#but I love this song with all my heart and soul

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black sheep.. rockstar!han se-mi x f!reader written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)

pairing(s) : han se-mi x f!reader contents : fluff/comfort - based off the song, black sheep by metric. se-mi is a flirt, kissing, cute little fic for all my se-mi lovers. synopsis : han se-mi, a soulful vocalist and guitarist of the local band voulez-vous, shares a stage with her closest friends—choi su-bong (stage name thanos) on the drums, nam-gyu on bass, and park min-su on keyboard at their town's beloved tavern. you happened to be one of their biggest fans, your best interest set on the band's guitarist. among the sea of faces, you push through, eager to catch a glimpse of her, to make her notice you. little did you know, in a room overflowing with her devoted followers, her gaze had already found you. wc : 2.46k taglist : @knfthxv @ilovwfurina @saebyeokbliss @jumpedthenfell-13 @room-722 @amorisi @merwdusa @0idk0idc

(a/n) inspired by my fav doomed yuri nana & hachi! reader is basically hachi and misato combined? i hope you guys enjoy! ^-^ i'd recommend listening to black sheep by metric while reading <3 (for more, masterlist)

se-mi looked at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. the vanity light reflected her pasty black eyeshadow, her eyebrows knitted together.

the weight of pre-show nerves pressed on her chest. she needed to clear her head, to escape the swirling thoughts of her ex-girlfriend who had just walked out on her, right before she was supposed to take the stage.

"i've never even loved you anyways."

her voice lingered in se-mi's mind, mocking her, degrading her.

however, she didn't feel sad or angry.. not even disappointed. she just felt.. off.

if she were to be honest, the relationship was nothing but suffocating.

she had once thought being with someone would be fulfilling, but every moment with her ex had only made her feel more alone.

her breath came raggedly, erratic, as though it couldn’t find a rhythm of its own.

she reached for her cigarette case, putting a cig in between her lips, flicking open her cherry red zippo, cupping it slowly to shield it from the room's embarrassingly weak air conditioner.

click!

the tip of her cigarette glowed ember-red, crackling softly as she took a slow drag. the air went thick in the dressing room.

just as she was about to exhale the smoke out of her lungs, thanos rudely barged in to the room, making se-mi cough out the smoke that clawed her throat.

"WE'RE ON IN FIVE!" thanos yelled, smiling giddily, shoving his hand into the pockets of his leather jacket before skipping around the room in circles, as if nothing was amiss.

se-mi furrowed her eyebrows at the scene unfolding. "are you.."

"are you high!?" she interrogated, her voice going an octave higher.

"nope!" the purple hair assured, popping the 'p' with flair before twirling back out the door. "now lets goooou!"

se-mi rolled her eyes. useless. she thought.

this is going to be a long night.

the tavern pulsed with life, thick with the scent of beer, sweat, and something electric that buzzed beneath the surface—anticipation, excitement, the kind of feverish energy that only came alive when voulez-vous was on stage. a staple of the town’s nightlife, their music echoed in the hearts of those who packed into this dimly lit space night after night.

you had been here before, countless times, a face lost in a sea of voices screaming her name. all you wished for, was for her to notice you.

tired from fading into the background, you devised your plan���push your way to the front row.

before the show started, your eyes observed the tight room filled with fans from all over the region.

your grip on the souvenir you’d bought for se-mi kept you grounded as you made your way through.

the rusty metal stairs creaked under your ankle boots, just the staircase alone was holding about 20 people on it.

pushing through the bodies, the heat of the crowd pressing in from every side, you fought your way closer. nothing could stop you now.

the lights dim as you were nearing the front row.

your eyes were glued to the stage as the band entered. you mindlessly shoved gently on the people in your way, earning a few stares and 'hey watch it!"'s in the process.

you didn't care.. you were determined, adrenaline rushing throughout your body. you were so close.

you reached the front, finally, breathless, gripping the edge of the stage as she struck the first chord. the sound hung in the air, suspended in time.

you felt the breath in your lungs get knocked out when the stage lights flickered on, illuminating the band with a golden haze.

the crowd surged around you, restless, as they scream their names. fan girls squealing and reaching their hands out.

you'd usually do the same thing, but you took your time admiring the crew.

the bass rumbled through the wooden floors beneath your feet, nam-gyu’s steady rhythm syncing with the pounding in your chest. thanos was a storm behind his drum, every beat hitting just right. min-su's fingers delicately danced around the keys, his melodies weaving through the chaos like fireflies in the dark.

and se-mi

oh, se-mi.

she was a vision—the way her raven hair clung to her forehead, the way she parts her lips uttering every single ounce of herself into the music. her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

the way her fingers blurred over the strings, a raw, soulful melody spilling from the amp.

se-mi gripped the mic stand like it was a lifeline, her voice threading the set like a siren's call.

oh boy, were you hooked.

you stood there entranced, eyes wide, mouth agape before you realized you’d been staring for far too long and missed the chance to immerse yourself in the song, to join the crowd in their chorus of screams and chants.

your eyes were stuck on the short haired vocalist. her strong aura pulling you in. your heart thrumming to the rhythm of her performance.

as the song nears its end, se-mi's gaze lifted.

guitar still slung over her shoulder, her slender fingers curled around the neck of it as she strummed, she saw you.

in a sea full of people, her gaze found yours.

not to her band members, not to the crowd chanting her name,

yours.

you were dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the music, your hair spilling over your shoulders.

se-mi's breath caught in her throat. she was drooling over the fact how even when you were wedged between strangers.. you still looked effortlessly pretty.

something about you drew her in.

for a fleeting moment, everything else fell away—the weight of her ex, the chaos of the night—and she was left with nothing but the sight of you.

a shiver ran down your spine as you realized she was looking directly at you. time slowed, the world fading to nothing as her gaze locked onto yours.

the air shifted, charged with something unspoken.

se-mi faltered for just a second, missing an unnoticeable note before she regained her composure.

she tried to play it of by tilting her head at you, a knowing smirk played on her face as the first song ended.

coming here was worth it. you thought.

she sang directly to you, her sultry, low voice wrapped around you like a secret, a melody that was meant for no one else.

your pulse stuttered as she leaned in closer to the mic, her eyes still bore on you.

the crowd roared, oblivious to the little interaction you and se-mi had.

you've never felt more seen.

other women's hands reached for her, their high-pitched voice screamed her name. but it didn't matter..

not when she was looking at you with those eyes.

you didn't know what it meant, if it was real or not. or maybe it's just what rockstars are used to—captivating hearts with merely a glance. the final note hung in the air, vibrating through the floorboards before dissolving into the roar of applause.

the crowd erupted, voices screaming, hands clapping, bodies pressing toward the stage in a desperate attempt to hold onto the magic for just a little longer.

se-mi stood at the center of it all, radiant, flushed, her chest rising and falling as she smiled lazily.

she loved the adoration, the chaos, the thrill of hearing people scream her name. but there was something that made her unable to fully relish in satisfaction.

the band bowed, thanked the audience, and then the stage lights dimmed.

se-mi's band started leaving the stage, but she stayed behind to scan the crowd.

she was looking for you.

the venue buzzed with energy, conversations colliding in an explosion of post-show adrenaline.

nothing.

no signs of you.

no signs of your face anywhere.

you took a deep breath when you stepped out of the venue. the cold air hitting your face, piles of snow littered the ground below you. you stood beside the entrance as waves of people walked out, daydreaming.

you were definitely satisfied by the band's performance today and you were specifically thrilled by se-mi's silent flirting.

after she took notice of you, she'd leave quiet glances towards you in between notes, what seemed to be her winking and gazing at the crowd felt directed to you.

a content smile painted your face as you tightened your plaid scarf around you.

the same grin faltered seconds after you realized you didn't get a chance to give se-mi your gift. the gift bag still hung heavy in your hands.

you sigh and pouted in disappointment as you opened the gift bag. revealing a black and white knitted scarf with se-mi's name on it and a hand-crafted flower you made, its petals made out of maroon guitar picks.

"ah~ that's too bad.." you sighed, muttering to yourself.

