#bless my beautiful deeply stupid babies

[whenthegoldrays]

My headcanon is that the only reason Master started calling Eun Gyeol and Eun Yoo on their cells instead of sticking with the payphone is that he’d tried literally every other method to get them to discover each other and they were both just too stupid to figure it out

[slaaverin]

Are you sure? Initial thoughts

Ah I've been rereading a post I made before AYS aired about my excitement and hope for the show.

How joyful yet filled with dread I was about what would be on display, what would be uncovered, and people's reaction.

In retrospect, I think AYS gave us everything we hoped for and more.

We saw jikook relaxed and comfortable, enjoying their time together, doing mundane stuff, with quiet and simple moments, or doing fun activities where they felt free and joyful and in the present moment.

My takeway of this show and jikook's relationship is their sense of belonging.

I hoped for a closer look into their dynamic and we really got that.

The way their relationship works is that no matter what they are doing (or not doing), you can see how much pleasure they are taking for simply being in each other's presence. There is a flow and an ease between them that never gets disrupted by anything. They simply adapt to their circumstances and keep being authentic and enjoy the time together.

They showed several times how important these trips were for them.

But in truth it showed it was not (only) about the trips.

What is really obvious is how much they value their relationship, how much care they put in it.

This is not about the trips, this is not about making a show.

This is allowing time to tend and to nurture this relationship they deeply love.

That's what most important.

It matters to them, so much.

Even with Jungkook (we can see it in I am still) crazy schedule. Maybe because of his schedule.

It was needed, it was even indispensable.

Now we have all the information, I cannot see them not making those trips before military. They craved it so much, and they loved it so much, it was for their own mental health and well-being, to keep their internal balance.

When your world turns upside down, when you are faced with the Unknown, your first instinct is to reassure yourself, is to go home, and make yourself a cup of warm tea, and do the things that makes you feel calm and relaxed. As humans we tend to do this, to take cover, to retreat, in the safest place we know, to ease our hearts and to make us think everything will be ok.

That's what Jimin & Jungkook did.

They went home to each other. They took cover into the ease and softness of their relationship, because that's known. Because that's safe. It's where they feel they belong and they can rest.

I understand why.

Such relationship is an oddity in the real world, it's once every blue moon, it doesn't come easily, sometimes people spend their whole life searching for it.

We can see also how much the dynamic is different with other members. Nothing compares to them.

I think jikook are aware of this (because they are smart people) so when you find something so precious, you want to care for it and keep it close to your heart.

It shows in how much tenderness they have for e/o.

Jungkook plays the "baby alpha" yet with Jimin he transforms into the most caring and protective.

Jimin is a selfless guy in general but we see how he truly deeply enjoys seeing Jungkook happy. "All for your happiness".

Damn it makes me tear up just to think about it.

They are SO LOUD. My god.

It is so goddamn beautiful to witness.

At this point I am simply happy for them.

Happy they have each other. Happy they got to show who they are together with no repercussions (because thank god people are still stupid! Blessed be the ignorant)

This show was a rollercoaster of emotions, but now we know, now we see, now we say "Ah yes, that's it. This is what this is about"

Forever grateful to them for trusting us like this with a huge part of themselves.

They really do love us a lot.

(I'm writing this as I should be editing the show, so this post is pure procrastination, let me to back to work 😂)

Thank you for reading 💜

[noses-in-winter]

Lor vs. Solara's Cleavage (nsfw, m/f, f sneeze, VERY boob-centered)

@virarushi and I deeply enjoy smushing our OCs at each other like Barbie and Ken dolls in a variety of ways---this fic takes place in a universe where Alexander, Lor and (human-sized) Solara are a cute soft throuple that I love <3 Solara and Lor married very very quickly after meeting and have a hard time getting along with each other, but they both connect over how much they love Alexander---and how stupid horny they are <3

nsfw of course and please don't share to non-kink blogs, thank yooou!!

“Lorry, love? My handkerchief is st--hh! Stuck…Could you--hh! G-Get it for--sdf! For mbe?” 

He would get Solara everything she could ever desire of him if she were to ask for it in this breathless, half-naked state. Jewelry. A shopping spree at Sephora. A baby monkey. A Mercedes Benz. No matter the request, Lor would fulfill it. Solara knew it, too. That’s what blew his mind with attraction to his wife right now and fucking always. 

Lor desperately willed his vocal cords to work. He was only capable of watching, transfixed with her every movement. Solara’s elbows trembled as she leaned back slightly on the bed, hands supporting her weight. The princess--his princess--was entirely hands-free as Lor gingerly brushed the daisy beneath her irritated nostrils. Solara really had not been kidding when she said that this one delicate flower would be enough to get her sneezing in no time, had she?

It was so, so, so fucking hot that Lor’s bold, beautiful wife could sneeze from something so…innocent. Unthreatening. Downright delicate. 

“Hihh--!”

Solara even felt a little delicate in this state, unusually enough. She was typically such a tiny and loud force of nature. It was new and exciting to see her with that vague, sneezy expression and pretty, scrunching nose…That cute sneeze that was a stereotypically adorable princess sneeze, but cranked up to Level 5 Intensity…The way she’d cross her eyes just before her eyelashes started to flutter…

Fuck, he wanted her more than goddamn anything. 

“HhshYYIuh!”

He could have melted. Lor had never truly appreciated an aggressive sneeze before meeting her. 

Solara sneezed, misting her cleavage and the daisy petals in kind. Solara’s chest wobbled outside of her control as it threatened to spill out of her lacy tank top. Her nipples sat firm behind the thin fabric. Jesus, he could even see the darkness of her areolas.

He was so glad that Lex had taught him what the fuck an areola was. There was little that Lor loved more in the world than getting to take said areola fully in his mouth. The only better time was when Lex was attached to her other one.

Solara sniffled, struggling to get her nose under control as it ran. Still, she didn’t move her hands from the bed beneath her. Solara scrunched her nose and upper lip in a desperate bid to keep herself somewhat put together.

“B-...” Lor gulped, gaze finally trailing down to her cleavage. He had been warring with himself not to look, but…she really needed that handkerchief. He reached carefully for her tank top. “Bless you, princess. You’re…sure I can?”

Solara nodded with a dazed sniffle. Her nose dripped impressively. “Y--hih!--Yes, Lorry…” she breathed, tilting her head back slowly for him to have a full view of the underside of her nose.

Fuuuuuuck, okay. No more hesitating. Lor eased his thumb and index fingers into her cleavage. Solara shivered in response, arching her back slightly to urge her chest closer to him. “Your hands are cold…I like it…” Oh? He’d have to store that information away for a later date. 

Carefully, Lor slid his fingers in between her tits. It took a moment, but he was able to cling onto her handkerchief the best he could. Damn, Solara had really hid it well.

“Sdftt! Lorry, I-I have to…” 

Yeah, she did, didn’t she? 

Lor’s motions were slow and careful as he tried to ease the handkerchief from between Solara’s tits. It really did take more effort than he had realized. Those two were inseparable.

…Except when she sneezed. Ah! That would help!

Lor used one hand in his efforts to pull the handkerchief, slowly, up from Solara’s cleavage. That was the only speed he was capable of going. Jesus, it was like trying to pull a rug out from beneath the leg of an armchair. Lor figured he’d have an easier time of that. With his opposite hand, he raised the daisy back to the underside of Solara’s nose. Once more, he teased her septum with whisper-light strokes. 

It took no time for Solara to sneeze. When she did, her confined tits bounced just slightly apart from each other, straining against the fabric of her too-tight tank top. This only allowed Lor one split second to pull the handkerchief out. He hadn’t timed the moment quite right and only managed to move the cloth a few inches. Lor slowly trailed his daisy along Solara’s damp septum. “Little more, dearheart…” he encouraged her softly. He gulped, unable to keep his gaze on her nose before it went down to her chest, and then her nose again, and then-- Almost immediately, Solara’s nostrils flared with another creeping sneeze. She snuffled, sneezy tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Her tickled expression was an instant critical hit to his dick. A moment later, Solara sneezed, and Lor was able to finally pull her handkerchief all the way out from her cleavage. 

Of course, he hadn’t realized how much strength was in that pull. His hand shot straight up, bouncing the tip of Solara’s rounded nose with the motion. She blinked, shocked for a moment before her nostrils trembled. That nudge to her nose was all it took for her to sneeze a second and third time. 

“Th-That--hohhhgod--” she stammered before her teary brown eyes slammed shut. Solara sneezed openly once more down toward her unsteady tits. God, that bump was really sending her into a fit. Solara wobbled on her arms and lost her balance on one of them, falling back until her head bounced harmlessly on the bed. Oh. There went her tits. Why hadn’t Lor just asked her to lie back to get the handkerchief? That would have let her chest rest enough to get the cloth. No, though! The struggle was the sexy part of it!

 Solara shook with another sneeze that misted the air above her. Lor was on her in an instant. Solara invited it. He straddled her waist, boxers bulging against her damp Hello Kitty panties. He hooked both fingers beneath the thin straps of her tank top. Lor began to shimmy them down her arms, exposing Solara’s full chest in no time. 

Solara rolled her hips to meet his pelvis. Christ, he wasn’t even inside her yet, and Lor was ready to cum. He let out a mix between a whimper and an exhale as he scooted up higher on the bed. She gave him that adorable, almost sleepy expression that told him that she would be sneezing any moment. He didn’t think Solara realized how active her face was when she had to sneeze.

Her shivery tits now thoroughly unveiled, Lor started to shimmy her underwear down. He took a moment to pause and reflect on how grateful he was that Solara had never even considered any form of shaving, waxing, or Nair in her life. Her bush was nothing short of enchanting.

Lor swallowed and promptly let out a low breath. Fuck, he wanted her. He wanted her. He--

Down the hall was the creak of the top stair, followed by the distinct sound of Alexander managing to half-stifle little fits of sneezes. Hoooo, he was always sneezy for a few minutes after coming in from the cold…

Solara and Lor made eye contact, whispering to each other at the same time. “Do you wanna ask him to--?” 

They both blushed, blinking in surprise at each other after syncing up perfectly. Alexander stifled another two sneezes, approaching the door to his room right next door. 

“...Alexander?” Lor called, not moving from his spot of straddling Solara. “Uh, hi!”

“Snf! Oh--hullo, starfruit!” Alexander called back warmly. “How was your afternoon? Is Solara with you?”

“Yes!” Solara said with a sharp sniffle. “H-Hello, heart! We’re well!” 

“Are you…doing anything right now?” Lor asked. “D-Dearheart?” 

“Oh! Well,” Alexander responded pleasantly, coupled with that sweet little laugh he always had when Lor used a pet name for him. “Em and I plan on watching A Valentine On Mount Venus on The Traumedy Channel in an hour. Just wanted to get a shower in before! Would you two like joining us?” Solara sniffled, trying to keep her voice from sounding as stuffy as it was. “Yes! That sounds--snf! W-Wonderful! Would you…be interested in spending a touch of time with Lorry and I beforehand? Now, perhaps? Sdff!” 

Lor could just imagine the little quirk to Alexander’s head upon hearing that question. “Well, you know I need no tempting to spend time with my favorite dears.” He knocked politely on the bedroom door despite never having once been turned away from their room. “C-Come i--hh!” Solara trailed off, breath snagging. She wobbled to a proper sitting position, using her hands to fold over her nose. Lor reached quickly for her. He wasn’t strong, by any means, but he managed to wrap both arms around Solara in time to keep her bare torso steady. She immediately turned into his embrace, tucking her nose against his collar. 

 “AhhySHIUW!” 

Once again, her tits quivered dramatically with a productive sneeze. 

“Goodness!” Alexander said with a fond little tut as he opened the door. He stepped into the bedroom, eyes downcast as he focused on undoing the buttons of his winter coat. “Bless you, dearheart. I thought you were sounding a bit stuffy, there. Are you feeling we--?”

He at last looked up at Lor and Solara, the latter with her chest completely out of her tank top while the former held her close to him as she sneezed. Solara sniffled into her tented hands, not moving them an inch. 

Alexander was evidently startled, but needed no explanation or invitation. He immediately smiled to his loves with a coy little bat of his eyelashes. He discarded his jacket, draping it over the mounted coat hook behind the door just before closing it entirely. 

“Just let me wash my hands, my hearts.”

[cohenhyy]

Adopting Whore Woman : ̗̀➛ H. Rindou

summary: That night the whole life of y/n became miserable his client Kyoko offered to become the nanny of his daughter but when she arrived at the club she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rude jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front of many people.

CONTENT WARNING: noncon, possessiveness, humiliation, object penetration, cursing, mention of blood, crimes, death, mention of illegal gambling, virginity loss, cheating, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, traumatic events, fully angst, threesome (?), dark themes. This is a warning for each chapter of this story. MINOR DNI.

Chapter 3

7 PM "Y/n you are going to work?" I nod. "Yes, Rin for my family in the Philippines." "Okay, btw I have to go take care always darling mwuah." He kissed me in the forehead. "Why? I blushed! No, i don't like him! This is my job." The Bar Club "Sir? What's your drink?" And I'm shocked it's him! Sanzu Haruchiyo but I call him as "HARU" kinda cute. "H-haru?" He laughed and smirked. "Ow, Why are you here? For a job or to have sex with another guy for tuition fee haha." I feel annoyed. "I don't care loser! hahaha, your cock is smaller than Rindou!" He rolled his eyes and he stand up in the table. "Madam this girl i want her how much her?" My madam said. "Sir but this girl is singer in my club not a whore but how much?" I was shocked when madam she said that. "Hmm.. 4,000 yen?" My madam so happy for 4000 yen. "What ever i don't like him, he is loser!" He Whisper. "I'll show you my big dick." I laughed. "Are sure?what a stupid." They were about to Sanzu's Luxury Car. She was surprised when she saw Rindou with another woman on Lamborghini Car.

