#anywhore; last thing for the night

[blitzbuckz]

✨🌕MOON WAFFLES🌕✨

@botanikos

[kreativewritin444]

judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

 authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

   also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

i got this tip thing working, i do work full time & go to school so any tips are welcomed and appreciated but either way ty all.

anywhore here is the third part/ im thinking final part as well. let your imagination think of the end... unless too many of yall want more.

 tag list: @allie131313​ @casa-boiardi​

summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

  staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

 taking small pain killers help.

 the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

 which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

 the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late. 

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

 ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

 as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

 the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you. 

 hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome. 

 shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down. 

 smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

 he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

 the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

 “got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

 he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

 “can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

  the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

 biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

 “y/n?”

 you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?” 

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

 he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

 “if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

 “just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.” 

 with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

 heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door. 

 the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

 as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

 “thomas?”

 the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

 your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

 staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

 the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.”  it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say. 

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly. 

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

 “tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you. 

 “i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

 lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

 pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

 it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

 his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

 his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

 he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

 “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

 your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

 “taste good too.”

 he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

 without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

 “oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

 unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

 “do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

 “never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

 he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

 “just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist. 

 “i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

 “i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

 he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

 he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

 leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

 “ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

 “say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

 “yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

 he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

  he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

 “wh-what did you do?”

 “do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

 you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.” 

 his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

 “what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

 he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

 it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

 “i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder. 

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

 “you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a  small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

 his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

 your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

-

 you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

 he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

 you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

 “eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

 you had to give a answer.

 “i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

 “charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

 your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

 the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

 “i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him.  “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.” 

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

 the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

 slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

 moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

 “ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

 “i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

 kissing you felt like kissing grace.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

-

  setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

 too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

 with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

 telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

 you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

 he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

 you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

 make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

 smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

 it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

-

 you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

 “hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

 “well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

 you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

 the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”   

 moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.” 

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

 “what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

 “ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

 sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

 tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

 “yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

 his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

 it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

 thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

 “what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

 yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward. 

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

-

 a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

 “give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

 pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

 keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

 “come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

 the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

 trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

 “the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

 this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard. 

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay. 

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

 moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy. 

 in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground.  “you know who your fucking messing with?” 

 he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

 hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

 flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

 “melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

 two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy. 

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

 charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

 “thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

 “but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

 “i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

 so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

 managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

 still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

 thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

 michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

 her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did. 

 “someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

 “mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

 your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

 polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

 “n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

 the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

[stylesloveclub]

ok first this i funny bc i think the last ask i js put in was not as an anon which is fine bc it's really not that deep but i signed it as my anon name (which i adore btw tysm for that) and i js think that's quite silly

ANYWHORE....

so as we all know midterms are a terrible rotten creation and the person who made them deserves to burn in hell (maybe that's a stretch but they certainly get zero brownie points from me 😠) and ofc you absolutely feel that way when you're studying for them. and YES okay, you studied bc failing bc you didn't study and failing bc you don't understand the material are two very different things. the minute you find out you're absolutely CRUSHED bc you work sooooo hard in this class and are always studying and doing what's required of you but it just doesn't make a single ounce of fucking sense in your brain. so you trek back to your place all mopey and sad and on top of that you have work tonight, and don't get it twisted you love your job (otherwise you wouldn't have met harry) but all you want to do rn is curl up in a ball and shovel loads of junk food in your fat gob and wallow in the feelings of pity and being a failure :(((((((. but you can't bc for whatever reason the government says you're legally and big girl and have to take care of yourself (fuck that) so you put on your little uniform and walk the few blocks it takes to get to Pleasing. ppl can tell you're sad and just not your regular chipper self when you come in, but they also know it's best to leave you be in these situations bc you're bound to start SOBBING if someone asks what's wrong and as much as your coworkers love and care for you they cannot afford to be down a staff member so you crying is not any option 💀💀. so you're going through your shift and it's honestly better than you thought it would be bc it's keeping your mind off your grade and how bad it is and your friends and making you laugh, but then the snob of the night just has to come in and ruin the whole mood. you already know you won't like serving him the minute he opens his mouth, all "listen honey..." and you tune out the rest of his words until he finally orders. his date looks bloody miserable, and you wish you could tell her to run for the hills, but at least she's getting a free meal from a five-star restaurant. so yada yada yada things are going relatively fine with the customer until *uh oh* his pasta got messed up. he asked for his cilantro on the side and it, unfortunately for you, came with none at all. you're on the verge of apologizing when he starts chewing you out "what the fuck is your issue? are you really that dense? i get you're just some dumb waitress but you have to have at least half a brain to work at a place like this...." he's so unbelievably rude, causing a scene and grabbing the other customers attention, making them stare as he just yells and yells and yells :(((((. eventually, one of your coworkers, jenny let's say, comes over with the cilantro and slams it on the table and "we're sorry for the inconvenience sir, please enjoy your meal" he doesn't thank them or apologize to you (though his date does which is unnecessary but appreciated) and jenny ushers you away and is all "go see harry hun, it's fine" bc she's one of your closer friends from work and knows more about your relationship with harry than the others. so you run over to his office with a short nod of thanks to her and you don't even bother knocking before you push the door open. and harry's about to scold you until he sees you're crying (which you hadn't realized until just then) and he's pushing away from his desk and rushing to you and "puppy? what's wrong, my sweet girl?" :(((( and so you run down the whole day, from your failed midterm to the shitty customer just a few minutes ago, crying and blubbering into his pristinely pressed shirt. you don't notice that he makes a short call during your rant to get the customer who yelled at you kicked out, but it doesn't matter bc it's short and his full attention is back on you in no time. "baby, m'sorry, so so sorry about your midterm and the mean customers" :(((((( and he wipes your tears away until your cries have settled down to soft hiccups and "c'mon puppy, we're ending the night early"

AND THIS IS TOO LONG HOLD ON

-tummy r*ding anon 😵‍💫

1/3 🥸

[jazzyjj]

I'm sorry, these are just my random 11 pm thoughts but watching Cody do his promos, I've always thought the promos superstars do where they are completely alone, no one to bounce off of(no faction and no tag team partner), and no one ends up coming out and they're either talking about whatever feud they're in or just idk talking to the crowd were kinda strange. Like sir/ma'am who are you talking to, bring somebody out pls.

And I've noticed it the most on Cody's last promos cause like for sure we're in the transition period to the draft so they probably don't wanna start a feud when everybody's place hasn't been decided yet. But dude, man's is just speaking random shit into the cosmos. Who are you talking to? Paired with the outfit which I will address in a minute, it feels like a president is addressing the nation.