"hm? what's wrong?"

you froze on the spot, breath hitching. you felt the weightless snowflakes starting to pull you down as they pile up on top of your head.

se-mi’s voice.

her tall, slender figure appeared, standing inches from you, her tousled hair framed by the glow of the streetlights. the rest of the band followed her, but she was focused on you.

"s-se-mi?" you stuttered. face turning red at the sight of the raven haired girl, her hair slightly tousled, her guitar case handing behind her. the other bandmates followed her behind inquisitively.

"are these for me?" she smiled mischieviously, her fingers brushed yours as she handled the cute pink vivienne westwood gift bag.

she unraveled the scarf with her name printed across it, her gasp was soft and genuine. "wow, you outdid yourself, pretty girl.." her laugh airy, reaching into the bag to twirl the guitar pick rose, her calloused hands caressing the maroon petals. "did you make this by yourself?"

you nodded slowly. your eyes still glued to her in disbelief. could this really be happening?

se-mi pretended to take a whiff of the flower, sighing. "mm.. aren't you talented?"

your legs weakened.

"se-mi.. i can't believe its you..!" you covered your mouth, trying to suppress your bewildered expression.

se-mi bit on her lip in amusement, her eyes never leaving yours as you rambled on.

"i'm your biggest fan, always have been since your debut! i.. i even got piercings to match you!" you stuttered in awe at the short haired girl in front of you. your confidence faltering as se-mi kept a prolonged eye contact.

se-mi did take notice of your angel fangs in the stage's lighting, the silver metal twinkled in the sea of dim lighting, and she sure loved how cute you were matching her snake bites.

this interaction caught the attention of passerbys and people who had attended the concert, more of them started crowding around you both and whispers turning into squeals as se-mi’s fans noticed her presence.

"thank you doll, i appreciate your support." se-mi whispered sweetly. taking your polished hands in hers and kissing it. sending a bolt of electricity through your veins.

you felt your heart stop as a chorus of excited squeals filled the air.

but se-mi… se-mi didn’t seem to care.

the rest of the band stood to the side, used to se-mi's affect she has on girls.

"how does she get more girls than me? i don't get it!" nam-gyu complained, scratching the back of his neck.

thanos agreed whole-heartedly, patting nam-gyu's back. "girls these days bro.."

"could you please.." you started, quickly getting distracted to scour your purse for the band's first album's cd, and a black marker "..sign these..?"

"anything for you, pretty." se-mi curled her lips into a grin.

you felt your knees buckle. your arms felt like jelly as you offered her your cd and pen. your fingers grazing together a second too long.

se-mi started scribbling on the cd, longer than you anticipated. you couldn't believe the person you admire the most was standing there in front of you, blatantly flirting with you.

"and what's your name doll?" se-mi stepped an inch closer, enough to close the distance, the faint scent of cologne and sweat clinging to her skin.

her voice was low, and it sent your pulse into an overdrive.

your heart was beating ten times faster now, you gave her your name and she gave you a toothy grin in satisfaction.

"ah, what did i do to deserve such a pretty girl at my show today?" se-mi laughed softly at your shy demeanor, tilting her head to the side, handing you your signed cd back.

you screamed internally. half of your red face was now hidden by the cd that you held close to your face.

"se-mi we've got to catch the bus now. hurry on," thanos reminded the raven haired girl. the rest of the band started retreating to the back of the venue where the oversized bus was parked in.

your bright, refreshed face quickly simmered down at the realization that you'd never get to interact with se-mi like this again. and she saw the change in your expression and she knows it shouldn't've, but it hurt her.

she turned back to you, eyes lingering.

"don't be hesitant to text me yeah, pretty? i'd like to get to know you more." se-mi winked.

your face scrunched in confusion as you divert your attention back to the signed cd, her number was written on it with a heart doodled on the side.

your face lit up once more, sparkling with energy. your heart raced at the fact that you've just got se-mi's number.

"thank you, se-mi.." you stammered, fidgeting with the cd case.

"the pleasure's all mine doll." se-mi smiled gently at you, taking in your warm presence. "will i meet you again at my next concert?"

you nodded enthusiastically now, gaining more confidence. "yeah, i'll be there!"

se-mi couldn't keep the smile off her face even after she had turn her back away from you, but she felt the need to make the moment last longer.

she impulsively turned back to you to lean down and sneak a light kiss on your sweet lips. her touch soft, sweet, and full of promise, before retreating next to her band members. looking back at you for the last time with a wink!

this most definitely created an uproar at the crowd that was circling you both. but you drowned out their screaming, instead focusing on the sound of your own heartbeat.

the ghost of her lips lingered on yours, you lifted your fingers to graze your bottom lip. the taste of her beer flavored lips still present on your cherry tasting one.

you went home that day screaming into your pillow, body weak, wondering if you should text her.

you missed her already!

[blue-jisungs]

HELLOOOOOOOOOO CONGRATULATIONS TO MY ONE AND ONLY ON 8K FOLLOWERS LETSGOOOOOO

so proud of you bro

sooooo 👉👈 I was wondering if you could do jaemin + pearls b u t specifically with one of those pearl back necklaces 👀 whatever the context but it could be him getting jealous or looking respectfully

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ WISH YOU COULD🧸ྀི — respectful boyfie jaem being whipped :p ( wc 1155 )

[ extras ] a small fight between them, reader drinks alcohol, reader wears a backless dress high key inspired by the one linked and the one in the pic ! also can u guess which idol i wanted to write w this idea in the first place based on the linked song~~~

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! MOTHERRR !!! TYSM I LOVE UUUU <3 thank u for sticking around hehe!! hope u like this one <33

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“you’re joking”

your intense stare drilled jaemin’s soul inside and out. he frowned, shaking his head.

“angel, don’t get mad. you know how hell of a schedule mark and haechan have, we have to cherish it” jaemin pouted, grabbing his phone. “it’s just dinner”

“it’s my company’s banquet!” you whined, tossing your calendar on the table. jaemin chewed at his bottom lip, flipping the pages to see the date. he remembered when you put that in three months ago.

“i know, i’m so sorry. but you know that next week jeno has–“ jaemin started. the dinner with his friends was unexpectedly moved - and even though he protested, it was the only available date. “you said you didn’t even want to go”

“but i have to” you grunted, pinching the bridge of your nose. you wouldn’t admit that you already bragged about bringing your boyfriend with you.

you huffed, glancing at the clock. you had four hours to get ready.

“whatever. i’ll order an uber” you hissed, leaving the living room.

jaemin figured he won’t bother you longer. he felt bad, he really wanted to go with you. but…

but you’re here alone now, sipping on a vodka sour.

the room was huge and finely decorated. your company truly went all in, renting such a luxurious place. the food was delicious too, servers in tuxedos not missing a chance to offer small appetizers.

the gold ornaments and huge chandelier made you feel like in an old romantic movie, marble vases with fresh flowers acting like a set. you wished jaemin was here, he’d appreciate the beauty of it as well.

even the music! a jazz band was rented out and jealousy gnawed at your heart upon seeing couples dancing to the slow rhythm on the dance floor. ridiculously in love, enjoying the moment.

you sighed and swirled the glass, ice clanking. your phone kept occasionally buzzing from the inside of your clutch bag laying on the bar counter. you didn’t bother to check it. if it was jaemin, he should know better. you were sour that he didn’t come along (perhaps even more sour than the name of your drink would suggest).

“oh, girl…” you heard a sigh.

you looked through your arm and smiled softly upon seeing your bestie.

ningning tsked and shook her head, approaching you. her gaze stuck on your exposed back and she gently touched the pearl lining running along your spine.

“holy shit, you look amazing?” she gasped and you just grinned. ningning made her way next to you, mouth agape “like, you’re kidding. the back? girl… the pearls?”

“i bought this dress a while ago, didn’t have a chance to wear it” you admitted and scanned her “you look hot as hell too, miss girl”

she just giggled and ordered herself a drink too.

“can’t believe this asshole of yours…” she started but just saw how your jaw tensed.

“don’t even mention it” you mumbled, drowning any more words with your alcoholic beverage.