Rindou looked at Y/n because he saw her. Sanzu put Y/ n in his car and y/n asked where they were going, he replied that in Tokyo, Japan, they were there in Sanzu's penthouse for the whole night. "Baby, can you come with me to take a shower?" I nod. "Sure." Sanzu and Y/n got ready while wearing sleeping clothes, while they were in the shower, Sanzu first told Y/n to go to the bathtub and sit with him. at first the two were still feeling until Y/n fell asleep on Sanzu's chest. Sanzu looked at Y/n he was amazed because the nice shape of her breast and his a bit fat but Y/n was beautiful, Sanzu's type until. He whispered. "Are you ready or not?" "Can we just continue to the Master Bedroom?" He nod. "Sure baby I want to show you why i'm a king of crying girls." I laughed. "I don't care.""I'm sure you can't walk properly tomorrow i'm sure." As they walked up the stairs, Sanzu couldn't stop. He immediately lifted Y/n to the master bedroom and threw it and climbed up as if Sanzu was at the top and Y/n was at the bottom. "When I first saw you I wanted to fuck you, this night im feeling bless." I asked him why he wanted to fuck me. "You are beautiful." "Are you sure Haru?" He said. "I'm sure baby." Y/N POV: When he first kissed me on the lips go to my neck and down to my waist, I was immediately shaking just kissing what Sanzu did to me, he was different from Rin, he was even better, while he deeply kissed me his hand is in my pussy he wants to play with and he rotates his finger on my pussy wft I'm wet. When I came out, Sanzu licked my pussy. he played with his tongue my pussy up and down I'm very tired because of the excessive lust. He's even better than Rindou. When he finished playing with my pussy, Sanzu stood up. "Baby, Put your toe on my shoulder, Promise I'll be gentle." I nod. "What f*cking a big-" I screamed because Sanzu was when he inserted his cock in my pussy and I have a bad feeling that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"You said that you wouldn't be surprised by the school because of the pain and then I scratched you." He laughed. "Sorry baby, Does it still hurt? If I continue, it won't hurt anymore." I nod. "I'm ready now Haru."While he was taking his cock out of my pussy, it was very painful because his cock was so big that it was even bigger than Rindou's cock. I screamed every time his cock came in because it was so big that I hugged him and said the word "I love you." "I can't hear you baby, what did you say?" I screamed again. "I love you! A-hh I-im c-comi-ng b-baby! O-hh... A~aahh ouch f*ck my pussy it's hurts..Stop it a~hhh shi~t A~hhh baby...I like you Haru." He smiles. "Hmm... You like me?but your boyfriend is Rindou not me." He continues to fuck me. "I'm cumming Y/n say AHHHHH." I immediately gasped when Sanzu said that. He swallowed his semen on me and it was disgusting but it was necessary because it was my job to make my client happy."f*ck baby you're good enough i hope you are my girlfriend." He smiles and he kiss me on my lips. "But i'm worry about me, what if he torturing me or try to kill me? I feel nervous." He smile again. "No one can hurt you." I smile. I don't know why I feel this way about Sanzu, He's so kind to me he even managed to make me happy tonight. We fell asleep of course we were both naked and the next day I woke up but Haru was no longer beside me I couldn't walk properly I sat on the sofa and I saw Sanzu wearing only a shirt and boxer shorts while preparing breakfast. "Oh, you are awake. here breakfast its almost done." I immediately sat down and stood next to him, I couldn't focus on my food but i look at his lips I was just surprised that I kissed him on the lips. "Why did you kiss me, we haven't finished eating yet." This is embarrassing ever in my life. "hahaha bleh, Are you going to school now?""Yep, So I'm coming in because we have a group research project, I hope we can be a group mate." He kissed me again on my forehead and i smiles and the breakfast was resumed.

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[screenwritinggym]

IMPORTANT REMINDER for KIMORA LEE SIMMONS - Hey Kimora, I want you to know that forgiveness isn't about ignoring the hurt, but about choosing to move forward together. I forgive you sweeheart because I believe in the strength of us, in the beauty of our connection. My support for you runs deeper than any mistake or moment of disloyalty. I want you to know that I'll always have your back, no matter what life throws at us. I care about you deeply, and I don't want either of us to be weighed down by sadness or discouragement. Let's work through this together, stronger and more resilient than before. Remember that I don't need you, I can live without you, I'm good. But you need me and I don't want to break your heart😭 make you cry 😭and abandon you. So, I'm choosing to forgive your horny stupidity. You can fuck around I don't mind at all. I fuck around too. 😂 I know my homeboy ELON MUSK is all up in that pussy. I'm happy for y'all. You got my blessing.👍

Hey KIMORA, read this coded message below: *wink, wink*

here's an example paragraph where insincere intentions are hidden within a seemingly genuine message:

"Faking sincerity" refers to the act of pretending to be genuinely caring, interested, or grateful while not genuinely feeling those emotions or intentions. It involves insincerely expressing emotions or sentiments that one doesn't truly hold or embody. This could be done for various reasons, such as politeness in a social situation, attempting to manipulate others, or maintaining appearances without truly meaning what is being conveyed.

Kimora is faking sincerity but she doesn't know that I'm an expert at this game, I fake sincerity too when I said I loved you.

I was just trying to help her stock go up, now every billionaire in the world wants to fuck KIMORA, you're welcome baby! I did that, remember that, I did this to help you. I'm basically your PIMP now. You can tell them you never met me, no one will believe you. They all think you're my wifey, my BONNIE. I did you a favor, you should be glad I did you this favor, I saw your current husband, Tim Leissner, he is struggling, so, what did I do? I intervened and turned into "Captain save a hoe"😂

I know you're not a hoe, Kimora, relax, it's a joke, you get the joke.

Guess who is the sweetest man in the world? It's me, Black Putin, don't forget that I did you a favor. You stupid bitch!!

Kimora says: "Who you callin' a bitch?"

Relax sweety, it's just for the punchline, the word "bitch" sounds better!!

I've got the Midas touch Everything I touch turns to gold

I love you, Kimora, I've loved you for two decades now since 1997 but I will never trust you because you are disloyal to me, I don't mind though, I'm not mad at you, I forgive you babygirl. I got your back! I will keep name-dropping you from time to time and it's how I make sure you are seen as my wifey, my BONNIE, as long as they think you are my BONNIE, your Stock Price will go up and these American billionaires will chase you.

I love you, Kimora. I'll occasionally name-drop you to establish you as my partner, my 'Bonnie.' This will raise your profile, and American billionaires will be drawn to you, boosting your stock price."

I talked about the 'Midas Touch' on last night's episode. Try to keep up with the episodes, okay?

My friend Chill Sentenza will explain this trick to you, he understood my strategy!

This is a coded message for Kimora Lee Simmons, you know what's up now.

Bye! Have fun, Kimora! Love you, sweetheart!

Keep reading, la suite de cette lettre c'est pour toi, Chill Sentenza:

À partir de maintenant, chaque fois que je veux t'alerter d'un message codé, j'utiliserai ce terme: "Avi, Pull Your Socks up"

Voici la scéne du film "SNATCH" lorsque Bullet Tooth Tony averti son ami AVI de se baisser pour éviter les balles, regarde la vidéo sur YOUTUBE:

Chill Sentenza, tu dois dire à tes amis d'utiliser ce terme pour avertir les gens lorsque c'est un message codé.

À partir de maintenant chacun de mes messages codés, je dirais le terme" AVI, pull your socks up".

[websterss]

LOVE LYRICS — EDDIE MUNSION

SUMMARY: Eddie decides to visit you at work, but when he gets there, he doesn’t think he’d find you in a funk.

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 2,275

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x latina!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

When Eddie came to visit you in the studio. He had this idea of finding you busy. He thought he’d see you in the booth, singing your heart out. Finding Zack your recording engineer laying down some tracks for you to sing on top of, but atlas, when he entered the room, he was more confused as fuck. He titled his head in confusion. He found you sprawled out on the sofa the room had with your head hanging off the side, a notebook messy sprawled on top of your stomach.

“Babe..?” He called out to you. He stood by the entrance. “Is she dead?“ Eddie gestured to you. Zack quickly looked up from his laptop and glanced over his shoulder. He sighed and carried on with what he was doing.

“Nope, but I’m sure she wishes.”

“How long has she been like that?” Eddie had a knack for being concerned about you.

“About an hour or so now.” Zack shrugged. “I tried to tell her she was on the right track, but she stopped functioning-” Zack checked his watch. “An hour and forty-five minutes ago. Good luck.”

Eddie looked back at you. You were unfazed by his arrival, looking straight up at the ceiling. You resembled a dead corpse. He wasn’t even gonna question your current state, so he opted to walk over to the couch, crouch down, and press a tender kiss against your temple. It was like the cogs in your brain started spinning as soon as his lips touched your skin. Humming out a sigh. Your eyes closed as you leaned into his kisses.

“No te merezco.” I don’t deserve you. You opened your eyes to meet his big doe eyes staring down at you. 

“What makes you say that?” He chuckled, reaching with his hand to remove tiny baby hairs from your forehead.

“You and your selfless acts of affection. Your need to always ensure I’m not in a bad mood. You and your stupid face blessing me on this god awful day, just when I need you.” You pouted. Eddie only raised a brow in amusement at your antics. Typical you.

“Lo siento…I’ll try to do better next time.” I’m sorry. Eddie said simply. He couldn’t hide his smile. He cracked.

“You dare mock me?” You sunk further into the leather sofa.

“I’d never fathom doing such a thing. Not when my wife is down in her slumps and I don’t know why.”

You hummed in delight. Your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Say it again, it sounds good when you say it.”

“What? My wife? You wouldn’t happen to know where she is by any chance, do you?” He looked over his shoulder in jokes of hoping to catch you in the booth. You laughed then flinched upon having his hands and fingers poke and wiggle against your body. Your flight or fight kicked in causing you to try and escape his attacks. You were a lost cause, and Eddie was winning. “Last I recall she told me she was gonna make today a kick ass one. Not to mention, record the first song on her new album!” He exclaimed victoriously as he heard the angelic sound of your melodious laughter. It was music to his ears. Feeling satisfied he stopped and let you breathe. “What’s wrong?”

“Ihavewritersblock.” You grunted, rolling onto your stomach, face planted into the leather. Your childish antics now felt stupid considering your current situation. It felt silly to you to be upset, but your lack of lyrical creativity was taking a toll on you.

“Yeah…I understood none of that. Come on, talk to me. Qué te pasa, hermosa?” What’s wrong, beautiful?. He poked your rib cage causing you to flinch again. You sighed deeply then turned your head so your cheek laid flat.

“I. Have. Writers block.” You whined.

“Writer block you say.” Eddie titled his head. He mocked your tiny pout.

“Yes.” You fake cried.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” He groaned as he stood up tall. His hand held out for you to grab. You solemnly eyed his palm before clasping your hand in his. He helped you up into a sitting position. He flopped down next to you and fetched your wrinkled notebook up. Flopping the thing into his lap. “Alright lets see what we’re working with...” He threw you a coy smirk before fixing his gaze on the lyrics you wrote down. “Zach this might be the time to be on stand by...” Eddie casually told him as he eyed the page closely. 

You watched on as your husband bit his lip in concentration. You raised your hand up to your lips. The tip of your nail only managed to brush your front top teeth before Eddie intercepted and brought your hand down to intertwine his with yours. Old habits die hard, but Eddie was consistent to get you to stop biting and picking at your nails. You invited the gesture warmly and fiddled with the rings on his fingers. “It’s not done...” 

“I know...most of these verses are not even finished.” He snorted. 

“Don’t remind me!” You let yourself fall face first into his clad leathered shoulder.

“Hey. The verses are good, you just need to finish writing them out.” Eddie pressed a reassuring kiss to your head. “It’s a beautiful song though. I think it’s great that you’re finally doing an English album.”

“Yeah?” You lifted your head. Your eyes held onto hope and uncertainty.

“Yes, my brilliant lyricist. With a mind like yours, it’s nothing but hits after hits with you!” He sweetly peppered your face in kisses. Your face grew warm catching Zach getting a laugh out of you two. “What are we thinking Zach? Top 100?”

“If this song is headed in the direction I think it is...” Zach swiveled around to face you. “Top twenty. Maybe even number one.” 

“Yeah right...” You scoff, looking down in your lap. “I’ve only managed to do that with Spanish songs. What makes you so sure I’ll be able to do it with an English one?”

“Y/n, you’re giving the fans what they’ve always wanted. We’ve finally listened, and now we’re in the process of delivering. Baby steps.” Zach flashed you a wide toothed grin.

“Well, these baby steps are a bit wobbly.” You chuckled, then turned the notebook around to let him see your scribbles. “If anything we’re crawling our way through this album.” You joked.

“You need to give yourself more credit.” Eddie hummed into your temple. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as you both settled into the sofa more.

“I need more than just credit, Eddie. I need some goddamn words!” You love-tapped him with your notebook.

“Words huh?” He took back the notebook and started reading the lyrics again. “Hey Zach, can you play it for me?” 

Zach paused and looked at you for the okay to play it for him. You looked at him like a fish out of water. Eddie caught on and furrowed his brows.

“Am I missing something?” He nervously laughed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You grew nervous, settling on the rings he still liked to wear. “I wanted to wait for it to be released to show it to you. It was inspired by you actually. But I need you to hear it so that you can help me.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I need you now more than ever.” You looked over at Zach and nodded.

Not a second later the song's track started playing. Filling Eddie’s ears as he looked up at you in surprise. His eyes glossed over, as the soft ballad started playing. You wrote a song about him. 

One of many he would like to say because other inspired songs have been in Spanish, he loved your songs in Spanish, he was able to enjoy them without knowing what you were saying, but this is the first song you’ve written about him that he would be able to fully comprehend. 

Years of being married to you wasn’t enough to perfect his poor Spanglish. You promised him he was getting better at understanding Spanish. He thought so too, but he was only fluent to a certain extent that allowed him to get him through some small talk. Other than that he was a lost cause, but he was still trying. For you he would always try. He knew within time he’d get better. Eddie liked to joke around with you and say sooner or later he’d be able to talk behind people’s backs in two languages. You’d playfully scorn him about it, but you’d have a laugh about it too.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too...” 