Like Dwayne, where tf are you dude? Don't come out to start shit and then disappear into the night and leave Cody to meander and just give "hi, how are ya, have you met my friend Jey" promos. Y'all are fucking this man before he's even able to get on his feet. Now goofy fans are saying he's boring, and yeah the promos are a little meh cause there's not much content to them for him to talk about so he's essentially keeping up appearances. But honestly if they had told us the champ was resting and had him come back the week of the draft, started the rock stuff, drafted them both to the same brand that week, and kept it movin, we would have been gucci. Yeah some fans would be dicks and be like where tf is he, he's supposed to be here blah blah blah. But Idk to me it feels better then giving promos about mostly nothing of importance because they can't start the things of importance yet.

Anywhore, onto the suits.

Cody constantly dressing like he's running to be a Senator cracks me up. I just scrolled through several tiktoks of him y'know being casual backstage, an interview, his reality show and in every, single, one, he's in the suit. Like a lot of the time I'm like "He got that shit on tho😗" other days...

Put 👏 Something👏Else👏On👏Neeooowww

Anyfuck, that is the end of my late night ranty rant.

[helloyvette]

9/5/24

I gotta do yesterdays food thing today because I forgot, I went dancing last night tho and tho I looked good I wish I was skinny, it’s literally so unfair how many cute outfits I wanna wear but they look ridiculous on me bc of my size:( but anywhore

Breakfast: skipped

Lunch: skipped

Snackies!!: honey mint cold brew coffee my fav🩷

Dinner: Olive Garden Salad with their Italian dressing and a lot of liquor

Full transparency: i could not care less about the amount of calories in alcohol they simply do not exist to me

[teen--marvel]

still listening to stummer's playlist while i make this reaction/review post... thing.

anywhore, let's GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! (tw: flashing)

Hop looks between us, his brows drawn together in his obvious worry. He clears his throat and asks the expected question giving our current location “What are you three doing in the middle of the road like this?”

that's why, hop...

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Hop’s face clears and turns into Chief mode as he steps closer “Someone chased you out of your house?” Mom lifts her arms up, clearly rattled from the whole situation and shakes her head a few times “No– no– no, not someone– something!”  “What–” Hop starts and she slams her arms down against her legs “Some kind of creature crawled out of my wall and came after me!”

he said, protective hubby mode instead of chief mode while joyce is trying to be all serious, lol

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Hop is quick to hold up his hands towards her “All right, wait, wait, wait– we’ll come back and check it out with you but Joyce, we need to talk first.”

uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh-oh.

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“What exactly happened with the wall?” I think might have escalated to tonight “We don’t– I mean, something almost happened last night but not– it wasn’t to this extent–” I stop and breathe in deeply, settling my frantic thoughts before answering more clearly “We were on our way home just now so we didn’t see what happened at the house– we don’t know.”

oh damn

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Difference from last night to tonight though was that the alien looking creature succeeded in its rendition of the chestburster scene via our wall.

i fucking had to, i'm sorry 😂

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I wrap one of my arms around my front, lifting the other up so I can chew on the side of my thumbnail with my anxiety this is all bringing on.

summer, honey, your stiles is showing

(not the gif i wanted, but it's close)

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As soon as we walk inside I open my mouth in a silent gasp, my eyes slowly moving around the room and taking in the hundreds of turned off Christmas lights that are hanging everywhere

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“It didn’t have a face?” Hop carefully repeats,

i get that he didn't know about our bestie, sir demo, but he could have at least gave her the benefit of the doubt...

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Her description though is where Jonathan draws the line because he scoffs and turns to walk out of the living room towards the hallway. 

his ass, too.

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Hop’s gentle voice filters through the living room in between mom’s whimpers and sniffling “Joyce, listen to me– listen to me. After Sarah… I saw her, too and I heard her. I didn’t know what was real– and then I figured out that it was in my mind, and I had to pack all that away. Otherwise, I was gonna fall down a hole… that I couldn’t get out of.”

bruh, that freaking happened to me!!! i think i've said this before but after my mom died, i show her shadow spirit thing and it freaked me the fuck out.

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throwing on the same pants as yesterday

i do this literally all the time, especially with shorts 'cause i have one pair that fits me really good.

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“Hey, you’re okay– take a deep breath” he sets his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes “Having to see that is never okay, but it’s over– you did great, kid.”

stepdad of the year!

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“I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!”

i can't but think of those seagull memes that came out not long after the second season because of this line and the one about "what's wrong with my boy"

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I am not gonna stop looking for him until I find him and bring him home,” she points, yelling even louder “I am going to bring him home!”

shout out to the soundtrack for having some of the audio clips like this one that i memorized in like a week 😂

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skipped the whole funeral home bit 'cause it will always hit close to home...

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“Byers” he says around the cigarette in between his lips

smoking is incredibly bad for you, but joe and dyl make it look hot af...

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Raising my brows with his insistence, I drop my eyes down to the ground and the cigarette butt still on the ground. Steve makes a face and follows my line of sight, rolling his eyes as he leans forward and picks it up. He rushes over to the garbage can in front of the market and I use that as my opportunity to escape. 

DUDE!! i'm listening to this book called hunting adeline (beware of the trigger warnings if you decide to listen), but the main female character tells the main male character to not drop his butts on the ground, and this paragraph highly reminded me of that, lol

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 I hear him grumble behind me “Should have figured you wouldn’t make this easy” Shaking my head, I don’t look back at him with my over the shoulder reply “Pretty sure I said not today, Harrington”

the sass is strong with this one (is she secretly related to a one ms emma grace thomas from yabmh? ahahahhahahaaa)

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I look at his hands close to touching me and he drops them back down to his sides

completely different vibe fro where i'm at in this series, hahahaa

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 “I can only deal with so much in one day and unfortunately for you, and wanting to talk, I’m at my limit for today.”

oh, yeah, she's definitely related to emma 😂

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“Summer–” he tries but I shake my head and step away from him “You are not seriously going to try to comfort me right now” Steve scoffs and throws his arms out to his side “Why not– who do you have?”

oh damn.

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“All day you’ve been there for your mom and probably Jonathan but who has been there for you?”

girl, if you don't!

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“Yeah, well why didn’t you?” he asks to my back and I stop my steps, arguing with myself to just keep walking– but I don’t listen and instead turn back around to face him again. I watch as he shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets “I probably deserved it.”

boy if only you knew about the events that's gonna happen in a couple episodes

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i feel like this episode (or chapter) was shorter than normal... or maybe i just skipped a lot, lol.

either way, it was an amazing chapter! can't wait to relive chapter five!!!

King of My Heart Chapter 4 - The Body

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​ Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers (eventually) Word Count: 7k Warnings: canon violence and themes, language, smoking, mentions of drowning, death, and funerals A/N: officially on a schedule babes- Tuesdays & Fridays SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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The cruisers and ambulance stop behind our car with Hop’s truck leading the way. He gets out of his truck and walks up to us, the three of us sharing a confused look before we turn to face him.