“are you having fun though?” she asked and the bartender handed her order.

“do i look like i am?” you snickered and looked up, only to meet a pair of familiar eyes looking at you through ningning’s shoulder.

you’ve been at the banquet for three hours now, bored to death. and, maybe, a couple of drinks too much. so you weren’t even sure if it’s not your imagination pulling pranks on you.

ningning turned around and scoffed.

“well… have fun. if you want to sleep over at mine, just find me” she sing-sang and walked away mischievously, drink in her hand.

you turned your gaze the other way, leaning your face on your hand. the bartender suddenly seemed like the most interesting person in the whole room, the way he poured the liquors and mixed them.

you felt someone approach you and you just tapped frustrated at the counter.

“angel…” you huffed, trying to turn your head even more.

you heard a soft sigh of resignation.

“if that makes you feel better, i couldn’t stop staring at you ever since i arrived”

you slowly turned your gaze, meeting jaemin’s ebony irises. his features were soft yet… there was a certain look on his face. some kind of regret, some kind of… possessiveness.

maintaining eye contact, you took another sip of your drink.

“that dress… holy shit. the pearls…” he hummed, shamelessly checking you out. well, that was your plan in the first place. he couldn't look away, a small chuckle leaving his lips “i kinda regret i arrived just now. everyone else got to see you like this before me”

he was trying to get you to talk - and you were trying to give him the silent treatment. but he could see your facade was slowly breaking, the need to reply with a snarky comment growing stronger.

jaemin turned his gaze to your face and smiled gently at the sight of your pearl earrings to match. earrings, which he gave you for your first anniversary.

“i’m sorry. i should’ve made it clear for the boys that i already made plans with you. we ate dinner and i left. i just had to” he apologized, honesty in his voice. “it won’t happen again”

“obviously. since it’s one time of a thing” you mumbled and ignored the proud smirk growing on his face.

you tried to ignore him, in general. he had no right looking this handsome in an elegant suit with his hair slicked back. when did he even find the time to change? and why does such outfit fit him so well?

he cleared his throat, eyes wandering at your exposed back again. now it was your turn to swallow a cocky smile behind your drink. the dress worked like a wonder.

“i know i’m fine” you hummed and put away the empty glass.

jaemin looked you in the eye and you both knew you’re good now. you knew he was waiting to make it up to you; it was just who jaemin was. he has a soft heart and hates making you upset.

“i know you wish you could” you teased, finally stepping closer to him.

“oh, that is correct” he played along, a proud smile growing on his features. “can i…?”

you stared at his outstretched hand, dramatically humming in deep thought.

you just grabbed your bag and took his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

the jazz band was still playing a slow, romantic rhythm.

“jaemin” you hummed, wrapping your hands behind his neck. your boyfriend gently held your hips, swaying you to the rhythm. “you know, i appreciate it. that you came, in the end”

“of course. sorry you had to deal with my foolishness first, though” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips brushing yours “also, this dress is really, really gorgeous. not sure if i mentioned.”

you just giggled, pulling him closer to seal his lips in a passionate kiss.

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[yeoningz]

FOR LOVERS｡ ࿔✶⋆.˚ 강태현

⧼ 🎐 ⧽ 一 pairing｡ ⸝⸝⸝ kang taehyun ✗ fem!reader genre ｡ ｡ ｡ est. relationship, smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

you've never had to call out your safeword before, but during a rough punishment taehyun takes it too far. luckily, he's right there to pick up the pieces when you fall apart.

warnings｡ ⸝⸝⸝ minors do not interact .ᐟ rough sex, explicit language, bdsm elements, established relationship, safeword use, traffic light system, aftercare, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, pussy slapping, vaginal fingering, degredation + dirty talk, lots of pet names (and one use of "whore" and "slut"), cuddles and kisses, sharing a bath word count｡ 1 . 8 k | ⧼ 💿⋆˚࿔ ⧽ 一 to library｡

[notes｡] this is a rewrite + repost of an old fic from last year on my old blog! i care very deeply about this cute sweet lil fic and i hope you all enjoy it for taehyun's birthday <3 caught between the pages will be finished and posted by this weekend, so look out for that! reblogs and feedback are deeply appreciated!

TAEHYUN WAS THE sweetest lover you've ever had. He just had a knack for making you feel wanted, cherished even in the simplest of moments. It was in the way that he memorized every minute detail about you; exactly how sweet you liked your coffee in the mornings, the perfect song to play when he tries his hardest to get you to dance. What flavor of ice cream was your favorite to your deepest hopes, desires and dreams, and every little thing in between. The way he would leave you notes between the pages of your books, or listen intently to your silly pointless stories, his big dark eyes like portals into his soul as he looks into yours and never looks away. He treated you as if you had hung the moon and the stars, just for him to enjoy as the two of you spend a nighttime picnic gazing up to the sky. Every day he reminds you time and time again that his heart is wholly yours.

He was a much different man in bed. Rough, controlling, mean when he's pounding away inside of you, his strong hands pinning you down and throwing you around as if you weighed nothing. He dominates you completely, body and mind, his nasty words and painful pleasure turning your brain to mush. And God, you love it— love how small and powerless he made you feel, fucked brainless, drowning out all of your worries until all you could think about was him and his cock.

Usually, when you've had a particularly hard day, Taehyun's dominance is just what you need. His big cock and his filthy mouth taking out all of your stress and leaving you sleepy and satisfied. When you had came home home from work and dropped to your knees at his feet, admitting to him that you had touched yourself on your lunch break in hopes that he would punish you accordingly, you were sure that this time was just like any other.

But something just felt wrong.

You've never had to call out your safeword before, never had it even crossed your mind in the countless times you and Taehyun had sex, but the syllables teeter on the tip of your tongue, threatens to fall from your quivering lips with every thrust of his fingers inside your sore, abused cunt.

Sparks of discomfort crept up on the onslaught of pleasure, your pussy overstimulated past it's limit— three times had he made you cum on his thick, deft fingers, and he seems to have no intention of stopping any time soon. You had told him you could take it, but now... you weren't so sure.

"Tyunnie," you hiccup, squirming underneath his broad frame as he pins you to the bed, the wirey muscles of his arms and pecs flexing from the exertion of pumping his fingers in and out inside of you. "Slow down!"

Taehyun tuts, swiftly pulling his fingers out of your wet hole, and for a swift second you breathe out a sigh of relief— but his hand quickly returns with a hard, stinging slap to your puffy pussy lips, right over your throbbing clit. You shriek from the surprise and the pain, writhing against the bedsheets and pulling hard at the ropes that tied your hands up above your head. your wrists stung from the friction, the pain clashing with the ache in your body in a way that made your head pound.

“I said don’t speak unless spoken to, whore. Stupid slut can’t even follow simple directions." Taehyun growls with a smirk, hot breath caressing the shell of your ear "Take your punishment like the good girl I know you are. What’s your color?”

He's so attentive, still completely absorbed in the scene even while checking in on you. Deep in his dominant headspace, punishing you for breaking his rules, he still always put you and your pleasure first. It makes your heart swell in your chest, overcome with outporing love, and it grounds you enough that the feeling starts to ebb away. His calloused fingertips circle your swollen pearl with practiced precision, your body trapped beneath him with one of your shaking legs hiked up over his shoulder.

“G-green.” you whimper despite your growing qualms. You couldn’t bring yourself to even call out a 'yellow'; you’ve done plenty like this before, plenty worse than this, and never once did it make you feel this way, bother you this much. Surely you could take it. You were just being dramatic. 

"That's my good girl." Taehyun purrs, his mask of anger slipping away for him to press a soft kiss to the back of your knee. He looks so gorgeous in the lamp light, honeyed abs shining, dripping sweat, that you didn’t have the focus to prepare yourself for another wet, messy slap to your pussy, this time even harder. 

It was an act you usually enjoyed, begged for even, couldn’t get enough of; but something much different than pleasure was building inside of you. Something you had never felt before... at least, not with him. Instead of hot, untamed desire, there was overstimulation and discomfort… too much for you to bear. 

You thought you would never have to say it, but one more vigorous pass over your clit has you shrieking out from underneath him, “Red!”

