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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 1 year ago

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Breaking down the comics: Another Loss (Issue 23)

Moon Knight, Issue 23: Perchance to Scream

You guys, the covers are just going to get better from here on out for a while. I think Bill hit his stride and sweet Khonshu what a stride.

The hatching. The gradients. The spots. The details in the buildings and windows. The pure white of the cape. The body build and muscles without going full Liefeld on us. I’d frame this and stare at it every chance I could get. LOOK AT IT.

This is the start of cover designs that FIT Moon Knight. Everyone here on out wishes they could design covers like Bill Sienkiewicz and you will see many people try. It’s the lack of lines in the cape. The cape is just the empty space and still has such definition!

AND THE LETTERING.

Anyways… This is part two of the Morpheus saga!

So we left off with Moon Knight discovering that the mystery figure that has been trying to kill him is Peter (Marlene's brother) who has been somewhat possessed by Morpheus, who has just gotten stronger and broken out of confinement!

Not gonna lie, Morpheus has always been a weird bad guy. He was very 1980s bad guy feel and probably could have done a lot more or been a bigger part of the original rogues gallery, but I think in the 90s Marvel moved away from a lot of psychedelic and horror type things. They not only didn't know what to do with Moon Knight, but they completely trashed and forgot about his rogue gallery.

Mackay did reach in and bring back a few of the originals, but he also killed them off. I have mixed feelings about this (Stained Glass Scarlet, Morpheus, and a few others).

We open the comic with a quote: "I do not believe that I am now dreaming but I cannot prove I am not." - Bertrand Russell.

Having just killed two hapless janitors, Morpheus celebrates his freedom then sets his sights on Moon Knight.

We now turn to Moon Knight who has joined up with Marlene and Frenchie as they struggle to keep Peter awake to prevent him from causing any further dream hallucinations.

They are headed for Grant's summer house in Maine.

Peter mutters in his delirium about where they are going and Morpheus picks up on it in their psychic dream connection.

Now, since Moon Knight was the one that discovered Peter, he's personally driving Peter to Grant's mansion... as Moon Knight.

Peter also doesn't know that Moon Knight is "Steven" so Marlene and them keep up the secret identity thing and call him Moon Knight and act very formal.

After the last comic where we see Moon Knight break down a bit and declare himself separate from Steven, Marc, and Jake, it's interesting that we see him acting as Moon Knight around the others.

He even goes so far as to pull Marlene aside:

"What is it, Steven? Are you--"

"No, it's nothing, Marlene. Just simple precaution. Remember, we don't want your brother to know I'm Grant, so just maintain the formal attitude and keep calling me Moon Knight. That's all."

"Is it, Steven? You know I wouldn't commit a lapse like that to expose your identity. Are you sure there isn't something else?"

"No... Well... Maybe I just wanted to see how you're holding up."

Hmmmm. Doubtful that there was all.

But he turns the conversation to see how Marlene is doing, what with her brother in such danger. (And I must say that the art here is STUNNING.This whole two part run is just off the wall amazing.

It wasn’t just Bill flexed his art skills here. Look at the color! Shout out to Christie Scheele, the colorist who did many early Moon Knight issues!

Back in the main room, Peter has figured out that Morpheus has connected to him telepathically and created a way to bridge the dream world with the waking world.

They discuss ways they had previously defeated Morpheus and attempt to use it again. Marlene suggests a more mythological approach since Morpheus is named after a mythological being. She brings up Medusa being defeated by a mirror as an example, but is shot down as it being an unlikely help.

Unable to come up with a strategy, they count themselves lucky that Morpheus is still locked up in the hospital.

Unfortunately, we all know that he isn't. And we see him slowly sneaking up on the cabin while they talk.

Marlene mentions she brought a gun with her for protection and Moon Knight tells her to keep it loaded, though he hates the things.

(A weapon of Marc Spector, not of Moon Knight.)

As Marlene heads to the kitchen to get some more coffee, Peter falls asleep and Morpheus makes his move.

Again, shout out to the colorist! Look at that action panel!

….Echo of your wrench. Moon Knight… This is why you need the others. You’re four guys sharing a brain cell that Steven mostly occupies.

So... While they....tinker... Morpheus attacks Marlene. He goes to melt her mind and turn her into a zombie like slave when Peter interrupts him.

He claims to want to touch his master. But when he does, Morpheus finds his powers gone!

When Peter lets go, Morpheus regains his powers and banishes Peter to wait in the woods.

Down in the basement where Frenchie and Moon Knight are tinkering, they have worked on the generator to the house in effort to use it against Morpheus.

In the first encounter with Morpheus Moon Knight was able to defeat him by electrocution. It's a fair bet he thinks he can do this again.

Dracula does owe him money.

ANYWAYS.

Marlene is being controlled by Morpheus now and Marlene produces some matches. She intends to set the whole place ablaze!

She sets fire to the generator and Moon Knight just barely manages to get everyone out of the way before it blows up.

Marlene manages to warn them that Morpheus is there.

They manage to get out of the house but Moon Knight goes back in looking for Peter.

Back inside, Morpheus is waiting for him.

Morpheus attacks and Moon Knight uses a bed as a shield...against deadly sleep waves.

Moon Knight…. What are you doing?

He takes a hit that sends him flying out the window.

Thankful to be out of the house, he looks over and notices that Peter is waiting for them on the edge of a cliff in a trance. One bad move and he's done for!

Moon Knight approaches to pull him to safety only to be attacked by Peter and pushed off the cliff and into another nightmare.

We are treated to some pretty out there hallucinations.

As Moon Knight falls into a river in real life, he dreams that he's under water with a giant clam that opens up to reveal a black knight on a giant horse.

Moon Knight defeats the black knight and wakes up only to find he's still under water and drowning!

He makes it to the surface before blacking out. He's still got to face Morpheus and find Peter.

"There's strength in numbers, or so I've been told. Got to gather the others together before Morpheus strikes again..." Moon Knight thinks to himself.

Which is ironic in a way. As we saw in the last issue how much he's afraid of working with Jake, Steven, and Marc.

Moon Knight finds someone and mistakes them for Morpheus and socks them hard.

Poor Frenchie. It's always Frenchie. He takes the hit.

While apologizing, the real Morpheus finds them and attacks.

Marlene distracts him with her gun while Moon Knight sneaks up behind him.

He takes a hit and attacks again, sending his nightmare energy blasts after them.

Splitting up, Moon Knight tells them to hide while he tries to lure Morpheus after him.

Marlene attempts to hide in the forest but is attacked by one of Morpheus' dream tendrils that spread out looking for victims.

She falls and spots someone coming towards her. Alarmed, she fires her gun.

When the figure falls, she finds Peter there in the snow and not Morpheus.

She runs to him and he tells her it was just his shoulder. In pain and bleeding, he at least has been knocked out of Morpheus' control for the moment.

Frenchie joins back up with Marlene and she asks which way Moon Knight went. Peter is growing drowsy again and his blood loss is not helping.

He notes that Moon Knight ran back towards the burning house, but he isn't sure why.

We see Moon Knight returning from the house with a full length mirror. Hmmmm...

No, he doesn't plan to reflect back Morpheus' power. He plans to use it to create a trap. He uses the reflection to make it look like Peter, Frenchie, and Marlene are hiding in a bunch of trees.

And it works! Morpheus attacks the mirror and is stunned enough to let Moon Knight jump him from behind.

Clinging on for dear life, Moon Knight clings to his back where Morpheus can't use his creepy eye power against him while he beats him over the head with his truncheon and also squeezes his wind pipe to knock him out.

Morpheus is knocked out indeed, but how do they get him back to the hospital before he wakes up? They're out in the middle of no where in the snow in Maine.

Peter steps in.

"He's my patient! Robert Markham was my patient before I turned him into a monster! I created morpheus and now I've got to destroy him!"

Peter recalls that when he touched Morpheus before, it had caused Morpheus to grow weak.

He lays a hand on Morpheus with intent to end the monster he created.

"Before anyone can stop him, Dr. Peter Alraune touches Morpheus - and even though it is the same as grasping the bare end of a high-voltage wire... He sustains the touch, through a storm of agony--until the dark power fades from Morpheus' eyes... And all life fades from his own eyes."

Peter falls to the ground. Morpheus has transformed back to a normal (if not still mutated) man and Peter is dead.

Again, praise to the art.

The last two pages of this issue.

So here is another example of someone close to Moon Knight that loses someone.

We’ve seen Crawley lose his son, Marlene lose her father and now her brother, and later even poor Gena will lose a son.

It’s easy to see the guilt build up over the years in Marc’s head about how he feels like he’s the cause. He loses his own brother and then his father dies before they can attempt to heal their broken bond. To Marc, he is poison and it only feeds into his self destructive hatred of himself.

I really liked these two issues as they do show the vulnerability that is the Moon Knight system. The fear of rejection from the others and the reluctance to accept help from them. A system that doesn’t know how to accept inner help or communicate. This isn’t the first or last time that we see one of them hallucinate or dream about the others wanting to cause them harm or erase them all together.

It’s so ingrained in them that they need to be normal and that they are ill that they struggle to not see themselves as a problem.

This is a theme that will build a bit in the early OG issues but won’t really be properly addressed and resolved until Lemire.

But there are some upcoming issues that I am very excited to get to. We’re going to start to see these boys really get into it. Plus, some absolutely amazing art!

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Marlene Alraune #Bill Sienkiewicz #Doug Moench #Screaming about Moon Knight again #LOOK AT THAT ART #This two issue was just banger #Love OG MK so much

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thesunnysunsun · 6 months ago

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I have the head cannon that if Loop were to ever join the party and reveal their identity they would take on multiple names

I always see Loop struggling with their name in fics, but Vanguard has a practice for this! Wouldn't it be poetic, for Loop not to discard one name or the other but embrace both.

Don't mind me I'm gonna ramble about head cannons for a minute :) (spoiler lol)

I think Loop would use both inter changeably, but for the most part go by Loop when the whole party is together for clarities sake, and Siffrin in smaller, gentler moment with the individual party members.

Isabeau would take to the two names immediately, While the rest of the party kinda struggle to juggle the two Siffrin's, Isa is on the ball from day one. He gets it probably more than even Loop does.

After a mini breakdown Loop has about being called Siffrin again I think Isa would sit down with them and have a long talk about it. Isa would share stories and tips for Siffrin L to feel more comfortable. And Loop would feel a little more at ease and learn things about Isa that not even the other Siffrin knows. I think a lot of what Loop struggles with is feeling like the worse Siffrin, or the "second" Siffrin. So Isa talking with them and sharing things he's never shared with the other Siffrin really helps to ground Loop in the idea that their not just the second hand Siffrin and they can have unique experiences and relationships that's not just begrudgingly passed down to them.

Speaking of Siffrin, he's fine using the two names. He mostly uses Loop though just so it doesn't get too confusing, but when their alone they'd use Siffrin. All around Siffrin is pretty chill, but loop's imposter syndrome when it comes to him is off the charts. Not surprising since that's their literal imposter. I've seen fics where Siffrin nicknames Loop Starlight and I think it's cute so it stays.

Bonnie would call Loop "Siffrin L" once (like how if you have 2 people with the same name you'd call them their name + first letter of their last name) and the entire party would find it hilarious and use it to lightheartedly tease Loop with it.

Loop would act mock offended every time it's used, but they begrudgingly accept it. They'd have a bit of a complex about it at first like "Am I the loser Siffrin 😭" but then they'd realize Bonnie wholeheartedly suggested it with the pure hearted innocence only Bonnie can muster and they would Loop around to liking it. I think they'd just be happy to be apart of inside jokes again

Mirabelle kinda struggles with the two names at first and she HATESSSS that she struggles with it. The double Siffrin's keeps confusing her and she's absolutely losing her mind over it. She wants to get this right SO badly, and can't figure out why she's having so much trouble. (I think it's cause it would definitely take a few months for Loop to reveal their identity, and by then Mira thinks she has Loop figured out, but the reveal completely throws her pre conceived ideas of Loop out the window.)

Every time Mira accidentally gets confused and mixes the Sifs up, or uses the "wrong" name she's just like "OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY, I'm so sorry, WILL YOU EVER FORGIVE ME????" With big tears in her eyes and Loop is just like "yea it's fine? Don't worry about it starbit.~" and Mira weeps with joy.

Odile doesn't have all that much to say about the new names. She uses them, maybe does some research into Vamguardian names, and sorta just continues with her day. However if Loop pissses her off she will use Loops "full legal name" of "Siffrin Loop S." It's very silly sounding but it's the tone in which she says it that brings fear into your eyes.

After awhile Siffrin L would get used to the names and kinda just accept them. Multiple names also means all the cool fun new names people give Loop in fics can also be apart of their identity. I think Loop would be the type to cherish nicknames and use new ones just for funzies. Let 👏 Loop 👏 have 👏 multiple 👏 names!!!

anyone else ever think about names and identity in isat and how siffrin named themselves that and hes upset about only having one name and its not even his original one and how loop named themselves loop and calls siffrin stardust and how siffrin wonders if odile named herself that because its an oddly vaugardian sounding name and how siffrin ponders if the king even remembers his own name

#isat spoilers #two hat spoilers #isat loop

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diorleclerc · 3 years ago

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𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

author’s note - this took me foreverrrr but it’s finally done! and just in time to celebrate one month of me creating this blog!! also wanna thank @oultonparks because they helped me out with a few ideas on this (especially letter x).

anyways, i hope you guys like this and as always, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

always takes great care of you after. always lots of cuddles and if you’re not too tired, snacks and movies too.