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[apathyfairy]

me watching 15 hours of youtube in a row: it’s called therapy

[osakunt]

I saw request are open! Could you do one where geto and y/n were childhood best friends to lovers but y/n left when they were still young and lost contact with each other over the years. Like they couldnt completely get over each other but then they get older they meet again and rekindle with each other again 😭 you can make it nsfw if you want ….oof my heart though ❤️😭

CHILDHOOD BESTIES MEET AGAIN W/ GETOU

MINORS DNI

He’s been coming over to break your back for two months now.

You both met on a night out. From there you exchanged numbers and one thing lead to another and now he was there every time your pussy needed to be violated …. That sounds a little too… como se dice… you know what I mean. Google says it means to treat with disrespect and that’s exactly what he be doing 🕺🏻 anywhore ~

You were getting cleaned up after an intense full nelson. His cock had you with your tongue out and cumming bullets with the shots he was giving you from underneath.

Getou went into the shower after you. You were getting dressed when he came out with droplets making their way down his chest and passed his navel.

Even though the water droplets distracted you for a hot minute, you went back to study his face. After two months of only studying his cock - you finally decided to give him an eye and your memory was either playing tricks on you or you knew this man from somewhere.

Not only were you in your head trying to figure out where you had seen him - Suguru had also noticed that you had the same characteristics as a childhood friend he had. He noticed your similarities the first night you two met. He didn’t want to get his hopes up - yet he did when you two started your Friday night meet ups.

He was hoping you’d ask him to stay. He needed all the evidence to make sure you weren’t them. If you were then WOW

“Would you like to stay ? I feel the need to get to know the man I’m sleeping with”

“Baby, I think you know me well enough” he smirks

After a while of talking, your memory stamps the last box and bingo. The memory of a young boy came to your mind.

You two still don’t know each other’s name. You thought it was a good idea to not get to know your hook ups name, since this was only happened when one had a need. A sexual need. That was the only time you both would ever reach out.

“You remind me of someone. This friend I had when I was little” you start the conversation while eating take out. The recess lighting illuminating your face evenly.

“Oh ? It’s weird cause so do you” he answers to your conversation starter.

“He lived a few houses down from me. We’d play tag and would race to the bus stop for school” you continue reminiscing small parts of your childhood.

Suguru’s heart dropped. Not of sadness but of disbelief. It was you. Deep inside he knew it was but was scared to come to terms with it.

“Tell me - is your name Suguru, by any chance ?”

“Is yers (Y/n) ?” You turn to look at the smile that had not changed. It was the bestfriend you had to leave behind after your parents accepted a better opportunity at work.

“Shut the fuck up !! NOO” you rush to his side. Grabbing his face to look at how it had matured over the years. “Holy fuck !” You smile back at him.

“I’ve always wondered what had happened to you. Seems like you’re doing just fine” he says pointing to your place. “Yea. I got this job offer a few months back and let’s just say it’s going well.”

“I’m glad. Now that we’re officially acquainted and have once again met one another - would you do me the honor to go out with me ? One date and if ya like it, you’ll accept to go on a second one.” 

“Suguru, we’ve been in sinful intercourse for the last two months. There’s no point in formalities. I’ll definitely go out with you. If you play your cards right then maybe I will accept to a second”

You both grin at each other still soaking in the fact of who was in front of the other.

[g-on-ef]

Broken Embraces

@kurosakiichigoat asked: Could I kindly request Ulquihime please? ... ooh Um las noches with Ulquiorra corrupting Orihime please. Thank you for asking!

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A/N: after weeks of things going wrong family being a pain in the ass and a freaking Hurricane !!! I am finally able to update my thank you for 700 followers prompts that you guys have send me and no better day than today because uhh today is my little sister's birthday !!! I'm so excited for these prompts to be out and I hope you enjoy them ^^ now this first one is gonna be my Ulquihime fic and it's gonna be an ongoing series ^^ TBH when I saw this I couldn't make it into a simple one shot had to turn this into a multi chapter fic so I hope you guys enjoy this ^^ anywhore enough of my babbling on wit the show ^^

Summary: Over the years of his existence Ulquiorra has never found anything that was worthy of his attention in fact in his eyes everything was trash and pointless until a human of all things a mere human girl who Lord Aizen for some reason needed her had the courage to not only reprimand him but also keep him questioning things that he found useless or unworthy of his time. He wonders for the first time why the heart that she speaks so fondly of gives her courage gives her strength and why does she waste it on those who are mere trash he begins to study her and wonder if her strength and determination can be used in other ways, ways that will not only be beneficial towards Lord Aizen but their upcoming war with Soul Society little did he know of the storm that was to come his way as he plot his desire to corrupt an innocent heart.

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Chapter 1: prolong

~we all grow old eventually. We all have pasts. Sometimes those pasts are painful sometimes happy and fun times simply cannot last forever~

The black heavens above were devoid of stars. It should have frighten him, should have brought fear to his fragile state as his mother was lost to him in the cold night with only the tears of the sky to bear witness of her death.

The land before him would have been encase in darkness had it not been for the lasers of the moon's light as it traveled across the land with graceful ease lighting the land before him.

He looked around him he tried his hardest to not cry to not fall to his knees and scream of anger, pain, frustration, he wasn't sure all he knew was that he wanted to scream as if it would be the last sound he'd ever make.

But he didn't, he didn't scream nor did he vomit as that was his second reaction to the carnage before him.

Soul Reapers, Arrancars, Vizors, bodies of fallen friends and foes filled the once ivory land of Hueco Mundo their blood splattered across the lifeless land painting the once colorless in a sea of red.

"Ichigo," the witness to this horrendous scene turned his head at the sound of his name being called, staring at the tower of the palace known as Las Noches.

The voice that called to him was once a voice full of innocence and love. A gentle soothing voice that calmed him and his friends whenever the weight of their sins became to much to bare.

A voice they listen to when their scars were reopened and none of them knew how to heal them.

A voice that would drown out the voices of their demons when they got to loud for any of them to silence.

A voice full of life was replaced by a cold one, one that was not going to calm them when fear gripped their hearts, when their demons tried to drown them.

Above him standing on the tallest tower stood a five figures well four as one of them resemble a dog like arrancar growling down at him and his friend ready to pounce.

The others were two men and two women. One of the men had electric blue hair a sadistic yet satisfying smile covered his face, the figure next to him was of a woman her stance was one of confidence, strength, but her eyes...her eyes plead for him to forgive her, her honey grey eyes beg for him to understand her situation just as she understood his.

If he was honest with himself those two weren't important to him in fact if he was honest with himself the ones that mattered the most to him where the two in front.

A man who appeared to be taller than the others but if ichigo was honest with himself he'd had to guess it was due to the form he was in, a form that nearly killed him.

But it was the woman in front of them that made him want to cry the woman who's eyes once were filled with wonder and creativity, with love and joy, with happiness who's eyes now stared down at him with distane, with a cold hard uncaring look he never thought he'd see in her face.

