your moan turned into a loud gasp as Johnny flipped you around, no longer content with the previous position. Having you underneath him allowed him to pull out of you almost entirely before slamming back into you so hard, he heard you squeal.

His hands were on either side of you, supporting his weight above you as he thrust his hips in and out of you at an almost brutal pace. His cock wasn’t just stretching you out, it was now arched in the perfect way to reach the spots inside of you that made you cry out in pleasure with each of his thrusts.

“Johnny!” you were loud, but you had no time to think about who could hear you as you felt your walls clench each time his length hit your sweet spot. “Fuck, Johnny! Oh my—fuck!”

The sounds you were making and the warmth of your walls all around him were making Johnny realize that he wasn’t going to last long as he groaned, leaning in closer. He may have moved his hands away from your neck but that didn’t mean he was going to make it any easier for you to breathe. As he continued to slam his hips into yours, you felt his lips on your jawline, kissing the skin there and then bringing his teeth down your neck.

“Be a good girl and keep screaming for me,” he growled into your ear, “while I mark you to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” you cried out in response, feeling his mouth attack your neck. The fast pace of his hips thrusting into you and the way he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck was making you dizzy. “Johhny, please, I’m so—”

Knowing how your body worked, – you were even tighter around him now, – Johnny didn’t need your warning to know you were close, too. He sucked on your skin harsher, bringing his hand to one of your breasts to tease your overly-sensitive nipple while his hips – prompted by your almost pulsating core – slammed into you relentlessly.

“A-ah, fuck!” words got stuck in your throat when you felt the knot form in your stomach. The multiple different sensations Johnny was making you feel at once were slowly getting the best of you. “I’m going to come, Johnny! P-Please!”

“Relax, baby girl,” his voice was pure lust as he brought his tongue over the marks he’s made on your neck, turning your moans into loud hisses. “You’re so beautiful. Relax and come for me, come on.”

“I-I’m—” you started quietly but ended up screaming out his name instead, as he lifted himself up from you just slightly and the angle of his cock changed, allowing him to hit your sweet spot two, three, four times in a row.

You were coming before you knew it, allowing the blissful wave to wash over you as Johnny groaned at the feeling of you squirming under him, bucking your hips up into his to prolong the pleasurable feeling. His name was the only sound on your lips and – as he brought his hands to touch you wherever he could – he felt himself near his edge as well.

“Good girl,” he encouraged breathlessly, holding you down into the bed as you thrashed around, struggling to breathe as your orgasm took over your body. “So f-fucking beautiful. You’re so—oh, fucking shit.”

You had opened your eyes to look at him, the most beautiful moan slipping past your lips as the last bits of your orgasm faded from your mouth, and he felt himself let go. Grunting loudly, he slammed his hips into you harshly, stilling inside as he felt his orgasm approach. His eyes squeezed shut as he growled, thrusting himself into you again shakily.

Releasing his load inside of you with a loud groan, he stayed still for another few seconds – recovering his breath – and then felt you shudder after he pulled out of you, the cold air hitting your core immediately.

Both of your chests were rising and falling rapidly as Johnny leaned down to kiss you, his tired breath mixing with yours.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, lying down next to you and throwing an arm over you as he was unable to stop himself from touching you. “You’re always so good to me.”

You smiled tiredly. “I love you.”

He placed another lazy kiss to your lips, not bothering about the messy way your mouths moved against each other.

“Mm,” you hummed, trying to pull away from the liplock. “S-should we go back to the party?”

“What party?”

Johnny looked genuinely confused, so you nodded your head towards the door. “The one downstairs.”

“Absolutely not,” he replied then. “Our party is right here.”

You smiled at this, allowing him to kiss you again as you started to realize that making out lazily while both of you tried to regain your energy after sex might have been your favorite part of this whole night. Scratch that, it might have been your favorite part of your whole life.

There was a huge contrast between the controlling way Johnny had held you before and his soft, lingering touches as he kissed you with the highest form of affection imaginable now. You loved both sides of him equally and felt your stomach twist in anticipation of getting to experience this again and again.

And then, a loud knock startled you both awake from this fantasy.

“Johnny, you fucking asshole, are you done yet?!” someone behind the door yelled. They didn’t sound angry, though. If anything, they sounded slightly amused. “The whole fucking house can hear you!”

You gasped quietly but Johnny didn’t look phased by this at all.

“Get used to it!” he called out, a promising grin on his lips. “We’re just getting started.”

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estrangedaframian · 6 years ago

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Ninety-Nine Percent Better

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,589

Summary: While hunting for a Whisper (aka were-pire) with Castiel, Reader must contend with their social anxiety. Fluff and mixed-feelings ensue.

Prompt/Request: Castel x Reader with Social Anxiety by @fandomsthatkandiceloves

Rated: PG. Mild language, mentions of violence.

A/N: This marks my first-ever ‘reader x’ story, so please let me hear your thoughts. I tried to keep the reader as inclusive as I could, while still providing a bit of a lovey edge to her/him. That said, the love can be perceived as either romantic, or non-romantic. Whichever you like best, or feel... Great for boils and ghouls of all ages! (The use of Y/N has been replaced with a double-underscore.)

~ Enjoy!

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You were a hunter who preferred staying indoors, and that made you a walking, stalking— shooting— paradox.

Castiel, as it happened, was a paradox of biblical proportions. And so naturally, you two got along swimmingly. You liked the Winchesters well enough, but they were also bleak in that very human way— though if it hadn’t been for their flanneled hospitality, you wouldn’t be here, after all— maybe alive, maybe dead— but certainly not in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, sitting comfortably as an honourary person of letters in the vein of Henry Winchester and Josie Sands…

Your buddy Cas, on the other hand— despite his Neo-Noir good looks and according hint of aftershave— was never truly apart from his Precious Moments milieu. The Angel was at once the essence of everything you felt was missing in humanity; as well as the too few parts you loved about it.

As the harvest sun settled, a cornucopia of cumulus hanging low, the muddy earth gripping the soles of your boots— the supply store came into view. The storefront was brick, capped off by a bright red awning, an inexpensive vinyl-like material printed with bold black lettering: WE SELL AMMO.

Your partner for this particular hunting trip was none other than Castiel. He wore one of the same number of coat-and-tie combinations he always did, but something about the sky and him on this evening… You couldn’t describe it, but it appealed to you. He appealed to you. Much so. That kindness, that raw power. The manner in which the wind tousled his humble haircut, teasing his put-on-backwards tie to the point where it flapped like a lame-winged bird, and how he almost seemed to be the causal force of such wacky yet refined weather.

His proximity to you was meticulous, one step behind you—two or three, if you got excitable— and his feet made no more disturbance over the crisp forest floor than a squirrel’s paws might have. Less perhaps, for Castiel wasn’t the least bit squirrelly.

“There,” he spoke, his voice hushed, almost hallow, and he placed a hand on your shoulder, pointing you in the direction of the store.

“… That place? What about it, Cas?” The present and ongoing pursuit of a ‘Whisper’ wanted you to be tense, but you couldn’t be; not while God’s grace disguised as a private dick was THIS close to you.

Generally, Castiel’s expression remained unchanged from that of saccharine and matter of fact, but as his ocular oceans sank down to his shotgun’s empty barrel, you knew he was feeling heavy-hearted about something or other.

“I’m out… and I know you are, too.” Intense light poured from a sliver in the Angel’s wounded cheek— slashed early on in the hunt by the elusive ‘were-pire’ which was your prey of the hour, as it were. Watching your back, he simply had not the time nor strength enough to fix it. “Speak not of your condition, __.” Cas raised his hand from your shoulder (you were amazed at how long he let it linger there), and began rummaging in his coat’s inner pockets. “I saw it in your heart— ”

Your breath hitched in your chest as he spoke— interrupting his serene, severe thought process— your aforementioned organ thumping inside you to the beat of an ill-tuned drum. For his sake, you mostly kept your composure.

“Wait. What do you mean? You lost me, buddy,” you said, your attention torn between Castiel and the ominous dead-end surplus in the foreground of where you and Cas both stood by quietly.

“Social anxiety.” He blinked, completely non-judgmental, his face awash with all the caring and stone of a Churchyard. This face— Castiel’s face— would be the death of you, you thought, struck again with the duality of the earth Angel you cherished above all others— Angel, and non.

You wanted to speak, wanted to explain yourself.

“You thought I was going to ask you to go into there… I was,” he confessed plainly. “With my vessel as it is, I thought our ‘luck’ at getting what we need approximately ninety-nine percent better at your behest.”

Forever befuddled, you allowed yourself to slump to the ground in an exhausted, marginally comfortable, sitting position. Castiel followed suit, assuming a gargoyle crouch at your side.

“I can’t lie to you, Cas— Yeah, the place rubs me the wrong way. Same as every public place does, except this one has the element of cobwebs and surprise! Has anyone even been inside there in the last… decade? Doctor Doom could be our cashier, for Christ’s sake!” Sorry, Lord’s name in vain. You grimaced out your apology, but Cas made no acknowledgement of either your slur or your sorrow.

In a manner he was as perplexed by your nature as you by his; he was hung up on your reference to comic villainy and improbable passages of time. You were a fool in the grand scheme of things, but you were his fool to protect.

Cas was now sitting alongside you, his transfigured legs stretched out in a sequence similar to your own. When did this happen? It seemed, as usual, his segueing was too fast for your human eye to conceive, and you cursed yourself for always missing out on strange little moments like these.

“If… Doom were the cashier,” Cas started slowly, way too deep into postulation, “that would be fortunate, wouldn’t it? The man wears much silver… We could fell him where he counts the change, and melt down his armour, and fashion it into new silver bullets.” He stared at you, his steely gaze fishing for a battle plan, his pink mouth not bent to any one emotion. It reminded you how helpless he was, all things considered.