You were kneeling back on your heels, sitting anxiously wondering the type of reaction you were gonna get out of him. 

Eddie kept looking back at the lyrics, eyes furrowed in focus. He was thinking. You just didn’t know if it was good or bad. He finally looked up at you, his bottom lip bitten by him.

“You hate it...”

“What? No!” Eddie could see the knobs turning in your head. He had about a second to ensure that he in fact loved the song. “I love it!” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You didn’t even let me talk.” He followed your jaw down to your neck and nestled his lips into your skin. You closed your eyes as he kissed you over and over. He pulled back, sighing. “I was gonna say you’re missing the chorus.”

“I know!” You exclaimed. Eddie rubbed your arm up and down in a soothing motion. “I can’t think of anything. I need you and your brain.” You poked the side of his temple.

Eddie smiled at that. Then started humming the song. “m m mmm I just wanna hold you close. But so far. All I have are dreams of you...” He trailed off in thought. He looked over at you then started singing the third verse randomly. “m mmm I still can't believe. That you came up to me. And said, ‘I love you. I love you too!” He looked down at the notepad. Then that’s when you saw the geers shift in his head. It usually starts with a smile then he’ll add in his own suggestions. “What if the chorus was something like...I’m dreaming of youuu tonight? Like you’re starting off with talking about fantasizing the person you love, in this case it’s me.” He said it all smug-like. You smacked him, but nodded. 

“Til tomorrow...That could be the next line because you can’t sleep forever, right? You eventually wake up.” Zach added in.

“Yes!” You pointed at him. “But what could come after that? I don’t wanna wake up, I wanna keep dreaming...I wanna hold onto Eddie in this dreamlike state.”

 “I’ll be holdin’ you close…” Eddie sang out suggestively.

“No, not close...” You shook your head.

“Tight?” Zach shrugged. You perked up at that.

“I’ll be holdin’ you tight...” Eddie sang again with the new added word.

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“I really liked that line you wrote in verse three at the beginning.” Eddie pointed it out with the pencil in his hand.

“The- Late at night when all the world is sleeping...that one?” You sang. 

“Yeah that one, you mentioned sleeping. Where are you sleeping, though?” He asked with curiosity in his eye. This time he watched the knobs turn in your head. “You get where I’m going, right?” He laughed excitedly. 

“My room...” You trailed off. Then gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Que?” What?. He laughed. “Is the magic happening? Did the light switch finally turn on in there.” He knocked against your head for the gist. “Is this the part where you tell me you love me and how I’m a genius-” Eddie was cut off as you leaped into his arms. 

“That’s it! That’s it! Lo hicistes mi vida.” You did it, my life. You cupped his face and planted a smooch on him. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You quickly got off his lap and ran into the booth. “Zach!” You screeched in delight.

“On it!” Zach scooted his chair up.

You walked up to the mic and put your headphones on. You couldn’t help but scream into the mic and express your feelings. “Te amo, mi vida!” I love you, my life.

Eddie had walked over to the switches and buttons, leaning forward into his palms. He brought the palm of his fingers up to his lips, then blew you a kiss. You caught it and started writing down the words lodged in your head. 

“I think I got it!” 

“Ready when you are.” Zach said into the mic.

“Ready!” You danced in your spot as you waited for the music to appear in your ears. Then you finally heard your own recorded voice from the first verse.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too.

You took a big inhale of air then started singing the chorus.

“Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow. I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be. Than here in my room. Dreaming about you and me...”

​

[kelieah]

📒: how about arvin proposing to the reader and just being a straight up simp :’)

marry me stupid (arvin russell x reader)

warnings: simp overload, fluuufff, language, mentions of sex

edited: this is pretty shitty sorry sorry fsjkdhf

a/n: absofuckinglutely. yes. sorry i wanted to make it a lil spicy cus i feel like arvin would be that kind of guy 😭

arvin russell masterlist

“You’re playing with me, boy. N-No,” you take a step back as your brunette freckled boyfriend gets down on one knee in front of you.

He smiles cheekily at you and shakily holds up a tiny busted box while scratching the back of his neck nervously with his other hand. “I ain’t playing, now shut up and let me talk, baby.” You bite your lip to refrain yourself from interrupting him and nod for him to continue, watching him with teary eyes. “Now look, I hate being cheesy you know I do. But I swear to god, and you know I do that a lot, ever since you came into my life baby girl. Fuck, I swear I’ve never felt so blessed. I’ve been feeling so blessed, shit I might even go to church,” he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head.

You let out an airy laugh and wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “Yeah, right.”

“Shut it. I’m serious. You could ask me to stop smoking and I’d do it. Lover, Doll, Sweetheart. Love of my life, I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. I damn promise you that. I honestly don’t know how else boys go on with this proposal shit but I just know it’s you, girl. These past two years, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my time with anyone else but you. Just you. That’s all I want. You and you sweet puss—”

“Arvin!” you gasp and swat at him.

He laughs and dodges your hand, flashing you a smirk that makes you weak in the knees. “I’m teasing, doll. I just hope you know that you’re all that I think about, day and night. I love the way your lips curve when you smile. I love it when your eyes brighten when you talk about the things you like. I love getting lost in those beautiful eyes of yours. I love your smell, god I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you. The way you laugh, the way you cry, all of you. I love all of you, every single inch, everything. I am so in love with you. I want you to be mine, forever. I want to fuck you, forever. Marry me, stupid.”

“Jesus, Vinny,” you whine and collapse into his arms, pulling him close. “Yes, of course. I’ll marry you, idiot.” You hold out your hand and stifle a giggly sob as he hurriedly slips on the ring he managed to buy you. It isn’t anything too fancy but to you it is perfect.

“God, I love you, precious,” he cups your face and kisses you deeply.

kelly’s one year anniversary sleepover

[lisinfleur]

Memento Mori

The request:

Author’s Notes | This came out sadder than I thought. But it’s beautiful imo and I hope you like it. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event. Words | 1894 ⁑ Warnings: Triggering content: mentions of child loss (past), mentions to burns, deep angst. Caution is recommended, the following content may be triggering to some audiences.

She became my queen.

From a woman I couldn't handle looking at to the one I didn't want to take my eyes off, Y/N became the most precious of my treasures.

And perhaps it was the reason why finding that piece of metal hidden beneath her pillow was such a huge betrayal to me.

Perhaps it was for loving her too deeply that I let out raw screams of rage that woke up the whole Hall when I found that symbol of her lies.

I could remember every trace of our story.

The day I chose her from the line of our Saxon's slaves because she noticed I was in pain.

"I know how to care for these pains, my lord."

Her ointments, her treatments, how slowly she eased the pain of my body more than any healer was able to do. How, one night at a time, it brought her closer to me like a companion.

How it made me talk to her, be gentler, try to get her smiles.

How her presence became the easiest way to get mine.

My fingers pressed that piece of retorted metal, remembering how deep I'd fallen in love with her. How she promised she would leave her past for me. How I asked her to come home with me. To come into my life. To be mine, and no one else's.

Every single promise of hers was broken by that piece's presence.

How could I trust her when she was betraying me like that? Laying beside me with that symbol as if it wasn't a crime by itself against my trust, against my love.

Against everything.

"How could you?" I yelled when she came into our room, attracted by my screams. "How could you lie to me like this?"

The metal cross, made of gold and silver, hanging from my fingers for her major shock and surprise.

"Ivar..."

"No!" I yelled again.

My voice was as loud as the pain was big in my heart.

"I've been trusting you all these years, Y/N. I trusted your promises! I made you my wife!" I said, looking at her with fierce and sharp blues. "I made you my queen... I gave you everything and this... This is how you repay my love!"

"Ivar no!" she insisted, trying to approach. "It's not what you think..."

I pushed her away, watching as she fell near the fireplace.

"Don't come to me with more of your lies, woman!" I kept yelling, furious. "What more, Y/N?" I asked.

My eyes deep inside of hers.

"What more about you is a lie? What more did you tell me you would do that you're not doing, my dear wife? Uh? What more?!"

Her tears started rolling down her face, but I could see her eyes were focused on the piece in my hand, and it just made me angrier. She wasn't really feeling bad nor guilty about lying to me.

No.

Her major concern was that piece in my hands. That cross was so beloved that she could ignore my deepest wounds to look at it with all the fear of Midgard in her eyes.

She wasn't afraid of losing me the same way she was terrified by the idea of losing that scrap of meaningless metal I had in my hands.

I've seen it in red.

I didn't see when I threw that shit in the fire, hearing with contempt the yell of despair her voice converted into. Watching with deception while she burned her own fingers to pick that piece from the fire, hurting her hands I'd caressed so many times.

Everything just to have back that meaningless symbol of her treason.

The metal didn't even have time to get warm enough to be damaged, but she had marks from the burning wood she had touched fearlessly for that insignificant proof of her crime.

"Is it this strong?" I asked, looking at her with disdain. "Your faith in him is so..."

"It was my child's!" she cried out loud, cutting my voice.

Freezing me in place when her sobs broke her voice, and I saw her bringing that cross close to her heart, embracing it with her wounded hands as if it was the most precious thing in this world.

"It was my child's crucifix," she sobbed. "It was everything that's left from my baby boy. I didn't have time to pick up his clothes. I couldn't pick up anything. This is everything that's left."

My shock was maybe as big as my confusion.

"You... Had a child?" I asked, totally stunned by those words.

Still trembling, Y/N lifted her face, looking at me with thick tears in her eyes full of sorrow.

"My little Rafael..." she mumbled, making my face frown with all the love in the way she spoke his name.

I could remember hearing something about a Rafael from Bishop Heahmund, cycles ago. Something about an arch-angel or something like that.

"I named him after the archangel of healing, begging God to heal his awful pain. Begging anyone who could bless my hands to relieve his constant misery," she continued.

Crushing my heart with the sigh of my mother's eyes on hers.

She was speaking of her Rafael the same way mother used to speak about... Me.

"He was my everything. My one and only child my husband didn't want to accept. He left me because of Rafael's condition, saying I'd given birth to a demon. But My child wasn't a demon!" she yelled.

Defending her child... The same way mother would do to me...

"He's not a monster!"

I swallowed dry as she continued, making that knot in my throat almost suffocating.

"Rafael was just a child in pain. His legs were like yours," she cried.

Her burnt fingers caressing the jewel in her hands.

"Sometimes, I couldn't even hold my son without hurting him," she mumbled painfully. "Sometimes, even the minimum movement would break his little bones, so I was twice as careful when doing anything to my little angel. But..."

The pause in her voice filled my heart with sorrow.

I had never scratched that part of her story. I could imagine why.

I could imagine how it would end.

"First, I thought he was indeed a little angel God decided to take back to the sky. Then... Then the anger came. Why would God make such an innocent angel suffer like that? Why giving him to me if I would have to bury his little broken body with my bare hands? I yelled at God. I cried at him. But he never answered me. And then... I got revolted. My little Rafael wasn't with me anymore. And it was God's fault for doing him that way! It was God's fault for allowing my child to suffer. It was my fault for producing him imperfectly. It was everyone's fault!" she paused, swallowing her sobs for a moment. "And when your men came, when your faith came, and I've heard your words about yourself, I finally understood. It was no one's fault. It was his fate. It was my fate. And God didn't make him like that to suffer. No. The gods had given him to me as a gift so he could spend the most beautiful days of my life in my arms. The gods had cut the thread of his life to spare him from suffering cause his condition was worse than yours. And he wouldn't survive as long as you did."

Her words were killing me inside, softly.

She'd found relief in my faith. She'd found an answer to her questions in my gods. And there I was, hurting her because of a stupid necklace.

"The gods showed me their mercy bringing you into my life so I could understand my child's fate. And so..." Y/N looked at me. "So I thought they wouldn't be mad if I saved this little memento. It means nothing the faith it carries, Ivar. It's not Christ's cross anymore. This... This is my remembrance of my sweet Rafael. This doesn't turn me to the skies, Ivar. This makes me remember his tiny little fingers trying to catch this cross in my hands, or his giggles whenever it would shine for him to see."

Her voice broke. The sobs engulfed her. And I saw her embracing the necklace again as if she could embrace her child the gods had taken from her so soon.

How stupid I was. How unfair could I be?

I sat in my bed, taking off my braces and dragging myself closer to her, bringing my bandages and ointment I took from my nightstand. Slowly, I took the small piece from her hands, treating it with the proper respect when I placed it gently on her neck, carrying for her hands and bandaging the burns after spreading the ointment over them.

I kissed her fingers and cupped her face, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking into her eyes. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did, my love. Forgive me, please." I asked.

No shame of showing my regret, gently caressing her cheeks.

She leaned into my hands, so mine. Her eyes closed as she felt my caresses, sighing as if they could soothe the pain in her heart.

"I didn't lie to you, my heart. I swear," she mumbled.

"Shhh..." I said, touching her lips gently. "I know. I was wrong," I mumbled, touching our foreheads, slowly nuzzling my nose to hers.

"He taught me how to take care of you, my love," she said, opening her eyes so deep into mine. "I've learned with my child how to soothe your pain. He was so important in my life... I would've never known how to care for you if it wasn't for his existence. He allowed us to exist. And I'm so grateful I had him, although it was for such little time, I'm grateful."

I held her in my arms, cradling her body against mine. And I stayed there a long time trying to compensate for my horrible behavior.

When she fell asleep that night, I went out of our house. I crawled up on the hill, and I gathered stones. I placed them all together, and marked them with runes, placing some flowers and small decorations around them.

I made it as if it was my own child. And I prayed for him, asking the gods he could hear me that single night.

"I don't know where you are. If with Hel or in heaven, as the Christians believe. But I want you to know I'll take care of her. I swear on my arm ring I'll never make her cry like this once again. And when your brothers and sisters come, I'll tell them about you. I'll tell them your story. So, you shall live through them. So, you shall live forever."

After that, I saw my dear Y/N with her precious cross here or there. She didn't have to hide it from me anymore, so, sometimes, I would see her holding the small jewel with tenderness. But now, it had a whole new meaning to me.

