#fall it wont matter cause you know that you’re right.

[serenegalle]

and you can use my skin to bury secrets in.

[unequivocallyreid]

Stay With Me Till Morning

hi guys! another fic for you :) i got a little carried away at the end, but you know how it goes. this is for any munch!spencer fans 🤗

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary:

Spencer and you are co-workers, strictly co-workers, despite your feelings for him. A few nights sharing a room won’t change that, right?

warnings: mentions of body-specific insecurity, fluff, smut, oral sex (fem receiving)

wc: 3.2k

if i missed anything let me know!

One of the worst things about being a newbie, at any job, is coming into a place where connections have already been made. Working at the FBI, more specifically the BAU, was no different.

Now don’t get the wrong idea, working there was a dream for you, but there was no doubt that you were severely lacking in personal relationships compared to others. Derek and Reid had a sort of brotherly bond, JJ and Emily’s like sisters, and Hotch and Rossi’s went unspoken but still glaringly obvious. You existed in their orbit, and while you had all grown to love each other, you still felt a bit like an outsider sometimes.

Unfortunately for you, this feeling intensified whenever the topic of room sharing came up. Sure there were benefits, like having a room to yourself on occasion, but usually it just served to worsen your imposter syndrome.

The case that you were working currently, sans Rossi (he was on a book tour following his latest release), pushed this feeling to surface even more.

You all were in Upstate New York investigating a series of homicides that seemed to mimic a string of murders that had occurred 20 years ago. The town you were in was on the smaller side, so the only place you could find accommodations was a small bed and breakfast.

Said BnB did not have enough rooms available for anyone to ride solo, and with Rossi gone, Hotch and Morgan were buddied up, leaving Emily and JJ and Reid and you. Naturally, Emily and JJ bunked up together, leaving you to share a room with the boy wonder.

It’s not that you didn’t like Reid, quite the opposite actually, you liked him too much. You’ve always had a propensity for falling incredibly deeply incredibly fast, and when you met Spencer for the first time you proved you reputation correct.

Your first impression probably put him off slightly, but he was gracious enough not to show it. When Hotch introduced you, the first thing you thought was how ridiculous attractive the man in front of you was. His high cheekbones and big, brown eyes drew you in immediately. To make matters worse, he was fucking adorable. After snapping back to reality, you offered Spencer your hand, which he declined citing the pathogens and it being safer to kiss.

In one of your more impressive displays of cluelessness you said, “I think we could make that happen.”

This caused Spencer to flush and a ghost of a smile to grace Hotch’s face. Thankfully, in the last few months you had redeemed yourself slightly, developed a rapport with the doctor, and stood by hopelessly as you crush developed into a nasty little monster.

So, no sharing a room with Spencer wasn’t really an issue, but still, might just be the thing that breaks you.

~

“There’s only one fucking bed?”

You’d spoke far too soon.

After assuring Spencer you were completely fine and not at all uncomfortable with sharing a room with him, you and him walked together to your room, only to find a scene straight out of a shitty romance novel.

When Spencer heard you and noticed that there was in fact, only one bed, he immediately said, “I can sleep on the couch.”

Maybe you should’ve just agreed and saved yourself from a week of sexual frustration, but you couldn’t.

“Spence, that couch is maybe five feet long. I don’t even think I could sleep on it.”

You looked at him then to muster up some courage, “We can share the bed. We’re both adults.”

He looked slightly pained, which panicked you a bit. God, how fucking embarrassing.

“Or I can take the couch. I wont let you, but if you’re uncomfortable I can. I’m a bit shorter.”

Spencer hurried to speak, “No!”

His outburst took you by surprise but he quickly went on.

“I mean, no. I’m not uncomfortable. I just don’t want you to be at all or feel like I’m forcing you to sleep with me. Fuck, or I mean next to me-“

You cut him off before he could fall into a tailspin.

“We’ll share then.”

~

Sharing the bed had actually not been that bad for you at first. You were on your third day in New York, and you were making steady progress on the case. Hopefully, it would be wrapped up in a day or two.

Aside from the fact that you barely spent any time in the room, you had managed to stay on your side bed. The only spot of trouble was the dreams you were having, dreams about the person next to you that would turn even the worst sinner’s cheeks red. Still, Reid was acting no different, so at least you were confident you weren’t talking, or, god-forbid, moaning, in your sleep.