Leaning, you pressed a tragic-hero type kiss to his brilliant wound, half imagining that your true love would seal it up ‘magically’. Alas, the blinding grace continued to shine from within Castiel’s cheek, and you still felt like shit thinking of how you would approach the employee lurking behind the blazing OPEN sign beyond.

“No matter,” Cas resumed, “I’ve thought of something. My angel blade— we shall pawn it for ammunition. Silver blades, in any case.” Belatedly, he raised an eyebrow in response to your PDA, but said nothing of it.

You sprang to your feet in protest. “No way!” Crap. Looking around, you lowered your voice. “I can’t let you do that over my stupid anx… What, Angel blades don’t work on Whispers?” You groaned, prompting Castiel to rise and subsequently embrace you. It was, in reality, his idiosyncratically tight grip on your arm, a silent ‘Get yourself together, man’. But you would gladly accept it as a hug.

“—They don’t. And it’s like you said, no one comes here. We can return for the Angel blade later,” Cas assured you. “I wouldn’t dream of letting it lie around for long. In the wrong hands… it’s suicide.”

“You’re really insisting, aren’t you? Well, at least let me put something over your grace… ” With several layers to spare, you reached for your thinnest shirt, and with a healthy tug— you tore off a portion of cloth. In a jiff, you fixed the makeshift bandage around Castiel’s head, taking advantage (inconspicuously if not innocently) of the chance to feel up his stubble and jawline. When you were through, the Angel looked passably pathetic— a regular ol’ guy after a regular ol’ hunting accident.

“There. Good as old!” Beaming, you admired your work. You didn’t even mind that Castiel forgot to laugh at your funny.

“Thank you… I won’t be long.” He handed you his everyday knife, hoping it would give you at least a little extra protection while he left you unattended. “We should continue down that way,” Castiel flagged the southwest of the store’s exterior, proceeding towards the entrance. “Wish me luck?”

“I love you, Cas.”

That’s when the door chimed. A moment later, you thought you could hear a peaceable back-and-forth between Castiel and the mystery worker, but perhaps that was the former’s powers putting your mind at rest. You wouldn’t know until he emerged— an arm through a thanks for shopping plastic bag heavy with goods, and the other arm wielding his angel blade.

“The cashier wasn’t Doctor Doom… ” Castiel informed you, as the both of you (now a kosher distance from the eerie place of business), continued walking. “He was a Whisper. THE Whisper.”

“WHAT? Why didn’t you shout, or send Angel... signals… or something?!” It was concern forming your words. That, and being bummed out at losing another shot at proving you could defend your star-crossed constant companion (that’s what you wished he was, anyways— your constant companion). “How did you… know?” He’d told you all the details before, but you’d never seen one in person. And though you got the gist of hybrids, the specs. were still very much above your understanding.

“He asked me when’s the solar eclipse,” Cas explained.

“And you killed him? Jesus!” Whoops. “Lots of people are interested in eclipses, and it doesn’t mean they’re a were-pire!” Dammit, Dean had all but drilled that title into your skull. “It’s probably the only thing someone like him— being someone from around nowhere— has going for him.”

“I told him it was today, and then he attacked me… ”

“Oh… Guess I owe you an apology. Sorry, Cas.”

“It’s tomorrow.”

*** END ***

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fiftysevenacademics · 7 years ago

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I watched You Me and Him last night and can honestly say it’s the single worst thing I’ve watched on TV or in the movies in 2017.

The only good things about this movie are 1. David Tennant is still gorgeous and adorable. The best part of the movie are the gifs people have made from the handful of scenes where he’s especially cute. 2. Sarah Parish gives a delicious performance, as does Nina Sosanya. 3. Ingrid Oliver, aka Osgood from Doctor Who, is in it! Always fun to see Doctor Who alumni in a movie.

SPOILERS BELOW

The writing was cringe-worthy. So abysmally bad with tasteless, dated jokes. I kept feeling like it should be a Seinfeld episode-- horrible people saying tacky things in the 1990s. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Seinfeld, and if this had been a comedy making fun of people’s worst impulses and behaviors, it might have been funny. It might have been funny if it had been a no holds barred gross out comedy like Bridesmaids. But no, I think we were supposed to see it as a lighthearted romantic comedy.

I don’t know anything about Daisy Aitkens. Is she queer? On her instagram she says she just got engaged to a man, so who knows? Maybe bi? I don’t know what makes her feel like she knows anything about lesbian relationships or being queer, although based on her screenplay, it would appear she knows rather little. It’s all so, “ha ha let’s show how ignorant this guy is by making him ask who’s the man and how do two women do it”, and that sort of thing.

The horrible script was made even worse by absolutely wretched directing. The timing was off on everything-- scenes moved too slowly or too fast, it was all just somehow off kilter to me. The relentless cheerfulness of all the characters made me want to scream. The fact that all the main women look like Daisy Aitkens and/or Georgia Tennant (who of course had to also appear as an extra just to complete the experience) had me rolling my eyes. It could’ve been cute to have two women being pregnant together, but the craving jokes and the having to pee jokes fell flat and, like I said, might have been funny if it was a gross out comedy but as she directed, it was just dumb. Like, yeah, I’ve had two babies, show me something new and funny about it and maybe I’ll give you a chuckle in return. Plus, the way she directed the pregnant women to constantly hold or rub their bellies had me literally screaming: YOU DON’T NEED TO HOLD YOUR BABY IN! YOUR UTERUS AND ABDOMINAL MUSCLES DO A PERFECTLY FINE JOB ALL ON THEIR OWN! Maybe they couldn’t afford good prosthetics and the actresses literally had to hold their bellies on.

I could not stand Olivia. What a vain, obnoxious character. I do not see what Alex saw in her and the two actresses had zero chemistry. We keep being told how much they love each other, but I couldn’t believe it for even one second.

Why did Olivia and Alex have so many serious discussions about their relationship at parties? Oh, because that’s supposed to be funny, or build drama, or something I guess. But it was ridiculous. Olivia starting artificial insemination without even telling Alex? What the fuck. Get out of that relationship Alex. Again, absolutely no idea how couples, gay or straight, negotiate these things, and it’s not funny when one partner announces to the other they’ve started this expensive medical procedure that will change their lives.

The whole "we need to invite this sexist pig into our family because we need his money to raise our two children” thing? Yeah, like, all the queer women I know (me included) are pretty into not being around sexist “meninist” pigs, and would never allow ourselves to be economically dependent on one. Plus, Olivia is a lawyer? So stupid.

I actually am not bothered by the lesbian having blackout drunk sex at a party with a sleazy meninist because first, sexuality is a weird thing and second, I’m sure every one of us has a few “well that’s something I didn’t think I’d do and don’t want to do again” experiences. Besides, we’re never told explicitly that Alex has absolutely no attraction to men. I don’t in the slightest think this reinforces some kind of narrative about “corrective rape” or whatever people are saying because first, Alex doesn’t feel raped or claim to have been raped and second, it doesn’t turn her straight, in spite of what John likes to pretend. He knows it didn’t turn her straight and she never wants to have sex with him or any man again. It was a one time thing and the movie never presents it any other way.

What did bother me was that Alex then had to be “punished” for her transgression by losing her baby.

But, again, that’s one of the reasons I think this movie would’ve worked better as a gross out comedy like the Hangover or something. If you’re going to go that route, you gotta go all in and make it over the top and ridiculous.

What bothered me most about this movie was the way it soft pedaled meninism. These people have made life hell for women in America, misogynists run our fucking government now, and they are not cute or funny or endearing. The movie tried to portray John as a basically nice guy who used meninism (called “manism” in the movie) as a shield to cover his vulnerability and awareness of his own failures as a man. Men who adhere to this ideology are certainly failures as men, and maybe some of them really are nice guys deep down inside, but so what. Fuck them all. They are the enemy and what I absolutely do not buy about this movie is that two lesbians would become friends with a guy like that. Not even if he’s as gorgeous and adorable as David Tennant. Like, speaking for myself and my group of friends, we barely even want to be friends with men in the first place, and if we do, they’ve got to be really good to women.

John never renounces his ideology, never gives up his website, never has a moment of introspection where he changes and becomes a feminist or, at least, a man who wholeheartedly respects and supports women. He just slips into their lives as a guy who likes to brush a lesbian’s hair like a sister even while still believing in some kind of “alpha male” BS. I really hate how gentle this movie is with misogyny.

Again, this would’ve worked better if it had been an over the top comedy instead of fancying itself a romcom. Make him evil, set up a lot of conflict, give him a change of heart at the end. But no. None of that happened.

The sole funny thing in this movie is the idea of an obstetrician who is grossed out by vaginas. But again, big comedic opportunity wasted by not making it over the top and kind of gross.