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

your lips! like not even when you’re sucking him off or anything. he just loves kissing you so much.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like he would like cumming on your tits. something about seeing your chest painted with him just gets him going… and it’s enough to get him hard almost right away again.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he really likes it when you choke him. and when you make him suck your fingers while you’re riding him. his oral fixation is highhhh.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has a good amount of experience. definitely knows what he’s doing but still experiments and tries new things.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionaryyy. pretty boring but he likes it because he can see your face as you take all of him. and he can grab onto your tits too. oh and it’s the perfect position for him to cum on your tits when he pulls out.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely more goofy. but if you’ve been bratty all day? yeah no, you definitely won’t be crying tears of laughter.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like he’s completely bare and hairless down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s usually pretty soft and intimate with you. definitely tries harder with anniversaries or your birthday though. he’ll go all out and have rose petals on the bed and candles and everything.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

lovessss to masturbate on the phone with you when you’re not together. facetime sex is his favorite.

and when you can’t call him, you send him some photos for his private collection to help him get off.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely likes it when you take control. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever when you’re riding him and you just wrap a hand around his throat or when you edge him til he’s begging you to make him cum…

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom but just because you have more space to try out different positions. and because he gets to take his time with you.

but i also think he loves sneaking off during a party or at the club. the riskiness just adds to his excitement.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i feel like he’d have a thing for when you wear heels. he loves the way they make your legs look longer. definitely likes to fuck you with nothing but your heels on too.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

harsh degradation is a hard no for him. things like “such a pretty slut for me” is okay. mixing praise and light degradation is okay for him but he wouldn’t be harsh and mean to you.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he likes both but i think he prefers to give rather than receive. he loves the way you taste and how pretty you look when you’re cunning from his tongue.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

hm i think he’s usually slow with you. he prefers it. but sometimes he’ll need to blow off some steam and fuck out his frustrations.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loveees them. his stamina is high as fuckkkk so he’s always gonna want you. which means you’ll be having quickies a lot.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

riskiest thing you’ve ever done was cockwarm him while he was streaming. to everyone watching, you were just innocently sitting on his lap.

but what was going on below the camera was farrrr from innocent.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh he can go all night. his stamina is highhhh. you’ve definitely had a day where you fucked in literally every single room of your apartment.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

at first, he wouldn’t be into toys. but after he finds out you have a wand? oh his opinion on using toys definitely changes.

loves using it on you while he’s fucking you. also loves it when you use it on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

usually he’s not. always super fair and makes sure you cum at least twice. but if you were a brat, he could edge you allllll week.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i feel like he’s very whiny in bed. lots of breathy moans and whimpers too.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

you were at one of his friend’s house for a party when lando couldn’t control himself anymore and asked you to meet him in the bathroom. he thought he could wait until you got home but the way your ass looked in the tiny dress was enough to give him a painful hard on in the middle of the party.

so here you were now, sitting on the counter with your legs wrapped around his waist while he was pounding into you.

“just couldn’t control yourself, hm?” you tease. “shut up– fuck– it’s not my fault you looked so fucking good darling,” he says, hissing as you clenched around him.

“fuck– fuck, you feel good,” he moans a little too loud. “quiet before someone catches us,” you scold then get an idea.

“maybe this’ll help you quiet down,” you say before tapping his lips with two of your fingers.

he opens his mouth and you slide your fingers in and he immediately starts sucking on them.

the way he’s sucking on your fingers makes you cum so much faster. your orgasm triggers his and he moans around your fingers as he fills you up.

you both quickly clean up and try to fix yourselves up and try to look as presentable as possible.

you sneak out of the bathroom and start to head back to the living room.

but as you’re walking down the hall, you run into charles.

“hey! where’ve you two been…” he trails off as he realized where you two were coming from. that and because he saw the hickey on lando’s neck.

“oh come on! you fucked in my bathroom?!” charles groans.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

monster cock. that’s all i have to say. and he’s probably very thick and heavy.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very, very, very high. always wants you. anytime and anywhere.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he definitely falls asleep before you do. he’ll be laying on your chest and you’re playing with his hair and he just drifts off to sleep so quickly.

#ln #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 headcanon #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut #formula 1 x reader #diorleclerc writes

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mooni-bunni · 4 years ago

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AOT with a Black S/O

A/N: There are SO many characters I want to do so this is definitely going to be a part one. Please know that I’m going off of MY ✨black experience✨ so if I mention something that you don’t do or experience, then idk, write your own. 🤨

CW: Modern AU, Black!Reader, Reader is female oriented,

TW: some light racism mentions.

Eren Jaeger

I’m going to start this off by saying Eren is completely into ethnic women.

If it’s not the way your skin glows under the summer sun, it’s definitely the goddamn brown eyes that are just BEAUTIFUL MAN.

He won’t say it, but he is such a nerd for learning more about your culture. Learns a lot about black history and excitedly tells you the new stuff he learned. He gets so happy when he learns about inventions by black people too.

He gets really mad about a lot of social issues though. He’s a really good listener when it comes to you voicing your feelings about something that’s happened in the community. Definitely an unapologetic activist.

Take him to a predominantly black church, watch him be all awkward but tapping his toes. He’ll tell you after that he really enjoyed it and had a lot of fun. He may not be feeling the Holy Ghost, but he is definitely going with you on sunday just to enjoy it with you

Over all, he just loves you so much, he gets to experience so,etching new every single day and he loves it. Especially when it comes to music, food, and clothing. Dress him up please, he likes it. Use him as a wig stand too.

Armin Arlert

Please, he was doing research on black culture before you were even dating. 🤨🖐🏾

When you started dating, you were definitely surprised by how much he actually knows about black culture. It’s all because he wanted to make sure he never says anything to you that makes you upset. If he has questions about something, he is going right to those books and the internet. He’s also not afraid to ask you questions but he would prefer to not burden you with the responsibility of educating him.

If you grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood, he tries his best to make you feel comfortable about being your most authentic self and not washing yourself down for him. He doesn’t like it when you hold yourself back or fix your speech so that he can understand you better, he’ll fight you to be yourself. USE YOUR AAVE AND TEACH HIM.

He really likes the way you talk. He takes note of any little inflectional accented letters in the words you speak. He will use words like “bussin” and “Chile” in the wrong way, so please just… stop him, he’s trying his best.

He’s also really into African American protective hairstyles and why they are important

Definitely sits down with you and helps you with your hair. He’s not the best with it, but he is definitely helpful. Like he’ll at least hold stuff for you or let you use his hand as the pallet for the grease or gel. If you’re a wig wearer, he likes being the model while you shape it. If you’ve got an Afro, he’s buying you the cutest bonnets to wear at night.

Mikasa Ackerman

The thing she loves so much about you is how she’s able to swap cultural experiences with you. 🥺

She grew up in a half Asian household and has a lot of things to share. The fact that she gets to mix her culture with yours is incredible to her. Especially with food because traditional Japanese dishes with traditional African American foods is fun to combine

She is really into r&b music, too. Swapping music with her is so much fun because she finds some new artists she’s never heard of before. She really likes Destiny’s Child

Asks you a lot of questions, too. It’s always light hearted and she means so well. She wants to know more about your family, the dynamic, what kinds of struggles you went through, the celebrations.

Bring her to parties and family functions, she is a visual and hands on learner.

Calls you beautiful every single day. There’s not a single thing about you that she doesn’t love.

Jean Kirschtein

Jean definitely gets quite the culture shock when you first start living together.

Mainly because of the food. He is not used to any cuisine that as a little spice in it. The first time you cool all the fixings for him, he is overwhelmed. It smells so good and some is familiar, but he’s never had them in this way.

He’s eating all of it anyways honey. He’s telling you it’s BUSSIN. Every fuckin meal, bro, he is saying it. Y’all can’t even go to cookouts because he says it so loud, tell him to STOP. (But don’t because it sounds funny and he’s just trying to express his love for soul food.)

OH AND DANCING. BRO. He learns a lot about how dances were ripped off from black people and he asks you to teach him the correct way to do it, if you know how. If not, he’ll happily teach you. He loves the history of it, too.

He is very active as an ally and does a lot of work to make sure the community you guys live in is accepting and safe for you and everyone else.

It really does take him a minute to get into the swing of daily life, but he is so happy he met you and that you let him in.

Sasha Braus

You already know I’m going to say food with this girl.

The way she is tearing up a plate the first time you cook food for her is a little animalistic. She licks that shit CLEAN. Some soul food at a party is going to be nonexistent if you bring her.

She may not be the brightest girl, but movies are definitely her thing. She likes it when you show her some movies directed by black people like Jordan Peele or Tyler Perry. One of her favorite movies is Dream Girls.

She also asks a lot of questions. (Ahem, her with Onyankopon…) It’s always her trying to learn more but they sometimes come off as a little uhhhhh… you know…. Like that. Don’t worry though, explain things to her and she is immediately apologetic for even asking.

You might have to teach her a few things though, I’m not gonna lie.

Take her to a family reunion or a Juneteenth celebration party, trust me she’ll enjoy herself.

Levi Ackerman

Surprisingly the thing he enjoys the best is the music.

You’d think with his classical tea loving ass, he’d be a little weary with the music, but no! He actually really likes old hip hop and rap. New age is not his favorite, but he likes artist like Tupac, Biggie, Jay Z, Old Kanye. Don’t be surprised to see him rapping randomly. I’ll stand by this.

He’s also really good with hair. Like surprisingly good with it. Like, he could actually just do your hair and you will probably never have to go to a salon ever.

He saw you struggling with yours one morning and noticed how expensive it was for you to get yours done, so he literally went out to any black owned salon and asked if they could teach him how it’s done. For weeks he just spent his free time learning how to do textured hair, which products were good, which ones were harmful, how to style, all of it. He came home one day and saw you booking an appointment to get yours done and told you he could do it. Success.

He also learns your favorite soul food meals. Spends time with your family to learn how you like it.

Overall, Levi isn’t great with words but he shows you he loves you by doing these extravagant things for your that’s how you know he cares about you and how important your heritage is.

A/N: this was so cute wahhh. Idk why I’m worried about being canceled when I’m black- also sorry for any typos I miss.

#soft side 🌕#moon writes ✍🏾#aot x black reader #Eren x reader #armin x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #sasha x reader #levi x reader #aot headcanons #aot fluff

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star1117-archives · 3 years ago

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Hey~ Could I request a quickie with San pls? I love your writing btw <3

I’m sorry guys I’m a slut for e2fwb

➵ Pairing : San X Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Suggestive

➵ W.C : 716

➵ Warnings : E2fwb, Insinuated quickie, Marking, Cheating [bsf’s bf], San smokes, Bickering, Mentions of oral.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

Slamming the door shut behind him San smirked at you, biting his lip as he looked you up and down. He locked the door and walked to you in a hurry, picking you up by the thighs in one swift motion and placing you on the side. Wasting no time he ripped your shirt open, kissing your chest as your fingers wrapped through his hair. Your words were broken as you tried to speak. Heavy emphasis on tried, the alcohol and San were definitely getting to you.

“W-why so quick San? We have t-time-”

San pecked your lips, cutting you off with a needy look, his eyes pleading.

“No we don’t, I need to get back out there soon.”

You huffed and shook your head before tugging at your skirt, about to take it off when San held your hand.

“No time. C’mere.”

The breathless lust radiating from the boy made you comply, a gasp leaving your mouth as San tugged you closer by the waist. He quickly flipped your skirt up while attacking your neck, biting and sucking at your skin with a crazed hunger.

Your lips were completely addictive in his crazed state, the sweet taste of the ciders you’d been drinking all night mixing with the beer and vodka San had been knocking back religiously. His hands gripped your inner thighs, spreading them and dipping his hand in between them without breaking the kiss.

You moaned softly into his mouth as he pulled your panties down, not wasting any time as he fiddled with his belt buckle. You broke the kiss, taking in big gulps of air as San licked his lips, staring intently at you as he pulled his trousers down. It was so intense you could feel your skin on fire, burning with need for him. But your unease overpowered you and you had to ask, even if it killed the mood.

“When are you gonna tell her?”

San sighed and stepped back slightly, face set as he turned back to you with a frown.

“Why the fuck would you ask that right now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone, pulling your panties up as you crossed your arms.

“Because my best friend is sitting out there wondering where her boyfriend is, and here I am screwing him in a manky ass bathroom.”

Scoffing San leaned on the wall, apparently giving up on getting laid and buckling his belt before taking a cigarette and lighter out of his jeans. He quickly lit it, blowing a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but take a mental note of how attractive he looked.

“That doesn’t exactly make you seem like an angel sweetheart, you sound more despicable than me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, scoffing with a frown.

“Since when did you know words over seven letters? I’m proud of you San, perhaps you’re not as stupid as I thought.”