Immediately, Taehyun jerks back like he had been burned, dark wide in shock. “Oh god, baby, are you okay?” he gasps, his shaking hands rushing to untie your wrists from the headboard, “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, angel, where does it hurt—?”

You weren’t sure how you expected him to act, but you certainly didn’t expect him to act like this. All of the color had drained from his face, his eyes wide and panicked as he struggles to calm down his breathing. Taehyun was usually so stoic, so composed; you’ve never seen him this anxious before. 

“I’m okay—“ you start, but never get the chance to finish; he gathers up your wrists in his hands and brings them to his face to inspect them for injuries, rope burn; your squirming and pulling had caused the cords to dig tight into your wrists and bite irritated pink marks into your skin. You didn't even notice they were aching until he freed them, too caught up in trying to swallow down your shock. His worried gaze is so intense it burns into your skin, sends your tummy erupting with butterflies. You can’t help but let out a weak watery giggle as he gently soothes over the marks with his thumbs. “Tyunnie, i’m okay, I promise. It wasn’t the ropes.” 

“What was it then? What happened, honey?” he presses still, angelic voice soft and gentle, a high contrast to the wild look on his face. “What do you need?”

“It was just… too much.” you mutter meekly, averting your eyes, your face hot. It sounds so trivial when said aloud— you were beginning to worry that maybe you had overreacted. Taehyun wouldn't get mad at you for that... would he?

“Too much?” he echoes, cupping your cheek in his palm. “What was too much?” 

“…Everything.” you admit after a moment of hesitation. “It was just all... I don’t know. it’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid.” Taehyun retorts immediately, his brow furrowing. Any attempt you make to soothe his worry seems to do the opposite.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, everything just felt off—“

“Hey.” he snaps, cutting you off; he bends his head to look you deep in the eyes, cinnamon honey gaze so sharp and passionate that it takes your breath away. “Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. It’s okay for it to be too much sometimes. Don’t you dare feel guilty about stopping me.”

“Well, I—“

“I mean it. Please, baby, I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

Your bottom lip wobbles a bit as you rack your frazzled brain for something to say. Luckily, Taehyun beats it to you. “What do you need, angel?” he repeats, his fingers carressing your chin.

“You.” you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Hold me, please?” 

You’re enveloped in Taehyun's thick arms in an instant, strong and warm as he cradles you against his chest, tucks your head underneath his chin so you can listen to his heartbeat. You’re completely enveloped by him, the comforting scent of his cologne, his chest rumbling when he starts to hum a soothing melody. Tears wet your eyelashes and you blink frantically to keep them from overflowing. 

“Of course, baby, I love you so much, my strong girl. Do you want me to run you a bath? We can take it together if you’d like— I’ll wash you, take care of you. I’ll take care of you all night.”

And he does.

The warm soapy bath water washes away all of your worries, leaves your mind blissfully blank as Taehyun massages shampoo through your hair; with your back pressed against his broad chest, snug in between his legs in the tub, you've never felt safer, more at home.

His princess, protected from all of the evil in the world. Her face peppered with gentle kisses when she leans her head back against his shoulder and closes her eyes.

“Angel?” Taehyun asks quietly, breaking the comfortable silence. His soft plump lips ghost your temple, feather light against your warm wet skin. It’s difficult to focus on what he’s saying and not just the rough, husky timber of his usually light voice. 

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you stop me sooner?"

You crack your eyes open. “…What do you mean?”

“why did you push yourself like that instead of telling me right when things stopped feeling good? We use the light system for this exact reason.” he goes quiet for a moment before timidly adding “... You trust me, right?” 

“Of course I trust you, Tyun!” you rush to reassure him, the water in the tub sloshing over the rim when you turn to face him. Neither of you pay it any mind. “It wasn’t you, baby, I... I didn’t want to disappoint you. It was a punishment.”

To your dismay, taehyuns face crumples at your admission. He tucks a strand of wet soapy hair behind your ear. “Y/N… using your safeword would never disappoint me. I don't care if it was a punishment-- I want you to use it, honey. Anytime you need to. I want you to let me know how you’re feeling.” 

“…I’m sorry.” you whisper, bowing your head— Taehyun was quick to lift it back up with his knuckle beneath your chin. Looking into his big beautiful eyes was like looking directly into the sun. 

“Don’t be sorry. Don't ever be afraid to use your safewords ever again, okay?” 

“Okay.” you echo, a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. “I love you.”

Taehyun presses his lips to yours in the chastest, sweetest kiss of any he had given that night. “I love you more.”

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Chuckling, TK slides his tongue into Carlos’s mouth. He kisses like he’s trying to eat Carlos alive, like he wants to suck his soul out, like he regrets every moment they have to spend as two separate entities. He’s a hurricane, big and powerful and sweeping through Carlos’s quiet existence and levelling it to the ground. It permeates Carlos with all sorts of feelings that are probably entirely premature – his romantic heart skipping miles ahead of itself and imagining them in front porch rocking chairs when they’re 85. He doesn’t say any of it aloud, he’s not that stupid, but he thinks it.

There’s something magical in the way that TK touches him, in the way that Carlos feels as they’re tangled in hotel sheets together with their breath mingling and their hands and mouths exploring each other’s bodies.

“What does TK stand for?” he asks, the thought materializing out of nowhere but it striking him as funny that he doesn’t know.

“It’s not a secret. It’s on my Wikipedia page.”

“I’ve never Googled you.”

Making a faux-outraged sound, TK lightly pinches Carlos’s side. “Rude. I Googled you.”

“Sorry.” Carlos grins.

“Tyler Kennedy. But only my mom got to call me that,” he adds, pointing a threatening finger in Carlos’s face.

“Oh.” A tiny storm cloud of melancholy moves over them only for a moment. Almost subconsciously, Carlos’s thumb moves to stroke over the spot on TK’s hip where her name is embroidered on his skin in elegant cursive.

Then TK’s hands wander, touching Carlos’s arms and pecs and stomach and then one sliding down between them to cup him through his shorts. Carlos sighs, TK’s touch gentle and firm at the same time, slowly rubbing him to hardness as they kiss. He loves the feeling of it, growing hard in TK’s hand, his body responding only to this man’s touch.

“I thought you were gonna try to sneak back to your room before anyone notices you didn’t sleep there,” Carlos says with their foreheads touching. He’s not going to complain if TK’s rethought that plan, but they do have to consider that the little secret sex bubble they’ve been living in for a week will burst pretty quickly if any of their friends were to find out.

“Want me to go?” TK asks, slipping his hand past the waistline so he can curl his fingers around Carlos’s erection. He strokes slowly, wrist flicking, and Carlos bites at the inside of his cheek as his knees wobble.

No one has ever played him like a finely tuned instrument, no one has ever made him feel so at home in his body, no one has ever touched him like he’s something precious and worthy of worship. There’s something retroactively healing in it, Carlos would think if he had the time to stop and be introspective about it instead of just sprinting forward at full tilt. Memories sit like slowly expanding spots of mold, of times that Carlos took a chance and spent the night with someone only to leave in the morning second-guessing whether this is really what he was made for, because they didn’t make him feel the way TK does.

Holding them and kissing them and making love to them felt like going through the motions, physically satisfying enough but spiritually vacuous and a far cry from the fireworks he’d been promised by a million love songs. TK makes him feel like he’s lit up by fairy lights, like he’s taller than a mountain, like every action his body craves is because they’re exactly what it was designed to do.

“No,” he answers, nudging TK back towards the bed. Just the opposite, in truth. He wants TK to stay forever.

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Thirteen

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Slight mention of someone taking their own life in this chapter, please read with caution!

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A soft breeze blew through the redness of my hair as I ascended up the stairs to my home. The front door was freshly painted yellow, one of my favorite colors, and when I stepped inside everything was not how I expected. 

The furniture that cluttered the home, in the best way possible, had brought a homey feeling deep in my heart. Music played from down the hall and my heels clicked alongside the refinished wood floors and when I came to a stop in the doorway, the man turned and smiled deeply at me. 

“Hey beautiful.”