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teamkaiforever · 7 years ago

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MIDNIGHT SURPRISES

Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 818 warning : smut summary : a sequel to ‘If You Want It - Take It’ *not my gif (P.S. Had to repost cuz for some reason it wasn’t showing anywhere 🙈) ______________________________ Kai laid awake in his bed , thinking about the events from earlier that day. They were supposed to go to the store together but when he had gone upstairs to get her , he had found her laying face first on the bed , punching the mattress while almost screaming at it for some reason. "What did that mattress do to you ?“ he asked a little amused. “Must’ve been pretty bad if you keep punching it like that. Remind me never to get on your bad side.” Y/N looked up , seeing him leaning over her upside down with his hands braced on either side of her head. She rolled over onto her back and he leaned in towards her almost kissing her for a second before tossing himself onto the bed next to her. His girl gripped the sheets , slightly arching her back off the bed and sighed in frustration. “You look nervous. Is everything okay?” he asked innocently turning to his side , casually trailing his fingertips across her thigh moving them in circles. Kai’s eyes followed his movements glancing up at her when his fingertips brushed so slightly across her heat. A sideways smirk showed on his face hearing how her breath got hitched in her throat and her heart race increased to almost dangerous levels. “Yeah , everything is - perfectly fine.” Kai’s fingers slid up her shirt a little and he brushed his palm against her stomach moving it towards her waist , driving her completely mad with every passing second. He wanted nothing more than to cancel their trip to the store , stay home and have fun. "Ahhh Y/N…“ he sighed , glancing at her. “Are you coming with me to the store today or do I have to go alone?” "Um yeah sure.“ she smiled at him , almost completely forgetting how to breath. “I just have to change first.” Y/N got up looking for another t-shirt in the dresser , pulling one of them not really caring what it was. His girl glanced at the tall mirror noticing how he was following her every movement biting his lip while watching her slowly lift his shirt off her body , his eyes widening when he realised she is not wearing any bra. Her hand covered her breasts and she turned sideways tossing him his shirt. "That’s your shirt. Silly me , I mixed up the laundry again.“ she smiled apologetically to him. “Whoops.” “T-thanks.” he stuttered. Kai caught the shirt in mid-air , unable to look away. Y/N was standing right there barely a metre away from him wearing only her panties. For the past few days since their moment he had been fighting the urge to jump on her again even though she had said ‘IF YOU WANT IT TAKE IT’ , he was waiting for her to crack first but he just lost the game. Again. How it was that he kept losing to her ? It wasn’t for the lack of trying , that was for sure. He wished he could pin her to that dresser or bend her over the desk , have his way with her in that mom- "Kai ?“ "What ?” he asked turning towards her , looking all confused as to how she is fully dressed now. Y/N raised her eyebrows and he got up quickly. “Shopping trip. Right. Got it.” A sigh left his lips and he got up , walking barefoot to Y/N’s room which was upstairs almost at the attic (aka Stefan’s room in the real world). Weirdly the door was open and he wondered why that was. For a moment Kai stopped at the door , leaning against the door frame watching her sleep. Kai couldn’t help but smile seeing her there. After their moment almost a week ago , Y/N had stopped protesting whenever he called her ‘sweetheart’ or ‘my girl’. He had a sneaky suspicion she likes it when he does that , considering how her heart rate always changes when that happens. He took a few steps inside the room , climbing on her bed , gently brushing his fingers against her cheek. “What is it about you — that makes me feel so – weird all the time?” he whispered. “It’s driving me nuts – that constant desire to be around you , kiss you , touch you — and that warm fuzzy feeling.” Kai sighed , untangling her from the covers and sneaking under them with her. He loved watching her sleep. For almost a month he had sneaked in her bed almost every night finding himself being drawn to her since second he set eyes on her. Now he was actually allowed to do that , but that didn’t make any less fun like he had thought. Y/N mumbled something in her sleep and sighed , making him smile for a second. The girl turned on her back and somehow her hand found its way on Kai’s lap , touching him in her sleep. He closed his eyes for a moment , this gesture only pushed him further towards the edge. No matter how much he tried , his desire to be with her that way only grew stronger as the days passed. Kai moved a little closer, placing his hand on her stomach slowly sliding it down to her core while whispering in her ear. “Wake up princess. Daddy’s hungry – for you.” He brushed his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her panties without actually touching it , again and again applying a little more pressure each time until Y/N stirred in her sleep , shifting on the bed for a second. A small smile showed on his face and he continued trailing his fingers up and down on her folds before slipping them in her panties , drawing soft circles on her clit slowly , listening to Y/N purr as she started to wake up. “Five more min –” she mumbled , “Mmmm – .” Kai laughed under his breath , rolling on top of her while his fingers began to move a little faster. Y/N opened her eyes but before she had had the time to say a word or do anything his lips crashed against hers and two fingers slipped inside her making her moan into the kiss. Her hands instantly tangled in his hair , pulling him closer to her , moving down his back realising he is not wearing a shirt. Again. It was only fair since she had ‘stolen’ most of them. “Hi.” he grinned at her , lighting up the candles in the room with a flick of his wrist. “I take it you like the way I woke you up ? I mean , you should - is there a better way to wake up someone than this? I think not” Y/N bit her lip slightly moving her hips down on his fingers. There really wasn’t a better way to wake her up. Usually she’d be super upset whenever someone woke her up , not when it came to Kai though. No matter how much she wanted to , there was no way for her to be mad at him, at least not for more than five seconds and specially not when his fingers curled and pumped inside her the way they did in that moment. It had been barely a few moments since she had woken up and her skin was already on fire because of him. “W-what are you doing here ?” she wondered , turning her head to the clock on the night stand for a second (2.32AM), arching her back off the bed the next. Kai used this to his advantage and leaned in, leaving wet kisses all over her neck , sucking on a spot here and there marking her as his. Y/N bucked her hips at him , making him dig his fingers deeper inside her , a soft moan escaping her lips when his fingertips hit her spot. “Well , you said and I quote ’if you want it - take it’ and — I couldn’t wait until morning.” he said innocently. “That stunt you pulled earlier in the day when I came to get you to go to the store. Not giving me the chance to take a good look or touch you – it has me quite rattled.” “Thought it might.” she muttered smiling. “Keep your hands up, while daddy slips down to play.” said Kai with a devilish smirk , pinning her hands over her head. Y/N blinked fast a few times wondering if she heard him right , laughing for a second. Okay – daddy. she thought to herself , arching her back off the bed more and more with each curl , watching Kai disappear under the sheets. His fingers hitched on the waist band of her panties tearing them off her before placing his hands on her inner thighs parting her legs. He teased her with the tip of his tongue , drawing soft circles on her clit listening to her moan / beg for him. Kai was dragging it out and the anticipation was killing her, specially with not being allowed to move her hands. Kai buried his head between her legs , sucking and tugging on her clit , moans escaping his lips sending vibrations directly onto it while his fingers continued assaulting her , setting her on fire again and again with each curl. There was no way he could ever get enough of her , somehow the more he had the more he wanted. “K-Kai –” she moaned , her walls tightening around his fingers spurring him on to go even faster until she came not stopping or pausing for a second. Y/N struggled to keep her hands up , grabbing on the headboard , fighting the urge to reach for Kai and push his mouth further on her. Instead she pushed her hips down on him while he was getting her closer and closer to another release. He was driving her nuts being both gentle and rough at the same time. It was making her lose it completely. “Please let me touch you.” she moaned. “No.” he moaned , the vibrations almost pushing her over the edge. It was unreal how she could literally feel the vibrations spread through her entire body waking up every fibre on their way. Kai continued devouring her with hunger until another orgasm tore through her body , finishing her off before making his way up to her. “Damn you taste amazing.” he moaned, drowning her into a kiss so hungry and demanding , it felt as if he wanted to swallow her whole while pushing his crotch hard against hers. Y/N tried to free her hands and pull him even closer but he kept them pinned over her head. “Fuck me.” she moaned the first second she got the chance. Kai grinned at her. “Hard ?” “Lets break the bed.” she grinned back, craving him more than ever. All those months alone and that time he was teasing her hadn’t gotten her this crazy. Their first moment together was repeating on a loop , then their other moment at the shower when Kai’s hands had roamed her entire body all the way from her neck to her hips and even lower. He had explored every inch and she had gotten the chance to do the same to him. Since then all she could think about was how to get him to grab her and have his way with her. “Where will you sleep then ?” he wondered. “In your bed.” she smiled innocently , “Until we break it too.” Kai grinned at her. “I love how you think sweetheart.” “Let go of my hands please.” she struggled. “Or at least one hand.” “Why ? What are you going to do?” “Let go and you’ll find out.” she winked at him. Kai loosened the grip and Y/N snaked her hand down between their bodies pushing its way in his boxers , wrapping her fingers around his lenght drawing circles on the tip with her thumb without breaking eye contact with him. Kai closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them , they were completely black with lust. “I want you more than ever now.” he moaned smashing his lips against hers , letting go of her other hand. Y/N rolled on top of him never breaking the kiss, her hands exploring every inch of his chest slowly making her way down to what she wanted. Kai couldn’t tear his eyes off her , seeing her move her hair to the side while leaving kisses all over his chest mixed with moments when her tongue used his body as a canvas until she reached his boxers. Every touch , every kiss was driving him crazy with lust for her. His girl pulled down his boxers freeing his lenght and wrapped her fingers around him not a second later , gathering the pre-cum on her thumb. “Arhhh I love it when you do that.” he sighed , biting his lip just as Y/N brought her thumb to her lips. “And that �� oh shit -” Y/N leaned in , slowly trailing her tongue around the head of his lenght not taking her eyes off him. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment just as she traced a line on the underside of his lenght , slowly taking him in her mouth. Kai propped himself on his elbows watching her every move – her fingertips brushing gently against his balls before her nails lightly scratched up his lenght almost to the tip while she nibbled on it. Y/N kept teasing him , taking in just the tip swirling her tongue around while moaning and humming some song the entire time until Kai couldn’t take it anymore. “Such a tease , sweetheart.” he groaned , tangling his fingers in her hair. He tried to figure out what the song was , the way her hand kept stroking him at a steady pace at the same time his lenght went inside her mouth wasn’t letting him concentrate on anything else but this. Kai couldn’t figure out how it was that she had this innocent look in her eyes while doing something so dirty? He pushed her head down on him , making her take him further but not all the way for a few seconds , losing it completely. “You drive me completely mad.” he groaned , pushing his hips up at her while pushing her head down on him , making her take him all the way in for a few moments before letting go. “So naughty.” Y/N licked a stripe all the way from his balls to the tip , drawing slow circles on it - around and straight though the middle before trailing her tongue down to his balls again , fondling them gently. “Naughty.” she moaned , listening to his moans while she crawled over him slowly without breaking eye contact until their eyes were on the same level. Kai tried to put his hands on her , but she gripped his wrists pinning them over his head , straddling him for a few moments before sinking down on him. Not taking her eyes off him , watching his eyes widen for a second seeing his lenght disappear inside her. Y/N leaned in and kissed him as if her life depended on it, rolling her hips on him , meeting him half way as he pushed up at her harder , hitting her spot almost every time. It was getting harder to keep the grip on his hands with her orgasm approaching faster than she wanted to. Kai bit his lip , seeing her throw her head back , moans and whimpers mixed with his name rolling off her tongue constantly. He didn’t know how longer he can take not being to touch her the way he wanted to. It was driving him completely mad even more with her walls contracting around him a more frequently now. A michevious smirk spread across his face and he pushed her off him before she had had the time to finish. “What the hell?” she groaned in frustration starring at the ceiling for a moment before Kai’s grinning face appeared over her. “I like it when I am the one in control , you should know that by now.” replied Kai , pinning her hands on either side of her head , drowning her in a passionate kiss before flipping her over right after. “I want you down on all fours sweetheart.” Y/N braced herself on her knees / hands feeling Kai graze agonisingly slowly his fingertips all the way from her breasts down to her stomach until they reached her core , brushing through her swollen clit both genlty and a little rough , making her moan out before slipping inside her again. Y/Ns stomach flip flopped and she turned her head towards him , catching a glimpse of his eyes before her eyelids fluttered closed feeling his fingers go in to the last knuckle , curling inside her slowly feeling every inch before pulling out. Kai couldn’t help but notice how his girl was so wet , she was starting to drip down her thighs and he darted his tongue out catching some of her arousal mid air. He stroked himself slowly , starting to tease her entrance with the tip making her crave him more each time just the head went inside her. “Please – .” she begged him , feeling her skin on fire more and more. Every second felt like torture , having just what she wanted right there and not being able to actually have it. Y/N pushed her hips back at him wanting him to go all the way. “Please what , sweetheart?” he asked innocently. “Tell me.” “Fuck me – Malachai.” she begged and a moment later she got exactly what she wanted. Kai entered her with one hard deep thrust , making her body jolt forward. Y/N gripped on the sheets feeling every inch of his hard lenght withdrawing slowly , going out almost completely leaving just the tip inside before filling her to the brim all over again. “You don’t know what you got yourself into , baby girl.” he groaned , picking up the pace with each pump. “I might break you before we break the bed.” “So do it.” she moaned , pushing her hips back on him meeting him half way. Kai leaned in over her snaking his hand towards her clit drawing soft circles on it making her skin feel like it was fire. Her hair was starting to stick to her face and even the cooler breeze coming from the open window wasn’t enough to get her fever down. “So fucking tight around me.” he groaned when her walls clenched around him , alerting to him her orgasm is approaching fast. Kai picked up the pace even more , going in hard and deep knocking the air out of her lungs with each thrust listening to her moans mix with whimpers and small screams. Every time his name rolled off her tongue it spurred him to go faster until her orgasm tore through her body making her knees buckle causing both of them to fall face first onto the bed. "Whoops –” he laughed in her ear , playfully biting her neck. “ - I was kidding but I might actually break you.” “I wouldn’t mind.” Y/N laughed , pushing some of her hair out of her face just as Kai rolled onto his side , wounding one of his hands around her stomach, turning her to her side too while his other hand rested under her head. Their fingers intertwined at the same time he lifted up her leg a little and entered her again - harder and deeper than before , hitting her spot right from the start , throwing her straight into hell with his actions. "OH FUck K-Kai –“ she screamed , feeling her body jolting upward each time his hard lenght filled her in to the hilt. "I love it when you scream my name.” he groaned. Kai trailed his finger tips around her nipples lightly pinching them before rolling them between his index and middle finger making her bite her lip. Y/N gripped on the sheets , hearing them tear when her roommate sank his teeth into her shoulder while his free hand slipped lower towards her heat , drawing fast circles on her clit. Kai’s thrusts had slowed down for a moment making her feel every inch of him sliding in before pulling out all the way leaving just the tip inside , going in again rougher and deeper than before completely knocking out all the air from her lungs. Y/N gripped on her sheets feeling them tear under her touch when her walls tightened around him as he picked up the pace. “Shit I’m s-so clo-se – ” Y/N’s walls clenched around him almost at the same time his lenght twitched and a few moments later he came in hot spurts inside her , riding through both their orgasms until he were finished. Kai collapsed on the bed pulling her towards him , brushing his palm against her cheek. “You look so hot right now –” he grinned at her , tapping her nose. “ — I mean you always do but — even hotter with your hair had stuck to your face.” Y/N laughed resting her hand on his chest feeling his heart racing like crazy. Kai’s eyes glowed in the dim light , following her movements while she drew figures with her fingertips all around his chest. At least he thought they were figures - her fingers were spelling ‘I love you’ in every language she knew how to spell it. She kept glancing at him , hoping maybe he’ll catch up to what she was doing but even if he did, he didn’t show it. “Catch your breath , sweetheart…” he said out of breath. “I am not done with you.” “Neither am I — daddy.” replied Y/N reaching into the drawer on her night stand. Kai raised his eyebrows , watching her play with a tie in her fingers for a few moments before gripping her wrists. “Who is it for ?” “We can play rock , paper , scissors if you want.” she winked at him. “That will be fair , right ?” “Yes. We can do that but — ” he said innocently , winking at her and snatching the tie from her hands the next. “ – Kai Parker don’t play fair , baby girl.” MASTERLIST - SMUT MASTERLIST - FLUFF __________________