It had been an incredibly hard day. Not only was it freezing, but you had been outside and away from temperature controlled environments for far too long. Immediately once you got back to the Inn you were staying at, you asked Spencer if he’d mind you taking the shower first.

“I’m freezing my ass of right now. You don’t mind do you?”

“No, of course not. You know it’s kind of a superstition, but there’s some actual evidence that being cold can make you sick. I just read a study which showed 10% of people exposed to-“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Spence, I’d love to hear about all that, but please just wait till I’m out of the shower.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry.”

You shook off his apology as it wasn’t needed. That was one thing you didn’t get about the rest of the team; you loved hearing all the little tid bits of information that Reid let out. Yeah, he was like a literal encyclopedia at times, but it was never annoying. If anything it made you like him more. You loved the way he lit up when he told you about something he’d just read about, or read about 15 years ago. It was cute.

Getting into the shower was like a blessing. The water rolled over your cold skin and helped to loosen the muscles you’d been stressing all day. If you were bolder, or clueless to Spencer’s aversion to touch, you’d ask him to give you a shoulder rub. Your mind wondered off to where else he might touch you, but that was just wishful thinking.

After spending a near gratuitous amount of time in the shower, you shut off the water and reached for a towel. Only once you’d started drying off did you realize in you haste to warm up you’d forgotten to bring your sleep clothes into the bathroom with you. Now, you had to walk out in a tiny, hotel towel right in front of Reid. Sure, it was the start of a few of your fantasies, but in real life the idea seemed mortifying.

As quietly as possible, to not draw attention to yourself, you opened the bathroom door. With one hand gripping the point where the towel connected with itself, you tried to tiptoe unnoticed to your suitcase.

“Y/n?”

You looked up to see Spencer watching your frame like a hawk. As he took in your damp, barely covered figure, you wished to yourself that the lights in the room weren’t so fucking bright.

“I, uh, forgot to bring my clothes in,” and with that, you raced back into the bathroom to change.

After taking a minute to collect yourself, you make your way out of the bathroom again. The room is, thankfully, much darker and you see Reid tucked into his side of the bed. You climb in next to him.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was weird. I, I won’t forget my clothes again.”

“It didn’t, Y/n, don’t worry.”

With that, you both tried your best to fall asleep and put the day behind you.

~

When you wake up, it’s decidedly not light out and you are decidedly not alone on your side of the bed. One of Spencer’s arms is over your waist, holding you against his body. Still, you don’t know why you’ve woken up.

You tend to be a pretty heavy sleeper, and you know that some light spooning wasn’t enough to wake you up. As you lay awake, trying to figure out why you are up and what to do next you feel Spencer move behind you.

Now, you definitely know what woke you. Spencer, who could barely look you in the eye after seeing you in a towel, was grinding into while you slept. Obviously, he was asleep too, but that didn’t stop the shock of it all from hitting you like a fucking bus. He was silent aside from the occasional whimper, which sent shockwaves straight to your core each time he let one slip.

Despite this, again, being the start to a few of your own wet dreams, you were pretty literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. You felt like you’d be taking advantage of Reid if you didn’t wake him, but if you did you know he’d just about die from embarrassment. Or, worse, he’d think that you somehow executed all of this in a sick ploy. Not likely, but still a source of anxiety.

It took you a few minutes to get your head on straight, what with the burning feeling brewing in your abdomen, but eventually you realized that waking him up was pretty much the only thing you could do.

“Spence,” you said while gently shaking his shoulder.

“Spence, love, you gotta wake up.”

You were turned toward him now and saw his eyes open a crack, “Y/n? What’s wrong what’s goin-“

The realization of your situation also hit him like a truck, which was sort of comforting because at least you weren’t alone in the feeling.

“Oh my god, Y/n. Fuck, I’m so sorry. Jesus, I, I can’t- Fuck I’m so sorry.”

He went to spring out of bed, but your hand grabbed his arm before he could.

“Spence, it’s okay I promise. Honestly I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier.”

“No, no it’s not. You don’t even like me that way and I was all over you-“

You cut him off when you heard this, “Spence, what do you mean I don’t like you like that?”

“You heard me right? I said your name?”

The world stops spinning, “What?”

“Oh, oh no. Look, I’m so sorry. I’ll go sleep in one of the cars. Fuck, I’m so-”

“Spencer stop. Please stop apologizing.”