He stared at her, wondering if not for the first time if she was truly his friend or someone who was cosplaying her but he knew he knew it was her even if he plead and beg every God from every religion to tell him otherwise he knew his wishes would go unanswered.

This was her the cold heartless stare belonged to the woman who caused this carnage this woman who was once a friend caused this.

Ichigo stared at her, she was a different person not just in her eyes but in her stance and clothes.

Her top was similar to all the Espadas stark white but what shocked him was how exposed her breasts were and instead of being shy she seem uncaring of her chest out in the open.

She wore a white skirt that resemble a school uniform with black socks that stopped mid thigh her feet were covered by boots behind her ichigo saw what appeared a long cape like item but it look torn from the fighting.

Her hair once kept neat and with care was a mess bangs falling down, framing her once angelic face tangled and if he looked closely he could see parts of it being uneven {probably from her cutting it whenever someone would try to grab it}.

She looked dangerous, like a warrior.

"We kept our end of the deal, we would help you defeat Aizen and his men and we did now you and your kind will leave Hueco Mundo and never step foot in Las Noches again,"

Ichigo stared at her for a short period time, the tiny thread that was holding him together snapped not enough to make him do something foolish but enough for him to call her out.

"My kind? My kind? MY KIND! Have you forgotten that your also my kind?"

The young woman's stare never waver, she just stared at him as he yelled at her and continued to do so.

"You're human Orihime! You were no you ARE our friend! And you're turning your back on us for them?!"

"Yes," she said it so casually, it felt as if she stabbed a sword through his heart actually if he was honest he'd rather she do that it'll hurt less than the attitude she was displaying before him.

"What happened to you Orihime? What happened to the sweet girl who I called friend,"

Storm clouded eyes stared down him not with anger or disappointment but with a cold uncaring stare the next words she spoke shattered not only him but his friends as well.

"She grew up,"

~it's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks~

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A/N: good ??? Bad ??? Tell me what yall think ^^ this fic will also be posted on AO3 so be on the look out for that ^^ let me know what you think update for this fic will be every other Saturday

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™ 

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it. 

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment 

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe. 

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

•  ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep. 

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

[criminally--reid]

Can you write some shitty Derek x reader freaky shit? It doesn’t have to be good, I’m just thirsty

shitty is my specialty 🤙

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay¿

pairing: derek morgan x reader

wordcount: ??? :(

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derek and y/n had decided to go out last night. despite just having finished a gruesome case, neither of them were particularly tired and both well deserving of a night of fun. they spent the whole night drinking and dancing. neither of them would have predicted what was to follow the next morning.

they had done nothing but bump into eachother at the entrance of headquarters this morning, but they can both somehow feel the tension. everything they felt last night comes surging back in an instant and y/n gets flustered.

"after you," derek opens the door and moves aside, allowing you to go first. you enters with him quick on your heels. between the door and the conference room, you manage to calmhyour breathing down enough to face your colleagues.

derek takes his usual seat beside you as garcia walks in the room - adorned with her usual bright colors and clanky heels - and begins to deliver the case. you were listening intently providing ample feedback until someone's fingers start to walk their way up your leg. your breath hitches in your throat, and you look over to him only to see hes not even looking at you.

you try to turn your attention back to the case at hand, but the only hand you can concentrate on is the one slowly creeping up your thigh, closer and closer to your core.

"wheels up in 30," hotch says, snapping you back into reality. managing to miss the entire discussion, you gather up your files in hopes you can get enough debriefing on the jet.

"woah, slow down mamas," derek says, grabbing your arm. "man said 30."

"morgan, I already missed the entire debriefing. I need to look over these files before I get on the plane."

"c'mon babygirl," he counters. "we always go over everything on the plane. besides, your big beautiful brain already works overtime. take a little break."

he's very tempting, you couldn't lie to yourself. "fine morgan, but I swear to god if we're late-"

"we wont be," he cuts you off by placing a light kiss to your lips.

he leads you all the way downstairs to a spare office. it was in between inhabitants so there was currently a desk and a chair, filing cabinets and bookshelves, but no occupant and none of their stuff. shuffling you inside, he pulls the door shut and locks it behind him before going oner to take a seat in the jig leather office chair behind the desk.

"why dont you come take a seat?" he leans back in the chair, displaying his lap for you to sit on, and you take it gladly. your back facing him as you grind down onto him softly. his hands find her hips quickly, forcing her hips down onto him harder.

"derek-" you whisper out. he leans up, his front flush with your back, and places light open-mouthed all over your back.

"as much as i'd love to take my time with you, we have about 20 minutes left."

the two of you share a chuckle while you stand up and turn around to face him. noticing hes already undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, you do the same; putting your ass on display.

"turn around for me mamas." you do as he says and lean over with your hands gripping the edge of the desk, swaying your hips slowly. he plants his hand firmly on your ass, sending shockwaves straight to your core. you let out a yelp before he smoothes his hand over the red handprint, soothing the stinging sensation.

he directs your hips to meet flush with his as you sink down onto his member, gasping as you feel him stretch you out and hit the deepest parts of you.

"god, Derek-"

"c'mon baby, you gonna bounce for me?"

you place your hands right above either of his knees, holding yourself up as you start to ride him. "mnh -feel so good."

"you feel good baby? hm? tell daddy how good you feel."

you begin to answer but he starts to thrust up into you, rendering you unable to form a sentence.

"God- fuck! so good, daddy. -Feel so fucking god. omygod f-fuck me."

"shit- you're so fucking tight. who woulda thought lil miss thing was such a slut? hm?don't you want everyone in the office to know? or this just a little secret for me?"

"god- on-only for you, derek fuck!" the knot in your stomach continues to build steadily to the brink of eruption. he keeps pounding into you, hitting that small part inside of you, threatening you to release.

"gonna cum for me? i feel you squeezing on me baby. go ahead and let go."

his words were all you needed. you let go, your juices leaking all over derek's lap. your legs twitch as derek thrusts up into you a few more times, chasing and finding his own release. you stand up from his lap, a mixture of your juices and his cum dripping down your leg.

while you're re standing there catching your breath, derek pulls your panties up for you, taking you by surprise.

"what the hell morgan- I still need to get cleaned up."

"no way, babygirl. that mess isnt going anywhere. now pull your pants up and let's go. 4 minutes to get our asses on that jet."

you slowly pull your pants up, getting turned on yet again by the fact that you're gonna be filled up with morgan's cum in front of the rest of the team for hours. he stops while you have your pants just barely above your knees. taking his finger, he swipes up some of what had dripped down your leg before pulling out the waistband of your panties and wiping it on the mound of your cunt.

"gotta make sure it's all in there," he whispers as he stands up. you flush and finish pulling your pants up quickly.

you smooth down your shirt and fix your hair. morgan laughs and you glare at him. "what's so funny?"