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omgkatsudonplease · 8 years ago

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hey, big fan of your recs, really loving the creativity of the viktuuri fandom in trying to parse out what caused such an intense rivalry. but what are your top ten all-time favourite fics

viktuurificrec:

Hi, thank you for the sweet comment and request! It was really tough for me to find just ten fics, and I didn’t want to go with just the fandom favorites – but some of them did make it on here because they’re SO GOOD. Anyway, without further ado:

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My Top Ten Favorite Viktuuri Fics

Love!!! On Ice by Aeryi, Explicit, 72k (WIP)When the world’s top skater Viktor Nikiforov is permanently injured in a freak skating accident and forced to retire from skating for good he knows his life will never be the same again. But while his life is empty without skating to fill it, being forced to become the unwilling coach of a headstrong Japanese rising star skater was the very last way he wanted to return to the ice. The reluctant coach and unwilling student clash over almost everything but even through the hatred, something different slowly begins to emerge. Can Nikiforov teach Katsuki the secrets to finally winning the gold? And can Katsuki bring back the meaning to his life that Nikiforov thought he had lost forever? Seriously one of the best fics I have read in any fandom ever. Thumbs up!

If You Can’t Handle the Heat, Get out of the Kitchen by yellowmellow2k2, Teen, 117k“Viktor, try it.”Viktor looked down at the plate of steaming katsudon, the house special. He flicked at a piece of onion resting on the top of the bed of rice. This, this thing, is what was made Yu-Topia beat his own restaurant in the Food & Wine awards?Viktor frowned, placing his chopsticks beside his bowl. “Please, this shack has only two Michelin stars. I’m actually afraid to put this in my mou — ”Yuri shoved a piece of breaded meat in Viktor’s mouth before he could finish, and Victor barely suppressed a moan as the pork melted in his mouth, tender and just the right temperature. The sauce it was covered in complemented the seasonings just right, and the egg — Oh.“Yeah,” Yuri says from across the table. “Looks like you finally have some competition.” Great rival chef AU!

tear out my heart, and it still beats for you by hearseire, Explicit, 43k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violenceEver since a fateful event in Juniors, Katsuki Yuuri skates with only one purpose: to kill Viktor Nikiforov. Not to beat him, as that’s not enough — would never be enough to repay Viktor for the hurt that he caused Yuuri. He skates to open opportunities to kill Viktor, meticulously plans all the ways to make him disappear and hide the body and get away with the crime. His plans are perfect, plotted to the last detail, and Viktor would be dead a dozen times over by now if it wasn’t for the fact that there are other people trying to kill Viktor, and Yuuri ends up having to kill them instead. Because he is the only one that can kill Viktor.Now, if only Viktor would get a clue and stop thinking that Yuuri is in love with him just because he’s saved his life multiple times, for god’s sake. Deliciously angsty and wonderfully suspenseful!

i’m falling for your eyes (but they don’t know me yet) by natashagrimley, Gen, 89k (WIP)“I — I’m sorry, but who are you?”So the rumors were true. Yuuri didn’t remember him at all. The words that left Yuuri’s mouth just then shouldn’t have left like a kick to Viktor’s stomach, causing nausea to rush over him like some sick tsunami. He was supposed to hate him, after all. Yuuri didn’t know how to skate anymore; this was supposed to be a good thing. So why did he feel like his whole world just came crashing down?After a tragic accident, Yuuri loses all memory of his figure skating career, including the rivalry between Viktor Nikiforov and himself. Time may heal wounds, but only Viktor can give back the memories of their rivalry that were lost. What happens if Viktor doesn’t want to give those memories back? Very angsty!

coffee, cupcakes and other ways to fall in love by rebooten, Teen, 20k“That’s funny. I like you just like I like my coffee too.” The barista’s glare changed in an instant to a coy smirk and Nikiforov’s heart leapt a little in his chest at the sight. It had been weeks since he had first spotted the man at his favourite coffee shop and he had been trying to charm him from the moment their eyes first met. Unsuccessfully so far but he knew it couldn’t be long now.“And how is that?” Nikiforov replied, layering his tone with as much suggestiveness as he could muster.“I don’t like coffee.” LOVE this!