It’s like an old Western showdown for a moment, the two of you staring at each other without making a move.

“Were you dreaming about me?”

He nodded, about to speak and likely offer more apologies. But, before he gets the chance you push your lips to meet his.

The kiss is soft and gentle. At first, his lips don’t move against yours, and you start to pull back, worried you read the situation wrong. Fortunately, before your lips could even part from his, he’s pulled you back in. His hands find the side of your face and his lips pressed into yours with a bruising intensity. Slowly, his hands moved to your waist, holding you in place.

The feeling rushing through you was unlike any you’d ever experienced. His lips molded to yours so perfectly it was almost unbelievable. If you’re hands weren’t so preoccupied by his hair, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. With a move you didn’t think he’d possibly pull, Spencer bit into your lip, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to press further into the kiss, tracing your tongue with his.

Before you could fall completely into the kiss you pulled away to ask, “Spence, are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since the day we met, Y/n.”

With that, he pulled you back in. His hands moved more surely on you, dipping below your shirt. The feeling of his skin on yours sent shockwaves through your body. You moved to take off his shirt in turn, desperate to feel even more of him. He was relentless, breaking free from your lips to drag his mouth down your neck and over your exposed collar bone.

You felt needier than ever, and evidently so did he. In another move you didn’t expect (maybe you should throw your expectations out the window at this point) he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. With you straddling him, he moved to take your shirt off. Insecurity grabbed hold of you before you could push it away.

You stilled his hands in yours, “I haven’t let anyone see me like this in a long time. Just, please don’t be disappointed by what you see.”

His face morphed into one so full of love that it made your teeth ache.

“You’re my dream, Y/n. You’ll never, ever disappoint me.”

You let go of his hands and they resumed their previous journey, pushing up your shirt and letting that part of you be bare to him. Admittedly, you had to fight the urge to cover yourself, but when you saw his face you knew it was pointless. He was ogling you, not offensively, but more like he couldn’t believe you were actually in front of him.

“You’re so, so beautiful.”

His words didn’t erase the thoughts you had, but they certainly made them easier to ignore. Moving up from your waist, he went to cup your breast, fingers playing with your nipple which made your back arch into him. He took the opportunity to flip you over so you were laying underneath him. The weight of his body over you was heavenly. You felt him press himself into your center through his sweatpants. There were just thin layers of clothes between you now.

“Will you let me taste you? I’ve been dying to.”

You’re stunned from words but you manage to nod your head. As he moved down your body, he took your shorts and panties with you, leaving you completely exposed. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel scared of the feeling or his reaction to you. With Spencer, you felt completely at home.

You felt him kiss down your things, teasing you in a way that made you feel completely crazy. His breath ghosted over your core, but he still hadn’t made contact with where you needed him most.

“Spencer, please.”

Hearing your voice must have broken his resolve. He dove in like a man starved. In the past, you hadn’t found yourself enjoying the presence on a man’s head between your legs. Not that you had much experience, but the men who had you in that way always seemed to treat it as a means to an end. One of the two boyfriends you’d had refused to go down on you at all, and the other wouldn’t unless you were completely shaved. Safe to say you didn’t feel like you were missing much.

Everything was different with Spencer. He licked into you there was no place he’d rather be. His tongue over traced over your cunt as he tried to find all the places that drove you wild, and god did he. The noises in the room were obscene, from the moans falling from your lips to the sound of his driving you to an orgasm.

You locked your hands in his hair, grinding into his face without even noticing that you were. You were so close, and you found the final push in his fingers. God, his beautiful fingers.

His mouth was on your clit as he pushed two digits into you, curling in before pulling out, over and over until your legs begin to shake. His unoccupied hand pressed on your lower stomach, building up the feeling until you burst.

You repeated a mantra of his name as you came harder than you can ever remember coming before. The sensation took you out for a minute, but when you came back down and looked down at Spencer, you saw him staring at you in awe and completely soaked.

“Fuck, Y/n. Have you, have you done that before? I think that was the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”

You were confused for a moment, wondering why he’d think you hadn’t orgasmed before. That was before you felt the damp fabric of the bed beneath you.

“Oh! Oh god, uh, no I haven’t. I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Don’t apologize for that, Y/n. Fuck, I’d spend the rest of my life between your legs if it meant I could see that again.”

The constat praise falling from him had you noticeably riled up, and you pulled him up, back on top of you.