San rolled his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette before expelling the smoke with an exasperated sigh.

“Still as bitchy as when I first met your punk ass though. Bet even your pussy as salty as you are.”

Smirking, you grabbed a lipstick out of your bag and reapplied it in the mirror behind you, trying to fix his mess.

“Why don’t you tell me, you lap my shit up on the daily.”

Throwing his butt into the sink, San blew the last of his smoke into your face before running the water tap and extinguishing the flame. He then chuckled when you coughed lightly, holding the side of your neck and pulling you close. You could smell the stench of cigarettes mixing with his alcohol and just that had you silent, waiting for his next movement. No matter how much you hated him, San had your heart in a chokehold.

“Funny thing is, I can’t really remember.”

His movements were a little bit slower now as his hand rested on your thigh, kisses being placed softly on your neck. Spreading your legs, you let him come between them with a chuckle, drawing his bottom lip out with your teeth before letting it go with a knowing smirk.

“Feel free to remind yourself, I know a little himbo like you just can’t help it.”

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Decisions - C. C. Imagine

summary: in which carlisle faces the wrath of his former lover after abandoning her

pairing: fem!reader x carlisle

word count: 5,314 (can you tell i got carried away?)

request: could you maybe do one for carlisle where the reader and him have a massive argument like proper slamming doors shouting and he asks edward to help him (with the mind reading and that) with making up with the reader? i hope that makes sense hahah😂i’m in LOVE with your writing 🤩

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“Thank you for dinner tonight, Eugene. It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been out like this so I appreciate it.” The woman spoke softly, the edges of her eyes crinkling slightly due to the smile that adorned her face. “It only feels like it’s been a while because it has been a while, Y/N.” The man teased as he looked down at the woman beside him. Her cheeks tinted a light pink color and it was at this moment she was thankful for the darkness of the night that enveloped the car the two were sat in. “Right. Look, I really am sorry about all of that. I was just,” She let out a sigh as she looked down at her hands, “I don’t really know actually.” She finished quietly. The man’s lips pressed into a thin line as his grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly. Letting out a small sigh he responded, “You were just heartbroken. It’s normal, especially after something like that.” He muttered, his tone noticeably more annoyed causing her to frown. “Yeah. I guess that’s what happens when you’re thrown to the side like trash.” She muttered, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the pessimistic thoughts that began to infiltrate her mind.

Pulling into her driveway and parking the car, the man rested a hand on her thigh as he looked over at her once more, “You’re not trash, Y/N. You didn’t deserve what he did to you. He made his choice to leave….Now you just have to make your choice to get back out there and take your life back.” She let out a small sigh as she rested one of her hands on top of the one that was on her thigh, “I know, but it’s still hard. I mean, some days I feel like I’m completely fine and that I can take on the world but other days…Other days I can’t help but feel like he dodged a bullet leaving the way he did. Who knows, maybe he saw something wrong with me that I can’t see and decided it was too much for him.” Hearing her dejected tone the man only frowned, “I won’t lie and say I know how you feel because I honestly don’t. What I do know is that you can’t let his choices dictate your life. He made his decision and it’s about time you made yours. I just want what’s best for you, everyone does.” The woman began to chew on her lip as she allowed the weight of the words from her friend to sink into her mind. “I guess that’s fair. Maybe I have been sulking around a bit longer than I should be.” “It’s been five months, Y/N. I think you’ve done more than enough sulking for the year.” She nodded silently before pulling her hand away from his and tugging her purse up to rest on her lap. “I’m pretty tired so I think I’m gonna head to bed now. Thank you again for dragging me out of the house tonight, Gene. I really did enjoy everything. Maybe we can do it again sometime soon,” She suggested, a small burst of confidence bubbling in her chest. Eugene’s face lit up with a smile as he nodded eagerly, “Definitely. Just let me know when you want to go. I’ll be waiting.” She smiled as she leaned over the console to give him a brief hug before pulling away and promptly exiting the car. She closed the door and gave the man a small wave before making her way into her small house. She dropped her belongings at the door and kicked her shoes off before dragging herself to her bedroom and throwing herself onto the bed as she immediately tugged a warm blanket over her body. She laid still for a moment as she stared blankly at the ceiling before rolling over and digging around in her bedside drawer before her hand came into contact with a familiar piece of paper. She hastily pulled it out and sat up as she began to unfold the paper and skim her eyes over the words that were elegantly written onto the paper. My love, I am writing this letter to you with a fearful mind and heavy heart as I am not quite sure how you will react. It is without a doubt that you are the one who has stolen my heart and who I will love and cherish unconditionally for the rest of my existence which only makes writing this even more painful. Even with this burden, I must carry on. It’s come to my, and the family’s attention, that our presence in Forks will only bring nothing but pain and suffering to both you and Bella. It is because of this that we must leave. Believe me when I say there is no other way. This is for your and Bella’s safety. My only regret is that I will not be able to hold you in my arms and gaze into your loving eyes one last time before we leave, but I know if I did I would only stay and I cannot do that to you or my family. I hope to meet with you again, my love. Yours forever, Carlisle “Yours forever.” She spoke, a bitter edge mixed in with her tone. She let out a scoff as she flicked the paper over the side of her bed, not bothering to check where it landed. She fell back onto her mattress as she once again began to stare aimlessly at the ceiling above. If only forever actually meant something.

Three Months Later

“Thank you for taking time out of your day and meeting with me, it truly means a lot,” Y/N spoke, a bright smile on her face as she shook hands with the mother who was holding tightly onto her child beside her. “Absolutely! You already know I’m more than happy to meet up with you at any time. Thank you for reaching out. I’ll make sure everything gets taken care of as soon as possible.” Y/N nodded as she looked down to the child who clung tightly to his mother’s side, “I’ll see you on Monday, kiddo. Have a great evening!” The child gave her a timid smile as he spoke up, “You too Ms. L/N!” The woman’s smile only widened before bidding the pair a goodbye. Hearing her classroom door close, she took a seat in her chair as she leaned forward to get a closer look at the classwork of her fourth-period class. Letting out a small sigh, she grabbed her blue pen and began her daily routine of monotonous grading. After what felt like an eternity, she heard her classroom door swing open causing her to look up from the stack of classwork that seemed to significantly lower in height since starting. “I figured you’d still be here. I got us some Chinese!” Eugene spoke as he held up the bag of takeout like a trophy in his hands. “Thank goodness. I really didn’t want to get home and have to cook. It’s been a long day.” The woman groaned as she pushed the stack of paperwork to the side as Eugene placed the styrofoam container into her hands. She quickly opened up the box and began to eat to her heart's content as she watched Eugene struggle with his chopsticks. “I’m not quite sure why you get those if you haven’t figured you how to use them after nearly two years. I think you should just give up.” She remarked before taking a bite of veggie roll dipped in duck sauce she’d expertly acquired with her own pair of chopsticks. Eugene let out a scoff as he turned to face her, “Well sorry I can’t be perfect at everything I do. Not my fault no one taught me how to use these things.” He muttered with a frown on his face. She let out a hearty laugh, “I’ve offered to teach you numerous times, you just refuse to let me help you out.” “I refuse because I’m a strong, independent man. I don’t need to rely on no woman.” She smirked, “If I didn’t know you were gay, I’d think you have some vendetta against women.” “Vendetta? Against women? Please, a woman could spit on me and I’d apologize for bothering her.” He scoffed. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she stared at him with a brow quirked up, “Good to know. Very good to know.” He rolled his eyes before throwing a packet of soy sauce at her, “Oh be quiet. You know you could never do that to me. You love me too much.” “Sadly. Now, hurry up and finish eating. I wanna get home already.” He shook his head as he closed the takeout container, “I’m actually not all that hungry tonight so we can go now.” The woman only nodded in response as the pair began to clean up and gather their belongings before heading out of the classroom and over to his car. --- Pulling into her driveway, he put the car into park as Eugene turned to look at the woman beside him. “I know we just ate dinner together, but you wanna grab something to eat tomorrow?” She pondered for a moment before nodding with a small smile, “Yeah we can. You know I love being with you.” “Everyone does, they just don’t want to admit it.” She rolled her eyes playfully before reaching over the console and giving him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Text me the details. I’ll see you later, Gene.” He quickly returned her affection as he nodded, “I will. Have a good evening, Y/N.” She gave him a smile before getting out of the car and closing the door behind her. She gave him a parting wave as she watched him pull out of her driveway and away from her house. With a content sigh, she walked up to her front door and twisted the knob, shock coming over her features as the door swung open with ease. I never leave the door unlocked. Feeling a sense of unease beginning to creep up on her, she tucked her keys between her knuckles as she slowly stepped into her house making sure to rake her eyes over every little detail in her home. With small and quiet movements, she set her bag on the ground as she silently shut the door behind her. She carefully crept into the house as she made sure to keep both her eyes and ears peeled for any suspicious sign of an intruder. Walking into her living room, she continued her slow and cautious movements before her eyes settled on her couch where a hauntingly familiar piece of fabric was strewn across the top. Gulping, she stalked closer to the couch and picked up the dark grey jacket. With shaking hands, she slowly began to unfold the jacket, her heart clenching as the familiar scent invaded her nostrils. Eyes widened and heart pounding, she whipped around to find him standing there in all his glory. “Carlisle.” She gasped out. She stared with a sense of horror and despair as she took in the sight of the man who stood only a few feet away from her. Her eyes raked over his tall, slightly muscularity and lean build that was dressed in a light blue collared button-up that was neatly tucked away beneath a sweater vest that was a shade darker than his button-up. It was paired with a pair of black jeans she had gotten him as a gift along with a pair of dress shoes that she had a feeling were new. She sucked in a sharp breath as she dared to bring her eyes up to his face that radiantly shone against the dim lighting in the living room, his golden eyes locked onto her figure that seemed frozen in place as the pair stared each other down. Neither one of them dared to break the silence as a tense feeling overcame the both of them, more specifically Y/N. Swallowing the last of her pride, she found the courage to speak first. “You’re here.” As if sensing her hesitance, Carlisle slowly nodded before gently speaking out, “Yes. There was a change in our living conditions.” Not quite knowing how to respond, the woman only nodded as she suddenly became all too aware of just how small the living room truly was. Taking in a small breath, Carlisle took a step toward her causing the woman to immediately take a step away from him. This reaction caused him to shrink back into himself as he felt a pang of hurt course through his body. I deserve that. Shaking off the rejection he opened his mouth, “Love-“ “Get out.” His eyes widened at her harsh tone as he took a moment to stare at her face. It didn’t take a genius to know that her expression was one of extreme anger and discomfort, but to know that the person who had once promised unconditional love and care for you aimed that deadly glare at you, it was disheartening, to say the least. “Y/N, I can explain-“ “Now you want to explain yourself? What, you think you can break into my house and expect everything to just be alright? Do you have any idea what you put me through just leaving like that? I spent months trying to convince myself that I still had a life worth living and you expect me to run back into your arms? I don’t think so, Carlisle.” She spits, a certain fire he had never seen burning into him as she glared at him. “I know I hurt you, but it was what the family needed. I’m sorry it came to it, but we had no other choice. I had no other choice.” She let out a scoff as she threw the jacket to the ground before walking up to him with fury in her eyes before stopping directly in front of him, “And you couldn’t tell me that in person? You had to leave a fucking note? Are you kidding me? You knew what I would think and you didn’t want to face that so you took the easy way out by tossing me to the side like trash-“ “You’re not trash-“ His sentence was once again cut short, not by her words this time, but by the sound of her hand smacking against his stone-cold cheek. Startled, Carlisle stumbled a bit as he looked to her with a look of shock and hurt visible on his face, “Did you just-“ “Yes. I slapped you Carlisle and if I’m being honest, I should do a hell of a lot more to you right now with the nerve you have showing your face around here after what you did.” He let out a sigh of annoyance as he took a step back from her, “I did it to protect you. You really think I would intentionally hurt you?” “If that was the case, you would’ve talked to me and not just left a lousy note!” She yelled. “I was protecting you, Y/N! I did what I thought was best at the time and I’m sorry if you can’t see that but I don’t regret what I did for even a second!” He yelled back as he felt himself feeding on her own anger and frustration. “If you don’t regret it then why the hell did you come crawling back here?! You should’ve just left another note on my bed and left me alone, God knows you’re great at doing that!” Carlisle let out a humorless laugh as he bit back, “What? So you can be alone with Eugene? God Y/N, if I knew how easily you could move on from me I would’ve just found some other woman to run off with!” “Don’t you dare try to blame this on me, Cullen. I wasn’t the one who decided to walk away from a perfectly good relationship-“ “Maybe it wasn’t a perfectly good relationship, Y/N! Maybe that’s why I left in the first place! Did you ever take a moment to think about how much of a pain you can be to deal with, especially as a human? How much it took to take care of you? You drive me absolutely insane and leaving you behind was probably one of the best decisions of my entire existence!” He roared out harshly. At his impassioned revelation, Y/N’s face quickly became void of all emotion as she straightened out her posture. He watched helplessly as she clenched and unclenched her jaw, a habit she did when she was trying not to lose control, especially during an argument. Feeling a pit grow in his stomach at the weight of his words, Carlisle’s face fell as he gulped. “Y/N, you know I didn’t mean-“ “I’m going to my room.” Carlisle looked up at her as his eyes slightly widened at her choice of words, “What?” “I said I’m going to my room and I won’t bother coming out until morning. If I come out and you’re still here, I won’t hesitate to call the cops and tell them about your breaking and entering stunt,” She spoke lifelessly. “Please don’t-“ “Goodnight Carlisle,” She spoke quietly before stalking off toward her bedroom. Carlisle watched her figure disappear behind the walls of her house, a sharp flinch interrupting his still frame as the walls shook from the force of her slamming her door. In all his time of knowing her, he knew she was a woman of her word and so with a heavy heart and a guilty conscience, he picked up his jacket before leaving her residence as he tried to get the sound of her heartbroken cries emitting from her room out of his head.