And I knew, somewhere in the afterlife, a child was very happy for the loving mother that brought him into this world someday.

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The times you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back, and the time you didn't | JJ MAYBANK

Warnings: Sad, angst, mentions of a loved one dying, physical and emotional abuse, anxiety. Kiara and Sarah were already friends. FLUFFLY AND HAPPY ENDING.

Word Count: 2648

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Laugher surrounded you. Normally, that would be something you loved, making you feel embraced by a peaceful environment. The Wreck was empty, except for the pogues enjoying a friendly night, full of laughter, delicious food, and kindness.

Usually, you cherished those nights. They would end with Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, and you, Y/N Y/L/N dancing on top of a table while the three boys grinned, betting on who would slip first. But also, preparing to get into action, to avoid someone getting hurt.

Except that night wasn't like every night. Your hands shook a little, gripping your phone tightly. Your eyes moved along that sentence, over and over again, in case you read wrong.

'Grandma passed away.'

Your parents were harsh on you. Every Kook parent was harsh on their child. But your parents had an important role that they had to maintain, being the ones in charge of every Midsummer. They needed to keep up with their perfect image, which meant that you had to keep up with it too. Even if it was too much.

Your grandmas was an exception, a lovely one. She believed in love, actually falling in love. She didn't like it when parents tried to search the 'perfect one' for their children, that perfect one being someone full of shitty money. She believed in freedom. She was the only person you went to when you couldn't cope up with some situations. She was always there, arguing with your parents, and swearing to all the gods and goddesses that you wouldn't end up being a stuck Kook married with someone who loved your status, and not your persona.

But now, she wasn't there anymore. She was gone.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to sob violently, and be embraced by your friends. And even if things weren't going to be okay, you wanted to hear them whisper that to you. But you didn't.

When Kiara's dad entered The Wreck because he had forgotten his wallet, his eyes spotted you, offering a sad smile. "Hey, Y/N. I'm so sorry." He walked to you, embracing you for a couple of seconds. Someone had turned the music off, and every pogue's attention was on you. "Bless her. She was an amazing woman. I'm so sorry for your loss."

You bit your lower lip, hoping that if you bit down on it hard enough, it would stop shaking. "Thank you," You whispered, trying to maintain a tiny smile on your beautiful face.

"Your grandma," He continued. "Best woman I've known. If you need anything, you can always come here." He waved, exiting the restaurant.

All eyes were on you, but you didn't break down. No. You didn't. Teary eyes were nothing if you smiled like everything was okay. Everyone would believe you were okay, right?

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Kiara was the first one to break the silence, then all of the others gave you their blessings, asking if you were alright. Everyone knew how much you loved that woman. Everyone knew you would do the craziest things for her.

To all the questions, you smiled, nodding your head and assuring your friends that everything was just fine. "She is in a better place," No, that was a lie. There was no better place for her than next to you. The person who loved her the most.

Everyone would believe you were okay? No, JJ Maybank knew you like the back of his hand. But he didn't say anything, just rested his hand on your back, rubbing his thumb in circles, hoping to offer comfort. You, again, smiled.

That was the first time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

Walking was hard, but you still tried to walk as you normally did. All pogues were to meet on the beach. It was the perfect day to get some amazing waves, to surf, to eat delicious and fresh food, to joke around, to make unforgettable memories.

You already had some unforgettable memories that day, but not the kind you wanted to remember, the kind you wanted to erase from your mind.

When you arrived at the beach everyone was there. The blonde boy waved at you, of course, waiting for you to go closer to them. When you did, they greeted you. It didn't matter how long you all knew each other, the excitement was always there.

It was a nice morning. Until it was time to go into the water, you didn't want to. That is why, you had left your surfboard at home, hiding in the corner of your room. But of course, you hadn't thought about how JJ always had a board prepared for if someone forgot theirs.

"I'm okay, really," Lying became easy as time went by. "I don't feel like getting into the water. That time of the month." You rested your hand on the lower part of your belly while lying again.

"But you love surfing," JJ stayed back for a couple of seconds while the others were already shouting happily, getting into the water, and splashing each other. John B grabbed Kiara, pulling her down while Pope told them not to play so roughly because someone would end up getting hurt. "You want me to stay with you?"

"No," You grinned. "Go into the ocean! That I'm not going to surf doesn't mean I don't want to see the coolest surfer in the Outer Banks."

He smirked, getting distracted from the previous conversation due to the flirty friendship you guys had. "I never knew you were THAT much in love with me. Do you have dirty dreams about me at night?" He licked his lower lip while grinning.

Your hand grabbed some sand, throwing it at him. "Go!"

He didn't go. He continued staring at you, deeply. "Are you sure you are okay?" You nodded your head which didn't convince him much. "You know that if you need to talk to someone, I'm here. We all are."

"JJ," You whispered. "I wouldn't lie to you. I'm okay. Just hate being a woman one time a month." You chuckled when he pulled a disgusted expression.

Looking at him run towards the others, the smile on your face vanished. Your tummy was full of red and purple marks, all given to you by your father. Rafe Cameron had given away to your parents that you considered yourself a pogue, escaping your house and meeting with the people you truly loved, and that loved you back. Your dad didn't like that, and everyone that knew him in a more personal way knew that he couldn't control his temper. He was the reason your brother abandoned the Outer Banks years ago.

You used to hate him for leaving you there with him. But now, you would stand in silence, receiving those punches if it meant that at the end of the day, you would be able to see your friends. To see JJ Maybank.

That was the second time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

You tried not to play with the fork, knowing that it was bad manners and that you would get a kick from under the table by your mom. You were hungry but also tried not to eat much because there were visitors, and your mom tried to convince you that a woman should not eat much in front of a man they are trying to impress. Bullshit. But you had to do it if you wanted to go to sleep without any bruise.

You weren't trying to impress anyone. Your parents wanted to impress the Cameron family. Sarah and you didn't look at each other, knowing that Rafe would be asshole enough to reveal how both of you knew each other because you went out with the pogues. Even though, he had already revealed that information to your parents.

"You two look so lovely," Your mom grinned, while Rafe's father nodded his head. "I'm so glad both of you had decided to go out together!" What?

What?

"What?" The mere question escaped from in between your lips. "I didn't-" You felt a kick under the table, you mom was glaring at you while your eyes got teary.

"Baby," She grinned wickedly. "Last night, you told me you had a big crush on Rafe. I know you are shy about these things, so I told him myself!"

"Woah," Rafe's dad intervened. Although, your eyes were on your mom, feeling completely disgusted by the lie she told. "It so amazing that you guys have such a close relationship."

No, you didn't. You guys didn't have a close relationship. You could never be close to someone who walked away when her husband beat the shit out of her own daughter.

They were arranging a relationship between Rafe Cameron and you. If your grandma was there, she wouldn't let that happen. But she wasn't which meant you were going to end up dating Rafe Cameron. Which meant you had to hide your feeling for JJ Maybank, again.

That night, JJ called your phone. He told you about how he had found this cute little puppy on the street, convincing John B to let him keep it. You almost cried while listening to his voice. Of course, you didn't.

That was the third time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

A red velvet dress embraced your body, arms full of goosebumps. You weren't sure if those were because you were a little cold due to the chilly night or because of the situation. It was your birthday, and you wanted to celebrate it. You wanted to go out with the pogues, swim, dance, or even just not do anything but be with them. But of course, you weren't allowed to.

The situation was even more shitty. Your parents had taken your phone, not giving it back, claiming that now that you were with Rafe Cameron it was even more important to be far from 'those stupid non-deserving pogues'. It had been weeks since you saw or talked to them. They didn't know what was going on.

You had ignored Kiara when she saw you shopping with Sarah. The Cameron girl swore not to say a word, even though she believed that it would hurt them even more. You had pushed John B out of the way when he saw you the other day, walking with some other Kooks, something you would never do. You had insulted Pope when he stopped-by your house to deliver some things. And a couple of days ago, Rafe Cameron had kissed you on the lips when he saw that JJ Maybank was walking to you, worriedly because you had been missing from all the pogues meeting.

So now, you were in the middle of Midsummer's party, eyes lost. The pogues probably hated you, not understanding your change of behavior. The hand that was resting on your lower back wasn't the one you wanted. And the eyes of your parents burned holes on the back of your head. Midsummer's were more important than your birthday. Not even your parent had wished you a happy birthday. Not Rafe Cameron, even though you didn't need anything from him. Not the pogues, and they had a valid reason not to. Multiple reasons not to.

Sarah did, but because she knew what was going on.

Kiara avoided you all night, not even daring to glance at you. Pope was helping his father serve food, and even when he went near you, offering food or drinks, he didn't look up to meet your eyes.

You didn't expect John B and JJ to appear at the Midsummer party. JJ's face was bruised, and your heart ached because you were always the first one to know about those things, but this time you weren't. The guards were already prepared to kick both boys out of the party.

Sarah and Kiara looked at each other, running toward both boys, hugging them closely. You couldn't help but smile a little when you saw the happiness on their faces. Especially, on JJ Maybank.

Pope glanced at his father, apologizing, and following his friends. All of them ready to leave.

Your grin vanished. Gaze focused on the floor. "I will be back. I need to retouch my makeup." You told Rafe, moving his hand away from your waist. You needed to go to the bathroom. You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hand grabbed your wrist, and it seemed like the music was lower, whispers louder. "Rafe, I really need to go to the bathro-."

Not Rafe Cameron, but JJ Maybank.

"Come," He swallowed hard. Your tongue came out of your mouth, licking your lips, even though it didn't work because your mouth was totally dry. "Come back to us." You heard Rafe call your name, and telling JJ to step away from you. "Come back to me, please." You couldn't hide his teary eyes, and neither could you.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Your dad. You flinched when hearing his voice. You avoided JJ's gaze. "Get away from him."

You clutched JJ's hand, lessening his grip on you. Turning around, taking a step to go back to where your parents were looking at you angrily.

"We came for you," His voice made you stop. "We came for you because Sarah told us this morning what was going on. You don't have to do this anymore. No one will do anything to you. You can come back to us. We want you back."

Your father grabbed his keys, knowing that was a warning. It wouldn't be the first time he punched you with those keys between his knuckles to make more damage. "I-I don't want to go back. I'm okay, JJ."

You heard him walk away from you, again. Your back still to him. A shiver ran through your body while staring at your parents. Your dad was smiling victoriously. You shook your head. Now, he was screaming your name. But you were too busy running toward your friends, who turned around. All of them had teary eyes because they thought they lost you.

Kiara was the first one to see you, smiling. Tears wetting her cheeks. Her hand rested on JJ's shoulder, he confused looked at her, then followed her gaze to look at you. Your face was wet, some makeup running down your cheeks. But you looked beautiful. You looked beautiful because you were running back to his arms. When he had you between his arms, he could feel the violent sobs shaking your entire body.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He cried. "You didn't have to be strong. You didn't have to be strong alone. You had us." He whispered. "You have us."

"I'm sorry." You wanted to say so many things, but those were the most important ones. You needed to apologize. Eyes closed while sobbing hysterically.

"Let me see your face," JJ was also crying. He tried to move you apart from his body so he could see your face, but you tightened your arms around him, even your legs. His hands grabbed your butt, keeping your legs around his waist, supporting you. "Let me see your face because I want to kiss you so bad."

And he did. JJ Maybank kissed you like this was a film or a book. He let his lips command yours, and he couldn't hold back when his tongue desperately needed to touch yours. "I love you. It's always been you." You let him know when both of you needed to breathe.

"I love you too," He happily cried. "I'm so in love with you."

The Pogues went close to both of you, gripping their arms around you. Sobbing. Crying. Weeping.

That was the time you wanted to cry in front of JJ, and you did.

[herstarburststories]

Shut up

Kinktober day 6: face sitting

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: You find a way to shut Dean up.

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), hate/love relationship, making out, hint of daddy kink, consent is sexy, mentions of humping

Dean Winchester gets on your nerves sometimes.

No, scratch that. He always gets on your nerves. You don't know what irks you most about him: the stupid, lopsided smirk; the constant teasing sarcasm in his words, if he were incapable of taking anything seriously; or, maybe, it was how he was so impossibly gorgeous even when he was bleeding out. 

Dean irritates you more than any other being, from the poor excuse of a president of your country to the stupid demons that you face from time to time.

So, it's good to finally shut up his mouth. Even better, you’d put it for a good use for once.

His green eyes glow as he looks up to you, naked body impatient on the mattress as he nibbles on his bottom lip in anticipation. Dean's cock is already completely hard only from making out and some humping. It’s so easy to get him all worked up for you.

You throw your shirt away, and Dean lets out a quiet grunt his response. His idiotic lips are parted slightly as he watches your boobs. You aren’t wearing a bra. Fuck, he just wants to touch you, but for right now, this isn't about him. Well, not directly. This is about how furious you are because Dean Winchester has no right to make you feel like a high school girl discovering how a crush felt. You were always surrounded by a light-hearted feeling that made you want to do a dumb thing like kiss him in the back of a bar or jump in front of a bullet to save his ungrateful ass.

How did you, of all people, develop a crush for Dean? Dean is Dean -- a selfless, cocky son of a bitch. Come on, you're smarter than that! You’ve gotta be a masochist. 

Nonetheless, you get rid of your pants and underwear, pussy almost dripping for this idiot. The Winchester whimpers at the sight, licking his lips. The only thoughts revolving around in his head are: I need to taste you.

You glance at him, the beginnings of a smile lightening your features. The big, bad hunter certainly doesn’t have the usual arrogant look on his face now.

You still have your boots on when you climb on top of the bed, and Dean doesn't seem to care one bit. If anything, his livid, forest-green orbs catch a glimpse of you, naked and climbing on top of him, only wearing those fucking boots. He gulps, not remembering the last time he’s been this turned on. He is a goner.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and you're sitting on his legs. The wetness of your needy cunt makes a mess there. Part of you wants to ride his thigh, rubbing until you achieve your share of relief. You have a thought or two about just taking his length inside you — how couldn't you? The tip of his hardness is pressing against your belly, his desire palpable from the precum sluicing your skin. When Dean groans, it's almost silent; animalistic, even. He grabs your hip as if you were his. God, you want to be, but not today.