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by rose_summerfield, Mature, 90k (WIP)Viktor meets a boy with a secret.(A secret as big as himself, that threatens to swallow him whole. A secret deeper than the seas that Viktor longs to chart.)The boy doesn’t talk to him, barely even gives him the time of day. But the more he pushes Viktor away, the more Viktor pushes back.(And maybe it’s all right, because Viktor has his own secret, too, tucked away in this new cottage by the sparkling Irish seaside.) Heartbreaking and beautiful Selkie and Swan Maiden AU!

The Spy Who Loved Me by vodkaluce, Mature, 26k (WIP)There were three rules to being the world’s top spy:1. Never reveal your real identity2. Complete every mission, no traces left.3. Don’t fall in love with the criminal you’re trying to catch.Viktor Nikiforov, aka agent 009, somehow managed to break every rule in 5 minutes. Awesome spy AU!

Before the Camera, Behind the Screen by lord_fourquadjumps, Explicit, 33k (WIP)“I don’t know, I’ve been reliably informed by a lot of people that I’m very impressive.”Nikiforov flicked his eyes to where their bodies were joined, only the smallest pieces of fabric separating them, eyebrow raised suggestively. Katsuki snorted in disgust, then rolled his hips in an unexpected movement that made a certain part of Nikiforov perk up in unintentional interest.“I’ve seen better.” SUCH a good actor AU!

The Strings of A Heart by ebbehmoth, Teen, 56kViktor had never tasted so much green on his tongue as he did in the moment he saw Katsuki on the stage, his long, slender ( — too long, too slender — ) fingers wresting perfection from the strings of the cello perched against his legs. Not a single beat missed, not a single note sour. Even his vibrato left no faltering tremble in the stillness of the hall.Yuuri Katsuki, newest member of the Saint Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra, was in possession of a musical talent so bright it threatened to eclipse his own. And as he watched the other man shine, Viktor resolved to figure out exactly how a complete nobody in the music world could have ever gotten this good. LOVE this fic!

a truth, universally acknowledged by bravelied, Teen, 120kYuuri can feel his hackles rising, feel the indignance coursing through him with every word hurled at him from Nikiforov’s mouth. Balling his hands into fists, he barely manages to keep his response civil:“You are mistaken, Mr Nikiforov, in believing that this declaration could have ever tempted me to accept your hand.”Nikiforov’s eyes should have turned to ice at such a blatant refusal. But they do not, and briefly Yuuri’s breath falters, but he soldiers on.“From the very beginning — from the very first moment — of my acquaintance with you, your words and mannerisms have left me in no doubt as to the depths of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disregard for the feelings of others. Even in the months since, your actions have only served to reinforce this foundation of distrust and dislike. I now can easily say, without concern or hesitation, that you are definitively the last person on this earth whom I could be prevailed on to marry.” A fantastic Regency/Pride and Prejudice AU! Such a lovely slow burn!

Note: This is a post inspired by @victuurificrec‘s fic rec posts, created after I drunkenly asked @kazliin if there would be an in-universe version of victuurificrec for the Rivals-verse. Kaz said there was. I asked what a typical viktuurificrec post would look like, and Kaz let us create this as a result. Some of the fic summaries were written by her, others by victuurificrec, others by me, and the murder AU summary was written by @exile-wrath. Hope this was amusing!

#until my feet bleed and my heart aches #of bright stars and burning hearts #lily's dabbles #viktuuri #victuuri #yuri on ice #yoi #anonymous #ask #my guys this is not a real fic rec post #pls read the note at the end #pls my crops are dying

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survivor-rotuma · 5 years ago

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Ep. 4: “Wow my team is shit!!!” - Lysandre

Joey G

So I’ve had a really busy few days, but luckily my connection with Felix not only scored me a spot on my OG tribe’s majority alliance, but I also ended up with him on the swap tribe and leveraged his connections to join a new majority alliance with Lysandre and Raul. Now that work seems to be slowing down a bit, I have to kick it into high gear to secure my position on the tribe as well as make bonds that can help me come merge time.

Charlie

I feel very confident about my vote this tribal, pretty sure I won't be blindsided either

Apollo

You wanted some tea sis? Well here you go! The bruschetta alliance is probably really weak as in power sense but I think we’re strong as in our connections with each other. A tribe swapped occurred and thank god I bonded with Felix and the rest of the bruschetta alliance did as well. We all ended up on his tribe and I’m grateful to be on the safe tribe this round. The tea is? I really like Felix but I kind of want to vote him out at the first chance possible. He’s really good at challenges (and yes I’m completely basing this off of a puzzle score) and his charisma is far too high and he’s really likeable. He’s a fucking threat. And yes I do Iike him a lot but I want to be the prom king not the runner up.

Lysandre

Hi this iis Lysandre the Lion and the lier coming at you live from the WHAT THE FUCK IM ON MEA NOW.

Lysandre

Ok so there was no swap and we are back on our OG tribes until MERGE and that makes me feel so bad because It makes my chances of using the idol go up by a bunch! and PLUS THE NEW CHALLENGE IS A SCAVENGER HUNT, aka my least favorite challenge ever.

Felix

"Alright so big things have happened since my last confessional. First off, I can't believe Jay pulled that Twistos twist on us! I was so ready to move on with my alliance with Raul, Lysandre, and Joey. Plus, I was also ready to create an alliance with Apollo with whomever he deemed worthy. Oh, well. At least that means I do not have to betray anyone yet. Plus, it means that I get back with Tuai Quad LLC which means Cassie cannot use her advantage on me. Overall, this twist didn't hurt me, but I would've liked more time to establish bonds. Oh well. At least this means I have like 3 alliances at merge if all of those people make it to the merge.

Joey says that we should keep the Golden Alliance between us. I guess that's fine. I mean if it ever comes to light then I do have an excuse ready. Though I don't know how well it would work. Plus, it makes him think we have this hared secret together and that we are this Final 2 duo. It'll be good to keep up a good reputation with him.

Cassie says she wants to target Marie at merge. That could be a risky and game-changing move on her part if it succeeds. She sees Marie as the head of the Mea tribe, so it'd be good to get rid of her. To be honest, it wouldn't be such a bad thing for Cassie to target Marie. After all, it would put the target on her back and not mine if the move goes through or not. Depending on my decision to side with either Tuai or Mea, it could put me in the best position in the game. I'd definitely be playing the middle in that case. Though I should not forget that Sumi also exists. They are probably the underdogs of this season, but I can't let hem go unnoticed. As long as I can keep playing the middle, I'll be golden. Hopefully, we can vote out someone irrelevant on the first tribal at merge to keep the two sides butting heads.

I don't know how well I will do in this challenge though. The Scavenger Hunt is always hit or miss for me. However, even if we do go to tribal, it'll definitely be Charlie who will get voted out. I think of Charlie as wildcard in this scenario. I cannot have him get to merge because I basically don't talk to him. He could easily flip on me and Tuai. Let's see how this goes."

Zest

woah jay! you really got me thinking I made the merge. Anyways, hyped for this scavenger hunt.

Brianna

Kind of. Really wish. We didn’t have to go back to our original tribes. Ugh. It’s a scavenger hunt competition and we had to sit one person out. No one was saying anything so I got randomly picked to sit out. I mean. I was fine with it. But we are less than 24 hours away from the challenge being finished and we have zero points. I can’t count on anyone on sumi. And if I end up getting voted out because of this I will throw a fit.

Marie

Wow, my closest ally left the game. I hope everything is ok! And I’m hoping lys Raul and I can stick together

Apollo

"Nobody: ...

Jay: it wasn’t a real swap! Go back to your old tribes until merge!

Me: https://68.media.tumblr.com/6f9f874d5d67596a06b123e372d682ee/tumblr_inline_og1vygJXEY1usj39c_500.gif"

Apollo

Anyways in all seriousness, I’m pretty shook that we’re staying in these tribes until merge if the merge is at f11. If it’s at f13 then no big deal. Borris and I have majority with Zest and Bradley and Brianna think they’re sitting pretty until we lose anyways and Zest knows about the foursome made without him so ideally I’m in a good spot with Borris. I would like to keep us all as long as possible but I’m very much not going to be upset if we lose Brianna and Bradley. Fuck it might even be good to be perceived as the weaker tribe going into merge. If we’re the “strongest” tribe then people are going to want to pick us off at the start and I’m not here for that.......Maybe....maybe we need to lose a challenge or two

Flint

This weeks immunity challenge is a blast but also a little more difficult then I had expected. Felix Cassie and I are doing our best and I hope it keeps Tuai out of trouble for one more round!

Flint

There has been a little whispering of idol talk and it’s kinda got me nervous. A few tribe mates have said they gone out hunting but also mentioned they believe someone already found it. I suspect that it’s Joey because he’s been a bit quiet so maybe he feels comfortable sitting back a bit with an idol in his pocket.

Felix

Kathleen quitting is kind of a shame. That means I can't work with her in the future, and I was already laying down the groundwork for it. Oh, well. At least now the pact I made with her and Raul can't be spread around or broken. I hope we don't go to tribal. I really don't have the mental energy for it. Plus, I didn't do that well in the challenge so maybe they'll just send me home. Who knows? All I know is that Charlie is getting my vote if we go to tribal.

Felix

I'm kind of sad that Mea is going to tribal again. They are the ones that I bonded with the most during the One World, and it is a shame to see such active people go home one by one. I hope it's Raul who goes because he's the least talkative out of Marie and Lysandre. Plus, I've talked to the other two extensively and have built strong bonds with them. We'll see what happens, but this is such a shame. Plus, if Marie stays then Cassie will still be able to target her still.