"honestly I dont know," he begins to reply. "but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that we just fucked and now you gotta go out there, full of me, acting like we didn't. and you couldn't be more paranoid. you're so afraid someone's gonna clock you, and I find that hilarious."

"Jesse christ, Morgan-"

"calm down mamas. you look fine. run along upstairs and I'll get your go-bag, okay?'

you nod and begin to head up the stairs, but not before derek pulls you back and places a kiss to your forehead. "another round when we get back?"

"well see." you smile up at him before bounding up the stairs with him hot on your trail.

*shjt show over*

would derek say mamas?? I think so://

I wrote this entirely in school lmfao the fuckung embarrassment

anywhore,, I hope u like it. wish it was more freaky but eh this is good for now I guess hahaha

[blitzbuckz]

I did this drawing 2 months ago for @gethellbcnt / @msbuckzo after they had asked how would Blitzø doodle his mom. I was trying to be funny but when I showed them the finished piece they instantly, without hesitation, pinned it which got me bawling. When they asked why I was crying- I told them because it felt like they framed it, like a parent putting their child's drawings on a fridge. it's been months and I'm still not over this dkgjslk

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If It’s Magic | Chapter 2

A/N: This is a bit longer than the first chapter, I’m not mad at it but I’m working towards something. No warnings...yet lol

Taglist: @great-neckpectations @wakandas-vibranium @bartierbakarimobisson @wakandan-flowerz @yaachtynoboat711 @oceanscorazon @babygirlofwakanda @storibambino @reaperdeldrunk Lucy huffed as she stood in line in the cafe, giving the barista a pleasant smile once she finally reached the front.

“Hi, I ordered a macchiato on the app under the name Lucille Owens. Is it ready?”

“I’m sorry but there’s no order here under that name,” the young man said with a bored expression on his face, signaling her to move over so he could help the person behind her. Lucy gaped at him and refused to leave the spot, much to the chagrin of the people behind her.

“Excuse me?! I’m gonna need you to check again because I know what I ordered!”

“I understand, but I don’t have your order here and there are others waiting. Either put in a new order or step aside, please.”

Lucy was about to rip into him before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked at Amira, who’d been quietly watching the two of them, and moved to make room for her in front of the barista.

“Listen, we have an Intro to Psych class to get to and it’s the first day. Could you put in two mocha macchiatos for me and my roommate, lease? She already paid and it’s only right.”

The male’s eyes seemed to glaze over a bit as Amira spoke, looking a bit dumbfounded. When she finished speaking he nodded and put the order in, letting the ladies know that they’d be called when they were ready. While waiting Lucy looked at Amira warily, unsure of what just happened.

Amira noticed and returned the look. “What?”

“You know damn well what. How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

Lucy glared at her and huffed. “Mira...the thing with the barista!! What was that?!”

“Oh, that. It’s a long story that I’ll explain later, when we’re alone. Please ask me something else.”

Seeming satisfied for the moment, Lucy decided to ask something that had been on her mind since their first night together.

“Fine, fine. Tell me about that fine ass dude that came to our place the other night! He was all tall dark and handsome. You said he was your friend?”

Amira silently wished she’d just answered the first question, she thought with a chuckle.

“Xavier is a lot of things. My best friend, business partner, ex-boyfriend, almost fiance-”

“Almost what now?! You not gone just speed past that like you didn’t just say he was almost your fiance. Explain, Canadian.”

“He proposed, I said no.”

Lucy’s eyes nearly bugged out through her glasses at that.

“Why the hell would you say no to that? He fine as hell, probably smart cause he goes here, and he look like he got money! Did he hit you?”

“Girl, no! It just wasn’t the right time. After some talking, we agreed to wait until after graduation.”

Lucy sat back and ended her interrogation for now, just when their orders were ready. With a wink to the barista, they left the cafe and headed to class, speed walking a bit so they wouldn’t be late.

“So you telling me she said no...and y’all are still friends? You’re better than me, dawg.”

Xavier and his roommate Daniel were in the gym exercising between classes. Currently, the latter was spotting the former in a bench press as they spoke.

“We’ve been friends since middle school, dude. Besides, it’s more of a not yet than a no. We talked and decided together that it would be better to wait until after graduation.”

As they continued to speak, Xavier finished his set and got up to switch places with Daniel, spotting him through his own bench press.

“Okay, that’s fair. But why not still be together while in school? From what I’ve seen you two still have chemistry.”

“Man, stop worrying so much about my love life and focus on yours. What happened with that cutie you took out last night? I didn’t expect to see you again until this morning.”

Daniel huffed a bit and rolled his eyes as he paused to meet Xavier’s gaze, “Dude, her friend ended up calling her crying right when we got back to her place. I feel like it was a set up but either way we said goodnight early.”

Xavier barked out a laugh as they continued their workout before hitting the showers and grabbing some food.

Amira sat cross-legged on her bed surrounded by notes and her laptop, hair pulled up into a loose top bun with a pen behind her ear as she typed away. She barely registered the front door opening and closing before Lucy was at her room’s threshold with an excited look on her face and a flyer in her hand.

“Mira, you would not believe what happened today!”

Without looking away from her laptop, Amira raised a brow as she spoke.

“You finally asked that dude out from psych?”

“What? No! I was heading back from buying my brushes and there were these women on 20th Street talking about something called ‘reproductive justice’. You ever heard of it?”

“Yeah, we learned a little bit about it in high school. Women taking charge of what happens to their bodies and shit. Why?”

“Apparently there’s going to be an event next week where they go more into detail on what it is. Would my roommate care to join?”

Amira paused her work and gestured for Lucy to give her the paper so she could look it over, shrugging a bit before she finally answered, “I don’t see why not, I like learning sometimes. Speaking of, I almost got kicked out of my Culture & Society class today.”

“It’s the second week, how the hell did you manage that?”

“I might have told the professor that he didn’t have any culture because he’s white...unless you count inbreeding, theft, murder, and beastiality.”

Lucy damn near fell over she laughed so hard, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes as Amira shrugged once more with a laugh.

“I mean, you weren’t wrong. But you know you can’t say that to these professors! They already think they’re “aware” because they went backpacking in Denver on their parent’s dime, or decided to stop washing their hair.”

“White people wash their hair?”

“Ya know...probably not.”

They laughed once more until Amira’s phone rang, the contact name “Peachy Kins” over a picture of Jonathan popping up and not going unnoticed by Lucy.

“Wooooow. So you can talk about white people but you got one saved in your phone looking all yummy with a pet name?! Ma’am.”

“Eh, cut that shit out. That’s my brother, he’s basically off black.”

Lucy snorted as Amira answered the phone and ushered her out of the room. “Well introduce me to the black side cause he fine. Heyyyy big brother!”

“Who the fuck was that?” Jonathan’s voice hit her ear as she closed the door, shaking her head.