Next morning

Slowly stirring awake, Y/N reluctantly opened her eyes. Immediately being blinded by the light shining in from the window she regretted her decision as she screwed her eyes shut, rubbing away at her eyes with her hands as she tried to dull the stinging sensation. Once soothed, she opened her eyes once more. Furrowing her brows together, she sat up as she took a moment to sniff the air. Lips pressed into a thin line and annoyance already coursing through her veins, she shot up from her bed as she swung her door open and stormed over to the kitchen. “I told you I was going to call the cops if-Oh.“ Her sentence quickly faltered as she caught sight of Edward watching over the movements of Bella as she moved around the kitchen with a grace that Y/N could never quite master due to the fact that she was more than happy to live off of take-out than take the time out of her day to make a homemade meal for herself. “What are you doing here?” She got out, her voice suddenly feeling very small and hoarse. Edward turned to her, crinkling his nose slightly at the overwhelmingly large amount of thoughts that flooded through her head. Shoving away his own distaste for her mind at the moment, he spoke. “Carlisle said you’d call the cops if you saw him in here when you got up. You never said anything about seeing me or Bella,” At the mention of her name, Bella perked up as she turned to face the older woman with a shy smile and a small wave before turning back to the pancakes she was in the middle of making. Y/N let out a deep sigh as she rolled her eyes, “Damn him and his loopholes.” Edward gave a small smile toward the woman. While he had strong feelings about human involvement in the family’s rather odd lifestyle, it was obvious to anyone that he had grown a soft spot for the woman who had effortlessly stolen the heart of his adoptive father. While he looked to Carlisle as a father figure, it was Y/N who he saw as a mother figure. “Come on, Bella already fixed you a plate. Why don’t we sit down and talk for a bit?” By the time the words had left his mouth, he was already dragging her to the couch in the living room shoving the plate of food into her hands as he sat on the couch opposite to her. “Yes, make yourself at home.” She muttered sarcastically before stabbing her fork into a sausage and shoving it into her mouth. “Y/N-“ He started. “Why are you here, Edward?” She asked once she had finished chewing. "Alive had a vision of what happened. I just wanted to check in on you." She let out a bitter laugh as she looked up at him, "Well I'm doing just fine, Edward. Feel free to leave. Bella can stay though, these pancakes are heavenly," The woman remarked as she stabbed a fluffy pancake with her fork. "You're still in your clothes from last night and your eyes are red and puffy. Believe me when I say you look horrible." He observed. "Well your eye bags are becoming more prominent, but you don't see me rubbing that in your face now do you?" She remarked, patience slowly beginning to wear thin. "Well, I can't exactly sleep it off. I'm literally dead." "Excuses, excuses." She waved off. Edward let out a small sigh of frustration as she continued to brush off his efforts. It was no surprise she was upset with Carlisle especially after some of the things he had said, but the disregard she had for her own feelings was annoyingly frustrating, especially when he could see right through her act just by digging into her thought. While it could very well be seen as an invasion of privacy, Edward felt it was critical at this moment. "You can't just ignore this conversation, Y/N. You've gotta talk about it at one point or another. I know you're hurting." "You don't know anything, Edward. You can't just waltz in here and think you know how I feel." "I can make a pretty good assumption based on your thoughts." She rolled her eyes as she pushed the plate of food away from her, "What is it with you guys and taking the easy way out? First, you leave Forks because of an accident. Then Carlisle leaves me with a note for his goodbye and if that wasn't enough, you have the nerve to sit here and read my thoughts instead of talking to me like a normal person would. It's getting pathetic honestly." She finished off with a huff. Edward's lips turned into a frown as he leaned back into the couch, "Then tell me how you feel." Y/N let out a deep sigh as she stared down at her hands, "I'm just hurt. When you guys came into my life, I wasn't expecting to get so attached, and when I did...God, it felt like the best thing in the world like I was flying. Carlisle knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. And then you just leave? It's one thing to leave me here by myself, but the fact no one even said anything to me? I would've preferred being left alone in the woods like a sack of meat because at least then I'd know you cared enough to see me one last time, but I didn't get that and it hurt." Edward silently watched her for a moment before speaking, "Your thoughts are all jumbled together...What are you thinking about?" She let out a sigh as she began to play with her fingers, "When you guys left, I felt useless. I felt like dead weight and it showed. I could barely bring myself out of bed to go to work and the days I manage to bring myself to work, everyone just wanted me to go home because they were so worried. It was like the only thing I wanted to do was sleep and eat my days away, but I couldn't even do that because just the thought of eating made me want to puke. As for sleeping, I couldn't do that without waking up and driving over to your house like it was some bad dream. Hell, it took five months for me to even get out of the house and get some semblance of normality back into my life, then it took another three months for me to finally feel normal again. And just like that, you guys come back without a care in the goddamn world expecting a warm welcome after everything. Especially with the things he said? It was one thing to have him come back out of literally nowhere, but for him to say all of those things too? It hurts and I don't wanna go through that again, Edward. I can't go through that again." Edward nodded with a frown settled on his face as he reached out and grabbed her hand, "You can't avoid him forever though, especially if you're both in the same town." "Should've thought about that before he left." "You're right, I should have." The pair both look toward the main entrance where Carlisle stood in the same outfit he'd worn the night before albeit a tad wrinkled and disbelieved with his normally tame hair sticking out in different directions. Her face grew into a scowl as she crossed her arms, "What part of "I'll call the cops" don't you understand? I don't want you here." Carlisle turned to stare at Edward and gave him a small nod. Obviously picking up on something Y/N couldn't quite understand, he stood up and walked out with Bella awkwardly trailing behind him making Y/N wonder just how long she was standing there watching her pour her heart out to boyfriend. Shaking away the thoughts, she looked to Carlisle. "As much as I hate you right now, I'd rather not see you get dragged away in a pair of cuffs so please just go." Carlisle only shook his head as she slowly began walking toward her, "You know I can't do that, love." "No. You don't get to say that. You don't get to come in here and act like you still care." At this, Carlisle stopped his advances as he stared her down. "I'll always care about you. I know I have a weird way of showing it, but I was only doing what I thought was best. For my family, for you." "I know that Carlisle, I could care less about the fact that you left. It's how you left and how you came back. It was just so sudden, there was no warning and you just sprung it on me. Then yesterday with how upset you got with me when I didn't immediately fall into your arms that you thought you could say such horrible things...How did you expect me to react?" As she listed off all these wrongdoings, Carlisle felt an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment creep onto him as he looked down at the wooden floors beneath him. "Y/N, I know there's nothing I could ever do to make it better, but I truly am sorry for all the pain I've caused you with my absence. You're absolutely right when you say the way I left was awful. I did take the easy way out, but I knew if I did it in person I wouldn't be able to stop myself from leaving you. I knew the family was counting on me and I couldn't risk my own emotions overpowering what they needed me to do." "And yesterday? What the hell was that?" Carlisle sighed as his frown deepened, "Like you said, I came back expecting you to fully accept me once again. I thought you'd be blinded with joy that you wouldn't care about me just showing up and when you didn't I just...It was painful. Having you yell at me talking about how you didn't want me around was hurtful. I didn't know how to react so I gave into my anger and I said terrible things that I didn't mean. There is no excuse for my actions or the words I said last night, but please believe me when I say that I didn't mean a word of what I said. I was angry, frustrated, and admittedly a bit thirsty. I acted like a monster and I don't expect your forgiveness, but I hope you understand just how sorry and regretful I am." At his long admission, Y/N let out a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair. "God I hate you." Carlisle looked at her, pain swirling around in his eyes as he tried to ignore the pang of hurt that made its way through his chest. "You should. I don't-" "I hate that you left. I hate that you couldn't be a fucking man and tell me yourself. I hate that you came back out of nowhere and said all those horrid things to me. I hate that you had the nerve to take advantage of your child for your own benefit. I hate how you're still here even after I threatened to call the cops on you and I hate that I still need your touch," She managed to spill out in a long, desperate breath as the salty tears began to prick at her eyes once more. Carlisle sucked in a breath before using his enhanced speed to get to the woman who's strong resolve was slowly cracking for the man who had caused her so much heartbreak. He slowly and softly brought his hands to rest on either side of her head as he gently craned her neck to look up at him as she gripped onto his arms with tears now freely streaming down her face. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as she continued to speak, "I hate how relieved I feel now that you're here," He then pressed his soft lips to the tip of her nose "I hate how I feel like I can finally breathe," Another kiss was pressed to her cheek "And I hate how much I just want you to kiss me already." At her words, Carlisle's gaze darkened slightly before he pulled her body close to his and pressed his lips to hers. Her arms threw themselves around his neck as she jumped up onto him, his strong arms immediately catching and supporting her weight as they desperately moved their lips together as if it were the last time. She tightened her hold on him as she ran her hands through his golden locks, the familiar feeling of love and adoration filling her heart as she did so, lips still moving feverishly in sync. After a few more moments, they pulled away with Y/N breathing deeply from the lack of oxygen while Carlisle stared at her with his loving eyes. Once her breathing returned back to normal, she stared into his eyes as she spoke, "But most of all, I hate how much I still love you." Carlisle let out a sigh of relief and happiness as she pulled her even closer to him, the tiniest of spaces between them being closed as they embraced each other. "I love you so much, Y/N. So so much," He spoke as he buried his face into her hair as he inhaled the scent of her sweet shampoo. "I love you too but if you ever leave me like that again I promise I won't hesitate to hit you harder than I did last night." "I wouldn't dream of it, my love. I'm yours till the end of time."

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johnsamericano · 4 years ago

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

warnings: tooth-rotting shit, Johnny is a dick at the beggining, inexperienced reader, fem masturbation, it's kinda bad but I hope you enjoy.

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“I’m going out with my friends tonight, don’t wait up for me.” He commented while slipping his black, leather shoes on.

“Drive carefully .” You answered as you popped a cup of instant ramen inside the microwave.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath after the door closed behind him. Freedom finally.

You turned on the Tv, setting the volume louder than usual. Johnny didn’t like noise, to be honest, he probably didn’t even like you. He had so many house rules, you couldn’t even breathe without getting scolded by him. Not even three months had passed since your wedding and you already felt like you were in some sort of military camp.

“God, it smells so nice.” You murmured, pulling out the hot cup from the microwave and dumping the content in a bowl.

You ate on the sofa, another thing that Johnny hated, while watching your favorite series, enjoying your time alone. If it wasn’t for your parents, you would’ve never agreed to marry him, but they sounded so excited with the idea that you couldn’t refuse them, it wasn’t like you had a line of men waiting for you anyways.

You decided to have a little dessert, a mug cake, to be specific. You decided to make one for Johnny as well, the memories of you as kids eating all sorts of candies coming back to you as to mixed all the ingredients together. What happened to him during high school? All you knew was that he studied abroad and came back like a completely different man. He wasn’t your Johnny anymore. Of course, you were sad at first, but your sadness soon turned into anger as his attitude towards you got worse.

“Get lost.” Or “You’re so annoying.” Were some of the things you’d often hear.

You stopped trying after a semester, and it was quite healing to be honest. But then your parents had to bring him back to your life, and in the worst way possible. Nevertheless, they seemed happy, knowing that someone nice was living with you. Of course, they didn’t know the new Johnny.

After eating up all your food, you washed the dishes and laid down on the couch, your eyelids slowly closing as you drifted away. It wasn’t until a couple of hours later when a pair of arms woke you.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes a bit disoriented.

Johnny held you between his arms, carrying you towards your shared bedroom, which he almost never used.

“Go back to sleep, I got you.” He tucked you in with delicate movements. You could sense alcohol in his breath, but he wasn’t acting drunk at all. “Close your eyes.” He murmured as he felt your gaze over him.

“If alcohol was all it took for you to be nice, I would’ve poured some whiskey on your morning coffee every day.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your remarks.

“I’ve been a bit rude to you, haven’t I?” He kneeled down in front of the bed, his thumb tracing the shape of your eyebrow. Now you were certain he was drunk. “I’m sorry, I still don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you rejected me-”

“I’m sorry, what?” You frowned.

“You know, the letter I sent you when I was abroad...” He tried helping you remember, things getting clearer for him at your lack of response. “You didn’t get it, did you?” You shook your head. “Shit.”

“So you’ve been an ass to me for a letter I didn’t even get? Way to go, Suh.” Anger started boiling at the bottom of your stomach, sleepiness abandoning your system. “God, I wanna hit you so bad right now.”