“Spencer, please. I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/n.”

He made incredibly quick work of his own pants, freeing himself. Your mouth dropped open as you took him in. He was big, the biggest you’d been with, and he was pretty. You would have drooled if it wasn’t for his lips pressing into yours. He ran his middle finger through your folds before grasping himself. He followed his own path and ran his member through your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.”

The pet name made you even more desperate, “Please, Spence. Fuck, please.”

He put you out of your misery, sinking into you in one motion. You had to adjust to his size, but the feeling of him inside you, as close to you as possible had you reeling. You bucked your hips up, urging him to move.

He gave you exactly what you wanted, pushing into you at a perfect pace as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You were overcome and all you could mutter was “thank you, thank you, thank you” in time with each of his thrusts. When he started to push into you harder, you couldn’t help but squeeze down on him.

His hips stalled, “You’re gonna make me come, Y/n. You’re so fucking tight”

You let your hands take down his back, “Please, Spence. Want you to, want to feel you come in me.”

His pace picked up, and you could feel how close he was. Still he wasn’t done. His fingers again found your clit and rubbed circles on it.

“Need to feel you come on me first baby. Need you to come.”

His words made your head spin. It only took a few more thrusts before you were coming again, just as intense as the first time. You pulsed around him and it pushed him over the edge. You felt him come inside you, filling you completely.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, but you froze immediately after saying them, worried that you had ruined everything. But, just as he had done before, Spencer quelled your worries.

“I love you too. God, I love you.”

~

The next morning was bliss. You woke in Spencer’s arms, and let him into you again. The sex was slow and you each let the three words spill uninhibited.

When you went downstairs, ready to finish the case, you were met with the sheepish faces of your team.

Derek spoke first, “I’d say congratulations if you both weren’t so loud last night.”

While you were mortified, watching the rest of the team hold back their chuckles, you couldn’t help but agree that this was all a moment to celebrate.

End

let me know what you think!!

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Intuition Masterlist

Summary: You have a curse: you can’t control when or where you travel through time, but you’re always tethered to Remy LeBeau’s life. For him, you’re a mysterious constant—someone who’s been there at every stage of his life, never aging, never changing. For you, he’s the soulmate you’ve loved across timelines, though you never meet him in the right order.

You’ve seen him as a reckless thief, a heartbroken lover, a guilt-ridden outcast, and a hero struggling for redemption—always knowing him, while he pieces together who you are with every encounter. Pairings: Remy Lebeau/Reader, Past!Remy Lebeau/Bella Donna, Past!Remy Lebeau/Anna-Marie. Warnings: Slow-Burn, Swearing, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff. Chapters: Chapter 1: As The Rain Keeps Falling, I Hear You Calling My Name. Chapter 2: I'll Be The One Who Stands Here Longer Than The Rest. Chapter 3: I Know It Might Sound More Than A Little Crazy. Chapter 4: Sometimes Some People Get Me Wrong. Chapter 5: I Try So Hard Not To Fall In Love. Chapter 6: Do What You Want Cause I'm Not Gonna Save You. Chapter 7: That Kiss Goodnight It Comes With Me. Chapter 8: Famous Last Words. Chapter 9: All The Things You Said To Me Wont Even Matter. Chapter 10: But Here I Am.

[m4sonn]

⍟~ Hatred and cuddles ~⍟

(tahbks to pokie @peachyponyboyy for hklpyng me with ygis and the anon wgo sugghested it)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

You were Sodapop’s twin brother. You were just kind of there. You weren’t a greaser, you just didn't like how it made your hair look. I guess you could be considered a hippie? You could never touch a blade or use a bottle, you were all about peace. Steve slightly disliked you because of that, you were just so… calm… it irritated him. You wouldn’t fight with him and never really argued with anyone and it just pissed him off!! He didn’t know what exactly about it pissed him off but it just did.

Right now, he was waiting for someone, just anyone, to get to the Curtis house. It was just the two of you, it was pretty late at night but no one was home. Dally was in the cooler, two-bit was babysitting his sister for once, Darry was still at work, soda was out at who knows where, and he couldn’t care less what Johnny and ponyboy were doing. You were currently in your pajamas, a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy old shirt, a hand me down from Darry. You couldn’t quite get the smell of darry’s cheap ass dollar general cologne out of it, no matter how many washes it went through and no matter how many years you’ve had it.