Dean leans in to capture your lips in another savage kiss, but you pull back. He gives you a confused look. “You okay?”

You know he's going to stop if you tell him to because Dean's a decent man. The thought just turns you on even more. “Come on, Dean. Your thigh’s a hot mess because of my pussy. I think I'm more than okay.”

Once again, he offers your that signature, lopsided grin. It’s filled to the brim with confidence. “Well, sweetheart,” he breathes, and you groan at the stupid nickname he gives to every single woman he meets through the road. Son of a bitch. Fucking womanizer. “What's it to you, then? You want me to get on top of you so I can fuck you nice and slow?” You are about to laugh at his face over the implication of being dominated by him, but Dean's fingers slide into a clandestine meeting with your clit, carefully caressing it as if you were lovers. All you can do now is sink your nails into his skin and moan, shamefully loud. “Or you want to ride my thigh? Come without even touching my cock, all for daddy?”

That wasn't your plan, but it felt so good. If Dean's fingers are that heavenly, fucking his cock might turn you into a goddess, but you can’t.

You aren't going to give in that easily. He tried to give you orders through the whole hunt. Sam might have a high tolerance for his control-freak brother, but you don't. You're going to teach him a thing or two about shutting the hell up.

You push his hand away, your body aching as if you broke a bone. Yet, you persevered as you took a deep breath and grinned impishly at Dean.

“You talk way too much, Winchester.” Your fingertips trace a line from his jaw to his neck, trailing down his chest; always following his foolish, adorable freckles. You catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising under your touch. It only causes your smirk to go wider. Dean is glaring at you with slightly raised brows, and you push him to lay on his back.

His cock twitching is proof enough that he enjoyed that.

You press your warmth on his length, retracting your hips when he tried to get inside you. Dean lets out a beautiful, frustrated grunt.

“Y/N…” Now that's better. He's groaning your name, fully aware only you are giving him pleasure. This is personal, this is dwindling, it's everything you both have been craving.

“You talk too much, Dean. Always trying to boss everyone around or joking as if you don't take anything seriously.” You're basically climbing on him now, your pussy enjoying the small relief of friction from Dean's hips, his stomach, his chest. You opt to sit there. “Someone should shut you up.”

Dean wishes he could answer. He wants to smirk at you, bring up other teasing comments only to get more of this. You were frisky and dominant -- everything his body and soul begged for. Yet, he can't bring himself to do anything other than lean his head forward in an attempt to catch your pussy with his lips. You smell so good. He can't wait to taste you. He just wants to eat you out, but you pull away from him with a laugh as if you found amusement in his suffering. Fuck, he’s getting even harder

Dean is so touch-starved for anything you're willing to give him.

You rise from his chest, your wetness leaving him soaked. He can't complain, though. Not when you blessed him with the sight of paradise.

That's it, Dean decides. I'm dead and in heaven… Again.

Because you're over his head, literally. Knees to the mattress on each side of his head, your pussy is right on his face, so appetizing and wet all for him.

“Y/N-” he tries, but you are quick to stop him. It’s a good thing. He'd probably make a fool out of himself from begging to let him touch you, just a little.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just shut up.” Dean barely catches a glimpse of pleasure for that before you sit on his face. “Now eat me out.”

Nevermind, this is his heaven.

You bite your lower lip, trying to regain some composure as you coil your fingers around the bedpost, nails pressed so strenuously into the hardwood there that you wouldn't be surprised if you left marks carved there. What else are you supposed to do? Dean doesn't waste any time when you sit on his face, eating you out like you’re a fucking meal and he’s a starving man. His chin and lips and nose are all wet from you.

This man really loves women.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours could go to good use, baby,” you mumbled amidst his pornographic groans, grinding your hips down to ride his face. Dean shoves his tongue inside your warmth, finding comfort between your tight walls. “Mmh, Dean. Yes.”

He pulls away, but only because he needs to breathe. Dean nibbles on your inner thigh, smirking when you whine for him. So gorgeous and delicious. He gets your clit between his teeth carefully — this isn't supposed to hurt.

You inhale sharply, looking down to catch him in the act. He looks so hot like his, eating you out with his viridescent gaze fixed on your face as if you were his grand enlightenment. You look like everything he never thought he could have when you were like this: sitting on his face and giving yourself to him, glancing at Dean with your hands fixed on the headboard and tresses of your hair falling on your face.

After this, he has to kiss you some more. He just has to.

For now, though, the hunter is more than happy eating out his prey. He enjoys every aspect of this. You taste as if you were made to be this good for him. The tip of his tongue brushes your G-spot, and he can't wait for you to come. 

The idea of tasting your orgasm makes his cock ache deeply in the best ways possible. Dean's freaking sure he's about to come untouched because of your needy cunt.

He licks your clit before enveloping you with his lips, sucking on you at your neediest. You begin to lose your cognitive senses, melting into a screaming mess and pressing your pussy closer to him. Dean's almost suffocating, and he couldn't be happier. 

Your thighs tighten around his ears, a cry leaving your lips as Dean focuses all his attention on your clit. He only pauses to sink his tongue into your warm wetness before coming back to your sensitive spot.

You clutch the bedpost as if you are holding onto dear life as you come all over Dean's face. He tries to catch all of you — not because he doesn't want to get dirty, but because he ain't gonna miss one single drop of your juice. 

You taste so fucking good, much better than anything he has ever put on his tongue. Dean is an addict now, and he can't get enough of your cunt, your cum, or you.

He licks you clean, getting the most he can of you, and you whine through the intense sensation of freedom that comes with it. Fuck Dean and his spoiled tongue.

You get up with trembling legs. Your hand slides to find his hard cock and offer what relief you can, but you just find milky come on his stomach.

Did he come only from eating you out?

Holy fuck.

You make the mistake of looking at his face after that realization. He's breathless, glancing at you and licking your juices off his lips. He looks flushed and satisfied, smirking with dimpled cheeks. You can see your come on his chin and nose. “Remind me to never stop talking if this is how you're gonna shut me up.”

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[cohenhyy]

Adopting Whore Woman : ̗̀➛ H. Rindou

summary: That night the whole life of y/n became miserable his client Kyoko offered to become the nanny of his daughter but when she arrived at the club she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rude jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front of many people.

CONTENT WARNING: noncon, possessiveness, humiliation, object penetration, cursing, mention of blood, crimes, death, mention of illegal gambling, virginity loss, cheating, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, traumatic events, fully angst, threesome (?), dark themes. This is a warning for each chapter of this story. MINOR DNI

Chapter 2

"Yeah, you are going to work?" I nod. "Yes, Rin, for my family in the Philippines." "Okay, btw, I have to go take care always, darling, mwuah." He kissed me on the forehead. "Why? I blushed! No, I don't like him! This is my job." The Bar Club "Sir, what's your drink?" And I'm shocked it's him! Sanzu Haruchiyo but I call him "HARU" kinda cute. "H-haru?" He laughed and smirked. "Ow, why are you here? For a job or to have sex with another guy for the tuition fee, haha." I feel annoyed. "I don't care, loser! Hahaha, your cock is smaller than Rindou!" He rolled his eyes, and he stood up on the table.

"Madam, this girl, I want her. How much is she?" My madam said. "Sir, but this girl is a singer in my club—not a whore, but how much?" I was shocked when Madam said that. "Hmm.. 4,000 yen?" My madam is so happy for 4000 yen. "Whatever I don't like about him, he is a loser!" He Whisper. "I'll show you my big dick." I laughed. "Are you sure? What stupid." They were about to visit Sanzu's luxury car. She was surprised when she saw Rindou with another woman in a Lamborghini car. Rindou looked at Y/N because he saw her. Sanzu put Y/N in his car, and when Y/N asked where they were going, he replied that in Tokyo, Japan, they were there in Sanzu's penthouse for the whole night. "Baby, can you come with me to take a shower?" I nod. "Sure." Sanzu and Y/N got ready while wearing sleeping clothes. While they were in the shower, Sanzu first told to go to the bathtub and sit with him. At first, the two were still feeling it until Y/N fell asleep on Sanzu's chest. Sanzu looked at Y/N, and he was amazed by the nice shape of her breast. He was a bit fat, but Y/N was beautiful. He whispered. "Are you ready or not?" "Can we just continue to the master bedroom?" he asked. "Sure, baby, I want to show you why I'm a king of crying girls." I laughed. "I don't care." "I'm sure you can't walk properly tomorrow, I'm sure." As they walked up the stairs, Sanzu couldn't stop. He immediately lifted Y/N to the master bedroom, threw it, and climbed up as if Sanzu were at the top and Y/N were at the bottom. "When I first saw you, I wanted to fuck you; this night, I'm feeling blessed," I asked him why he wanted to fuck me. "You are beautiful." "Are you sure, Haru?" he said. "I'm sure, baby." Y/N POV: When he first kissed me on the lips, going to my neck and down to my waist, I was immediately shaking, just kissing what Sanzu did to me; he was different from Rin; he was even better. While he deeply kissed me, his hand was in my pussy, which he wanted to play with, and he rotated his finger on my pussy while I'm wet. When I came out, Sanzu licked my pussycat. He played with his tongue, my pussycat up and down. I'm very tired because of the excessive lust. He's even better than Rindou. When he finished playing with my pussycat, Sanzu stood up. "Baby, put your toe on my shoulder. Promise, I'll be gentle." I nod. "What f*cking a big-" I screamed because Sanzu was when he inserted his cock in my pussy, and I have a bad feeling that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"You said that you wouldn't be surprised by the school because of the pain, and then I scratched you." He laughed. "Sorry, baby, does it still hurt? If I continue, it won't hurt anymore." I nod. "I'm ready now, Haru." While he was taking his cock out of my pussycat, it was very painful because his cock was so big that it was even bigger than Rindou's cock. I screamed every time his cock came in because it was so big that I hugged him and said, "I love you." "I can't hear you, baby; what did you say?" I screamed again. "I love you!" "Ahh, Ughhh my hole it hurts..Stop it a~hhh shi~t A~hhh baby...I like you Haru." He smiles. "Hmm... Do you like me? But your boyfriend is Rindou, not me." He continues to fuck me. "I'm coming, Y/N, say AHHHHH." I immediately gasped when Sanzu said that. He swallowed his semen on me, and it was disgusting, but it was necessary because it was my job to make my client happy. "F*ck, baby, you're good enough. I hope you are my girlfriend." He smiles, and he kisses me on the lips. "Rindou isn't really my boyfriend; he's the only one who likes me, not me," he said, pulling my hair. "Are you sure? Can our relationship be private?" I nod. He lay on my chest while hugging me, and he said that Rindou raped many women and killed them when he got tired. "What? Seriously?" He nodded. "Yeah, the woman you saw in his car—I'm sure she's dead or that Rindou is torturing her at this time." I'm crying. "Haru, protect me, please; I won't die; I have a family." He hugged me and kissed my forehead. "I promise, but you are lucky because Rindou just had sex with you and didn't torture or kill you." "But I'm worried about me. What if he tortures me or tries to kill me? I feel nervous." He smiled again. "No one can hurt you." I smile. I don't know why I feel this way about Sanzu. He's so kind to me that he even managed to make me happy tonight. We fell asleep, of course. We were both naked, and the next day I woke up, but Haru was no longer beside me. I couldn't walk properly. I sat on the sofa, and I saw Sanzu wearing only a shirt and boxer shorts while preparing breakfast. "Oh, you are awake. Here, breakfast is almost done." I immediately sat down and stood next to him. I couldn't focus on my food, but when I looked at his lips, I was just surprised that I kissed him on the lips. "Why did you kiss me? We haven't finished eating yet." This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. "Hahaha, blah, are you going to school now?" "Yep, so I'm coming in because we have a group research project. I hope we can be a group mate." He kissed me again on my forehead, and I smiled, and the breakfast was resumed.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Late morning.

This was requested by the lovely @ben-c-group-therapy who requested this:

<Hi! So I have the fluffiest idea. Watching sunrise/sunset with Nick. It’ll be so fluffy ugh. Watching over the water it’ll be so gorgeous.>

Hope you like it. I did take the opportunity to follow it on from Different this time 

You wanted fluff and I think I brought it for you. The last bit pretty much wrote itself, its what Nick wanted.

Warnings: Talks of drinking moonshine and fluff, so much fluff I hope it hurts :)

WC: 954

Enjoy x

You had both been out all night with your cousins, they had finally made it to see you on your last night in Nashville and as soon as they met Nick, it was like they had been friends for a life time. The banter between them all made you giggle and when they said that you would all go out on the town, instead of staying with the ‘adults’, you all got dressed up, went out for dinner than line danced the night away in the heart of town. Nick loved how you got along with them all, watching as you danced and mucked around with them and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was part of a family that mostly had it together and he hadn’t laughed this much, in a long time.

It was crawling towards the very early hours of the morning when you all walked out of the bar, two of your wilder cousins told you all to wait for them before they walked across the road towards the bottle shop. They were back in no time, each holding a brown paper bag,

“It’s not a trip to Nashville Nick, without this” your cousin handed Nick the paper bag.

Nick took it off him, pulling the bottle out of the bag and a big smile pulled to his face and started to laugh, looking down at the bottle that had ‘Moonshine’ written on it,

“Our usual place?” You looked between everyone and Nick raised an eye brow at you.

“I’ll order the cabs; we can walk back to Nanna’s in time for breakfast” a cousin smiled back.

Nick’s head was spinning, not just from the sips from the bottles, but also being with the love of his life and feeling so free. He grew up in the city and had never done anything like this ever, if only Liv could see you both now, he was sure you would both be put on desk duty. The cabs had taken you all to a lake, which wasn’t too far from your grandparents house, a place you and your cousins always ended up when you were in town. Using your phone torches to see where you were all going, you made it to a big clearing, with a lake surrounded by willow trees.