I laced my fingers with his extended ones and felt my body gliding into his open embrace. 

“It’s our song,” he muttered, lips ghosting over my forehead. 

“Till the end of time. Long as roses bloom in May. My love for you will grow deeper with every passing day.” 

The beautiful lyrics of our song played through my ears and it was then that I realized I hadn’t heard the soft melody in so long. 

“May I have this dance?” 

I nodded, while brushing the lone strand of hair from his face as it fell out of the bun. 

“You can always have this dance, Bucky.” I spoke softly. 

Our bodies swayed together in perfect harmony, the song replaying over and over, this dance becoming second nature to us. We would do this almost every day when we lived in Wakanda and Romania. 

As my cheek was against his chest, I could feel his heart beat in rhythm to the beat of the song. My own heart, however, was beating a mile a minute when I suddenly remembered how I had gotten to this moment, this memory. 

“Bucky,” I looked up at him. “I need to talk to you about something.” 

He immediately hushed me with a firm kiss to my lips. 

“Let’s enjoy this moment, doll.” He said, ignoring me. 

“But I need to tell you,” I started. 

Bucky spun me in his arms and dipped me low, placing another loving kiss against my lips. 

“I can’t wait until we can do this every day. I’ll dance with you until I’m grey and old,” Bucky vowed, pulling me back into his arms. 

Our hips swayed together once more and I realized that no matter how hard I tried to tell him what I needed to talk to him about, he would ignore it. 

“Is this another dream or am I actually dead and in my own kind of heaven?” I wondered out loud. 

The music faded out low and Bucky stepped away from me, his eyes looking deep in my soul. 

“Why would you be dead, Y/N?”

My head cocked to the side, eyes staring back into his own. “You’ve been watching over me, Bucky. You had to know what I did.” 

“Restoring my old childhood home?” He pointed throughout the bedroom we were in. 

It was then that I noticed the wide variety of photos that hung on the walls of the room; pictures of us together and alone. There were also pictures of us with our friends; Steve and Bucky from back in the 40’s, Steve and I when I first joined his team with Shield, and Natasha and I on one of our spontaneous girl weekends.  

Pieces of my heart shattered and fell into the abyss of my stomach as I took in our genuine smiles in the photo. We were so happy that weekend, becoming incredibly close. We both said the weekend was when we became sisters. 

“I miss you so much, Nat,” my voice broke as I traced over her smile. 

“She wanted you to have the life you deserve, doll. She sacrificed it all for us,” Bucky came up from behind, placing a kiss on top of my head. 

“She deserved it more than I do,” I stated. 

Bucky gently pulled me into his arms, forcing my face to look at him. “Why do you think that?”

A soft sob shook its way from my throat. “You’ve seen what I’ve done, Buck. I’ve killed, tortured, and mained people; all for you.” 

“Sleeping with Steve was for me?” He questioned, anger far from his voice. 

Suddenly the room shifted around us and we were now standing in Steve’s room in the Avengers Compound. Two bodies laid together in the sheets, chest rising and falling in sync, and I then noticed it was Steve and I after our night together. He had his arms wrapped around me while my head was laying on his bare chest. 

“Steve?” Bucky wondered with his voice wavering. 

My lips trembled as I tried to hold back the sob. I could hear it in the way he said his name that Bucky was heartbroken at my decision that night. 

“I wasn’t in the right place. We had all just lost Natasha and I felt like it wasn’t worth it anymore. I felt numb all over and no matter what I did, I couldn’t feel anything. I needed to feel something and Steve was there,” I admitted. 

We both continued to stare at the two bodies in the bed. Bucky was standing behind me and I felt myself jump in fear when his cold, vibranium fingers traced a scar on the side of my forehead that reached the top of my ear. 

“Why did you do this?” His breath was warm on my neck. 

The room shifted around us again and this time we were standing on the pier on the lake. A few feet in front of us stood another me, gun clenched tight in hand. 

Bucky had wrapped his arms around me from behind, knowing what was about to happen, and when I jumped in his embrace after the gun had gone off, he held my crying body while we watched my  other self fall into the lake. 

Blood streamed the waters and I tried to get out of his grasp but Bucky held on tight. 

“Watch,” he spoke firmly.

Both of us watched as Steve ran from the compound down to the pier, sheer panic and fear on his face. 

“Y/N!” He yelled before diving into the water. 

The way he screamed my name pained me to the core, realizing how broken I had made Steve because of my decision. Time had passed incredibly slowly as Bucky and I both waited for what was going to happen next. 

Would Steve resurface alone or with my body? And would I be alive or dead? 

“Your decision affected everyone, dorogaya.” Bucky spoke. 

Suddenly, Steve had resurfaced from the water, carrying a limp body in his arms. I gasped when I saw the large wound on the side of the head, blood continuing to pool from it. 

“You’re not leaving me, Y/N. You don’t get to leave me too,” Steve cried before running back inside of the compound, yelling for Bruce. 

“Am I dead? Did I die?” I sobbed, turning in Bucky’s arm to face him. 

He looked at me with a broken expression and cupped my cheek with his flesh hand. His thumb brushed against my cheek bone, wiping away the tears. 

“I’ll see you soon, doll.”

With a fast and firm kiss on my lips, I gripped tightly onto him, not wanting to let him go. 

Sitting up in bed with a loud gasp, I looked around my surroundings but suddenly groaned in pain when I realized how fast I had sat up. 

“CAP! She’s awake!” 

Looking at the doorway, I saw Bruce yelling into the hallway. 

“What?” I asked, my voice coming out raw and broken. 

A new man entered the room and when I took in his disheveled look, my heart hammered hard in the cage in my chest. 

“Y/N,” he breathed a long sigh of relief. 

“Steve.”

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Hot Blood - Tommy Shelby (smut)

Requested by my love @earlgreydreamreplies for my birthday bash celebration. The lyrics are from the song “Hot Blood” by Kaleo. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Pwp, Tommy fucks the reader while his guests are downstairs

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, Tommy is a dick in this

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (700 words)

She was spread out on his mattress, back arched off the bed. Tommy was towering over her, staring down at (y/n) with a look so dark, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was the same gaze he offered those he was about to kill. Her body was covered in goosebumps, already worn out after all the teasing he had forced her to endure.

“Tommy,” his name rolled off her tongue, filling his bedroom like a prayer he had once known by heart but could no longer remember, soul and mind tainted by all his crimes. His hand found her mouth, forcing two fingers past her lips to rest on her tongue, successfully shutting her up. (Y/n) moaned around his digits, he tasted of cigarettes, of the whisky he had forced down his throat a while ago, and of her arousal.

“Shh, love. We don’t want the others to hear, do we? They don't know 'bout who we are, they don't know 'bout you and I, they ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes when I fuck you like this.” His raspy words were followed by another moan clawing through her. (Y/n) tried to shuffle closer to press her naked heat against the leg keeping her thighs spread, but Tommy kept her pressed to the spot.

“Do you think you can be quiet? Can you take my cock while keeping your mouth shut?” Tears of desperation filled her eyes as she nodded her head. The chuckle leaving him had something dangerous to it, a warning she chose to ignore while letting go of another whine. Tommy slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth, using his hands to free his hard cock.

“Please,” it was just a whisper, a sound so quiet she hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it. But nothing could make it past Tommy, his eyes snapped back up towards her features, smirk widening as he forced his cock into her with one ferocious thrust. Her teeth drew blood from her lower lip while trying to stay quiet. She wanted to be good for him, wanted to follow his every command, even though (y/n) knew that she was close to miserably failing at it.

Tommy fucked her into the mattress, knowing that they couldn’t waste as much time as he wanted to. His guests were waiting closeby, undoubtedly noticing his absence. But at that moment he couldn’t seem to care, too focused on (y/n), on the feeling of her walls clenching his cock, on the way she exposed her throat to his wandering lips. She was his, no matter how much he tried to fight against the grasp she had on his heart.

“You think you’re such a good girl for me, eh? A fucking slut is what you are, letting me fuck you while all your friends are downstairs.” She kept quiet, desperately trying to hold back her words. (Y/n) tried to focus on the feeling of his cock hitting just the right spots, on the raspy sounds of his voice, and the scent of his cologne she found herself addicted to.