“My roommate. She thinks you’re cute, ignore her.”

“I mean...I like dick, so I will. Anywhore, are you by your laptop?”

“Yeah I am, why?”

“Oh, just got something you might wanna see. Call me on Skype.”

Amira made a face but hung up her phone as she pulled up Skype on her laptop, calling him right away. When he answered it was clear he was in the basement of their office building, his usual dress shirt’s sleeves rolled up before he turned the camera to face what he wanted her to see. It turned out to be one of her workers, tied to a chair and barely conscious as if he’d been drugged. She was prepared to ask what was going on but Jonathan spoke first as he walked towards the male.

“So it seems we have a mole in our midst. I had Kenneth here followed and apparently he’s been meeting with the Chief of Police when he’s not working. But apparently, he doesn’t work with you guys anymore?”

The man in question was slowly coming to, looking dazed and confused as to where he was currently. Amira leaned back slightly and shook her head, running a hand over her face.

“Oh, Kenny. Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. Nah, he doesn’t work for us anymore because he was stealing.”

“A snitch and a thief? Heavy stuff. How do you wanna handle this?”

“Given that he has nothing the cops can actually use...just put him in the hospital. I think that’s a fair punishment.”

“Alright, will do. Later babe.”

“Oh Jon, wait! Make sure he can’t have any kids? No one needs to have that burden in their lives.”

At those words, Kenneth came to slightly, struggling to get out of the chair he was tied to with increasing strength. Jonathan snorted at his attempts before looking back to his sister.

“I can see why you’d say that. On it though, I’ll keep you updated on the other shit.”

After exchanging ‘love yous’ and ending the call, Amira grabbed her phone and texted Xavier the situation to keep him in the loop. She was surprised when he opted to call instead of replying, but answered the phone regardless.

“You know I don’t like texting.”

“I know, but I figured you were busy. Actually, what is that sound?”

The sound in question was what slurping and gagging, but Amira thought she might be mistaken.

“It’s nothing important honestly,” Xavier began, prompting the girl sitting between his legs to pull her mouth from his semi-hard dick, irritation clear on her face as she inquired who the fuck he was talking to. He raised a brow at her and smirked before putting the phone on speaker and replying so that both women could hear him.

“I was talking to someone that actually knows how to suck a dick, you might wanna ask her for some pointers because your mouth is pretty sad.”

Amira’s voice floated from the phone laced with pure amusement.

“Damn, you called me while she sucked you off? That’s sad as hell. Do better, Mr. Rose.”

At this point the girl was fuming, standing and going on about how she didn’t need this shit and Xavier wasn’t that cute anyways before she let herself out. Xavier simply pulled his sweats back up as Amira cackled on the other end of the phone, no doubt wiping tears from her eyes.

“She was trying to be cute, who does that?”

“People that don’t know how to suck dick, but I digress. Did you read my text?”

“I did. Jon’s handling it right?”

“Of course. I just didn’t want to leave you out of the loop of information.”

“Mighty white of you, beautiful. Since I have you on the phone though, you got plans next week? Daniel and I are going to stage a sit-in on administration about having a BSU and it would mean a lot if you showed up. You can even bring your loud roommate.”

Amira chuckled and stood from her bed, stretching her legs and letting out a small groan.

“Lucy’s just passionate, give her a break. But let me see what my week is looking like and I’ll get back to you?”

“No problem. In the meantime, go eat.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten?”

“Because you sound hungry. Now go eat or I’ll come over there and feed you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you plan to follow through. But fine, I’ll eat...you can still come to feed me though,” she said with a smirk as she left her room to head towards the kitchenette.

“The hell he can! I got an early class tomorrow...” Lucy interjected as Amira grabbed some ingredients for a quick stir fry.

Daniel tried not to laugh in Xavier’s face when he relayed how he was basically shut down by Amira’s roommate, but he quickly failed.

“I’m sorry dude, but it’s funny. Why don’t you do something cute, like ask her out?”

“Because she’s my girl and I don’t have to do that? She knows how I feel.”

“And? Nigga, the same shit you did for her to be your girl, you now have to do to keep her that way. Fuck around and be single by your sophmore year.”

Xavier looked at him for a moment before shaking his head, “Nah, it’s not like that with us. We’ve always been friends first since we were kids.”

“Key word there? Kids, my nigga. Y’all grown now, and she’s gonna want to know that you don’t see that same little girl anymore.”

“...you give a lot of advice for somebody that ain’t got nobody.”

“You don’t listen and you won’t have nobody either.”

Xavier thought about Daniel’s words but brushed them off, sure that Amira knew how he felt about her already. Besides that, they’re bonded. They can’t be in love with anyone else...right?

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Daaamn, Daniel! Did he have a point though? Tell me what you think!

[dis-pose-able-blog]

Blue moon- vmin

Note: So hi? I was listening to 4 o'clock and well remembered that it was written based off of Jimin and then I like properly appreciated the lyrics once again because is a beautiful song and well I was like hey, why not write a one-shot based off of it... so I did and I ended up enjoying what I'd written (kind of) and well I wanted to publish it but it's a one-shot and I have no idea where to do so bc I'm too lazy to make a one-shot book :")

anywhore.... here's my one-shot based off of 4 o'clock and spring day! It's unrevised and fresh from my mind's womb! Enjoy!

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I took a deep breath as the cold clawed its way throughout my body, and released it with the faintest rolling of steam slipping past my lips; the time I was unsure of though the moon was up yet I seemed to be the only soul risen with it.

My fingers numbed with the moonlight breeze, though that letter I wrote so long ago now was still firmly gripped between my fingers, it was for someone - someone I no longer have, I planned to read it to them though missed my chance and I've simply written a long, long letter to the moon. It was merely a corrupted file now for the mood could never equal that whom it was intended for - he shone brighter than the moon; everyone saw that but himself and I vaguely remember him whispering, on one of the last occasions in meeting him, that he was 'nothing more than a small lit candle in a life full of chandeliers' and I felt my face contort in almost anger yet the molten tear that radiated down my cheek, freezing my heart even more, told me all I felt was nothing but sadness toward the boy who'd sold his soul to the moon.

With a gruff weakness I wiped away the tears from my face and stood, allowing my feet to wander; my mind seeming to become confused between itself and the appendages for it began to wonder, tripping up and landing upon a desert - its once beautiful seas draining out through my eyes, washing a mirage of an oasis of happiness upon it whenever someone asks "how are you holding up?" with that condescending rub of the arm and a head tilt with that stupid tone of voice - I hate it!

I was so caught up in my thoughts, the brewing sand-storm halting at the sound of a song. Was it a bird song? That sound? Just simply a nameless bird calling out into the dark? Crying for its baby to fly back into the safe embrace of its delicately crafted fortress of a nest? Or was it you? Was it that voice I'd heard once upon a dream? Could it possibly that voice that brings a red-hot desire to see you once more each step I take this?