The rest of the night had been filled with laughing, joke telling, storytelling and drink sharing. Nick hearing all about your crazy nights in this very clearing. You were all scattered around the lake in the grass, you sitting between Nick’s bent up legs with his arms around you as you lent back into him,

“Had a good time babe?”

“The best time baby, I didn’t know this wild side existed”

“I hide her pretty well. Drinking myself stupid in the middle of a field isn’t very sexy”

Nick chuckled dipping his head and kissing your cheek,

“Everything about you is sexy amor”

You melted into each other, Nick’s grip tightening around you as you watched the sun start to peep up over the horizon, the light starting to spill into the sky.

“Isn’t it beautiful” you muttered.

Nick nodded back, his eyes set on the rising sun as it started to peep up higher and reflect off the lake. And he knew this was the moment he had been waiting for since the moment you walked into the bullpen and he fell head over heels for you,

“Y/N”

“Yeah” you turned slightly to look up at Nick.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

You sat up off him and faced him,

“Of course, I do, Nick is everything ok?”

You saw Nick’s eyes fill with tears looking at you as the sun came up higher behind you, making you look like you had a glowing light around you,

“Marry me?”

Your eyes blew open and your mouth dropped open when Nick moved to kneel in front of you, all your cousins attention pulling to you both. Nick reached into his back jean pocket pulling out a blue velvet pouch. He pulled it open and pulled out a white gold pearl ring with diamonds around the band, and you cupped your mouth with your hands, tears running down your cheeks.

“You better say yes” one of your cousins yelled “took a lot of planning to get here”

You all started to laugh and you looked up at Nick’s tear-stained face,

“Yes, a million times yes” Nick smiled wide, grabbed your left hand, slipping the ring on and you jumped on him, making him lose his balance and fall back in the grass, you on top of him and you kissed deeply.

The kiss finally broke, you and Nick moving to stand up, all your cousins coming over to congratulate you both before and you all headed back for the engagement breakfast your grandmother had organised.

“Everyone knew?”

“Yeah” Nick grinned at you “I asked Mum and Dad for their blessing before we came out here. They mentioned it to Nanna and she called in your cousins to help”

“Wait. That day you took her to pick up her glasses?” Nick laughed and kissed your forehead.

“We all had a coffee together and organised it”

You stopped Nick in his tracks, stepping in front of him, your cousins all walking ahead. You lent up on your tippy toes and Nick met you the rest of the way kissing you deeply again. Nick’s hands went to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and you wrapped your legs around him,

“I can’t wait to marry you”

“The day you are Mrs Amaro, will be the best day of my life”

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[alirhi]

Loki ranting

Okay. I had this thought in my head of like just compiling links of all the Loki shit I've posted/reblogged so far so that when I get into a conversation about the show and how it fucking disgusted me, I can just be like "here. here's this masterlist post, go read all this shit. This is my entire argument, and not only mine, but a lot of stuff posted by people far more intelligent and level-headed and eloquent than I am, whom I happen to agree with." Because the alternative is constantly getting fired up all over again, and that is exhausting.

BUT! I'm stupid and don't know how tumblr works. Apparently I can't just be like "give me all the Loki-tagged shit I've got" I can only search all the Loki-tagged shit on all of tumblr. And I'm not scrolling back through all of my posts. I talk too fucking much for that shit 😂

So, I'll try to remember all of my grievances with how the MCU has treated Loki, and all of the excellent posts made by other, equally upset fans, and put it all together here under this nice, neat little cut for everyone else's sanity and scrolling convenience...

For people who actually read my shit fairly regularly - bless you, you crazy, patient people. I love you! - this is going to be a lot of repetition of shit you've already read. Probably at least twice. I'm passionate and I have a terrible memory lol. Sorry.

Anyway, first, for those who don't know me and haven't been following my explosions of rage for the past couple of months, some quick background: I do not read comic books, so Loki's Marvel comic canon means nothing to me. I know almost nothing about it. The reason I'm so in love with the character in the MCU is because I am an eclectic witch and the deity I've actively loved and worshiped the longest in my life (literally for as long as I can remember) is Loki. So when he was mentioned in The Mask, I squeed. When they named Matt Damon's character after him in Dogma, I cheered.

When Thor came out in 2011, I just about died from happiness. I was hungry for any representation of this underappreciated god, no matter what it was. I didn't even bitch about how underpowered he was, because at least he was there. But I'm getting slightly ahead of myself.

I can hear anyone reading this going "Why Loki? Isn't he, like, evil? Like basically the Norse version of The Devil?" Because I heard all this shit irl all the fucking time. And no. So let me give you a quick rundown of who Loki actually is.

Loki is a Trickster God. He's often referred to as the God of Mischief. He is not and never was evil, simply chaotic and hedonistic. Loki Laufeyjarson was the son of Laufey (that's mama; they changed her to a man for some reason in the movie) and Fárbauti. Right from the start, from his name, we get a sign of how Loki goes against traditional norms of the time, because in Norse culture, families were patrilineal, and surnames were "son/daughter of father" (which would have made him Loki Fárbautitason), not the mother. But Loki's surname is matrilineal. Feminist icon woo! lol

Though he's a Jotunn, Loki is counted among the Gods (Aesir) in Norse tradition. Depending on his mood, he is alternately helpful or disruptive to the other Gods. I'm not gonna sit and teach a whole text class on him lol but I'll use my favorite example of Misunderstood Loki - the conception of Sleipnir!

So, get this shit. This is also part of why I DO NOT follow Odin and never fucking will (a very small part, but still part of the reason). So, the other Norse Gods are petty motherfuckers, and they wanted some shit built but didn't want to pay the dude doing the building. So they were like "okay, if you can get it done in X amount of time, we'll pay you, but if you can't manage it NO MATTER WHAT, this whole thing is free." And they made sure he had NO help, nothing but him, his materials, and his Very Good Horsey. And this guy and his horse were fucking BAMFs. So it was looking like he was definitely gonna get it done in time, and Odin was like "nah, fuck that shit. I'm cheap." and so he sent Loki to distract the work horse. Loki transformed into a mare and lured the horse away, got fucked, got pregnant, gave birth to the 8-legged (for some reason) horse Sleipnir. Odin rides Loki's son into battle. Um. Kay.

So Loki helped Odin be a petty mf, and Odin got himself a new pet out of the deal.

Oh, also, because he's smart af and a shapeshifter and a master magician and genderfluid, Loki "fails" to fit the super fucking toxic and narrow Norse/Aesir view of "a real man". He prefers intelligence and manipulation to solve problems rather than violence, he's not afraid to behave like a clown if it gets shit done, and that grosses the Aesir out, so they constantly ridicule him for being "less than a man".

Loki is the God of the outcast and the misunderstood. The marginalized people from all walks of life. He is the God of the LGBT community. In modern terms, he's pansexual, polyamorous (married to Sigyn and they are deeply in love, but boy gets around and I've never seen any indication that Sigyn gives a shit) and genderfluid.

Okay. Focus, Ali. This is part of why I usually post multiple rants instead of one big long one XD The longer I ramble, the more I get sidetracked and forget the original point.

So. Loki's awesome, and being a Trickster, is powerful as all fucking hell. There's not much he can't do.

And now we come to Thor (the movie, not the deity). Loki's there! 24-year-old Ali is spazzing! All is right with the world!

Oh lord, they've actually done him justice?! Amazing! He's complex and nuanced and emotional, just like the real Loki! I loved this movie. Loved. It. The climactic thing with trying to blow up Jotunheim never really made much sense to me until someone made an excellent point the other day about Loki being raised in a racist society that was racist against his own race, he just didn't know it yet, poor child. Baby Thor was never corrected when he pledged to commit mass genocide, so Baby Loki probably absorbed the lesson then that Jotunns=evil and killing them all will win his father's love. Anyway, 2011 Loki was a beautiful, heartbreaking portrayal of the God I've loved all my life and spent 24 years longing to see depicted on the big screen.

Then The Avengers happened. And I saw another Loki very close to Norse mythology - mainly, how he's treated. In the beginning of the movie, he's sick, exhausted, and in pain. He can hardly stand, he stumbles and needs help when he walks. He was very obviously tortured, and the sickly blue light of the scepter's control is in his eyes. That gets less and less pronounced as the movie goes on, showing Loki working his way free of it, but in the beginning, he's a mess. Because he was tortured and used by Thanos. Marvel directly confirmed this, and that he was under the scepter's/Mind Stone's control. Loki's actions are not his own in The Avengers. He's under both threat and Thanos' direct control. The movie actually shows The Other directly threatening him to keep him on task, because this is not Loki's plan. It is not what he wants. He's being used and villainized... Just like in real life. It hurt to see this done to him, but the accuracy was too beautiful to ignore.

Thor: The Dark World comes out. I've heard people complain that this movie is the weak link in the Thor trilogy. I disagree. I think that's Ragnarok, for a bunch of reasons, but we'll get there. (And for the record, I loved Ragnarok, too. It was a funny movie. Infinity War and the Disney+ series are the only portrayals of Loki in the MCU that I truly fucking hated.) Anyway, good, fun movie. Had its faults, as all movies do, but it still followed Loki's real-life arc in a way. How? By having Loki dragged back to Asgard in chains and imprisoned underground. Again, not super happy that this happened to my love, and having to see it on screen was painful, but at least in the MCU he's not chained to a rock with venom dripping on his face for eternity, so there's that. (poor Sigyn. how tired do her arms get, holding up that bowl? best wife ever, amirite?)

In TDW, we're shown Loki's love for Frigga, who favored him and taught him magic as a child. We see his bravado; his attempts to mask his true feelings, especially grief. We see him slowly coming back to himself after the events of The Avengers, and slowly mending his relationship with his brother. He accepts that Odin will likely never love him, but Thor just might, because they were close when they were young. "I didn't do it for him." No, no my sweet, you did it for your brother, and a little out of guilt for what happened to your mother.

At the end, Loki fakes his death and escapes, taking the throne, and I have mixed feelings about this. Not the writer's choices here; I love that completely! A natural progression in Loki's story. But my joy is tainted by how closely they're following the Eddas now. Because Loki's escape from his prison heralds the beginning of Ragnarok. And Loki will die in Ragnarok. I don't want to see that play out in front of my face. I won't be able to handle the grief (spoiler alert! IW broke me. I almost walked out of the theater. Loki's death was legitimately fucking traumatic for me. I don't even care how pathetic that is. That grief was real, it was intense, and I still shake and cry when I think about it.)

Marvel announces that Thor 3 will be called Ragnarok. The internet treats this as a shocking revelation. I roll my eyes and mumble "duh" to myself and move on XD

Then they say Ragnarok will be a buddy comedy. I throw up a little in my mouth and no longer want to live on this planet. If they're going to make something called Ragnarok, could they at least treat it with even a fraction of the respect they've shown these characters thusfar? Jfc. I mean, I'll see it anyway, because I'm a whore for Tom Hiddleston lol. But come on, people!

I hated that they made Hel the long-lost older sister and Fenrir her fucking pet/attack dog. Those are my favorites of Loki's children! Hel is such an incredible badass that the early Christians named their dimension of eternal torture after her! They were terrified of her, to the point of naming the place that terrified them most after her. That's awesome! And Fenrir's just the best. I love wolves. Those two details, and Odin's retcon of "we're not Gods! ...lol, except your sister. she's totally a Goddess. and def gonna kill literally everything, so... good luck! byyyeeeee" pissed me off royally.

The rest was great. I genuinely liked this movie. Still do. And they finally used The Immigrant Song! That was pretty cool. If they'd thrown in Bring the Hammer Down and Thunderstruck, I might've called this movie perfect. XD

I wasn't totally in love with their portrayal of Loki in Ragnarok. Yes, the falling for 30 minutes line was funny, as was "I have to get off this planet" and "YES! That's how it feels!" And "Get Help" was funny as hell. But also, like... There is no way Loki would have been the dumb one in that first encounter with Hela. Also, he can teleport and project copies of himself and shit, so... He would not have been that desperate to go straight back to Asgard and bring her right along with them. Loki's not stupid. But whatever. Movie's gotta movie.

What I did love was seeing the slow mending of his relationship with Thor continuing, and the badass fighting on the bridge. I also loved that, like Real Loki, Movie Loki helped when help was needed, was quick and clever, and while he was carrying out the main plan, he was also planning ahead and grabbing the Tesseract. Yes, that drew Thanos right to them, but that's a whole other thing. Loki never would have left that thing on Asgard to be destroyed or lost.

And now Infinity War. Hooooly fucking shit. You know what? No. I'm not going into this. He was killed, years of character growth were erased forever, my heart fucking shattered. The end.

Endgame. IW hurt me so bad I didn't see Endgame until this year. I actually watched Civil War first (for context: I had actively avoided all Cap movies until this year because I fucking hate Steve Rogers. I find him insufferable. Did not realize what I was denying myself until I watched CW and finally saw the charms of Bucky. When he appeared in IW, I was so lost. XD I was like "...who dis? Murder Jesus?" also I just... didn't care. I was numb by then from crying through most of the movie over Loki)

So, anyway. Endgame. Loki picks up the Tesseract in alternate 2012, escapes, fans go "yay! he didn't actually die!" I go "yes he fucking did. Five years of his life, gone. Five years of growth and change, erased. Loki is dead. This will not be the same."

I was more right than I could have predicted. Now we come to the point of this rant. Sorry it took so long, but you were warned lol.

The Loki series makes me so angry I actually get sick to my stomach. It was fucking TRASH. When I praised Marvel for following Norse mythology so faithfully earlier? Yeah. I DID NOT MEAN TREAT HIM THE WAY THE OTHER GODS DID. I did not mean paint him as a pitiful clown, a joke, a caricature of who he truly was, with his pain and suffering played for LAUGHS.

This is supposed to be 2012 Loki, newly freed from Thanos' control. The Loki we saw in the beginning of TDW - snarky, exhausted, nihilistic. The Loki who rolled his eyes and said "get on with it" expecting to be killed.