Zest

"what a fun scavenger hunt challenge. I am so grateful for my tribe. I also am really enjoying having an alliance. I hope to find something on an idol hunt soon. This competition is really starting to AMP UP!"

Lysandre

Wow my team is shit!!! Also I'm going to miss Steph- I mean Kathleen! So the challenge went terribly. Marie submitted like 6 items and Raul really carried the team with his 0 items what a legend. We are going to tribal as a tribe of 3 which is... new and I'm literally so pressd.

Cassie

I guess you could say I went a bit all out for this particular challenge. It was super fun to go around looking for stuff. Our tribe is doing really well still and we're anticipating a merge soon. We still have the numbers and I hope we can stick around to the final 5. Go Tuai!

Lysandre

I'm thinking of something iconic to say as an episode title but the flopness of my tribe keeps alerting Jay of Tribal Council.

Flint

Tuai lives to see another day! Watching Mea dwindle to 2 players after tonight is crazy to think about. I feel lucky to be apart of such a strong tribe and hope we stay aligned once we hit the merge, but I have a gut feeling someone from Tuai will flip and join the other players

Brianna

"Heheh it’s okay we won"

Marie

Wow, I think we’re the worst tribe in online survivor history

Felix

I can't believe that Apollo had a "Leaders Alliance" with Cassie and Marie. How shookening is that? He runs his mouth about starting an alliance with me, but already has one with people he considers the "leaders" of his tribe? Nah nah nah. He's way smarter than he lets on. He may think I'm a pawn and a good personality, but I am going to go after him at merge. Marie doesn't matter since she has no numbers and no tribe to fall back on. Apollo has been slowly building alliances with probably Zest, Boris, and/or Brianna. They're probably really tight at this point, so we need to be very careful of how we tread with Apollo. He needs to go. I think how it should go at merge would be (Random Non-Tuai Person) -> Marie (for Cassie's good side) -> Apollo (a big threat and we'd have the numbers if Tuai would work together) -> Cassie (cause she'd be a threat too). Tbh, I want everyone in that Leaders Alliance gone because if they think they're the top dogs then they got to go. They'd be too much of a threat as the numbers close down. And I want their blood all over my hands.

Felix

"I cannot just passively play this game lol. I'm currently trying to plant seeds in Flint's and Cassie's heads about Sumi's potential threat. They scare me the most going into merge because they are a big unknown factor. They have just as many people on their tribe as us, and we barely know anything about them or their play style. Cassie seems on board to keeping Marie around for a little bit, but we need to start taking care of Sumi's numbers. If Boris is right, then they all shouldn't be too inactive so it'll be easy to convince people to take out inactive people. I just hope we can convince Marie and Lysandre to take out Sumi as well.

One good thing to take away from all this is that I am not seen as a leader, just very active. It paints a target on Cassie's back and not my own. They'll be going after her first. I'll just have to play along with this narrative until I stab her in the back. "

Charlie

I feel like ill be up for elimination this week because I sat out of the challenge. Its making me really nervous tbh

Marie

3 person tribes are very hard to navigate. You feel on top but on the bottom at the same time! It’s really weird because raul thinks it’s lys, but lys and I voted for raul. But I don’t know if lys actually voted for raul???? What if they voted for me?

Joey

we went back to our original tribes, so i’m now reunited with the majority alliance. i didn’t have to do the challenge, i don’t have to go to tribal, and we still have charlie as someone on the outs if we ever lose a challenge. my path to merge is set!

Marie

This is the most silent I’ve seen our tribe and it’s scary

Apollo

Ummmm Fuck Mea’s drag? I guess

Marie

Wow this game makes me feel like a horrible person. I thought I’d get through this with no regrets but having to comfort the person you voted for and telling them they aren’t going home sucks

Raul

I'm probably going home unless I pull off the impossible like this is gonna be a mess I really hope, I don't leave cause that would be a shame , I really really hope I convinced Marie to vote out lys and lys doesn't want Marie here it could be a 1-1-1 vote wouldn't that be cute

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Barely Breathing

*Not my Gif*

Post Date: 8-15-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

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The light pouring through the door was the first thing that hit you. Finally feeling the warmth on your skin for the first time, ever. It was different on the ark, light coming in the big window by your room. Well, your old room. You never thought that you’d be on the ground, especially when you stole some medicine for your mom a year ago, but here you were. Times were changing. Everyone around you was excited, talking to each other loud as they played with trees and bushes around but you just stood there, a few feet from the hell of drop ship they dumped you in. The ground was soft as you moved the ball of your foot across it, making the dirt and grass combine together as you smiled at the feeling.

“It’s cool right?” Someone asked behind you as you spun around to face them. A long raven haired girl smiled at you as you recognized from a few minutes ago. Octavia Blake. You didn’t say anything as you nodded your head, taking a deep breath as she joined you.

“It’s beautiful out here.” You whispered as footsteps sounded behind you.

“Octavia where are-“ A dark voice caused you to turn around fast, hair whipping as you met his eyes. Bellamy stopped talking when he saw you. All the thoughts and words he was going to say caught on the edge of his tongue as you stared at him with those big Y/E/C eyes. Your soft smile was what pulled him in the most, something he wished he could see more often but having no idea why other than the fact it calmed him. Your breath was caught in your throat as you scanned his face when no one said anything. It was almost too much for Octavia to handle as she smirked at the two of you, obviously having some sort of connection. She pushed past you as both yours and Bellamy gazes dropped and you turned to walk away. Bellamy looked up one last time and caught your eye as you turned back to him.

That was the first time Bellamy Blake saw you barely breathing. You got closer to each other, practically attached at the hip but neither of you admitted how you felt. Honestly you were confused, Bellamy had always managed to make your head spin and mind fuzzy. But little did you know you had done the same to him. You were by his side when Clarke set off the drop ship, and you stayed by his side until Mount Weather caught you, the doctor, Raven and a few others.

The second time he saw you barely breathing was in Mount Weather.

Your body laid on the table as Bellamy watched on the screens. His eyes were watery as you yelled a few choice words to the men next to you who put some sort of gag on you to shut you up or something. You didn’t care what it was for, only caring about what was going to happen. Tears streamed down your face as you finally let the sobs rack through your body before the the drilling sounds began followed by your ear piercing scream. Bellamy couldn’t take it as Monty stopped typing.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as his eyes never left your screaming body, Monty just looked up at him.

“It’s done.” He felt his legs go out as he turned to Clarke, both of them debating the right move here. Hundreds of people would die. They both place their hands on the lever, but when the sounds of screaming stopped Bellamy didn’t hesitate to pull down. He found you once again on the screen as his tears finally fell. You laid limp on the table as cries of your friends, your family, around you caused him to run to you.

It didn’t take him long to find you once he learned where you were. Bodies of Mountain Men cased the halls but he didn’t look at any of them, only focusing on finding you. Abby held your head in her hands as she pushed back your hair, checking to make sure you were okay as Bellamy pulled the door open.

“Y/N? Y/N!” He yelled as he took Abby’s spot, gently holding your face in one of his palms as his other hand held your head off the table. Your eyes fluttered a little as you tried to open it, your mouth moving a little from your effort.

“Bell?” You mumbled, not fully awake. Bellamy let out a cry of relief as you spoke even though he knew you weren’t completely there. Your breathing was ragged as he scooped you up, his hand coming to your back and under your knee as your head rested in the crook of his neck. He carried you back to the ship as you fell in and out of consciousness until you rested on your bed. Your eyes slowly peeled open as Bellamy’s puffy eyes where the first thing you saw staring at you.

“Hey.” You mumbled as he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it as his eyes clasped shut. You saw tears coming down as you moved your hand up to wipe his face. He meant against your hand before taking it again.

“I thought- I thought I lost you.” He whispered against the back of your hand as you felt your heart stop. “I watched you and I thought- I thought-“ he sucked in a breath as you moved to sit up. “I don’t want to see you like that ever again.”

“You won’t. You won’t I promise Bellamy, I will never let you see me like that as long as I never see you like that.” He nodded faster than you thought possible before standing up, pulling you up with him. You gasped as he steadied you, leaving only a few inches apart between your faces and letting your bodies press up to each other. It felt so natural that you didn’t even realize you were leaning in, letting your lips connect in an act that was so overdue.

You kept your promise and never let Bellamy see you like that again, only because he wasn’t there. The third and last time you were barely breathing, you and your friends were getting ready to go to space.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it Bell.” You whispered as you snuck your hands around his neck and his hands held your waist close to him. His head fell back, letting you drag your nails through his hair as he closed his eyes. “I’m going with Clarke and I’ll be on that rocket. Just make sure you save me a seat right next to you.” Bellamy smiled down at you as you felt your heart quicken before leaning up to kiss his cheek. He furrowed his brow before pulling your chin up and kissing you on the lips.

“Just be safe, okay? I love you.” He whispered to you as you bit your lip, nodding back up to him.

“I love you, too.” You assured him as you drew patterns in his hair. When you separated, you couldn’t help but hate the feeling in the pit of your stomach but you blew it off, turning around to follow Clarke.

Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did. The satellite wasn’t in the right position, then it wouldn’t connect, and soon you found yourself and Clarke climbing back down the satellite tower in hopes of making it back. Even if you knew you wouldn’t.

Bellamy stood staring out the window with wide hopeful eyes, hoping that he see you coming through the trees with that same smile you had on when he saw you first, hoping that you and Clarke had gotten the satellite working and they could know, but that didn’t happen.