I found myself taking another step, one after another - I was running toward that voice, for it was more than just a nameless bird singing; so I followed it into the deep, into the ocean of darkness.

One step, another step. My grip tightening around the paper, the cold numbing being but something I ignored for I longed to see your brightness once again and I found myself stumbling into a park - one from when we were younger, happier... or were you never truly happy?

The sweet melody of your voice took me deeper into the darkness though I still couldn't find you. "Where are you?" My voice cracked and crumbled into the ground beneath my feet. "You?" My heart lurched and fluttered, I was pretty sure for a moment that repetitive thumping of it came to a complete halt upon the sight of you before me, swinging backwards and forwards shaded by the blue of moonlight, humming to yourself a tune of your own and it carried out into the night as if you were a siren calling sailors to their peril.

He's still as ethereal as ever, if not even more so- the way the light cascaded down upon him, he possessed none of his usual traits, however. His tan skin had been bleached into a radiant blue-white and his deep rose lips had been kissed with hues of navy and his once black hair had been stripped into a tincture of chalk white and there was something empty about his once full eyes - he was before me and yet something in him was lost.

"Why are you crying?" he turned to me and asked, though the oceans in his shaded eyes made me wonder too why he was crying - he'd gotten his wish and left. He did this; ran off and followed the stories of children of the moon; like Wendy, Peter and Micheal flying off to Neverland... except for this time he can't fly back. The window had been shut. Locked. Bricked up and he did it to himself.

I shook my head with a frown, running to his now standing figure, embracing him the comforting smell I'd begged my nose to remember hitting me in a strong wave, the welcoming arms and once warm, now cold, cage he'd delicately caught me in causing my heart to burn and shake and my eyes to drain the last of the oceans of my mind and I sobbed into his neck and he into mine.

"Why do you cry?" He repeated through sobs. "You and I are the only ones here - like it used to be - like you wanted! Me and you! So why do you cry?" his muffled cry of pain vibrated against my skin as my breath tried to catch up with me.

"You've been gone too long, Jimin! You left me! I loved you and you left me!" I screamed back, our voices creating a chorus of agony "You left us! I - we needed you and you left!" I tried to collect my shattered self, though the dim moonlight hindered me from putting the house of cards back together.

It remained quiet on his part, words seemingly caught in his throat as I choked out the words I'd been wanting to tell him since the day he left, I shoved the letter into his chest "read it when you miss us" I muttered, seated on another bench, though I hadn't realised we'd moved, I found myself leaning down and resting my head upon his lap, stray tears seeping out of my eyes as his fingers carded through my hair, that tune from earlier arising in his throat, a self-made backing track accompanying his words.

"Tae, I loved you, I did - do, even... Blaming yourself... don't do that. I had my reasons but you were not one of them i -"

"So what were they, Jimin?" I interjected, earning a flick to the forehead.

"Don't interrupt me, I'm older than you remember" we both half chuckled, a bittersweet exchange, however, it was refreshing - hearing his laugh for the first time, in person, after almost two years was beautiful. It was the only sound I could never get tired of and was something I never wanted him to stop doing. "Some things are best left unsaid, I had reasons and only I am to blame for my actions, don't let your heart freeze over, it's far too beautiful for that."

"So was yours and yet... you destroyed it. You did this, Jimin alas other people were also to hold accountable! You can't always blame yourself for the things that go wrong" I sighed, playing with the hand he'd rested upon my stomach "you put so much pressure upon yourself - destroy your mind with a self-made poison and it does nothing but brew trouble! You think I didn't notice how certain comments affected you, you think I didn't understand - that I'd reject you if you told me everything you felt, you thought that by putting on a brave facade that those thoughts, comments, judgments were hidden... well, they weren't! Not from me anyway! I knew it all! I should've helped you!" I gritted out through my teeth, looking up at him and sighing when I saw that lopsided half smiled he'd do and my eyes watered yet again, my mouth opening to speak yet again, though he silenced me with a small kiss - a tiny peck, a gesture that was reassuring yes though it seemed alien it'd been that long; my heart abducted and replaced with butterflies and fireworks just like it had the first time we kissed. He began to stroke my head again, causing me to shut my eyes and bask in the beauty and comfort brought to me under the blue the light of the moon shaded me with.

"I miss you." He started, his voice soft and broken "I didn't want to hurt you but I did, I came to apologise - to ease the pain, I came to erase the hurt and anger, to find closure and let go and yet I can't really let you go yet, Tae" he whispered "do you hate me for it? Would you rather forget my existence for leaving?" I stopped playing with his hand and looked to him.

"Yeah, I hate you; you left me, Jimin." I scoffed "But, the two years you've been gone? I've never stopped thinking about you and I don't plan to." I continued to play with his hand before linking them together "other people drove you into leaving-"

"Tae, it was my decision." He frowned, squeezing my hand "you keep passing blame and -"

"Because, Jimin! It hurts less than to blame you! Every day I want to see you, speak to you, you're my best friend, yet you're not there, you're gone and there's a hole in my entire existence now that you've gone and blaming you only seems to put salt on the wound and not only does it hurts but it makes me bitter toward you" my voice softened, looking to the man so our eyes were locked "and I can't bring myself to hate someone like you, Jimin. You're too... Jimin!"

There was an empty laughter, one that resonated in my heart, he sounded so pained, so broken that I recalled him using the same one just before he died. Looking up to the stars, he let out a breath before running his hands through my hair yet again, that tune from earlier bubbling up through his throat, this time in words, and out into the sky, a lullaby to the moon, a lullaby to me, a warning of the close coming pass of dawn.

You know it all, you're my best friend.

The sun will rise again;

no darkness, no season can last forever.

And, once the moon had fallen to sleep and the sun rose to suffocate my being, I sat up with a strangled, cold cry clawing throughout my body upon this dusty bench in a park somewhere just beside the city, the blue shade that'd been cast over me disappearing "J-Ji-Jimin! Please - don't leave me! Don't leave me again!" I said, trying to grab onto the soft hand stroking my hair.

"I'm sorry." It took one disgustingly warm ray of sunlight to wipe out the silhouette of the moon child before me, one final injection of UV rays to strip me of my Jimin once again.