The bumbling clown flipping on a dime from posturing to calling himself weak is not 2012 Loki. That is not ANY Loki. That is Tom Hiddleston in a black wig doing what he's told by a shitty writer who had no fucking idea what he was doing and was salty about his (bad) original script (for something totally fucking unrelated) getting killed.

In Episode 1, Loki is mocked, imprisoned, stripped against his will, tormented, belittled, and given a flippant summary of all the trauma Actual MCU Loki suffered that this one skipped out on, with no context, no acknowledgement of the trauma he's already lived quite fucking recently, and with the narrative twisted to not only erase all the abuse he's suffered, but to make it all his fault. And this is supposed to make him want to help these people?

And worse, IT FUCKING WORKS. WHAT?! I CAN'T- FUCKING WHAT?! Remember when I said LOKI IS NOT FUCKING STUPID?! So why is he STUPID?

Episode 2, he's a child. Mentally, this Loki is a fucking child. Now we've erased all the growth and development of his entire adult life. He's dopey, impatient, impulsive, desperate for a pat on the back and actually shows it. Yes, abused and neglected children crave the positive attention we never received, and we often grow up to be a bit emotionally stunted. But not all of us, and not Loki. Not as we've seen him EVER in the rest of the MCU. Playful and a bit callous at times? Absolutely! But not a big dumb fucking puppy.

Episode 3, a ray of hope, despite Sylvie! (I hate Sylvie) Loki casually admits he's pan/bi; labels never come up, but he admits to being with both men and women! He sings! Not really relevant to whether I approve of his portrayal or not lol but Tom has a beautiful voice, Norwegian ("Asgardian" lol) is a gorgeous, entrancing language, and I could watch that one bit on loop for eternity and never get bored. And then, finally, we see a glimpse - a glimpse - of Loki's power! He stops a falling building and pushes it right back up! Are we finally getting to see what he can really do? Will the next episode bring us Loki in all his glory?

Nope. 4 and 5 we see him mocked and pushed around and utterly irrelevant. Again. We see tiny reflections of what he could maybe theoretically do in other random Loki variants, but the "main" (lawl. main. it was the Sylvie and Mobius show. Loki was never the main anything.) Loki? Nothing. He wears his heart on his sleeve for no reason, bonds with the man who imprisoned, taunted, and gaslit him, is killed, and continues to be a moron and a joke. Always the clown. Always the dumb one. The one with the bad ideas. The inferior Loki.

Don't even get me started on that finale. I can't. This already took so much out of me. Fuck Marvel. Fuck this fucking show. I just... I'm done.

[midnightsnyx]

Consequences - Matthew Tkachuk: part 7

summary: you absolutely hate Matthew Tkachuk so it’s just your luck when you wind up pregnant with his child.

a/n: we’re near the end! i hope you guys enjoy this part and thank you for reading <3

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none but FLUFF

Part 7

32 weeks

Ignoring tradition, you and Matt decided to have a single baby shower with everyone invited instead of a separate shower and a pamper party. It was more convenient for everyone and one party was less clean up, so bonus. What you weren’t expecting was for so many people to show up. You knew Matt had a big family but you didn’t think so many of them were invited. But, you did give Chantal and Taryn free reign to plan it so really, you shouldn’t be that surprised.

Most of his family was great and you get along with them wonderfully, especially some of his cousins who are around your age. But then there are the older women who are supposed to be mature, yet are giving you dirty looks and whispering things to each other.

It makes you self conscious because you know exactly the kind of things they are thinking and saying. It’s the exact same thing you’ve seen from some of Matt’s “fans”. Comments about how you got pregnant on purpose, and how it’s a shame now that Matt is stuck with you. You knew the comments were just people who were trying to get under your skin but knowing that some of his family and friends might be thinking the same was hurtful.  

You do your best to ignore it though and focus on the people who are actually nice to you, answering all the questions they have about potential baby names, what brands you’re using for the baby, and other purposeless things. But the feeling is always in the back of your mind so at one point, you slip into Matt’s bedroom so you can just breathe for a moment.

This, of course, just gives you more time to worry about what people are thinking about you and how they’re judging you and before you know it, you feel like you might cry.

Stupid hormones.

A knock on the door breaks you from your thoughts and you look up to see Matt standing there.

“Hey,” he says quietly, shutting the door behind him and walking over to sit next to you. “you disappeared.”

“Just needed a minute.” You tell him, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice cracks but the looks he gives you says you should know better by now.

“What’s going on inside your head?”

You shrug, not knowing how to explain without insulting his family. You don’t want him to think that you don’t like them, but you know he won’t leave you alone until you tell him why you’re upset.

So you try an approach you think he might understand.

“Do you ever feel like you’re being judged?” You ask quietly.

“All the time.” He answers easily. “Comes with the job description.”

“So you understand how it feels.” You say and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is that what this is about?” He nudges you. “You can’t possibly think they’re judging you, Y/N.”

“But they are! I see the looks some of your family and friends give me. It’s like they think I got knocked up on purpose.”

He shakes his head. “Who cares what they think?”

“You should care about what they think.” You say slowly, raising an eyebrow at his dismissal. “They’re your family.”

He shrugs. “You’re my family too.”

He says it so casually, so effortlessly and it’s like something just clicks in your brain and suddenly you have this overwhelming want, no need, to kiss him.

And that’s exactly what you do.

He doesn’t move at first when you press your lips to his, almost like he’s unsure about what to do and for a moment, you’re worried that you’ve ruined everything but then his hand comes up and cups your cheek and he kisses you back. You feel like you might melt straight through the bed and floor when he smiles against your lips and it’s absolutely perfect until Brady barges in the room.

“Where’d you guys- oh.” Brady freezes, eyes widening before he smirks. “Oh. I see what’s happening here. I’ll give you two a minute.”

“Brady.” Matt whines, dropping his head on your shoulder. “You’re ruining the moment.”

“Sorry! People were asking where you went!” He starts backing up and winks. “I’ll come up with a cover story. Have fun kids.”

“Brady.”

“Leaving! I’m going now!” He says, darting out the door and shutting it behind him.

Matt lifts his head, resting his chin on your shoulder instead of moving away. His eyes study your face as if he’s searching for any sign of regret but you smile to ease his worries.

“That was nice.”  

He raises an eyebrow. “Just nice? I think I can do better than that.”

“Okay, it was better than nice.” You giggle, feeling giddy. It’s a bit of a foreign feeling.

“Kind of overdue, huh?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You been wanting to kiss me, Tkachuk?”

“Oh, just since we met. Y’know, not that long.”

“Matthew.”

“What? I’m serious.” He says and then sighs. “I know I kind of fucked up when we first met. I was a bit of an ass-”

“A bit?” You tease and he gives you a dry look but you know he’s not actually mad.

“Hey, I’m trying.”

“Sorry.” You say solemnly. “Go on.”

He presses his lips together to hold back a smile. “You were funny and witty and kind from what Johnny had told me so I asked him to introduce me. Probably wasn’t the best idea to do it when I was drunk but he’s always had bad timing.” He shrugs. “He’d mentioned that you were fresh out of a tough relationship and I just… I don’t know, I just said the first thing that came to my mind and drunk me thought it was funny. Which obviously, it wasn’t.”

“I know we’ve already kissed-” he points to your stomach. “clearly, but I’d like to think of this as our first kiss.”

You grimace. “That works for me because honestly, I don’t remember much of that night.”

“I must have been doing something wrong, then.” He jokes.

“Guess you’ll have to show me again.”

He grins. “Deal. But first, I’m taking you on a date.

. . .

“I knew he’d come around.” Taryn grins, finishing the last of your makeup. When she heard that Matt was taking you on a date, she begged you to let her help you get ready. You were going to ask her anyway because you wanted to spend as much time with her and Chantal as you could before they went home. It was unlikely you would be able to see them again until after the baby is born and that thought freaks you out because you’re nearly 33 weeks and your doctor told you that you can deliver as early as 37 weeks.

So you only have about a month left to prepare yourself for childbirth. Luckily, Chantal has been so helpful, answering any questions you have and you feel so blessed that you have her to help you through this.

“I knew it was coming too.” Chantal says from her spot on the bed. You’re half certain you saw tears in her eyes when you told her that Matt had asked you on a date but you cried too so you can’t make fun.

“You guys have been hoping for this, haven’t you?”

Chantal shrugs and hides a smile. “Maybe.”

Taryn nods. “The way you two look at each other totally gives away your feelings. It’s weird seeing Matt like that.”

“Like what?”

“Nice. Honestly, a little unsettling.”

“Taryn.” Chantal scolds and the youngest Tkachuk raises her hands.

“I’m joking.” She mutters. “Kind of.”

Chantal just sighs but smiles when she looks at you.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Your face turns pink from her compliment but it does mean a lot knowing that Matt’s mom approves of you despite the unusual circumstances. You know that some parents might have had reservations about the situation you and Matt are in but Chantal and Keith treated you with nothing but respect and kindness since the start of this and you will forever be grateful.

“Well, you’re all done.” Taryn says, stepping back to admire her work. “You’re going to knock his socks off.”

“Even being 8 months pregnant?” You ask hesitantly.

“Especially being 8 months pregnant.” Chantal assures you.

Her assurance makes you feel a little better but when there is a knock on the door, you’re suddenly extremely nervous.

“Come in!” Taryn yells and Matt pokes his head in with a grin on his face. When he looks at you, his eyes go wide and mouth drops a little.

He stutters over his words which makes you feel better.

“Cat got your tongue, Tkachuk?” You ask, trying to hide the pleased look on your face.

He shakes his head and grins, walking over and taking your hands in his. “Just admiring how beautiful my girl is.”

“Your girl? Awfully presumptuous.” You joke but your heart warms at his words. You can hear Chantal literally awe.

Matt just grins and leads you out of the apartment and to his car. He even opens the door for you and you raise an eyebrow but don’t comment.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” You ask when he slides in the drivers seat.

“Nope.” He says, sending you a sly grin.

You know it’s pointless arguing with him so you just smile back and rest your head on the seat, watching out the window until you reach your destination.

. . .

Matt knows you better than you thought because instead of bringing you to a fancy, high end restaurant, he brings you to a small but cute diner the two of you frequently go to. He knows it’s your favourite and it make you happy knowing that he notices small things like this.

“This okay?” He asks once the two of you are seated. He looks a little nervous and you want to get rid of any worries that he has.

“It’s perfect,” you assure him. “I love it.”

And you, you nearly say and you almost fall out of your seat at the realization.

Do you love Matt? You care for him deeply, that’s not a question and you know your feelings for him have been shifting lately. The kiss proved that, but were you confusing love, with infatuation? Or were you starting to actually have those feelings for him?

The better question is whether it’s a good idea to let yourself have these feelings right now because while this is nice, the two of you are about to be parents and any strong feelings like that can make things messy, especially if Matt doesn’t feel the same way.

You know you’ll have to acknowledge and deal with these feelings soon but for now, you let yourself enjoy the night, stealing fries off Matt’s plate while he pretends not to notice and arguing playfully about baby names.

It’s a problem for another night.

......

a/n: i wanna be like OH WE GOT THE FIRST KISS but technically this isn’t the first kiss because, well, you know 

[livingforcoopsandoknutzy]

I just read all of your fics and they are so so good! Can you write something with 41 and 45 for coops?

Thank you so much!! <33

“Do you want to talk about it or be distracted from it?” + “It’s bad again. It’s really, really bad again."

All credit goes to @lumosinlove bless that beautiful brain of hers

TW: depression/mentions of past abuse

   Remus could always tell when Sirius was trapped in his head. Sirius would get reclusive and silent, he would go from being clingy to touch averse and it broke Remus’s heart without fail every single time.

   Sirius would often get that way around the anniversary of leaving and a certain time in November, which was what was happening now. It was November 19th and Sirius had been in the process of shutting down for two days but today was the worst of it.

   Remus had gone to bed at two in the morning, not being able to stay up any longer. Sirius had promised to come to bed soon but when Remus woke up the next morning the sheets on his bed were still made.

   Making his way downstairs, he found Sirius sitting on the couch staring blankly at the wall, purple bags under his eyes that confirmed Remus’s suspicions that he hadn’t slept at all. Remus had made his way loudly over to the couch in hopes of not startling Sirius.

   It hadn’t helped and as soon as Remus sat down Sirius’s head snapped to him, his eyes wide and panicked. Remus knew better than to touch him when he got like this so he sat farther away and talked to him in a calming voice.

   “Baby, it’s just me. You weren’t there when I woke up, did you sleep in here?” He asked gently, relieved that Sirius had calmed down when he realized it was Remus instead of freaking out further. Sirius just shook his head, not vocalizing which Remus had expected.

   Remus just nodded and snuggled into the couch, offering a silent strength for Sirius if he needed it. They sat like that for about an hour before the tension finally left Sirius and he actually laid his head down in Remus’s lap.

   Sirius let out a quiet sigh when Remus’s hand found his hair. “You okay, love?” He asked quietly. Sirius shuddered at the name and shook his head slowly. “It’s bad again. It’s really, really bad again.” He said quietly, a slight waver in his voice. Remus dropped his head so he could kiss Sirius’s forehead. 

   “I’ve got you, baby. Do you want to talk about it or be distracted from it?” Sirius laid quietly for a second, his hand finding Remus’s free one and playing with his fingers. “Can I talk about it?” Remus was almost shocked into silence. Sirius seldom talked about things from his past, not more than two sentences and never into details but Remus would be damned if he didn’t listen when Sirius finally did.

   Remus just nodded, his arm tightening around Sirius’s waist so he could pull him to where he was more laying on him than sitting his head in Remus’s lap. Sirius snuggled into the embrace, his forehead pressed into Remus’s neck.

   “When I was growing up there were only two people in my family who didn’t hate me. Two people besides my brother who never laid a hand on me.” Remus clenched his jaw, fighting the anger that washed over him every time Sirius mentions or subtly mentions the abuse he suffered as a child.

   “My Great Uncle Alfred and my cousin Andromeda. My Great Uncle Alfred was cast out when I was about six years old, he’d send me secret cards when he could and would tell me to keep my head up. He’d been gay and when my family learned his secret they’d kicked him out. They burned him off the stupid family tree.” Remus buried his nose into Sirius’s curls when Sirius took a break to get his voice back under control. Sirius leaned his head back into the touch.