“Bellamy! We have to go!” Raven yelled at the man as his eyes never left the window. He shook his head, feeling the tears start up as he saw the radiation a few miles from them. He closed his eyes, letting a few tears come out as Raven dragged his ass to the rocket. “I’m sorry Bellamy but she wouldn’t have wanted you to kill yourself waiting for her to come back.” Raven said as Bellamy took one last look before heading into the rocket by himself. No body said anything as Bellamy looked at the two empty seats next to him, one for his best friend and the other for the love of his life. He felt his heart break all over again when he noticed a few tears in his friends eyes.

You didn’t make it to the bottom of tower. In fact you saw Clarke wasn’t following you as you stopped. The radiation was coming and you were screwed, there was no way you could make it back to Bellamy, to the others, before it got to you. You held back a cry as you wiped your cheeks. The rumble was what caused you to look up again, seeing the rocket take off from the ground as you smiled. You rested your head onto the cool metal as you watched the ship head to space, saving everyone. You weren’t in it, and as much as you knew that you were going to die and that scared you, you couldn’t help but be glad they left, glad they still get the chance to live.

“May we meet again.” You whispered as the rocket broke the atmosphere, causing you to finally sigh in relief.

“Come on! We have to get back!” Clarke yelled as she reached your level. You acted fast, jumping to the ground and following the blonde back to the safe house. At least you tried to.

Clarke rested her head on the car underneath her as she pulled out the radio, staring off into space.

“Hey Bellamy. It’s been about a week since praimfaya, which means it’s been a week since Y/N...” he voice trailed off thinking about you and she wiped away a tear that broke loose. “S-she’s gone Bellamy. I’m so sorry.” She softly cried before moving the radio away from her face, hoping that if they were listening, Bellamy didn’t hear her cry over one of the most important people in their lives. They lost so many people, but losing you wasn’t something either of them were prepared for.

Bellamy stared out of the big window at the end of your hall. He stayed in your old room, the knowledge that you used to live there comforted him as much as it hurt him. He didn’t give up hope that you were alive, in fact that was one of the only things that kept him going the next six years. Well, you and that damn silver ring he found before he lost you. He wanted nothing more than to put it on you. But you weren’t breathing anymore.

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themist-underground · 8 years ago

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Bonkai song meta: Without You I’m Nothing

To listen to the song: Placebo - Without You I’m Nothing [x] For the complete lyrics [x]

So I’ve been listening to this song two days ago and I realized how it could fit Bonkai I wanted to write a song meta, so here it is. Let’s say it’s my belated contribution for May 10th. It’s been some time i’m in hiatus, I apologize if I’m a little rusty. Tagging @l0nd0ninnit l cause I know she love those ;p

Strange infatuation seemed to fit well, first for pre-merge Kai. He’s intrigued; he observes her and Damon for four months before revealing himself. Although his ability to feel develops in time, I’m not sure he felt love at first sight, but definitely a kind of pull, as a sociopath it could be that he developed a fixation on Bonnie. Moreover there is a strange attraction between Bonnie and Kai, a force they pull them toward each other, and it’s been there from the first day they met.

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Grace the evening tide she’s the first woman (person) she met after all these years, in the again strange context of his life, unable to age or die in an empty prison world…

I’ll take it by your side. Their duo, the things they do because of each other…it comes back more than once, kinda like a promise? (like an i’ll go if you go?)

Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies. The parallels in their lives, Bonnie Bennett, a godsend really, for the fact that she appeared in his world, because that’s all he needed to get out of his prison. It leads the pack of lies, the schemes, and little mind-games that Kai inflicts to Damon and Bonnie to get out of the prison world.

Over saturation curls the skin and tans the hide. It’s the physical attraction and reaction. Bonnie’s emerging disgust for Kai. The force that both pulls them towards and far from each other, what it brings out of them is too much to bear. Bonnie isn’t accustomed to someone paying attention to what she is, the way he unravels her leads to violence and retaliation. Their “an eye for an eye” dynamic.

I’m unclean, a libertine. Kai’s unclean: siphoner, immoral, he has mental issues and is a murderer (and at first he is unapologetic about it). Bonnie is his opposite. As a libertine is someone is “free” with his intimate relationships, maybe it could make a reference to Kai sex appeal and to his inability to develop attachment to people (apart from Jo, is late brother Joey – it’s questionable I know - and then Bonnie).

And every time you vent your spleen, their heartfelt confession, the angst that surrounds them and their stories. Oh and of course although it’s not the meaning here the “spleen” was a nice play of words, lol. I seem to lose the power of speech. It makes me think of the moment where Kai meets Bonnie at the club.

(Him the guy who never stops talking, suddenly is mute, I’ll never get over this.)

You’re slipping slowly from my reach, for Kai people are like puppets you can play with to get what you want, he underestimated Bonnie who is smart enough to understand Kai mind games and ruin his plans, run away from him. You grow me like an evergreen (It’s maybe far stretched here) Bonnie grows Kai like a parasite plant, he gets under her skin,into her dreams… Kai he’s also slowly infected by his love for her. “You grow me”: there is a sense of control for the person he talks to. Since their meeting they also ‘grew’ and changed into other person.

You’ve never seen the lonely me at all, they were lonely in their life and they knew the loneliness of the prison world altough their experience were different. They both have been desperate enough to try suicide. Kai saves Bonnie at her birthday. Kai leaves Bonnie in the 1994 prison world, Bonnie leaves Kai in 1903 prison world.

Take the plan, spin it sideways. Their plans never happen easy or as it was prepared, like when they try to get out of 1994 or when Bonnie’s plan to take her revenge on Kai. Bonnie ruins Kai’s plans and makes his priorities change? Aka when he choses to save her.

Without you I’m nothing, they have a special dynamic, almost co-dependent when you think about how devastated they were and how betrayed they felt when they abandoned each other in the prison worlds. Again they both have some sort of control on eachother.

The special dynamic is also something intimate only both share. Only their dynamic can bring this special thing.

That’s between “When I’m fucked up that’s the real me” of The Weeknd and the “You’re so different around me" of Drake. And it’s violence, it’s passion, it’s toxic and unique. They lose themselves, but were they something before they met? It’s borderline unhealthy.

Without you I’m nothing, it’s also of course Kai falling in love with Bonnie. And he as only about her since the start. You get a little bit desperate with love, you know, that kind of stuff.

The song is kind of sad and Brian Molko’s voice is monotone, and you feel the desperation at some point? I believe the song talks about a couple, and depression. Idk at times it could be Kai talking. The melody also has this back and forth feeling, that make me think of Bonkai’s dynamic. The “tick toc” makes me thing of the importance of time in their story: the timing, the time that’s running out and the pressure, the spell that froze Kai at age 22, the eclipse and the ascendent mecansim that looks like a watch…the prison worlds set in the past etc.

disclaimer: none of the pretty gifs i used are mine :)

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justtextmeoppa · 8 years ago

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❝ I’m sorry for everything ❞

Plot: Seokjin and Jonghyun are two alpha from two different pack. They find out that you, a friend with both of them, is their “soulmate”. What’ll happen next? Who’ll be the one’ll win your heart?

Genre: Werewolf!Au; romantic

Characters: You (aka the reader); Seokjin; Jonghyun.

Word count: 2,9k+. The beginning: Part one; Part two; Part three; Part four

Hello cuuuuuties! This is my first scenario; at least it’s my first “English” scenario! I’m still learning this wonderful language so I want to apologize in andvace for my potential mistakes! P.S. I hope you can forgive me for what I wrote! Love ya cuties!

- M.

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

It's been almost a month by the disgraceful episode in sickbay and I can't see neither of them for nearly three days. Things seemed to be back to normal and instead, I realize with dismay, things had totally changed under my own eyes.

I check my image in the mirror; quite visible dark circles under my eyes, reddish eyes and the skin more pale than usual. My white skin, usually a pride for me, seemed at that moment, the same one that has a sick person.

The soft body of the lipstick tickles my lips, I end up applying it and I allow myself the luxury of watching me again. That patch of bright red seems to bring me back to life, but it's only the illusion of lipstick but it seems more than enough. I don't want to go out that night, but I promised to my best friend, and in that month were more times when I stood her up than anything else.

Yet I feel a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, like, one of those from which you rarely get out safe.

I deeply breathe in and release that breath through my teeth, shaking my head trying to chase away the whole burden from my mind.

Nothing will happen, it's my belief and I hope that's the right one.

∼ ∽

"Why the cinema? Couldn't you appreciate a classic and quite walk near the Han river? "

"NO WAY! YAH Y/N I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR DAYS! "

"Because you could see me at cinema... "I note and confusion appears on her face, making me slightly laugh saw his funny expression. I'll take her by the hand and I walk away from the entrance to the cinema, ignoring her complaints and thus beginning to walk, feeling more cheerful than I was in those days.

We talk about this and that, we stop to buy tteokbokki that turn out to be a delight that I haven't eat for too and we're back at the entrance to the cinema, where we parked, when a family profile arouses my curiosity.

"But that's not Seokjin?" She curious asks me, leaning better to continue to observe the guy a bit away from us. I could recognize him anywhere and nodding just beginning to get away from her, who doesn’t even try to stop me, trying to be as quiet as possible.

For once having wear my favorite converse seemed to being the best choice.

I see it turn into a dark alley and I continue to follow him, staying close to the end hiding behind a dumpster. I feel so much evil in spying on my best friend, but he gave me no choice saw his ignoring me in those days.

"Seokjin you should be more careful."

"Listen Jonghyun, I don't even know why I came. What do you want? "

"Save your life."

I hold my breath when I hear the voices of both and what they're saying, clutching the bag in my hands to stop myself from jumping out and confront them with all the anger gained in this months.