“Tommy, oh god.” It was blasphemy, she was sure of it, praising a man like that who had more similarities with the devil than with any god, but the words kept leaving her over and over again. (Y/n) was about to fall apart, pushed into her orgasm by his ferocious thrusts.

Tommy’s fingertips brushed against her pulsing bundle, giving her the needed push. He fucked her through it, eyes set on her pleasure-drunken features, how she had slightly parted her lips, eyes squeezed shut, skin warm beneath his touch. Seconds before he could cum, he pulled out of her to paint her stomach white, groaning against (y/n)’s lips before kissing her breathless.

Wordlessly he let go of her, he reached for a cigarette before redressing and with one last look thrown her way, Tommy left her behind with racing thoughts and an aching heart.

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you’re strange, odd, and yet sirius has never once questioned any aspect of your personality. you think it’s love.

sirius black x fem!whimsical!reader | 1.0k | fluff | masterlist.

You are a whirlwind of colour in a world that often feels a little too grey. A splash of paint in a monotone masterpiece, a wandering melody in a room full of silence.

You flit through life like a butterfly caught in a summer breeze—never quite landing, always in motion, always chasing the next moment of wonder.

And for some reason, Sirius Black has decided to follow you.

Which is strange, really; Because Sirius is sharp edges and quick wit, all rebellious fire and effortless cool. He’s the kind of person people write songs about—untamed and unafraid.

You, on the other hand, are… well, let’s be honest. You once spent twenty minutes talking to an owl just to see if it had any interesting gossip.

But here he is.

And, if the smirk tugging at his lips is any indication, he finds you absolutely ridiculous.

“Are you going to keep talking to that plant, or should I come back later?”

You gasp, scandalised, and throw your arms around the large, leafy fern in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. “Don’t be rude, Sirius! Fernanda has been nothing but kind to us,”

James snorts from where he’s lounging on the sofa. “You named the plant Fernanda?”

You nod seriously. “She told me her name herself,”

Sirius crosses his arms, his expression full of exaggerated skepticism. “Oh, did she? And what else did dear Fernanda tell you?”

You lean in conspiratorially, as if sharing a great secret. “She thinks your hair is too long,”

James howls with laughter. Remus, sitting nearby with his nose buried in a book, sighs deeply but doesn’t argue. And Sirius… well. Sirius watches you with something unreadable in his gaze.

You’re used to being laughed at—people don’t always know what to do with someone like you. But Sirius doesn’t laugh at you. He laughs because of you. There’s a difference, and you notice it.

—

Somehow, he becomes a permanent fixture at your side. You drag him into your world of absurdity, and, much to your delight, he doesn’t resist.

There’s the time you convince him to help you build a makeshift raft out of old broomsticks and attempt to sail across the Black Lake. (It sinks within three minutes, but Sirius insists it was a noble effort.)

Or the time you declare, with no context whatsoever, that you’re going to write a heartfelt apology letter to the portrait of the Fat Friar after accidentally bumping into it. (Sirius proofreads it for you and even adds a dramatic postscript: P.S. I shall never forgive myself for this most heinous crime. My soul is forever stained.)

And then there’s the time you find a stray cat on the school grounds and insist it’s an omen of good luck. Sirius, ever the enabler, helps you smuggle it into the Gryffindor dorms. The cat, whom you name Orion in his honour, promptly becomes best friends with him and takes to draping itself across his shoulders like some kind of bizarre fur scarf.

You catch him one evening, sitting by the fire, idly scratching Orion’s ears while absently listening to your latest ramblings about whether or not ghosts ever get bored.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to it.

You grin. “And yet, here you are,”

His eyes meet yours across the flickering light. There’s something soft in them. Something warm. “Yeah,” he says, almost to himself. “Here I am,”

—

You think you might love him.

Not in the way the poets describe, all aching hearts and longing sighs. No, loving Sirius Black feels like running downhill too fast, like the rush of wind through your hair when you’re flying, like the moment right before a laugh escapes.

It feels like freedom. Like joy.

And maybe—you hope—he feels the same.

Because when you drag him out onto the castle grounds in the middle of the night just to dance beneath the stars, he doesn’t roll his eyes or ask why. He just twirls you, laughing, as the moonlight glows silver in his hair.

Because when you hand him a daisy crown you spent far too long making, he doesn’t scoff or throw it away. He wears it, head held high, as if it’s a crown of gold.

Because when you stumble over your words, when your mind runs faster than your mouth and you get lost in your own tangents, he never rushes you. He just listens. Really listens.

And when you fall asleep beside him in the common room after a long day of nonsensical adventures, he drapes his cloak over you without a word.

Maybe love doesn’t always need grand declarations. Maybe, sometimes, it’s found in small moments. In laughter shared over stolen midnight snacks, in whispered conversations under enchanted ceilings, in the simple act of staying.

Sirius Black has always been a runner. But with you, he stays.

And that’s how you know.

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Recently, you've been getting cold

Subject: Aventurine x Reader || Categories: angst (medium), gore (light), yandere (heavy) || Warnings: obsession, self-hatred, murder, kissing a corpse || cross posted on ao3 (see my "How I format fics" post)

Summary:

He just wanted it to stop, to end it all, the pain marked by "you", the joy marked by "you", it was all too much and not enough and he wanted you to die. You, his favorite, whom he didn't deserve and didn't want and needed so, so badly in a way he could never have.

Or, Aventurine kills his favorite

Complimentary song lyric for this fic:

Stop, stop, quickly stop! If this keeps up, I think I'm going to fall apart. I've cried and cried until my tears dried up. Yet still, this body of mine, wet like this … it feels cold.

-Yandelenka by Lelele-P

He was thinking about doing it in with a impersonal, far-away sort of method.

But he decided that he didn't deserve that, he didn't deserve to kill you from a distance like a coward, as if he wasn't betraying you, as if you weren't special to him.

He didn't want to kill like you as if you were strangers. He would punish himself by killing you with his own hands, up close. He would see your last breath and hear your screams and you would know.

You would know that he was a filthy, rotting murderer, a terrible excuse for a person, an untrustworthy traitor who deserved to have his favorite die.

You would know it was him that stole your precious life.

He wanted to stain his own brain with that action forever, leave a permanent mark on himself from your death.

It was your fault anyways.

For taking over his life like that, for possessing his brain and his heart and his soul.

He was already dirty, you made everything worse, you made him become this desperate pathetic thing, you're the reason he's so harshly affected by everything you do, you're the reason he's in such agony.

it's your fault he can't take it anymore, when every tiny thing about you could put him in intense euphoria or crushing despair, when he needs you everyday to keep breathing, it's unbearable to be so sensitive to everything about you

He just wanted it to stop, to end it all, the pain marked by "you", the joy marked by "you", it was all too much and not enough and he wanted you to die.

You, his favorite, whom he didn't deserve and didn't want and needed so, so badly in a way he could never have.

He was smiling, and you were smiling too.

Even knowing what he was planning, the dread in his chest turned to warmth at the sight of you.

How do you do it? How do you manage to make me feel like this?

Fuck you.

You were cute even in that moment.

Your surprise, your gasps of pain, it's all so fucking cute.

More, more, again and again.

It's so delicious.

The look in your eyes made his heart twist in agony and his gut burn with pleasure.

More, he needed more.

Thank you, truly, for staying with me until now.

I hate you so much.

Hot tears were sliding down his cheeks.

He couldn't breathe, he was choking, good, he deserved it.

He slammed your head down, again and again, he relished in your pretty cries as they faded into quiet whimpers and then...

...and then the only sound that remained was his soft sobs and pants and the repeated sounds of your wet fucked up head colliding against the stone-

Love, it sounds like love, I love you so much.

I'm so sorry.

I hate you, you fucking bitch.

Thank you for stopping the insufferable pulsing of your heart.

He released your body with a choked gasp and sunk to his knees in the warmth of your blood.

You were so fucking pretty, so pitiful.