“Please, do so.” He felt like a piece of garbage, having treated the girl he loved like his worst enemy for a misunderstanding. “But, hypothetically, if you had gotten that letter...what would’ve been your answer?” He fidgeted with the bedsheets, feeling your legs shift under them.

“I don’t know, what did it say?”

“I’m not gonna tell you what a lame 14 year old wrote to his crush.” He scoffed. “It was just a love confession, quite cheesy if you ask me.”

“If I had gotten that letter...” You cupped his soft cheeks, they were burning, probably because of the drinks he’d had, or maybe because of your touch. “I would’ve begged my parents to let me take a flight to see you, so I could answer to your confession in person.” His heart stopped, the answer he’d longed for so many years was finally about to slip from your mouth. “I did like you, John. But then you abruptly changed, and you hurt me so much during this past years.” Your words sounded unforgiving, and yet, you had the softest look on your moonlit face. “But I’m willing to let that go if you tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull your face closer to his, your noses slightly touching.

“I’m so glad you agreed to marry me, that way I get to spend the rest of my life with the woman I’ve loved for so many years. Only if you want that too, of course.”

“Will rude Johnny be back tomorrow morning?” You asked, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Rude Johnny’s dead.” His sweet smile encouraged you to finally shorten the distance between your lips. It was your very first real kiss as a couple.

Your lips fitted perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. He was the first to make a move, placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer as he climbed on top of your body. The kiss started getting heated, his tongue freely exploring your mouth as his hands got playful, softly kneading your breast.

The palms of your hands touched his well built pecs, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you realized how strong he really was. He was definitely not the skinny teenager you were in love with.

“What is it, baby?” He smiled, his cheeks turning slightly pink, your wide eyes looking attentively at him.

“Did you eat teenage Johnny or something?” He laughed, the prettiest and most genuine laugh you’d ever heard from him.

“No, but there’s someone else I’m surely gonna eat out tonight.” You smack his chest, a high pitched whine coming out from his mouth. “What was that for?”

“Don’t talk like that...it’s my first time.” He’d already guessed it by the fact that you’d never had a boyfriend or a proper date, but it was still shocking to hear it from your own mouth.

“Then I guess I’ll have to be gentle.” His long fingers started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt right in front of your inexperienced eyes, cockily smirking at the way you’d unconsciously bite your lower lip. “Can I ask something?” You nodded, eyes still glued to his half naked chest. “The day of our wedding...was that your first kiss?” You remembered the lame peck you received as soon as the officiant declared you husband and wife.

“Sadly.” He felt as if a hundred needles were stabbing his lovesick heart.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, kissing your soft lips over and over again. “I stole your first kiss.”

“Then make up for it.” You raised your hips, your sensitive core meeting with his bulge and stealing a gasp from both of you.

His hungry lips attached to your neck, sucking several purple marks on it as your hands quickly worked through the remaining buttons of his shirt, helping him slide it down his arms. Even with the lack of light in your room, you could see his torso perfectly, the way his biceps would twitch as his hands slipped inside your shirt, thumbs caressing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Johnny.” You moaned, his hands moving upwards to play with your hard nipples.

“Turn on the light on the nightstand, I want to see you.” He murmured beside your ear, kissing the shell of it as you extended your arm to do as he said.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust to the new illumination. Johnny looked even more ethereal under the dim, yellow light.

“Why have you got to be so damn perfect?” Your fingers traced his well-defined abs, mesmerized by the shape of them. While you were distracted drooling over his body, he took the chance to lift your shirt just above your round boobs, moaning at the sight of the two, beautiful mounds. Reality stroke you as you felt your nipples harden from the cold air. “Don’t look at me like that.” You avoided his eyes, your body growing hotter under his intense gaze.

“How do you expect me to look at the woman I love?” You turned to your side, shirt still lifted.

“Stop it.” Johnny loved how shy you’d always been around him, specially whenever he complimented you.

“No.” He pecked your cheek, hands going down to remove your shorts, stopping right before lowering the waistband. “Are you really okay with this?” You nodded, still refusing to look at him.

“Are you?”

“What a silly question, of course I am.” Without any further delay, he pulled both of the pieces covering your lower half down. You pressed your legs together, trying to hide your wet center. “Why are you hiding yourself from me, baby?” He mocked, hands caressing your round ass.

“I’ve never been naked in front of anyone.” He was quick to dispose his remaining clothes, wanting to make you feel more comfortable.

“Look at me.” His big hand was holding the side of your head as you turned back to him, trying your best not to look down at his manhood. “Open your legs for me.” As he was the experienced one, you decided to let him take the lead, slowly revealing yourself to him. “Good girl.” His praises only sent electric shocks right into your core.

“Are you gonna put it inside now?” Adorable, Johnny thought, using his finger pads to tease your inner thighs.

“No, I need to prepare you first. Otherwise, it might hurt.” He’d done it thousands of times, but it somehow felt different with you, as if he had to be extra careful to make sure you had the most pleasurable experience, even if it meant having to endure the stinging pain between his legs for a while longer.

He first used his middle finger to run it up and down your slit, satisfied at how wet you were for him. He talked you through every single one of his movements, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

“Johnny.” You whined, three fingers pumping in and out of your entrance. It was definitely different than when you did it by yourself, his digits reached deeper, delivering a new kind of pleasure. “I need you.”

He hummed, pulling out his fingers to grab the base of his dick. He ran the tip over your slit, your hips slightly bucking at the contact.

“Tell me when it stops hurting.” He was only halfway in when you asked him for a break, already feeling overwhelmingly full. “Don’t worry, take your time.” He said despite feeling the urgent need to move.

It took you a few minutes to recover, letting him bottom out. The pain was bearable after that first break, so you almost immediately asked him to move. Johnny started off slowly, both of his hands beside your head as he rolled his hips against yours.

“Does it feel good?” He didn’t even need a verbal answer, your facial expressions were more than enough to let him know just how good he was making you feel. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Me neither.” You held onto his biceps, the knot on your tummy becoming tighter as he picked up the pace.

He lowered his face to connect your lips, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth as you reached your high, bare chests touching each other while you tried to slow your heartbeat.

“I wish this would’ve been out wedding night.” He kissed your collarbone, pulling out to plop down beside you. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

“Let it go already, John.” You hugged his naked body against yours, letting his hand play with your hair. “As long as you’re like this from now on, we’ll be alright.”

You didn’t even notice when your eyes started closing again, falling asleep beside your now loving husband. The next morning you panicked as he wasn’t by your side anymore. Had it been a dream?

“Good morning, sunshine.” Johnny suddenly came through the door, a tray with food between his hands. “You must be hungry after last night.” He left it on top of your legs, smiling naturally as if this was your everyday routine.

It was definitely gonna take time to adjust to this Johnny.

“Heart shaped sandwiches? That’s so corny, Suh.” You laughed, staring at your food with sparkly eyes.

“Hey! That took me two hours to make.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a hairbrush. “Your hair’s a mess, let me fix it while you eat.” He sat down behind you, slowly going through your hair as you stuffed your face with food.

“Does this mean I’m not gonna have to add whiskey to your morning coffee?” He chuckled behind you, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.

“That won’t be necessary.” He tied your hair up in a not-so-messy bun, lacing his arms and legs around your waist once he was done. “You look cute on my shirt.” You hadn’t even noticed. Probably he’d cleaned you up and dressed you right after you fell asleep.

“I look cute in everything.”

“Yes you do.” More kisses. “Now hurry up, we’re going out today.”

“Where to?”

“I’m taking you out on our very first date.”

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 4 years ago

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Omg you should write about Y/n spoiling Harry for his first father’s day!! And he’d definitely get all emotional for his girls 😭

i’m sorry this took so looooong but i rlly love it and i hope you do too <3

here is the first gift I imagine, the charging station

and here is the star map (but with some minor changes that i tried to explain in the writing, i’m not that good at explanations so it’s probably slightly confusing sorry about that :) )

father's day

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k

"Good morning," you said in a quiet sing-song voice, opening Stevie's door slowly. She smiled brightly, standing with her hands grasped on the bars of crib.

"Hi mama," She said, bouncing in place.

"Hi baby," You smiled, moving over to the window to open her blinds. Early morning light streamed into the room, shining on the baby's face and reflecting off her green eyes. "Did you have a good sleep?" You asked, picking her up from the crib. She cuddled into your side, smiling as you bounced her softly on your hip.

You treasured mornings like this, where you could just hold your baby. You really didn't get to do it much. Harry typically woke up earlier than you, taking care of Stevie so you could sleep a little longer. You felt bad at first, but he always reassured you that he liked having these quiet moments with her. He said it was the perfect way to start his day, and it put him in a good mood since he had to go to work and wouldn't get to see either of you for the rest of the day.

Not today, though. Today was Father's Day, and you were determined to make it a good one for him. He really was an amazing dad, and you wanted to make sure he knew. So this morning when you heard Stevie fussing, you pushed him back down in the bed and got up yourself. He objected at first, but you wouldn't hear another word. You had rushed out of the room before he could get up, leaving him to flop back down and (hopefully) get some more sleep. You figured it wouldn't be too hard for him. Stevie had a rough night, and neither of you had gotten much rest the night before. You didn't care, though. Harry was always the one to be selfless and let you relax, so today you wanted to do the same for him.

"Should we go get some breakfast?" You asked Stevie as you finished changing her diaper. "Hm?" You tickled her feet a bit, smiling when she giggled loudly. "Shh, daddy's still sleeping!"

She lifted her arms up to you, clearly wanting to be held again. Of course you obliged, picking her up and closing the container of wipes on the changing table. You settled everything back into the drawers before you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"What should we make today?" You hummed thoughtfully, opening the fridge. Stevie was still balanced on your hip, but she reached for the yogurt cartons. "Yogurt it is," You smiled, leaning forward so she could reach easier. "Maybe an orange, too."

She didn't respond, completely engrossed by the container in her small hands.

"I think I'll do pancakes. Daddy might like those," you decided, grabbing an orange for her, and one for yourself. You set Stevie in her highchair, opening the yogurt and handing her a spoon so she could begin making a huge mess and (maybe) actually eating some yogurt. You moved to the cutting board, slicing the orange into small pieces she could eat safely. Once she was settled, you grabbed the milk and eggs from the fridge.

You started your morning playlist, the rich sound of Hozier's voice drifting through the kitchen as you found the recipe you needed. Then you began mixing the batter, humming softly as you worked.

It really was the perfect morning. It was still early, so the light coming through the large windows was soft and red tinted. The kitchen smelled like oranges and pancakes, the sweet scents complementing each other. You had the windows open so the soft breeze came in, bringing the smell of early summer with it. Your playlist was soft, adding nicely to the domestic feel of the morning. Stevie would babble every once in a while, wanting to be involved in what you were doing. You would explain every step to her, telling her what each ingredient was for. This was something you and Harry did often. Of course, there were times when you baby talked her, but you also liked to have normal conversation with her. You knew it would help her develop and begin to talk faster. Also, it was funny when she babbled and Harry acted like he understood everything she said.

Once the pancakes were finished, you began the process of cleaning everything up. You wanted Harry to have a relaxing morning, and you knew he would try to do something to help since he had gotten to sleep in. You weren't about to let him do a bunch of house chores. Not today.

You put all the ingredients away before wiping off the counter top. Then you moved to set the table. You put the stack of pancakes in the middle, along with the bottle of syrup and a bowl of berries. You set out plates, silverware, cups, and the pitcher of orange juice. Once you were satisfied, you brought the washcloth over to Stevie.

Your earlier thoughts had been correct. She had at least half the carton of yogurt smeared on her face, hands, and shirt.

After only a small amount of fighting and fussing from her, you had cleaned her off and lifted her out of the highchair.

"Let's go get daddy," you said, smiling when her face lit up at the mention of one of her favorite people.

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"Morning, Harry," you said softly, pushing open the door with Stevie still balanced on your hip. You hadn't been loud enough, apparently, because he didn't move. He would never admit it to you, but he had been exhausted lately. He wouldn't tell you that getting up in the night and early every morning was taking a toll on him, because he knew you would feel bad. Which is why you really wanted to let him sleep this morning.

It was much later then he usually slept, though, and you didn't want the food to get cold. So you put Stevie on the bed next to him, settling down on the other side of him and letting her do her thing. She immediately crawled on top of him, giggling and bouncing.

"Good morning," he smiled sleepily, reaching up to grab her and stop her jumping. Stevie squealed, laughing when he pulled her against him and cuddled her. She wasn't in the mood to be still, though, and she quickly squirmed away from him. "What, I can't have a hug?" He pouted, but smiled again when you leaned into him.

"You can have a hug from me," you said, "But it might not be as good as hers."

"Nonsense," he grinned, pulling you against him. He grabbed Stevie again, pulling her into the hug even though she squirmed. "Stevie, this is family time. Calm down for a minute."

She laughed again when he danced his fingers along her tummy.

"Well, she's not gonna calm down if you tickle her," you laughed. "That much should be obvious to you."

"Right," he smiled. "Anyways, why did you make me go back to sleep this morning? I'm not complaining, but I feel bad you had to get up early."