"Save my life? You're just better off without me, we know. "

"Wrong. Your death would be her pain and I don't want Y/N suffer. One of your beta planning to kill you to take your place. "

Alpha and Beta are words too new for me, but the meaning of "kill you" I understand all too well and it scares me so much to feel my body hang completely. I can't breathe or even think straight, so when I go out from my hiding place I wonder to myself what the hell I'm doing.

Their looks are surprised, as with slow steps I approach them and going into the weak glimpse of light that comes from a street lamp above us.

"Y/N". Seokjin murmurs and he's looking almost frightened but I can't say anything, just watch his and then I move my gaze to observe Jonghyun. He's serious, my presence doesn't detract him too much but it's something I can handle. What I can't handle are his words reverberating in my head, that cause to me a dizziness that almost makes me crumble to the ground. Both realize it because now I can feel their hands hold me up while I try to breathe normally without any results.

Maybe Jonghyun was right. I can't stay without Seokjin and the idea to lose him upsets me and I don't want to think how my life could be without him. I try to focus on the low voice of Seokjin, I feel him on my right side, while a touch more rude but no less helpful caressing my back to comfort me.

"What ... What was that thing? What did you tell him? " I wonder scared of the answer, looking at the guy next to me, even more serious concern lineaments. If Jonghyun is concerned, I know that's something serious and it doesn’t calm me down. I feel the heart beat in my throat as I begin to tremble, unknowingly, into the arms of both. I don't notice, as they do, a noise behind us. I hear them growling and I understand that it must not be anything pleasant. Quickly I feel lift off the ground, as if I weight little more than a feather, as the two make me as a shield and completely cover me. I only feel their growl, therefore I'm too low to overcome the barrier that they have created with their own bodies.

"Seokjin and Jonghyun. May it be that this is my lucky day? "

"Beat it Dooyoung, before I rip your throat with my teeth."

I shudder to hear who's usually my best friend respond that way and with an icy tone, enough to make me believe that talking was someone else. I cling firmly to his sweater, clutching the soft tissue between my fingers and trying in every way to not lose consciousness. I would be a burden in that case and I understood that they didn't need a liability in front of a threat of a werewolf eager for blood.

"Is she the famous Y/N? She's even prettier than I thought. "

"Dooyoung you have two seconds to disappear." They reply at the same time and I find myself smiling, albeit slightly.

I lean my head over Seokjin's shoulders, only to notice a tall and incredibly muscular guy. One of those who always see at the gym or in the newspapers dedicated to fitness, but what scares me are the claws that already dripping with blood and fang speeking out from under his lips stretched into a smirk.

A fraction of a second is enough for me to see his attack. My brain is conscious that they're werewolves so incredibly fast, careful and sensitive though nothing prevents me from diverting their barrier to protect Seokjin with my body. I feel the claws penetrate violently in my back but it doesn't hurt, the feeling of having – for once – saved him is the best palliative. I see his blurred gaze, blinded by the shock and anger that is going to explode but I don't want him to get hurt so I cling to his arms and just whisper his name, kneaded 'cause to the blood clot that formed quickly in my mouth.

"Kill him."

I hear him say to Jonghyun while his arms hold me up and accompany me to the ground, thanking him mentally because I can't feel more strength in my legs to stand on my own two feet.

"Seokjin ... You must do this, you know. "

I don't know what Jonghyun means, I don't know how many seconds or minutes or hours have passed since I felt my back come torn apart like butter, go back to concentrate on my best friend. His face is distort by pain and that hurts me more than everything else.

I smile to him starting to cough blood, going to touch his cheek and then his lips. There was a time when I longed to kiss them and I begin to regret, in those that I know are my last life's moment, I never created an opportunity to do so.

"Why...? Why did you do that... You.. You are an idiot.. "

"You... Y-you... You s-s-saved me a lot of time.. I-If.. Seokjin... " I tell him in a breathing heavily and a cough, trying not to spill my blood on him.

It's bitter and metallic, tastes disgusting, but I begin to feel less and less my body almost as if I was leaving.

"This'll.. hurt Y/N... But you... You must survive, o-okay? "

I close my eyes, I don't know what that means but I nod just trying to breathe normally. With a mouthful of blood is almost impossible but I try to resist, I try to survive.

The pain that floods my body after is thousand times worse than what I've been trying until a few moments earlier. His hair caress your face while his fangs sank with extreme violence in the soft flesh of my neck, leaving me breathless for a matter of seconds.

With the little strength I have left, while he continues to sink fangs almost trying to get to my heart, I squeeze violently his arm starting to flail against him, trying to get away from that pain too excruciating and upsetting to bear.

"S-Sorry. Now pain'll p-pass .. O-Okay? But you... You must survive Y/N, promise. That you will. " He whispers finally moving away from my neck and I can see his lips stained with blood, while the tusks retreat leaving for that lifeless smile that many times, during exams, I've seen and transformed.

I, with my fingergtips, brush his bottom lip, while I let the pain begin to spread everywhere, too tired to fight it any further. I start to have sleep and cold, he seems to notice it because he cuddling me more strongly starting to swing back and forth.

I feel him tremble and I remain puzzled, as I try to say something, because I know he rarely stays really upset about something.

"How is she?? Did you bite her? DAMN SEOKJIN, DID YOU BITE HER?? "

"Yes.."

"Well... She's going to make it, I'm sure. " Jonghyun whisper but I feel that he isn't really convinced,

Do I look that bad in their eyes at that moment? I feel the blood gushing from my back, as well as my life slowly fades and leaves my body.

"Seo... Seok... "

"Don't talk, I'm here."

"I'm sorry..." I gasp trying to breathe and arching my back, just grinding my teeth in a pang of pain that this gesture provokes me. I feel a hand through my hair, caressing them for a few seconds because its owner moves away after a while.

Now it's just me and Seokjin, while he still cradle me in his arms and whispered words in my ear that I can't understand.

"Y-You Know... I always w-wanted to kiss you... "I admit with a smile, a smile covered in blood, and I see him slightly jump and laugh, though a lifeless laugh.

"Really? We can fix that. What do you say..? " He whispers moving a strand of hair behind my ear, looking at me with that love that I saw that morning on the beach, less than a month before.

I wanted to feed me with that love, only now I can understand. I was the soulmate of both but Seokjin is mine and maybe he always has been. And yet I'm glad I didn't have to choose because somehow I also love Jonghyun, though as a sister loves brother. The heart of both is safe, that's what I keep telling myself while now I can't feel anything but my heavily breathing and Seokjin's tears soak my face.

He moves close to me and our lips touch lightly, his are softer than what I always thought, and is a light kiss but full of meaning. Our lips move hardly, caress each other and for a mere matter of seconds they love each other.

This kiss is my first kiss and now I know it'll be the last.

When he moves away I start to struggle for breath and hear him begging, but I can't answer to him. I have no strength, even to cry.

"Y/N... Please.. Hang in there... Please stay with me. P-please... Not.. Please.. I love you. "

"I lov.."

Then everything turn dark.

∼ ∽

"Seokjin"

Jonghyun's voice recalls the young boy, distracted in thought and lost to observe the river flow ahead of him. He greets him with a nod but remains silent, breaking away just to make space for him on the bench.

Both have on face the traces of a grief too deep to be deleted and both are aware they'll never forget that feeling of suffocation they're trying for two weeks.

They stay quiet for a few minutes in which they communicate silently, they force each other and feel that bond, born for more impetuous casualties, increasingly grow.

"They found that in her locker. It's for you. " The elder murmurs after a while, handing him a bag beige engraved with her handwriting on.

For Seokjin just see her calligraphy is a heart attack, but he thanks him with a puff of breath and squeezes that precious piece of paper in his hands.

He doensn't know if he got a chance to read it, not right then.

"Do you want me to read it?"

"I can't deal with it now, sorry."

Jonghyun nods to his friend's world and gives him a slight pat on the back, getting up and leaving him again with his grief. The bot feel that pain but if one is trying to fight back, the other drowns without the will to return to the surface.

Seokjin caresses the envelope, he can feel hers fragrance printed on that delicate and light paper and the pain comes back bully, he takes his breath away and for a few moments he's forced to bend over onto itself.

Despite not being able to face it, he opens with trembling hands the envelope and pulls out the letter.

He can almost imagine her while writing, focuses and bites hers tongue observing the white sheet, as every time they had a test to which both had not studied.

"Y/N". He whispers, pushing back the tears and being able to handle the situation as best he can.

And so he starts to read.

' Hello nasty jerk!

Here is the most beautiful woman in the world to talk, I COULD participate to Miss Universe and win.

I get serious, I swear. I don't know why I'm writing this letter, I simply have the impression that things will not go well between us or just to me. So I want to tell you what I think about you, since forever.

I'm writing this letter after discovering what you and Jonghyun are, or rather after discovering what am I to you.

We've known for almost eight years and know now that I'm your soulmate is almost a joke. I loved you so much that I had to fill a small drawer of my heart with everything about you, including you, so as not to be more hurt.

I made a mistake. I should've fought for you and for what I love him, I know that Jonghyun would never be my choice.

However, if you're reading this something must have happened or I would say aloud everything. If so, you have to promise me something big jerk. Don't stop living, do it for both and don't forget me.

Indeed foul, or rather you have to forget the pain. Just remember our good times and living. It's all that I ask.

Indeed, one of the two. When you find a person to love, make sure that she's less beautiful than me or otherwise will be unfair. You're already too good, you can't make a couple too beautiful. You and I were one thing, I mean.

I back serious, when you meet this person, just let it go. Live love, live life, live yourself Seokjin.

You're the best guy I've ever met and I've never stopped loving you, not for one second. I should kiss you that morning on the beach, tell you the truth, but I was foolish and full of doubts and fears.

I'm sorry for everything.

Remember the promise, keep it!

With love Y/N’.

And it's love, many times, the biggest wound a heart wears.

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