He took your limp hand and leaned forward and desperately kissed your cooling lips, sobbing and panting and gasping, hugging your corpse closer.

He choked on his tears, his throat closed up, your dead mouth covering his and suffocating him he couldn't breathe can't breathe can't fucking breathe-

It was so intoxicating.

The disgusting taste and scent and warmth of your blood, the nauseating sight of your fucked up cracked open head, your lips, the sensation of holding your hand.

He pulled back from the kiss, a hollow coolness filling his chest. The wetness of his tears had stained your beautiful cheek and he swiped it off with his thumb.

A soft, gentler kiss was pressed to your forehead.

Goodbye.

[unhonest-iago]

Earworm

Denki was constantly annoyed at his soulmate. Their connection was through music; he could hear every song that stuck in their head and vice versa. Unfortunately for Denki, anytime they discovered a new band, they'd listen to it for weeks to months on end. And then when the new one replaced the old, they started to remember some of the instrumentals again.

An incorrect snippet of the lyrics. Which then fills his brain on repeat to the point he's randomly humming it himself but has nothing to go on. It was never a song he knew, unable to help. Not that he could, he didn't even know who his soulmate was or if they even went to U.A.

'Buh ba-buh ba-buh,' Reader drums their fingers along their desk to the melody flowing through their mind. Sitting next to Hitoshi in class 1-B who had learned long ago how to tune them out. He had discovered that using his quirk just prolonged the torture for their soulmate. Only amplifying the noise level, forcing Reader to non-verbally process their thoughts.

'I'm with you, always,' trying to figure out the lyrics as he jotted down notes, unaware of the blond in class 1-A who wanted to electrocute himself. 'My love is on your side. I’m with you always.’

'What's wrong with dunce face?' Katsuki asks Eijirou when Denki flat out ignores him. Overstimulated by his soulmate, who is a few doors away. 'His soulmate is having another earworm,' laughing at his friend's misery. 'Denki, you could just hum another song to drown them out.' The internal aspect implied. 'Ugh, last time I did that, their brain made a stupid mash up,' groaning, Denki drops his head onto his arms. Cushioning it from hitting the hard wood of the desk.

‘Just look up the fucking song,’ if he could retaliate, he would’ve chosen the part from Kesha’s your love is my drug; banging my head against the wall. It was annoying that the one means of communication they had was bloody song lyrics. Luckily for Denki, the bell for lunch rang.

Both class 1-A and class 1-B now walking down to the cafeteria. Reader had finally remembered a bit of the chorus, ‘there’s a darkness at the heart of my soul, runs cold, runs deep.’ Reader’s packing up their stuff while Hitoshi walked ahead. Denki walking past the classroom, heard them humming. Stopping dead in his tracks, confusing Eijirou and Bakugou. He bursts through the door, ‘You!!’ Pointing at them. ‘You’re the reason why that song has been playing through my head on loop!’

‘Oh, shit. That’s right, the soulmates thing,’ they had completely forgotten about that. Some of their friends had already found their soulmates. Reader had thought that it would be wise to not fret over it when entering U.A. Not wanting it to get in the way of their hero training. ‘What do you mean the soulmates thing?’

‘Wait, the gummy bear song! That was you?’ Remembering how the song had gotten stuck in their head, but couldn’t recall where they had heard it from. ‘Was trying to get back at you. It didn’t work.’

‘But seriously, you didn’t know?’ Denki’s so confused. He’s glad to finally know who has been controlling the stereo inside his head. Finding out that they did in fact go to U.A. and seemed to be a quirk users. He was still a little pissed. But the main feeling was confusion, thinking they had never heard about soulmates. Which couldn’t be the case. ‘Oh, no, I know about soulmates. Simply thought I’d run into mine eventually. Didn’t want it to distract from all the hero stuff.’

Denki decides ‘fuck it,’ and pushed his conflicting emotions to the wayside. Now wanting to know more about them. ‘Well, we’ve met. Hi, I’m Denki and we’re hanging out for lunch,’ quickly grabbing Reader by the hand and directing them towards the cafeteria. ‘Name’s y/n. In case you wanted to know, mr kidnapper.’

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

I’d say most Hozier songs are edward-coded but there are some absolute bangers for bella:

francesca- “do you think I’d give up? That this might have shook the love from me?” there is NOTHING edward can do/say to scare this girl off. “how could I fear any hurricane?” is something very romantic to say to your bloodthirsty immortal boyfriend, actually. “heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” would’ve saved her so many arguments about her soul, it’s tragic this album didn’t come out until 2023 :/

like real people do- this is the first meadow scene!!!!! “I will not ask you where you came from” moisturized and unbothered that her new boyf has a crazy straw in his pocket and struggles to not plunge it into her heart. RIP

no plan- this whole song is very “if this is about my soul just take it I don’t want it without you” we love an agnostic modern queen trying to get her edwardian bf to smash

in a week- I can’t describe why but the vibes are just her. she’d just love to rot with her man if it meant they were together forever. good for her

as it was- bella’s depression era ✨

de selby 2- if this isn’t the ultimate ‘horny 4 vampires’ song idk what is. “I wanna lose me / I, I wanna fade away with you / if I was any closer / I could be lost” is just her brand of desperate

hymn to virgil- “I wouldn't be seen walking through any door / Some place that you're not welcome to” more soul talk, need I go on

that you are-“maybe I have yet to venture out / see the places that I hear about /…/ all I get to are mistakes half-made/ leave the door ajar” we love a naive clumsy brave disaster

in the woods somewhere- was inspired by a freakass dream hozier had and honestly it’s perfectly on brand for the freakass prophetic dreams bella has

[almostmylove]

The red string of fate

Part 1

Sorry for any mistakes

Jason Todd x reader

Synopsis: you love Jason even after his death. One says on one of your regular patrols you spot something, something red. a string. Could it be the work of a villain to lure you away? You knew better than that but it’s too tempting for you not to. What’s the worst that could happen? (song inspiration: desert rose by lolo zauai)

Gotham city weather is unpredictable, much like people. one moment it's calm, sunny even as the sun shines down at its people and before you know it, its pouring rain in Mourning.

that how it has always been, and I much prefer that way. it reflected me in some way. the rain was a companion of Gotham over the past years, reminding me of my dance with pain. it had been five years since I have seen Jason, five years since joker's crowbars silenced his vibrant laugh, five years since the earth swallowed him whole, never to been seen by me or his son. I remember that day so clearly like it happened yesterday, kaleidoscope of terror and grief. the news, the frantic call from Bruce, the desperate denial that turned into my soul crushing cries. I went to the funeral and watched as they buried him, an empty shell into the cold, unforgivable ground. maybe when they buried him, they also buried a part of me with him. I was broken. Maybe even still now. In my memory I was planning on telling Jason- considering we were together, but we were kids back then, around 15-16, I didn't know what to do but I knew together we would figure it out. I was a broken girl who had lost her only lover but now I am a mom, a mom that needs to pick herself up and put her needs aside to take care of her child. I couldn't bear the future that I would bring my future child if I stay helpless and emotional. I found out I was 4 weeks pregnant with Micheal the day Jason died but before all of that I was known as nightingale. I was kind and forgiving, the typical hero you could say, yet when Jason died, me, and batman seem to be affected the same in some way. the only difference is that he was able to find someone else, I wasn't. my weapon that one helped people and offered forgiveness now was fueled by Jason's death. I used it as my own way to deliver a righteous and vengeance driven hand. even though the criminals I fought never really deserved it, I looked at them all the same. a potential joker in the making. I fought harder, more faster and became reckless with everything I did in a poor attempt to fill my heart with anything but emptiness. but even in the heat of battle, Jason's face would flash before my eyes, that boyish smirk that could both break me and lift me up, his hand in mine and my hands on my growing stomach. that's when I decided to take things slow and step down from my second life as nightingale, the life I had with Jason. the rest of those 4ish year I dedicated my life to my son, Micheal, a sweet baby boy that looked like a carbon copy of Jason. They had the same blueish eyes that under the right light can look a greenish tint, and the same raven hair color. it's almost laughable that the only thing that he got from you was your skin tint. the only thing you hated was the fact--truly you never fully dropped your second life-- still helping out every once in a while, when it got really bad. it was also nice that the Wayne's still saw you and Micheal as family and sometimes would help babysit him as you went to work when you didn't have a babysitter. Bruce Wayne for the most part would pay for your house, even though you refused before, only asking him to put that money into Micheal's education but he did both either way. (he loves his grandchild) now most days you just worked and played with your son. Gotham was way too dangerous for you to let your son play outdoors anyways.