"Harry, you get up early with her every single day. You deserve a day off. And it's Father's Day. And you are a father. So you should get to relax today."

"Well, thank you," he leaned up to kiss you. "That's very sweet of you."

"Of course," you smiled. "But now you have to get up. I made pancakes."

"Did you?" he perked up immediately at that.

"I did," you laughed. "Come on, everything's ready and it'll get cold."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he said, throwing the blankets off and picking up Stevie. "Let's go eat some pancakes!" He looked at her, grinning when she smiled up at him.

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"Thank you so much, love, breakfast was delicious," He said, placing the plates in the dishwasher. He had insisted on helping you clean up the table, even when you protested.

"Thank you," you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Sit back down, I have something for you."

"C'mere, Stevie," he said, lifting her out of her highchair and onto his lap. "What did you and mommy get for me?"

She babbled in response, and you smiled to yourself as you went into the hall closet to find the box of his gifts. You could hear him responding to her, acting like he understood all her babbling.

"Ok, here we are," you said, setting the two items on the table in front of him. "Open this one first." You pushed the box closer to him, the wrapped picture frame farther back.

He did as you said, pulling the paper off the box. Inside was a wooden charging station with a space for his phone, watch, and airpods.

"Thought that might be good, since you're always losing everything. This way you can keep them all in one place," you explained.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well not always," he said, but smiled nonetheless. "Maybe sometimes. Thank you," he pulled you closer by your waist.

"And that next one is more personal," you said, pulling the flat item closer.

He tore the paper off again, his eyes softening when he looked at the images. There were three circles, each with a star map inside them. The outer two were larger and set slightly above the middle, one printed with your name and one with Harry's. The middle one had Stevie's name. Birthdays were printed under each name, all in gold scripty font. "You, me, and Stevie," He said fondly, running his finger over the lettering at the top which read "The Styles Family".

You nodded. "I saw it on Etsy and I had to get it. It's just such a cute idea, and it'll look really nice on the wall above the bookshelf."

"It will," he agreed. "I love this. Thank you," he smiled, pulling at your shirt until you leaned down so he could kiss you.

"You're welcome," you smiled. "I hope this makes for a good first Father's Day."

"It's perfect, love. Better than I could have ever asked for."

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fandomfixationstation · 4 years ago

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Obey Me : More Headcanons!

The Brothers get send cute love letters/ little poems! with decorative envelopes, wax seals and all! ( from Mc/reader/ S/O /ect. )

You may be able to convince me to do a part two for the others if you guys would want that.

(I don't think this turned out that well -)

Lucifer:

probably confused how it got mixed in with his work, or how it got slipped into his pocket or something

definitely keeps it, you know for when he needs a good ego boost every now and then. absolutely loves every little detail that was put into it.

Id like to imagine even though he is good at looking into things and figuring things out, it takes him a little while because its not everyday Someone writes in cursive.

its not till he starts getting more letters/poetry that he starts narrowing it down by window of opportunity.

when mc denies that its them and they have no idea what he is talking about? he just smirks and probably says something to make them blush or that catches them off guard, maybe even something /suggestive/.

their is also the possibility he says absolutely nothing about them at all and just keeps them nicely kept in a box for him to reread over a nice cup of coffee.

Mammon:

this Man? absolutely clueless about where they came from. but will brag about how THE great Mammon of course would get romantic poetry (even if its not romantic)

probably comes up with an entire plan to catch who it is. luckily his spills this plan to them, and honestly anyone in ear shot and thus their never caught.

if during that time Mammon stops receiving letters/poems he most certainly will be a little sad. maybe assume it was a prank.

thus making when he finds another one much more exciting. thus making him even more determined the sender of such letters/poetry. thus getting better at not spilling his plans to catch them as easily.

If he does catch them, its probably in the act of dropping off or hiding another letter and its he is like aha, I the great mammon have caught you read handed! of course you’d want to send the me romantic letters!

honestly super embarrassed that he didn’t realize sooner but so happy it was them in the end

Leviathan:

dies of embarrassment every time he finds a letter, I don’t make the rules.

isn’t sure if he wants to find out who the sender of the letters, he doesn’t want to scare them away. but he also really wants to know. probably goes back and forth on this a lot

Probably tries to keep it a secret from the others because he doesn’t want the others to make a big deal out of it. he also doesn’t want to be teased by them.

probably gets a kick out of the rather interesting ways they get to him considering he isn’t out and about as much as the others and he is usually hyper aware of his surroundings. though he is probably just as confused at the different ways they get to him.

when he finally figures out who it is he is embarrassed even more, maybe a little bit grateful, will beg them not to stop sending them tbh- he might even offer to write some in return- he’d decorate them with like bubble and fish stickers.

Satan:

he is pleasantly surprised, definitely keeps them, BUT will go full detective mode to figure out who is sending them.

Might set up a camera to figure it out otherwise, so it probably wont take him long to figure out who it is.

will ask why they didn’t just directly give them to him, might tease them a little bit.

He does just hand them an equally sappy and cute letter back after though. He probably has his own custom wax seal stamp and like everything. he definitely includes a like dried out flower or something in the seal.

have fun falling in love all over again because that’s what reading it is gonna feel like at the least.

Asmodeus:

Probably not the first time for him not gonna lie, probably wont be the last. so he probably doesn’t realize their a little bit different and more special till he’s received a few of them that are similar and signed the same or something

Absolutely loves the attention to detail. probably already has a place to keep letters like these, but after he realizes the trend might get them a box of their own to have on his vanity.

absolutely enlists the help of Satan his best friend and most trusted brother to help him find the sender of these letters, because after a while he is just dying to know which cutie is sending him such delightful letters.

king of teasing once he finds out who, but in a very endearing please send me more of them please, kind of way.

he probably doesn’t write back as much as levi and satan but when he does it is very over the top- maybe a little long. but he really does cherish and take care of the letters and probably rereads them all the time.

Beelzebub:

honestly probably confused, might as the others if they know where they came from. the others most certainly make a bigger deal out of it then him.

you can talk to him in private if you don’t want the others to be aware of what’s up and he’ll just tell the others nm its fine I figured it out. and just not answer any of their questions if they have any.

Keeps them under his pillow, maybe under his mattress, or beside drawer just somewhere he deems safest to keep them without fear of losing them.

Likes looking at them because they bring back very fond memories between the two of you. He's likes how simple and sweet they are and just the sight of them brings him into a better mood.

Definitely finds different ways to return the sentiment. It might be small gifts that help you continue the hobby or any other hobby. Like a fancy pen that reminds him of you.

Belphegor

Unless you are leaving them somewhere where he'll easily notice them he might not even realizes he's receiving them because he's fast asleep and didn't see it when he woke up

On the other hand if your not careful enough will absolutely catch you read handed in the act. Like will wait then just be like what are you doing without even opening his eyes

He probably won't admit it but like he does collect them and like hoard them. Like in a shoe box in the closet. He kind of cherishes them and uses them to remind him that things are necessarily as bad as he thinks it is.

Doesn't really know how to return this kind of sentiment, maybe occasionally says thank you when he gets another one but probably not as often as he thinks he should.

#OBEY ME #obey me mammon #obeyme #Obey Me Levi #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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dreamsclock · 4 years ago

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Consider: Everyone knew Henry was a kid born from the platonic love tommy had for the others but they never rlly thought about a certain someone being included until they realized she could play the guitar without ever learning it

for some reason i love writing tommy so so much, so this was super fun to write :D wilbur is in this au, but for all tommy knows, he’s moved on completely and is 10”% dead — the song henry is playing is called smoke signals by cavetown: i definitely recommend listening to it while reading because it fits super well :]!!

warnings: death, grief, unhealthy relationships (past), acceptance of death

It’s the strumming of a guitar that Tommy is greeted with when we comes back to his home that day, and it hits him with an old familiar mix of terror and hope that knocks the air from his lungs as much as it fills them. The tune is almost familiar: if he closes his eyes, lets himself reminisce, he can picture hearing it for the first time, picture leaning against his shoulder while listening to him sing, and for a moment, just a moment, Tommy calls out—

“Wilbur?”

It’s quiet, too quiet, but Tommy falters anyway, like he expects a reply. He doesn’t get one, perhaps unsurprisingly, and it stings — it’s only then that Tommy gives himself a shake, scowls at himself in the mirror, because Wilbur is dead and gone and in the past, and the person singing doesn’t sound like him: their voice is higher, more warm than Wilbur, who always mourned when he sang. This doesn’t feel like an elegy. It feels like a hope, and it’s Henry, he realises, it’s Henry singing, and it’s Henry playing the guitar, Wilbur’s old guitar, and Tommy needs a moment to collect himself.

It’s been a while since he’d thought about Wil. Wilbur. His brother in everything but blood. It almost feels surreal to think properly about him now, but standing in the hallway outside his kid’s room, staring with wide eyes ahead, Tommy doesn’t feel the usual burning anger and hurt that comes with thinking about his brother. Instead he feels sad, sadder than he’s been in a while, with Henry’s voice filling his ears and Wilbur’s presence suffocating him.

“Henry?” Tommy calls out, knocking before entering, because the chorus of the song is too painful to let her continue. “You’re— How d’you know how to play that? Did Phil teach you?”

Henry blinks up at him earnestly. “Phil’s too old to teach anything,” she tells him, earning herself a snort, “I dunno. It just... Felt right. I found the guitar while I was exploring, and really wanted to play it. I’m just kinda making it up as I go.”

Tommy’s breath sticks in his throat. It’s hard to choke out words around it. “It feels right?”

“Yeah.” Henry strums curiously at the guitar again, and fucking hell, that’s Wilbur’s chord — she’s got it perfect, and Tommy can practically see Wilbur hovering over her shoulder, helping her with a quiet voice and steady hands to fix her grip of the strings to make it easier for her. “It sounds good.” She pins him with a grin. “I could get famous. I could be a big hit one day, and then you’ll have to pay me to head me play songs.”

Despite himself, Tommy shoots her a scowl, playful. “What the f—rick? You’d make me pay?”

“Course,” Henry chirps, “it’s business, you know how it is.”

Her laugh is Tommy’s, but all he can see for a minute is Wilbur, bright eyed and amused and face lit up like he’s won the war against, like things could never go downhill, like before the elections and before the reality of running a country set in.

“I don’t like you,” Tommy mutters, turning away, but it’s gruff and affectionate and nothing that doesn’t make her laugh again, “I’m gonna get ready, and then we can go to Tubbo’s for dinner, yeah? He sent a letter saying he wants to see us.” He pauses, struggling with his words for a second. “Bring your guitar, if you want to. Tubbo has always been weirdly musical too. He’ll probably think you’re cool— which you’re not, by the way.”

Henry’s face lights up. “It’s my guitar?” She asks, hopeful. “Actually?”

“Yeah, actually,” Tommy agrees with a snort, “I can’t play it, never wanted to. It’s all yours.”

“Why d’you have it? If you don’t want it?”

He stops dead. Why did you keep it? He asks himself. Why did you keep it, when you say you want every memory of him gone from your life?

“It’s—” He releases a breath. “It’s my brother’s. It was my brother’s. I haven’t really... told you about him yet.”

Henry looks surprised. “Brother? You had a brother?”

“Yeah,” Tommy replies with a snort, and it’s bittersweet, not just bitter, “he was a bit of a dickhead, I won’t lie. I don’t— I don’t really like talking about him.”

But he will. He knows that now. Wilbur has always been spoken about in some capacity, be it through silence rather than actual words — through the extra space Philza sometimes leaves absently at the dinner table when they’re over, through Tubbo’s rambling story faltering at the inclusion of his name, yes, through the fucking guitar Tommy hadn’t been able to throw away because it hurt more to do so than it did to keep it. And with Henry looking at him in such confusion, Tommy knows he needs to talk openly with her about him.

But that can come in bits and pieces. He throws Henry her coat from the door, actually grins weakly when it lands over her head while she protests, and pulls himself together.

“I’ll tell you a story about him when we’re walking to Tubbo’s,” he tells her, “about how we convinced Tubbo he was actually related to a chicken we saw in the streets one day.”

And he thinks he sees Wilbur in her smile, even as he turns away to begin getting ready for dinner at Tubbo’s house. It’s a start — it’s nowhere close to how he should be talking about Wilbur, but seeing Henry playing the guitar has unravelled something inside him, and for the first time in a long time, he feels ready to talk about Wil, like he’s not going to break down thinking about him too much. Sighing, Tommy pauses in his bedroom, before grimacing.

“Bastard.”

He pulls an old photograph out from under his pillow. It’s of Tommy and Tubbo, standing in their old L’Manburg uniforms with brighter grins than ever before, Tommy’s arm thrown loosely round Tubbo’s shoulders. And it’s of Wilbur, who stands behind them laughing, eyes crinkled in a perpetual smile.

And Tommy swallows, placing it into a frame and propping it up on his wall.

“I miss you,” he says quietly, “hope you’re missing me too, prick.”

Without further ado, he closes his door behind him, and heads back to Henry.

#> my asks !!#> my writing !!#> daisy lore au #tw death #tw grief #tw unhealthy relationships

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jypbae7 · 4 years ago

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Could you do a breakdown natal chart for Kun from Wayv?