He sat on one bed of the couch and you sat pretty close next to him. You guys were watching whatever was in the TV, it was kind of boring since you were too poor for cable but it was whatever. You were pretty tired, but you didn’t wanna get up and go to your room. You started to fall asleep on the couch. After a while you felt your body go limp and your eyes shut and succumbing to your tired state.

Steve felt a weight fall onto his side, looking over it was you. Asleep and leaning onto him. He grumbled about you being annoying and stupid but oddly he couldn’t push you off.. with anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem and he would easily shove them off of the couch head first but something was… different… right now. A slight pale pinkish reddish color washed over his cheeks and he wrapped one arm around you. He gently pulled you closer. He was currently just wearing some jeans and socks, he had came home from work and almost immediately gotten kicked out by his dad again so he had just had his DX shirt on when he got there. He took it off almost immediately when he got there and kicked off his shoes. He soon fell asleep shortly after you, his head resting on top of yours (you guys are sharing lice, so coquette >o< <333)

Steve woke up to the flashes of cameras, you still asleep next to him, the rest of the gang giggling as pony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. You started to wake up too. Steve put his arm over his eyes, the bright light that flashed with every picture blinding him. “What the hell is happening” he murmured angrily. The gang scattered and you sat up more. You looked around, drowsy and disoriented. You leaned back against Steve after managing to gain the consciousness to realize where you were and what the fuck is happening.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he looked at you. He flicked your forehead causing you to flinch, he chuckled at your nose which scrunched up when you were irritated. He started to shove you and tried to get a rise out of you, being the peaceful guy that you were you just politely asked him to stop which pissed him off even more. “God, why are you so fucking annoying!” He basically yelled out at you. You stared at him bewilderedly. “W-wha?-“ you asked in confusion. “You’re just so- so- infuriating!” He put up air quotes as he spoke “ ‘oOh I’m Y/n AnD iM sUpEr SeNsItIvE aNd iM a LiTtLe WuSs WhO wOnT mAn Up AnD fIgHt!!!’ “ he mocked. You had always been more sensitive; kind of like ponyboy. You cried easy and your brother teased you for it a lot. You felt the tingle of tears starting to form in your eyes. He started to go on and on about how annoying you were and how much he hated you. And you just… broke… tears started to sting your face as if they were acid spilt into your face.

Steve just froze, watching as your usually calm face was washed away by your emotions. “I- uhm…” he sputtered out. He didn’t know what to do. He was always bad with crying, hell he couldn’t even get himself to stop crying in the rare occasions he did but this was just too much. He didn’t expect you to cry like that, he didn’t think he had been that harsh on you. He awkwardly wrapped him arms around you. “Uhm… i- ‘m sorry… don’t cry… uhm… please….?” That last word felt weird to say, it just felt unnatural coming off of his tongue. He felt bad for the first time in his life, he had made people cry before but he didn’t really care that much. He usually just said go cry about it and walked away.

He just sat there, with his arms wrapped around you in a hug. Gently patting your back as he tried to get you to stop crying. After a bit you managed to calm down, small hiccups and sniffles being the only sound coming out of you. He let go of you as you wiped your eyes. “Uhm… ‘m sorry…” he murmured out, he just prayed none of your brothers had woken up. You looked up at him through wet lashes. “I’m sorry… i-i-“ he cut you off “what are you sorry for, ‘m the one who yelled at you…” you didn’t know what to say back. You guys just watched TV silently.

After a while you guys started to talk, just normal conversation. You guys basically talked all night. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped and arm around, you watched tv cuddled up all lovingly like, his hard shell of hate cracked as this was all to try and make you feel better after he made you cry. You guys both had a light hue of pink on your cheeks as you talked, and at the end of your chat before you guys went to sleep you guys shared a gentle kiss. And of course you guys woke up to the gang laughing at you two cuddling and taking embarrassing pictures to tease you guys. And dally calling you two gay ofc 💞💞💞

[lesbianboyfriend]

none of these words are in when the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight and he’ll win the whole thing ‘fore he enters the ring there’s no body to batter when your mind is your might so when you go solo you hold your own hand and remember that depth is the greatest of heights and if you know where you stand then you know where to land and if you fall it wont matter ‘cause you’ll know that you’re right

[headkiss]

hii!! how r u?? i hope fine :) i love ur work so much and i was wondering if u could write sth with steve, maybe r being tired and ready for a nap but she cant cause then she wont sleep at night and that stresses her out so steve kinda forceses her not to sleep and r is like cuddly and stuff ?? ignore how detailed that was. feel free to change however you like

hiii i’m good ty!! hope u are too <33 tysm for ur request, as a tired girl, i enjoyed writing this one :)) | 0.5k major fluff

You’re watching random reruns on TV with Steve when your tiredness hits you. The heavy eyes, the droopy head that you have to jerk back up to keep yourself awake.