there it is again! I sighed putting the newspaper down onto the marble kitchen counter. on the paper in big bold letter read 'Gotham's new crime lord strikes again'. at first, I had only heard whispers about a new player in town that was causing trouble, brutally effectively, mercilessly punishing criminals with a cold almost unhuman manner! his gruesome tactics have landing him in first page of every news in Gotham! reminds me of how I was a long time ago. it's ridiculous! I'm surprised bats hasn't caught this lunatic yet. rumors say that he's shrouded in red and black, a grim reaper type of person. they call him the red hood. I sigh once more, putting a hand to my forehead. I don't have time to think about this. I need to get ready for patrol since the batman and robin won't be able to make it for-I'm not too sure why. " Where the hell is she" I grumble under my breath, looking over to leo who is watch a hero movie on the tv. his babysitter, Sarah needed to be here a while ago and without her I can't leave for patrol without feeling uneasy. I walk over to where leo is watching tv and wearing a robin Pj that I managed to find at that store. he looked so cute wearing it. he truly looked like Jason. I find myself smiling fondly but I'm quickly interpret by the ringing and vibration of my phone in my pocket.

I pull it out and answer it, already knowing who it is.

I go to speak but she interrupts me before I could say anything. her voice a mixture of worry, franticness and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry [reader] but a family emergency came up. I’m going to have to cancel for tonight” she says frantically.

Through gritted teeth I manage to stay calm even though internally I'm freaked out and angry at the random cancelation. "...Okay, okay, I understand things come up. But today, Sarah? Today is the one day this week I needed you, you knew that! We agreed on this ages ago.” I say trying to keep my voice calm and collected but failing

“I know I know, can’t you let me off this one time? I promise this won’t happen again!”

“No, no, 'a family emergency' isn't good enough, Sarah. Not today!" I press two fingers against the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"What kind of family emergency can't wait one evening? I mean, please!” By this pint I know I’m being unreasonable, but I’m about leave for a routine patrol, and I need someone to take care of him.

I move around the room, running a hand through m already messy hair while paceing around the kitchen.

“can’t you just stay home instead of going where you were going? It doesn’t hurt not to go for once or you can ask anyone else.” she says this time little more confused than apologetic.

“Because... because I need you here! I have to be" I stop myself before almost spilling the real reason why "... Look, it's important. And I have a five-year-old who can't exactly fend for himself. You're the only one I trust, the only one I've got!”

My voice gets softer yet sharp as I glance over to where leo is peacefully watching his hero show. Deep breaths he said deep breaths. I inhale and then exhale my chest rising and lowering.

I must set a good example for my child.

“Aunt Carol then. she would be happy to take of leo, no ?"

"She's out of town. Nana's got that bingo night and frankly, I don't think she can handle Leo right now. Everyone else...is just... not available! What am I supposed to do?” I sound like I’m on the verge of tear, turning more desperate the longer this conversation continues.

I take one last deep breath before asking once again. “Look, Sarah, can't you even try to figure something out? Can't your family manage just one night? I'm begging you. I'll even pay you double, triple! Please, I need your help.”

I listen carefully for her response, I felling like my heart is about to beat out do my chest.

“ I'm sorry there’s nothing I can do, I really am” I heard. Sign from the other side and I snap. my voiced laced with sarcasm I respond, kind of unreasonable. "I'm so sorry there's nothing I can do?" That's it? That's all you've got. You knew the schedule. You know what I have on... You know all of this, Sarah.” look at the clock again. Damn it! 20 minuets before I need to leave. This is so bad, I don’t know what to do, I can’t bring this girl into this problem.

“Do you even realize the stress you're putting me under?!This isn't just about a babysitting gig, this is about... about... ugh! Never mind. This isn't your problem!”

I end the call abruptly, almost slamming the phone down. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before i explodes with frustration.now I’m left to ponder what to do.

To myself, but loud enough to be heard I whisper angrily. "Great! Just great! Now what am I supposed to do?! I can't just leave Gotham defenseless, and I can't just leave Leo alone! This is catastrophic!"

“ why don’t we take mr capitano and bring him with us, that how we can protect him from evil marmelo” i hear .

i turn around to when

Something clicks in me.

I starts to pace again of her footsteps a sharp counterpoint to her.

I glance over to hear a small voice calling me from the living room.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Lead question, his voice soft and concerned.

I give him a small smile before walking over to him and kneeling down.

“ why dont we go on a secret mission like mr capitano and mr amazing?”

I see his face immediately light up, his eyes sparkling with joy.

[kaboomthepossum]

The Diaz Brothers Drawing

Hello there tumblr besties! Today I finally finished the 7th item in the continuous saga of “Kaboom drawing TMG songs for fun”

This drawing.. oh my gosh I have been to hell and back to create this - I have never in my life drawn a pine tree before, this was a huge struggle. I was pretty pleased with it in the end though! :D

I hope you guys like it too :)

[starry-bi-sky]

im on my hadestown bullshit again but im also still on my SVSSS bullshit too so au where Shen Yuan gets transmigrated into a nameless NPC sometime after Bingge merges the realms and becomes the demonic emperor over like, basically everyone. And Shen Yuan manages to become an immortal cultivator and has a few years to himself to explore the world he's in, conveniently avoiding Bingge the whole time. Until eventually Shen Yuan joins what is essentially a traveling theater group.

They all love the strange stories he tells, ones he claimed he learned from far away places, and eventually ask him to write one as a play so that they can share it with the world. He does one better and writes a musical and slightly xianxia-izes Hadestown so it fits with the times better.

Eventually they learn everything, the music is st up, their lines learned, and the group rents out some kind of low-class stage for a night in a town that's neither too big nor too small. One that Bingge is conveniently passing through.

The actor for Orpheus falls 'sick' the opening night, and Shen Yuan gets convinced into taking the role by his. He has the prettiest voice, and he knows Orpheus' lines and character the best! Shen Yuan agrees.

Bingge attends that night too, and sits in the far back, in a seat where nobody can see him that well.

There is nothing to prepare him for the Tale of Orpheus and Eurydice.

Not the actor, who looks distressingly, uncannily similar to Shen Qingqiu, from the sharp curve of his jaw to the sound of his voice. It's Shen Yuan's saving grace that he has just enough differences that Bingge doesn't fly to his feet immediately.

Not the character Orpheus either. Who shares a distressingly similar worldview to the one Bingge once had a long, long time ago. A young man, a boy really, with so much hope for the world around him to near the point of naivety. Who believes that there is still good in the world and the people around him.

There's nothing to prepare him for Epic III. A song the lone Orpheus sings to convince Hades to let him and Eurydice go, one that rends Bingge of his flesh and leaves him feeling raw and wanting.

Suddenly he's no longer watching the stage; he's on it, standing in Hades' place, jaded and bitter and cold and reigning over all. Having become cruel like Shen Qingqiu once was. He stands in Hades' place, tall and imposing and powerful.

And there is a shadow of the past sitting at his feet. A boy in love with the world looking up at him, stripping him down to his soul, and asking him where he's been. Bingge stands in Hades' place, and just like that, becomes a man again.

[cyber-punk-rock]

And So It Goes // Billy Joel

[miyakuli]

Arcane is one of the best animated show I watched, that's it, I said it

[sulky-cabbage]

Eve: "Regarding the lyrics, this time its about portraying the conflicts and feelings of the characters in Jujutsu kaisen. This kind of feeling inside me, made me choose the characters one by one and thus write the lyrics. I don't dare to say where or who..."

Also Eve:

Alternative translations: 1 2 3 4

The lyrics hit different after ch 271. I kinda want this to be the op for s4 ngl