QIAN KUN - NATAL CHART

Kun was one the most requested I got which was a pleasant surprise!!❤️❤️

(Not claiming to be an expert this is just for fun please don’t take anything too seriously!) Hope this is helpful and that you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Personality: Capricorn Sun, Leo Rising, Taurus Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Capricorn Mars

Clearly a LOT of Earth sign placements but nicely broken up by the fire sign rising

Capricorn Sun has serious and long term plans for the kind of future they want for themselves and once they set out for it they seldom give up. Stubborn to a fault, but also consistent enough to actually persevere. They want the perfect job, reputation, partner, house, family, etc.

Leo rising is a bright, warm and outgoing personality. Lots of energy, creativity and flair. They enjoy having a strong core of friends that they feel understand and enhance their experience and effect on the world. Leo’s are known for being hardworking and as a fixed sign it offers a lot of consistency and determination. They are extremely devoted and loyal once they develop a bond and trust with someone. Though the passion can fizzle out quickly if they aren’t feeling the kind of attention and passion they want.

Taurus Moon is a very grounded person with more social charisma and approachability than Capricorns are known for. They also have a tendency to like bold styles, they have big dreams and goals and you’ll be surprised at how well they can attain them if they’re focused enough (Kun is a Capricorn Stellium so yes this boy KNOWS how to get shit done when it needs to be done) Taurus is also a fixed sign which along with the stubbornness everyone knows about also comes with patience and consistency making them really good leaders when added with their natural friendliness and perseverance

Capricorn Mercury indicates a strong preference for structure, somebody who tends to follow rules and feels uncomfortable breaking them. They tend to have authoritative energy and demeanor. Big ambitions and determination to succeed and excel in their chosen career. Spend more time thinking than they show with a generally very logical mind which can sometimes lead to a black & white perspective

Capricorn Mars - responsible, organized, secretly a thrill seeker, can come off as aloof or guarded when they are around new people or people who they really want to make a good impression on.

Relationships:

Non-Romantic Relationships: Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon, Leo Rising, Capricorn Mercury, Capricorn Mars

Trustworthy and dependable - the “dad” of the friend group who everyone calls when they have something serious to deal with

Platonic love languages: acts of service and quality time - he loves spending time with people with shared interests especially music. Also loves going out to different places such as different trendy cafes, movie theaters, museums - you name it.

Likes other thrill seekers who push and motivate him to get out of his comfort zone

Sense of humor is a lot more childlike and playful than one would expect from his serious and strict side

Capricorn energy is NOT to be crossed or messed with. These are the ones who are calm af and calculated when angry - this is when you know you are screwed. When Capricorn is calm and collected while enraged, ohhh boy, do they figure out ways to hurt you in the smoothest and most effective ways without so much as lifting their finger. Spare yourself the trauma and DO NOT LIE to him no matter what.

Romantic relationships and preferences : Aquarius Venus, Capricorn Mars, Capricorn Juno, Aries Eros

Aquarius Venus is outgoing, friendly and charismatic. They are attracted to interesting and unique people who stand out of the crowd. They like bold and spontaneous gestures and they will do them back for their partner as well.

Aquarians also dislike overly clingy/needy partners which Capricorn also isn’t a fan of either. These signs are all about independence, individuality, personal expression and achievement. Meaning that while they do yearn for a partner (especially Capricorn placements) they want a partner who is self sufficient and independent with their own hobbies, careers, dreams, goals, etc.

Capricorn Juno implies they’ll be a tough to nail down for very long because Capricorn wants only the best of everything and they’re always busy trying to excel at things and scoping out their options. So you’ll have to prove your worth to them before they are willing to commit because once they do it’s for the long haul

Capricorn likes natural ethereal beauty while Aquarius likes the bold - my guess is healthy mix of both. Natural looking and soft featured with some bold/unique traits like bright/bold hair or fashion style, a bit of spice/sass here and there is another secret pleasure

Be prepared for endless serenades and songs made and sent to you like love letters - whether he’s singing or composing a warm ethereal instrumental for you, his whole heart is in it

Love languages (most to least) - words of affirmation, gift giving, physical touch and quality time

Words of affirmation makes him feel really wanted and needed, he’s also really really good at giving it out to people he loves so if he’s doing it one sidedly it would hurt him and make him feel insecure.

Gives either unbelievably beautiful luxe gifts or unique/fun gifts and loves to surprise his partner with them often especially after time apart

Capricorns HATE wasting time they are hyper aware of how many hours in a day and how much can be done in a day. So, if he’s spending a lot of time with you, you’re very very special and important to him and he prioritizes this time very highly

Star gazing dates, beach dates, camping trips - this man will go out of his way to make sure every date is an experience. He is PREPARED, he has an itinerary in his mind, he’s looked up the travel routes and picked the best one. When you go camping he will FLEX with his efficiency and ability to handle the labor heavy tasks. This man will purposely wait till you’re looking to start chopping wood (not that ANYONE is complaining), put the tent up and have it filled with blankets and pillows galore in 2.00034 seconds because he practiced in the dorm living room with the others like a drill routine. (Lucas taught him how to chop the wood & still look hot while doing it)

Is the MOST polite and endearing person to your family and friends. Goes above and beyond to be the perfect partner around your family and they are unable not to LOVE him. Is especially soft and doting of any children or elderly relatives. And none of it is phony at all, he doesn’t know anyway else to even think. Respect, manners, and family are extremely important to Earth signs. They’ll probably end up liking him more than you but honestly you can’t even blame them

(None of y’all ungrateful people better ever slack on Zaddy Kun’s visuals ever again!! If I don’t get to see his happy trail during 2021 I’m burning the SM building down once and for all)

18+ Preferences:

Aries Eros ooof - passionate, possessive and steamy. Pick their partners off instinct and energy - once they really like you they become infatuated and want to STAY that way. If it’s not the “I need you so fucking bad I’m gonna lose my mind” type of love they DON’T want it.

Leo Rising is a possessive as fuck placement thankfully when they get riled up or jealous they have the confidence not to get angry with you or insecure about it. BUT.... you‘ll still be awakening a whole new type of beast and quite frankly he will let you know that it’s all your fault as he holds you down and uses you like the stupid toy you are till you remember who you belong to

If he sees you doing anything even remotely domestic his Taurus Moon and Capricorn Juno will have his mind go from soft and warm thoughts to bending you over the kitchen counter and taking you right there without a care or second thought spared

Positions where he feels in in control are his favorite - he likes being on top of you, behind you and if he can pick you up and carry you while ramming into you best believe he will.

His favorite is position is missionary - likes to feel big and dominant he also wants to be able to see as much of you as possible and kissing you as much as possible from your lips to just about anywhere else he can reach. Will be staring at you 99% of the time with big smoldering eyes that don’t waver in the slightest. In fact if you give him eye contact back he’ll just be even more turned on

Now...this might be controversial but... Capricorn Mars usually suggests power play/dynamic kink - think rich powerful CEO who secretly fantasizes about being tied up and blindfolded. Not to say that is exclusively his main kink bc it’s definitely not, he is 100% mostly dom BUT with the right person he’d be more than willing and very excited to try it out - probably because they are always in control so it’s an adrenaline rush for them to relinquish it to someone else. Doesn’t necessarily mean an extreme level of being submissive even just simple restraints can feel very extreme for a bossy and in-control Capricorn

Aquarius Venus also likes breaking relationship “norms” and trying out new things. They are super fun and bright when happy so when he’s in love he’s in LOVE. Wants to sing about it 24/7 but is too stubborn to be clingy or needy. The type to smile during sex, especially when he’s on top of you or drunk. Don’t even get me started on drunk handsy Kun whining in your ear about how he just wants to sneak out of the party early.....bc I will genuinely never recover

Very vocal in the bedroom - gives his partner tons of praise. Completely loses his mind and is loud af when you kiss your way from his neck down to below the hips

Most of the time sex with him is more passionate than kinky, not lightening fast jack rabbit thrusts instead hard and deep rhythmic ones that make your whole body shake - Hungry makeout sessions, sneaky little hickeys where no one else will see, massages than turn into hours of love making, takes his time to hit deep and hard inside you, handfuls of your hair, gaspy whispers

When he is feeling more kinky it’s usually spur of the moment. In the car in the middle of a rainy night during a cancelled schedule or after an especially steamy date night where he decides to take you to a hotel afterwards

KING OF AFTER CARE (NOT up for debate) - cooks you an amazing meal afterwords or orders up a feast if he’s too spent to get up too, cuddled up in blankets watching a movie for the rest of the night afterwards.

#wayv #weishen v #kun #qian kun #wayv smut #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv astrology #nct astrology #nct u #nct #nct imagines

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moonbeambucky · 4 years ago

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I Promise (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader Word Count: 4106 Warnings: fluff, smut, pregnancy

Summary: Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

A/N: My first Chris Beck fic! Rather than a really long one shot I’m splitting it into two parts. A big thank you to my love Allie @all1e23 for beta reading 🍕❤️ gif source (x)

“Hey.”

The soft resonance of Chris’ voice brings tears to your eyes, ones you couldn’t help from slipping out. They fall down the curve of your cheeks past the uneasy smile you wore.

“I kept my promise,” he said. Chris flashed the top row of his bright white teeth, his mouth curving into a boyish smile that reached his eyes, the fine lines crinkling around them. He tilted his head as he looked at you through the screen, a comforting gaze that made you feel as if he was there with you.

The quality of the video chat is near perfect making you almost forget Chris was millions of miles away. He looked the same, not that you expected him to look different. It had only been a few months since you last saw each other.

His hair looks darker than usual but you suppose it’s the low lighting of the small room he’s in. He’s bundled up in a thick NASA sweatshirt and you can see several more layers he has on beneath the collar. Chris looks tired but that’s expected, what he’s doing right now is not a walk in the park. You know it’s the reason why it’s taken so long for him to contact you but you wish he did it sooner.

More tears flood your eyes, burning their way out as you wished he never left at all. You can barely hear Chris over the sound of your own sobs.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded.

You lifted your head towards the screen and seeing the concern on his face only made you miss him more, wishing he was there to console you in person.

Your hand swept away tears from your cheek as your voice cracked saying his name. “Chris…”

The streets are simmering with the heat of a summer that couldn’t wait to officially start. Calendars be damned, it was hot. You indulged in a cool shower when you got home from work but time didn’t allow for a languid evening of staying in your towel as you applied serums and moisturizers, lotions and creams and every other post-shower pampering you normally do. Tonight was dinner with a friend and you needed to get ready.

Chatter filled the air of the patio, a small secluded outdoor space at the back of an Italian restaurant on the Upper East Side. It had an Old World Tuscan feel, from the stucco walls that looked purposely imperfect. Green patina shutters hung beside a wrought iron lantern that glowed in the early evening. Lush greens and bright flowers sat atop the half wall that surrounded the dining area making you forget you were in the city.

Chris looked the same, not that you expected him to be different. It had only been about two years since you’ve seen each other, right before he began training for his mission and now you can’t believe it was about to happen. Never would you have expected that the little boy down the block who became your best friend would actually be going to Mars.

For most of your lives you were in the same school, starting in Mrs. Kramer’s kindergarten class where you stuck together; two kids that were nervous about making friends and finding comfort in each other. As the years went on you weren’t always in the same classes but your friendship continued to grow. Chris was picked on for having a girl as a best friend and the girls always teased that he was your “boyfriend.” It never felt that way with Chris. He was your friend first and you never saw him as anything more.

By the time you were in middle school Chris was already taking advanced classes in math and science and the only class you had together was art which he was famously terrible at. It was there you asked him a huge favor, whispering to him at the sink as you rinsed off your paint brushes. “Could you kiss me?” Chris turned as red as a boiling lobster, immediately sweating as if he was being roasted alive himself. It was later that day walking home from school that you clarified what you meant.

There was a boy, Justin Kaufman, who was the coolest kid in your grade. You had a crush on him like everyone else and you were shocked when he asked if you would go with him to the dance on Friday. You were worried he might try to kiss you and being inexperienced made you nervous. Justin was really popular and if you were a bad kisser then the whole school would know it. Chris was your friend, someone you trusted, someone you could practice with just to make sure you didn’t make a fool of yourself.

You had no frame of reference for kissing back then apart from one sided smooches to pictures of movie stars that you had a crush on. But feeling Chris’ lips press back against yours was… nice. The best part about it was that things didn’t feel awkward after. Chris was still your best friend and nothing changed.

A server hands you a menu and you thank him, scanning through it to see what you might be interested in. Chris looks up at the same time you do, wondering if you wanted an appetizer. You nodded letting him choose, considering the limited food options he’ll have for over the next year.

“Can you drink?”

Chris’ nose crinkled as he smiled. “In space? No. Tonight? Yes,” he chuckled softly.

Two glasses of red wine were set on the table as you indulged in delicious food, catching up as much as you could before Chris’ mission.

“So you’d love what happened today,” you began, leaning closer, “We filmed a restoration video and yours truly was in it.”

Chris’ eyes lit up as he gasped. “I love those! You have to send it to me. Hopefully I can see it before I go. What was it?”

“A sixteenth century European oil painting.” You went into detail and Chris loved listening to your knowledge of art history. It was no wonder that was your major, taking your studies further to work as a conservator at the Met.