It’s probably the fifth time you do it when Steve—with his arm around your shoulders, his thigh against yours—huffs a laugh.

“You can sleep if you want to.”

“No, I can’t,” you whine, your head tilting back to rest on his arm.

“Why not? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

He’s right. You’re tired often, but it seems to be hitting you harder today.

“Because, if I sleep now, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Sleep for you is already hard to come by at night, and Steve knows that. It’s probably why he thinks you should get some rest now. As good as a nap sounds, you know it’ll only make things worse for you tonight.

“Sweetheart.”

“You know I’m right.”

You are, but Steve just wants you to feel better. On the bad nights, he’ll stay awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how late (early?) it is. He squeezes his arm around you.

“Okay. Do you want me to make coffee?”

He’s so quick to offer and it makes you smile. Most caring boy ever, especially with you. Instead of telling you you’re being silly, or something like that, all he wants to do is help in any way he can.

“Mmm. Then I’ll be too awake, you know?”

“How about a non-drowsy tea?”

“That would be nice.”

“‘Kay. I’ll put the kettle on.”

He stands from the couch, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the clink of a mug on the counter, the tap running. It’s so nice to live with someone you love, you think, to get to hear them be present all the time. So peaceful, that your eyes are heavy all over again.

You get up to avoid shutting your eyes, walking to the kitchen. For a minute, you just observe him. The way his t-shirt stretches across his back, the way his hair sits a bit messier from leaning on the cushions.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, dropping your cheek to rest between his shoulders.

Steve jumps just a bit, “you scared me. Sneaky thing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble against his back.

His hands run across your arms, “don’t you dare be sorry for hugging me.”

He squeezes your arms lightly before going back to your tea. The kettle’s placed on the stove, the tea bag ripped open and dropped into your mug. Then, he turns in your hold.

Your head is tilted upwards to look at him, and Steve can’t stop himself from pushing your hair from your face gently.

“Hi,” you say, a lazy smile on your face.

“Hi.” He pecks you once, twice, three times. “Still tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Hopefully this’ll help.”

Before you can say anything he grabs your hand and spins you around, making you dance with him with no music besides the sound of the kettle getting warmer on the stove.

“Steve,” you try to sound like you’re complaining, but the smile is evident in your voice.

This is much better than napping, you think.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

A Tale of Two Dragons

5/6 - The Exiled Snake

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Roman is, surprisingly, having a lovely day in the Witch's cabin. Unfortunately, the day ends on a far less lovely note.

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No TWs for most of this chapter I don't think they really are just chilling. At the end beware of a character being attacked and drugged - it's very brief.

Remus has officially caused some problems :3

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It had been a few hours since Roman woke up from whatever the hell Remus had given him - It had upset him greatly to learn that his brother didn't just want to spend time with him for once but that's a whole other issue - and in that time he’d been freed of his blindfold as well as his gag and by goodness did he have a nice view. 

At least that was the one thing going for this. The witch’s home was beautiful. Cluttered and messy but warm and bright with candles as it began to get dark. The room he was in wasn’t too cold or too warm and it smelled rather pleasantly of a mixture of different herbs that Roman didn’t think he could name. Maybe he could smell rosemary. 

The witch himself was… also rather appealing in looks. Roman didn’t want to admit it considering his current situation as a kidnap-ee, but he was simply thinking the truth. The witch was tall and strong looking under his mysterious looking clothing, his hair was dark and curly and soft-looking as it hung over his face, hiding his gorgeous violet eyes

He had even given Roman a pillow to rest his head on and wrapped a blanket around him when he put out the fire and headed into the next room to sleep for the night. Roman, as expected, didn’t sleep all that well sat up and tied, but the next morning the witch gave him something that made him feel like he’d slept for hours followed by a frankly delicious breakfast that he’d had to feed him with a fork, making the both of them blush at the pure absurdity of the situation. 