   “He was great and I loved him but Andromeda was always there for me. She’d show up randomly as if she could just tell when things were getting worse and she’d take me away for a weekend or something.” Sirius had a faint smile on his face, it was bittersweet and Remus was almost afraid to hear the rest of the story. “Eight years ago today she came and told everyone she was moving away with her boyfriend who was half Swedish.” 

   Sirius scoffed and Remus felt his heart sink when he saw the tears in his eyes. “My family, of course, lost their minds because he wasn’t French and she was kicked out of the family, her picture burned off the family tree just like that.” Sirius cleared his throat and pushed harder against Remus’s neck as if he needed the reminder that Remus was there.

   Remus held his head close and dropped kisses to his dark locks. “I was so mad at her for leaving me, I was just so angry but my family kept talking about her. They kept calling her a blood traitor and a whole bunch of other names I didn’t understand then. I went off, told them that if anything she was doing the right thing, she deserved to get away she was too good for us all anyway.” Sirius let out a weak laugh and shook his head.

   “I told my mother that they shouldn’t talk about her like that because at least she wasn’t still in the loop of inbreds.” His voice dropped off and when he started talking again it was much darker. “My mother hadn’t found that amusing. She had slapped me across the face before it even left my mouth. She had been too angry to properly punish me so she left it to my father.” Sirius started trembling and Remus tightened his hold around him protectively.

   “I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Remus whispered as he pressed a kiss to Sirius’s temple. Sirius just huddled closer and fell silent for a minute. “He beat me so bad I nearly died. I broke three ribs and my wrist but they wouldn’t let me go to the doctor. My mother locked me in the cellar and left me there for a week. Regulus had to come and sneak me food because neither of my parents thought about the fact that I was going to starve.” Sirius let out a bitter laugh. “Or maybe they did, maybe that was the point.”

   Remus bit his lip hard as his vision swarmed with tears. How could someone so precious and so amazing be treated like that? It was times like these that Remus remembered how strong Sirius was, if it had been anyone else Remus knew for a fact they would have been broken by now.

  “I was so mad at Andromeda for such a long time. I never returned any of her letters but she never stopped sending them.” Sirius sniffled and closed his eyes tightly. “Until she did. I thought she had finally taken the hint, it had made me much sadder than I thought it would have since I was the one ignoring her anyway. Turns out she had a daughter and had died during childbirth. Regulus had to tell me since no one else ever spoke of her.”

  Sirius shifted so he could press his forehead against Remus’s seeking more comfort than Remus knew how to give. Remus tightened his grip and pulled Sirius closer until he was straddling Remus, chests flush together but in a way that was more intimate than any of their other ‘intimate’ moments.

   Sirius made a broken sound and Remus felt tears fall from his own eyes as he watched Sirius’s expression change into a deeply tortured expression. “It was my own fault for never reaching out to her. I- I should have answered.” Sirius let out a sob and buried his face in Remus’s chest. “If I had just returned her letters instead of being stupid and petty I would have gotten to see how she was, I would have gotten to knew her daughter. Re, I could’ve been an Uncle to her but I was so angry about being alone that I ignored all of it. She probably hates me.”

  Sirius made an utterly broken sound and Remus held him as tightly as he could, trying to keep his own cries silent.

  “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He said quietly, wishing at that moment harder than he ever had that he could have known Sirius growing up, that he could have helped him through all the stuff he went through. He never should have had to go through that, much less as a child. Nothing in Sirius’s life was fair and all Remus wanted was to fix it.

   “You’re so strong, kind, and good Sirius. She couldn’t hate you, it sounded like she loved you a lot. You never should have gone through any of that and I’m so sorry you had to go through it alone, just know you don’t have to anymore. You’ve got me, or James, or Dumo. You have the whole team, you’re not alone anymore.” 

   Remus dropped sloppy kisses all over Sirius’s shoulder. “Thank you for telling me, I know that’s hard.” Sirius let out shuddering breaths and pulled back to look at Remus. A slightly hysterical laugh rose from his throat and he rested his forehead back on Remus’s. 

   “You’re not supposed to be crying mon loup, that wasn’t my intention.” Remus shook his head quickly. “I know I’m sorry but just- none of that was fair. You shouldn’t have had to go through any of that.” Sirius laughed softly and kissed Remus gently.

   “I love you.” Sirius whispered, his eyes fluttering closed again. Remus basked in the warm feeling of being so close to Sirius. “Je t'aime aussi.” Sirius opened his eyes and shook his head, a fond smile on his face as Remus wiped the tears on his cheeks away with the pad of his thumbs.

   “We should go to bed, I know you didn’t sleep last night.” Remus said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Sirius’s nose. Sirius just buried his face in Remus’s neck. “You know me too well, mon loup.” Remus laughed quietly. 

   Sirius pulled his face away with a tired smile. “Carry me?” Remus laughed as he gripped Sirius’s thighs and shifted to the edge of the couch. Sirius let out a contented sigh and wrapped his arms around Remus’s neck.

   Remus picked him up with minimal problems and carried him to the bed where he dumped him precariously on the bed making Sirius laugh. Remus smiled at the sound, it was something that he hadn’t heard in days and he had missed it more than he cared to admit.

   Remus climbed in next to him and put his arm out so Sirius could tuck himself into his side. When Sirius was in the need of comfort he would tuck himself into a ball and rest his knees on Remus’s stomach.

   Normally, Remus would push them off but Sirius was already drifting and Remus didn’t think he could move him even if he wanted to. So he ignored the ache it caused and turned his nose into Sirius’s hair seeking out the comforting smell he hadn’t gotten in a few days.

   Remus kissed Sirius’s forehead and sighed. “I hope you’re happy now. I hope you know you have a family and we are here no matter what. We love you no matter what.” It fell on deaf ears as Sirius had already fallen asleep, Remus drifted soon after.

[leejungchans]

juliet’s relationships with ateez.

they’re so beautiful i’m gonna fucking cryhdjhfjshsjs i’m going through it 💔

#HONGJOONG; (HONGLIET)

juliet is the self-proclaimed favourite child of hongjoong

she was very shy pre-debut and was scared of clashing with him, so they never fought

they became a lot closer when she asked hongjoong to help her with her rapping; she was always trained to be a vocalist so she thought her rapping needed work and (shyly) approached him asking for his advice

as they became more comfortable with each other, she learnt to honestly communicate her thoughts with him

makes sure hongjoong doesn’t overwork himself; brings him food, coffee, or just accompanies him silently when he’s working; will not hesitate to use her sad puppy eyes to convince him to go back to their dorm so he can get proper rest

she always looks on with a very proud smile when she hears hongjoong speaking in english; he picked up a little bit of her aussie accent too :>

actually doesn’t mind being a little shorter than him but she wears platform shoes a lot to tease him; he has jokingly threatened to throw them away

she is very worried about his scalp; but she loved his red and blue hair, and of course the famous mullet

with hongjoong especially it’s literally “juliet see, juliet do” :c

hongjoong dotes on juliet especially because she will always be a baby in his eyes; when they first met she was around 15, so he has always been really gentle with her; he looks after her extremely well

never lets her pay for anything despite her protests

she wants to treat him to stuff too :<

overall a very wholesome relationship

#SEONGHWA; (HWALIET)

another very, very wholesome relationship

he’s so, so gentle with her but will goof around with her too :(((

is the one who brings snacks, an extra jacket or blanket for her because she always forgets

when they first debuted, juliet would be very uneasy before public appearances because of the hate and comments she’d get; seonghwa was always there to calm her down and support her

when she was still in school he would nag her to do her homework hajshwjsj

she’s close with all the boys’ family but perhaps the closest with seonghwa’s and will sometimes visit his family with him during breaks!!

seonghwa is usually the first person juliet goes to if she’s having a bad day

she clings to him a lot, like, a lot; she will attach herself to his arm like a koala any chance she gets

sharing almost identical disgusted expressions

he always makes sure she’s eating; he gets sad if she doesn’t

late night talks with warm tea

each other’s #1 hype man; as much as she acts disgusted when seonghwa does aegyo or purposefully acts sexy, you can always hear her cheering him on in the background

that doesn’t mean she doesn’t tease him though

“excuse me, please put your tongue away” “mY hiPs aRe fLeXibLe” “sO hAwT” “wOw, AmAziNg” “...please stop”

#YUNHO; (JUNHO)

two babies

juliet lives to see yunho smile and it’s her life’s mission to make sure he stays happy forever

yunho always gives her piggyback rides

the height difference between these two is the funniest thing ever because she isn’t even that short but she always looks like a dwarf next to yunho

“uh...excuse me, you’re forgetting something :/” “huh? ohhh...[crouches down to match her height]” “thank you :D”

yunho brings out juliet’s happiest side effortlessly because it’s just impossible to be sad around him

that being said, yunho is her designated giant teddy bear whenever she’s sad

they always start dancing out of nowhere

you will hear her whooping and cheering very loudly in the background whenever yunho twerks and stuff

yunho’s fellow harry potter fan

he likes pinching her cheeks, patting her head and playing with her hair

but if he tries to use her head as an armrest she will kick him (out of love :3)

#YEOSANG; (SANGLIET)

someone save ateez from these two because they love roasting everyone

will not hesitate to roast each other as well

best friends who judge people together

when the others say or do something questionable, you can sometimes see yeosang and juliet exchange looks or hide their faces from secondhand embarrassment

little beans who get shy easily :(

she is yeosang’s biggest hype man; he could literally just be breathing and she will still go “wow, a living statue, absolutely breathtaking” “an angel sent to us from the heavens above” “yes, vocal king! yes, dance legend!”

they do everything in tiny :((((((((

they dance to the ponytail song together

she loves his birthmark so much and practically tells him that every day; she thinks it makes him even more beautiful and unique

he likes her cooking a lot so she always makes him food and lets him help out

“please don’t cut off your finger...” “do fingers grow back?” “i don’t know but i don’t want to find out from you.”

The™ best comedic duo but no one is ready to admit that yet

#SAN; (JUSAN)

juliet constantly judges san jokingly but she’s honestly just as chaotic

he once spun her ipad on his finger and almost dropped it; she didn’t speak to him for an hour

like hongjoong, san also picked up on her aussie accent a bit

juliet goes :OOOO every time san shows off his martial arts skills

if they’re not wreaking havoc together, then one of them is filming the other wreaking havoc alone while laughing hysterically behind the camera

she looks up to san so, so much; the way he improved his dancing tremendously through hard work and determination inspires her deeply

they learn other groups’ choreographies together

hypes the other up for everything

loves his voice so much; listens to him sing with heart eyes and vice versa

so, so clingy :((( they’re just tiny babies who need a lot of love and affection

juliet loves san so much and it breaks her heart knowing that he struggles with self-esteem like she does; they have a lot of deep talks where they talk for hours in the dark

#MINGI; (2MIN)

2Min!!!!!! 🥺

a giant and a baby

that only applies to their heights, though; because they’re both babies personality-wise

juliet is either being loud and dumb with him or she’s going “ahsjajsj please stop, we’re idols •_•”; there is no in between

she’d let mingi give her more piggyback rides but the first time he gave her one he almost dropped her

juliet never shuts up about how good mingi is at rapping and dancing; she’ll tell you that at least once a day

“anyways, mingi is such a good rapper and dancer. did i mention how phenomenal he is? because he is the best rapper and dancer :]”

whenever juliet sings/dances, mingi always looks on very proudly

“our main vocalist/dancer, everyone!”

her designated giant teddy bear number 2

like with hongjoong, she makes sure mingi is eating and sleeping because he works a lot too :(

it makes mingi really happy when she tries to rap his parts

juliet is the leader of the mingi protection squad, if you hurt him she’ll actually k word you in your sleep

#WOOYOUNG; (2YOUNG)

2Young; when they get paired up together for stuff, they introduce themselves with “2!” “Young!”

dear god, they are so loud

she’s either the first one shushing him or the others are telling both of them to shut up

wooyoung screams a lot so to juliet the only solution is to be even louder

siblings who annoy each other but also love the other to bits and will kill for each other

one time they did a v-live together and an atiny pointed out how when juliet says “no” it sounds like “noerrrrr”; wooyoung hasn’t let it go since and clowns her for it every chance he gets

one minute they’re bickering over something stupid and the next they’re cuddling on the sofa and laughing at random stuff on their phones

wooyoung teases her for literally everything, from her height to her australian accent; it’s a miracle she hasn’t killed him yet

“wooyoung dance king!”

she loves his vocals so much :(

she also loves his laugh; she thinks it’s very contagious and it always makes her laugh even harder

very clingy pt.2 :(((((

they like to cook together; despite juliet’s constant teasing, she genuinely loves his cooking

the biggest army’s

the duo that has everyone wrapped around their fingers

#JONGHO; (JONGLIET)

they’re the youngest ones so they’re bound to be chaotic together

they have a secret handshake!!

since they’re the only ones who don’t share a birth year with anyone in the group, they call themselves the “21st century duo”

another tom-and-jerry relationship but they love each other to bits i promise :’)

high note battles that make the others go •_•

their duets though :’)))) a blessing

when they sang miss a’s “good-bye baby” together at mama 2019

vocal legends

jongho always use the fact that she’s the youngest against her, especially when they’re asked to do aegyo

“i think the maknae should do it >:)” “jongHO SHUTUPJAGSJAJS”

“well, he’s the youngest among the boys, so i think he should go too”; cue his look of ultimate betrayal

imagine her face when she saw his red hair for the first time :(

“omgomgomg now you’re a real apple!!!” :(((((

more piggyback rides!!

okay, but juliet is honestly so grateful for jongho; they’re the closest in age so it’s always very easy for her to talk to him and she loves him a lot :’(

they understand each other very deeply and usually they don’t need to exchange words to know what the other is thinking/feeling

she can overthink a lot and in those moments he’s her voice of reason and is always there to help her through those times

partners in crime :>