Chris swallowed his food quickly to speak. “You were always good at that– art, attention to detail. Remember when we had to sculpt our own faces?” he chuckled.

There was a short burst of laughter as you remembered that day from so long ago. “Yes! Thankfully the real you doesn’t look anything like that abomination you made.”

Chris drops his head down to hide a bashful smile that mixed in with laughter. He’s enjoying himself, catching up with you, eating. This was so good. He couldn’t help but scoop up another forkful of pasta, not expecting you to ask him a question. “So, how are you feeling?”

He paused to reflect and wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “I’m nervous… excited.” Taking a sip of wine, he sets the glass down carefully on the table. Chris’ face has grown more serious. “My mom’s worried.”

“Of course she is, I don’t blame her. I’m worried. Mars is… well it’s Mars! It’s not around the block.”

He chuckled. “No, it’s definitely not.”

Chris is heading home to Connecticut tomorrow to spend the next few days with his parents. Chloe, his younger sister is coming in as well so they can all spend some time together before he has to fly down to Florida.

“Then it’s go for launch!” he said with a beaming smile, though Chris had to correct himself for the sake of accuracy. Once he’s down there the crew has to quarantine for at least ten days and go through a bunch of pre-flight checkups and procedures first. “Are you gonna watch?”

The incredulous look you gave him answered his question. “Did you really have to ask? Of course I’m going to watch the launch.”

His eyes twinkled as he smiled back at you. “Oh and don’t worry I put you on my contact list so you can send me emails. Not sure how quickly I'll get them since CAPCOM directs it back to us. And as long as we have the right satellite coverage we can even do video calls.”

“Like Facetime?”

“In theory yeah, more like space Skype,” he laughed. “It’ll be nice to stay in touch.”

Your smile was bright in the dimness of the evening. You can’t imagine not staying in touch with Chris. The longest you had ever gone was during his Air Force training. He checked in with his parents when he first arrived and from then on it was sporadic. You were able to send him letters though and tried to write him every week though your own schooling and an apprenticeship at the Louvre had taken up a lot of time but that was how your relationship was.

No matter where you were in life, across the world or hovering above it in the International Space Station, you always kept in touch. It’ll be harder now considering he’s going farther than ever before but you’ll make it work.

Chris would be back by next November and his mom was already planning a big party for his return, one he’s certain you’ll be invited to. Though you haven’t seen his parents in a while you still kept in touch with them from time to time seeing as they were still friends with your own parents.

“It’s crazy to think you’re about to go to Mars.”

Chris swipes a palm down his mouth, leaning his elbows against the table as he muses, “I know. Feels like I got the call yesterday.”

It was a night similar to this one, where Chris was in New York celebrating with you and other friends on his selection to be part of the Ares III mission. He had been working at NASA for a few years, doing biomedical research in their center in Virginia and now he was about a month out from spending two years training for his long term mission to Mars.

He stayed at your apartment that night, continuing the celebration in your own private way. You had come a long way from learning to kiss with Chris. It wasn’t a big deal, neither was it the first time you had sex with each other. It was a special dynamic that worked for the two of you, one you don’t think you could have pulled off with anyone else. With Chris you had trust that was built up over the years. He was safe, he was your friend and this was nothing more than just sex.

It didn’t happen too often, a couple of times here and there. You both dated a few people over the years and even though you were single at the moment you thought about the promise you made to each other as teens. “If we’re not married to other people by the time we’re thirty let’s promise we’ll marry each other.” Such a silly promise but thirty seemed so far away at the time.

Chris couldn’t make it to celebrate for your thirtieth birthday but you did get a card from him where he joked that the wedding was off. You were in a long term relationship, one that Chris thought would lead to marriage but you ended things a year later. It wasn’t there; that natural spark that made your heart skip a beat every time they smiled brighter than the sun, or when their eyes sparkled like stars in the night every time they looked at you.

You walked through the streets with Chris after dinner, casually strolling back towards your apartment and stretching out the inevitable goodbye that you didn’t want to say. It was so good to be with him in person again, not realizing how badly you missed it until the hours started ticking closer towards him leaving. By the time you get to your apartment Chris decided to come up stairs, wanting to spend as much of his time with you as he could.

Chris sits comfortably on your couch, cozied up beside a large pillow. He places his wine glass down on your coffee table, needing to gesticulate with both hands as he starts getting into talking about his research. He’s been published before in numerous academic journals and now he’s going on about how excited he is for his latest topic, musculoskeletal alterations and the effects of deep space travel.

He’s cute when he really gets into it, crinkles pulling around the corner of his eyes as his whole face lights up. You let out a shaky breath, smiling even wider yourself as you watched the passion he had for science and learning, one that matched the level you had for art and preserving their history.

Chris apologized for rambling on, taking a sip of wine to clear the dryness from his throat.

“So, give me the lowdown… can you jerk off in space?”

He covered his mouth to prevent the wine he was choking on from spitting out. You couldn’t help the sly smile on your face that cracked wider the redder he became.

“Well?”

Chris cleared his throat again. Pinching the bridge of his nose he looked down into his glass, chuckling a bit as he said, “The official stance from NASA is no comment so I’m going to stick with that.”

“That’s not an answer!” You could barely hold a faux sneer before you broke into a smile. Teasing Chris was all in good fun, something that went both ways from the time you were young.

You adjusted the way your legs were folded underneath you, brushing your knee against his leg. Chris lifted his arm up, a silent invitation for you to get closer and so you did, resting your head against him as his arm came around you.

Things had quieted down and you listened to the steady beat of his heart. This would be the last time you would see Chris for a long time. Your arm reached around to hold him for as long as you could.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whispered against him.

Chris’ chest sunk as he exhaled a deep sigh. “I’m going to miss you too.” His arm squeezed a little tighter around you as he pressed his lips gently against your forehead. “Just look to the stars and I’ll be there.”

His words brought a comforting smile to your face, one you shared with him as you tilted your head to look up at him. “Do you want to stay?”

The corner of his mouth tugs a little as Chris thinks about it. There’s nothing he really misses at his hotel more than he does you. The only reason he came to New York was to see you first before going home.

“Yeah, I’d love to stay.”

You shifted yourself on top to straddle Chris, carding your fingers through his hair and taking in the gaze of his eyes that became pools of deep blue. You closed the distance between your lips, feeling his hands come around your back. Soft moans bubbled in your throat and soon you found yourself being carried to the bedroom.

Clothes were discarded, lips were on skin that burned hotter than the stars. You writhe against him, thighs quivering around his head, reaching out to grip him by the hair, holding Chris in place as he coaxed out your release. His lips taste like you and he licks them again, savoring your sweetness as he crawls up your body.

He tears open the condom, gathering your wetness on him as he slowly pushed in. A sinful moan falls from your lips as you feel the stretch of him inside you, inch by inch until he was fully seated. An experimental roll of his hips sets the pace for pleasure.

Your hands graze up the curve of his arms, reaching his back and digging in half moon shapes into his skin with your nails as he thrusts into you.

“Ahh fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, moaning as his hips snapped forward. His name fell from your lips, a sweet sound that he couldn’t deny he loved hearing.

He changed his angle, hitting you with deeper, longer strokes. His mouth found your nipple, sucking at your peak as his hips gained speed; groaning and squeezing his eyes tightly as he fucked you, ready to explode.

“Shit!” Chris hissed, backing off quickly. You’re confused and concerned, sitting up and turning the light on beside your bed to see what was wrong. “The condom broke,” he said, still catching his breath.

Chris got up to discard it in the bathroom as you sat on the bed, crossing an arm over your chest, waiting nervously. When Chris walked back in the room he apologized for that, the stiffness of his length giving you relief that he hadn’t finished so you continued. Using your hands on him as he let out soft moans, distractedly opening another condom that you rolled down on him. You straddled him, leaning forward to capture his lips for a sweet kiss first before you lined yourself up and sank down on him.

Soon enough you were riding waves of bliss together, gripping Chris as you clenched around him, burning white hot behind your eyes. He’s right behind you, on the edge of pleasure, exploding inside you like a supernova.

Dropping your head onto his chest, it felt like your body was made of overcooked noodles that splayed loosely against him as you were desperate to catch your breath, coming down from the heights you soared to. Chris’ arms hold you close against him, his lips languidly peppering kisses to your sheen covered skin.

When his heartbeat returned to a steady pace Chris went to the bathroom to once again discard the condom and you followed behind him to use it. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink, bringing back an ice cold glass of water for you.

Back in bed you cuddled together, with goosebumps breaking out on your skin as Chris’ fingertips graze gently up and down your arm. Your eyes feel heavy but you don’t want to give in because when you wake up you know you’ll have to say goodbye and that’s not something you want to do.

“You’ll stay in touch, right?” you murmured against him, as worry took root within your stomach. His quick and emphatic reply should have been enough but you couldn’t help yourself from needing to make sure you would still hear from him during the mission. “And call me? With the space Skype?”

“I promise,” he said, as a smile spread across his face. Chris’ hand stopped moving, settling on your arm and holding you close.

“Promise me one more thing?” He hummed in response and you continued, “Stay safe up there.”

Chris tilted his head down and feeling him shift you looked up as he said, “I promise.”

In the moonlight his eyes sparkled like clear tropical waters. Slowly, a soft smile spread across your face as you stared at him. “I love you, Chris.” There was no romanticism behind it even after being together, just pure love for your friend.

Chris exhaled, planting a kiss to your temple. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Despite wanting to spend your remaining hours together awake you reluctantly fell asleep in his arms, tearfully parting in the morning. Two weeks later you watched as the space shuttle launched, with proud tears filling your eyes as Chris’ picture flashed on your screen along with the rest of the crew. Seeing that made you feel hopeful and overjoyed at the prospect of hearing from him soon.

“Chris… I’m pregnant.” It was a relief to finally tell him but you didn’t feel any better, uncertainty weighed heavy on your shoulders, crushing the space for your lungs to expand. Chris knows but now what?

He’s silent, his lips parted slightly and you don’t know if there’s a delay in the feed. Maybe you should have emailed it to him. You were going to at first and instead chose to word the importance of needing to speak to him in such a clandestine way that you were contacted by someone from NASA. Upon speaking to them they allowed your email to be dispatched and then you waited.

Chris’ eyebrows knit together, his shoulders slumping down as he stared at your face through the screen. He didn’t have any doubts, you were always truthful with each other, but he still wondered how.

“We put on a new one, I thought…”

“I thought we were good too,” you said, letting out a shaky breath.

You weren’t just pregnant, you were pregnant with his child and based off of some quick calculations in his head you were nearing the end of your first trimester. “H-how are you? I mean, how are you feeling?”

“Physically or…” Nervous laughter bubbles out of your throat.

This was hard on you, the physical symptoms weren’t fun but you could manage. What was more difficult was not telling anyone. It was early enough in your pregnancy that you could hide it from your family. They still lived in Hartford and hadn’t been down to visit yet but you couldn’t avoid them forever. Work was a different story. You had to let your boss know you would have to modify your duties as working around solvents and other chemicals would not be safe.

There was never a doubt in your mind about keeping the baby. When you were younger you imagined having children by now but it didn’t work out that way. It was something you were okay with, finding life fulfilling in different ways. Work was incredible, you were able to travel and though your relationships hadn’t worked out in the past you didn’t hold on to any resentments. Life was always complete and now things were going to be different.

You wanted to speak to Chris first before telling your family because you needed to know your expectations. Chris had a life of his own and you didn’t want your choice of having a baby to make him feel obligated in any way. You were an adult; a smart, independent woman and could do this on your own.

“I know this isn’t something we planned but…” Chris exhaled, the corners of his mouth lifting upward, “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you... I promise.”

Chris’ eyes glisten with tears as his smile grows and you find yourself brushing away your own from the corner of your eyes. It was comforting to know Chris will be part of the baby’s life. Truthfully it would have been weird if he wasn’t in some capacity considering how close you were. For now you have a lot of time on how you’re going to figure things out for the future.

After the call Chris reflected in silence, staring out of the giant triangular windows of one of the Hermes’ common areas into the vastness of space. He was lost in thought, startled by his name being called by a crewmate. He turned to see Mark whose bright smile fell with concern upon seeing Chris’ face, asking if he was alright.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Chris responded, his tone mournful in the realization he’ll be missing the birth. He accepted the congratulatory hug Mark gave him, sighing heavily as they separated. “I always thought I’d be there for that.”

You were due in March and Chris hated the fact that he won't be there for the first nine months of his child’s life, moments and milestones he’ll never get back. He doesn’t like leaving this all on you. He knows you can do it but you shouldn’t have to.

“I can’t pretend this isn’t hard but don’t think of it in terms of what you’re missing, look at what you’re gaining, what you have to look forward to when you come home.” Chris nodded, his smile trying to come back. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend,” Mark teased.

“I don’t. Y/N, she’s…” Chris’ face lights up as he thinks about you, which does not go unnoticed by Mark. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. She’s always meant so much to me and now…”

Mark gave Chris an honest smile as he spoke plainly, “And now you’re having a baby.”

With a proud smile that stretched from ear to ear he affirmed, “Yeah… we are.”

PART 2

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