The witch also wasn’t actually so bad at conversation, when it came down to it.

“What are you up to?” Roman asked, shuffling his chair around a little so that he could watch the witch work, leaning forward as much as his binds could allow to try and see what he was grinding together in his mortar, the witch hummed and turned to face him, before releasing he’d managed to turn the chair around himself and chuckling. 

“It’s nothing much,” He said, “Just another little jinx from my ex… he wont leave me alone.”

Single and gay? Sign Roman up - no. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, he was open with Janus about the potential of polyamory in their relationship, but he couldn’t go trying to romance the man who’d had a hand in kidnapping him, no matter how kind he was being. 

“Ah,” Roman said, “I’m sorry, if I wasn’t bound to this chair I’d go out and deal with him for you.”

“Right,” The witch scoffed, shaking his head and going back to mixing up the herbs. Crushing what looked like a belladonna flower into the mix, Roman winced, that would be one nasty spell. 

“No really!” Roman said when it became clear that the witch didn’t believe him, “I would do so! You don’t seem like a terrible person, whatever he did to deserve such a hex must be quite awful-”

“You-” The witch paused, “I kidnapped you-!”

“Remus kidnapped me,” Roman corrected.

“What…” He sighed, “Whatever, my ex was a dick, you’re right, that’s why I left and came out here.”

“I’m sorry you were treated that way,” Roman said, sounding more serious and soft than before. His tail flicked as much as it could in its binds, he hated to think anyone living within his borders was being treated badly. 

“It’s- it’s fine, not your fault,” The witch looked away quickly, down at his mortar. Roman watched a tear fall into the mix before the witch hastily wiped his eyes, “My uh- my name is Virgil.”

“Oh!” Roman said brightly, “Nice to meet you, Virgil! My name’s Roman.”

“I know, dumbass,” Virgil huffed, Roman could practically feel him rolling his eyes. 

“So… Virgil…”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Virgil sighed deeply, Roman just grinned.

“Can you tell me about your witchy stuff?” he asked, Virgil turned with a surprised look, tilting his head, clearly that hadn’t been what he was expecting.

“Why would you need to know about that?” Virgil asked, “Aren’t you super powerful?”

Roman baulked, “Well- yes - but- but not with witchcraft! My magic is more uh - I suppose it’s in my blood? With my ancestry my magic just comes naturally - it’s not practised like yours! Witchcraft fascinates me…”

“Okay okay calm down-” Virgil said, though his face was dusted a rather adorable pink, “I can- I can show you the basics if you really want.”

The afternoon was spent with Virgil teaching Roman various basic magic practices. Of course, Roman’s hands being bound did make it a little difficult for him to actually do anything, though that was of course Virgil’s intention, it was a little frustrating. 

But, miraculously, by the time they were ready for dinner, Roman almost thought he would consider them friends. 

It was starting to get late, but Virgil had let Roman up from the chair, with the caveat that he had to keep his hands - and thus his magic - bound. But at least that let him move to the comfier sofa with the witch, where he could read over his shoulder. It was a nice story, and Roman was just starting to fall asleep against Virgil’s shoulder when he felt something. 

A pinprick in his chest, a tiny, warm feeling that had him sitting up. Virgil looked up at him, confused, before his eyes widened. 

“You-” Virgil said, frowning, “Is your crown supposed to glow like that?”

Roman made a noise - he couldn’t tell what it was, his magic being cut off meant that the feelings he relied on to keep his friends and partner safe was far away and difficult to keep a hold on, but he could tell something was happening.

“Someone’s in trouble,” Roman says, “All- all my friends have a piece of jewellery - like a charm, I bought them so I’d always know if they were in trouble - I-”

“Okay okay, slow down,” Virgil said, taking hold of Roman’s arms and taking a deep breath for him to follow, “Can you tell anything else about what’s happening?”

Roman shook his head, a little panicked, “Not- not with these restraints on-”

“You’re not gonna bolt if I take them off of you, right?” Virgil asked. Roman didn’t know if he was being truthful when he did it, but he shook his head anyway. Virgil carefully reached around Roman to untie the magical rope on his wrists. 

Once he was free, Roman closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths, taking Virgil’s hand to ground himself as he focused on the feeling. 

“It’s Janus-” Roman says softly, “He- Janus is my partner, he- he’s outside of the kingdom-”

“Is that… bad?” Virgil asked tentatively. 