[staneduris]

okay so like reddie and stenbrough go to a school dance together and when a slow song comes on they’re like super shy and don’t want people to stare at them but bill and richie drag stan and eddie on the dance floor and they dance and it’s just a really fluffy headcannon bc why not

i’m so so sorry this took so long! but here we go!

i made it a modern!AU by the way

so its senior year! and my boys are living their best lives, okay??

eddie and richie are moving to new york to attend nyu together (this hc is so overdone but honestly,,, i get it)

bill and stan are moving to colorado to attend csu together !

and the rest of the losers are going to great colleges as well (but i’m focusing on the core four in this hc)

anyways,, their lives are going great and they are so excited about prom because this is their last school dance! ever!

eddie asked richie literally freshman year, so they’ve been planning this forever. that’s probably why they look so GOOD!

richie is wearing skinny jeans and his CLEANEST vans (”i am a skater boy eds, you can’t CHANGE ME!”) and a pretty floral button down with a nice black blazer over the top.  (don’t even try to fight me you know richie has LONG ASS hair and it’s falling on his shoulders and it’s so pretty he’s SO PRETTY)

eddie is wearing black dress pants, but like the fashionable dress pants that are like tight and cropped (signature Gay pants) and a black button up shirt with a nice blush colored bowtie and his nicest vans too (fight me u know reddie r cute skater bf’s idk i don’t make the rules??)

they’re low-key the two prettiest boys in the world?

anywhore, eddie showed up to pick richie up with a bouquet of sunflowers and they made their way to the dance in eddies very very clean car

NOW THE STENBROUGH (i’m sorry this is so long but,, i’m so passionate)

so they’re newly dating, and when bill asked stan to prom it was actually like, how he asked stan to be his boyfriend too!

it was super cute and he definitely used some bird puns, ANYWAYS

these boys are dressed to the nines like!!! amazing !

bill has like the full sha-bang! a full suit, all black, with a nice green tie and nice dress shoes and he did his hair and he’s so,, handsome,, stan is DEAD oh my god why did i say that

stan is wearing his nice pants with a dress shirt that definitely has little birds all over it because he’s just fucking adorable like that, and his nicest shoes and his hair is SO CURLY and he’s just glowing

so oh my god,,, this is so long and i’m not even to the point yet dear lord

they’re at the dance looking amazing, i love my boys (the other losers look amazing too but if i go into describing them too it’ll be,,, so much)

they are having a great time, the losers are all dancing around crazily, because the only good dancer is mike. so basically they’re just a mess on the dance floor but they’re having the time of their lives, they’re sweaty and smiling and laughing and just,, having such a good time at their last high school dance!!!!

(side note u know that they requested the WORST songs ever (mainly rich) and every other kid there is like oh my fuck)

anyways after an awful awful awful group dance to africa by toto (i had to) the first slow song of the night is announced

bill and stan are low-key making out in the bathroom so,,, they don’t hear it but RICHIE DOES

and he’s like “eddie come on we HAVE TO DANCE! it’s senior prom!” and even tho eddie is like def the dom in the relationship he’s still really shy and scared about dancing in their highschool gym together.

(it’s modern but,, people are still judgmental)

he finally gives in though because his boyfriend is just so FUCKING PRETTY.  so they head out on the floor and the song begins

they’ve never really slow danced in their relationship, they’ve been together for so long, but it just doesn’t happen often, so at first its messy

eddie wants to lead because “richie, you are MY BABY I WANNA LEAD!” but rich ends up doing it because he is taller than his boyfriend (which eddie loves hates)

they basically just sway to the song and dance and eddie lays his head against richies chest and kisses right by his heart

and they’re both so content and happy and almost on the verge of tears because they get to do this FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES!!!! they’re each others, for the rest of time!

the song ends and they totally kiss and eddie is like telling rich how much he loves him and richie is all blushy bc he always is around his boy!!!

anyways that was GAY lets do STENBROUGH this is SO LONGMY GOD

so, they came back from the bathroom (my naughty boys) and eddie and richie were like “u missed the slow dance you horny fucks” and they’re both like “eh” but are secretly sad because they really wanted to slow dance together

STAN TAKES THIS CHANCE THOUGH

and he goes up to the ‘dj’ and requests a slow song without bill knowing

so they’re just chilling in the back, drinking some punch when the dj announces another slow song, and he’s like “this ones for bill d, with love from stan.” and BILL IS LIKE WHAT OH MY GODHHGFIUGUID GAY

and so staniel the maniel pulls his bf out on to the floor and this song starts to play

this song is,,,, so fucking precious if you don’t wanna dance to this song with someone u love then….. i’m sorry?

anyways, stan totally leads because bill is so !!!!! in love !!!!! and just taken back by the song !!!!!! and wow

so they just sway, because the song doesn’t have much of a rhythm, but its the best thing they have ever experienced.  stan can feel bills breath on his neck because his head is laying on stans shoulder and bill feels stans lips kiss the top of his head every few seconds.

bill feels some tears fall into his hair and he brings his head up to look at stan who is just smiling so big at him already and they lean in and KISS AND IM CRYING WHAT

(reddie is standing back literally just like sobbing at the scene,,, just imagine them in the back looking at the couple like!!!!! (richie “why don’t you do things like that for me?” eddie “because i don’t fucking like you!”) and then they kiss and continue to cry over their friends.)

so this was SO GAY IM SO SORRY!

this was so so so long, but listen, i was just so passionate! thank you for the request my love!

also tagging @trashyrich i lov u binch i hope u like this!

[im-lostinthegalaxy]

1-5?

1. Is kissing cheating? Yes2. Have you ever faked an orgasm? Yes3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Probably to have the ability to teleport tbh4.Do you think you'll be rich in 7-8-9 years? Hahahahahahahahahaha fuck no5. Tell us a funny drunk story- i dont have any funny drunk stories so im just gonna tell a funny high story.... Alright listen up kids cause im bouta tell you why you should do drugs and go soSo.Last year i was going to a gay bar with some friends and my friend at the time had decided to bring edibles so i was like 'fuck it its not gonna be That bad' of course my dumbass doesnt know how to say no...so 1 of my friends ate 1 and then my other friend only wanted a half so i took the other half.... Half hour later i was like 'this isnt working' so i took another and my other friend decided to join me...except she only ate half...and who did the other half go to? You fucking guessed itMe bitchSo here i am, 3 edibles down...we haven't even arrived at the club and im not feeling jack shitAbout an hour laterWe finally get there and the edibles kick in. (Great right?)Now i get really fucking paranoid when i smoke or whatever and of course there were cops outside the clubSo im just like hyperventilating, trying to act as normal as possible, which probably just made it worse.But alas we make it into the club.Now.. that whole night was like some wild dream that im still not even sure happened, like i was having really bad stoner time, like everyone , i shit you not these were my exact words to a friend i was texting, looked like they were dancing like sim characters...which like...im not even sure what that fucking means....but it made sense that the time, anywhore, i remembered going back and forth between these 2 rooms which i was extremely fucking confused about cause i had been there a few times before (totally sober) and i did not at all remember there being another room (i went back a few months after this and i did not imagine the other room it is there but its more hidden) so like. I don't even remember leaving the club...the only thing i remember after that is i was in my friends car wanting chicken nuggets and then i somehow had chicken nuggets and im pretty sure i cried a little because of how happy i was. I still have no idea to this day how i got chicken nuggets honestly.So yeah, word to the wise,Dont take 3 edibles and go to the club.