“Yeah - he- he’s a refugee - exiled from his home kingdom, the palace took him in a few years ago, but it’s not safe for him out there - he’s a Naga, there are people who are after him and no-one would dare with him under my protection but outside of the kingdom is free game - what is he doing out there?”

Virgil looked torn, conflicted, he squeezed Roman’s hand where he was still holding it, “Okay… so he’s in trouble?” He asked, “Like - potentially in trouble or actively in trouble.”

“Actively in trouble- he’s terrified,” Roman said, eyes still closed as he focused on Janus’ earrings - he wasn’t wearing them, which was strange too, but Roman could still feel how Janus was feeling through them, “I think he’s being attacked, can’t be sure- Virgil-”

“You wanna go and save him,” Virgil said, already standing up, helping Roman to his feet.

“You’re… letting me?”

“Someone you love is in trouble,” Virgil told him, “Probably because of the shit plan I involved myself in, of course I’m letting you.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, even smiling, “Thank you Virgil - oh! You should come too- we might make use of your magic,” Roman said - though in reality he really just wanted Virgil to accompany him. 

Virgil nodded, and moments later had gathered a bag of offensive supplies - potions, physical spells and other materials - as well as his staff, and he was ushering Roman out of the door.

Before they could get far, Roman crouched down and told Virgil to climb onto his back. They would be able to get there faster if it was just Roman, and that way he could use his magic to get there quicker too. Eventually, Virgil complied with just a little grumbling and soon enough they were running through the woods towards where Roman could feel Janus’ panic. 

—-

Back at the castle, Remus slept soundly whilst Logan and Patton had a hushed but panicked conversation in Logan’s office, they’d both felt the signal too. They were worried about Janus, and about Roman - who hadn’t even woken up to respond to it. Eventually, after much convincing from Patton, he and Logan decided to go after Janus themselves. 

Remus woke up half an hour later feeling like something was distinctly wrong. 

—-

Janus was surrounded. Even if he shifted into his snake-like form, there was no way he would be able to escape now. They had nets, and they’d already shot him with some kind of dart that made him slow and dizzy. All he could do was clutch his earrings and hope someone would come to his rescue….

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[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 9

Shu: …..

Mm…I don't know, what is this shaking…an earthquake?

Kuro: Ah, did you wake up Shu? 

Shu: Gyou!? Ryu, Ryu~ku…Kiryu!

What, what kind of situation am I in? Explain right now! Why are you carrying me like a princess!?

Kuro: Nah, this is just the easiest way to carry you. You were taller than me as a kid and it was hard to hold you…

Now, your shorter than me ♪

Shu: Well, compared to you the rest of humanity is also minimal/tiny! Hey, let me down! It’s so embarrassing, we’re both not children anymore!

Kuro: That’s right, I thought you wouldn’t mind it. 

Because I saw you stumble in the hallway, no way can you just pass it off…I’ll carry you right to the infirmary. So, shut up.

Shu: Gh, gu? You thought I fell down?

Kuro: You don;t look too good, 

your body hasn’t been strong for a while now. Be careful, are you eating proper meals?

Even as a kid, there was low blood sugar and collapsing~ ♪

Shu: Ah, I’m sorry I just stay up all night. And I don’t enjoy eating very much, it’s painful to have foreign things into my body. 

Kuro: You're still very picky, aren’t you? That’s why my mum would get mad at me. 

Shu: …..

Kuro: …I know many things about the new Valkyrie, finally at the top of Yumenosaki.

But, trying to stay on a throne, you’re doing the best you can right? 

There’s no point in falling down a path like that if no one’s happy.

Shu: Stop trying to be bossy and preaching out to me. Your mother, who wont be present even at the end of your life…so with that mouth why do you choose to care about other people’s physician conditions/abilities?

Don’t pretend to be kind to me, you villain!

Kuro: I don’t have anything left to say, just don’t exhaust yourself again. You’ll faint. 

Because people who lose their conscience often are twice as heavy as normal people. Wake up properly and don’t cause so much trouble. 

Shu: I don’t remember asking. Kiryu?

Kuro: I know, that’s why I told you I’ll mind my own business. 

Shu: Hmph! And please correct yourself a little. I didn’t fall down.

I still have Valkyrie, the best, high quality unit which cannot be compared to the vulgarity of the other units. 

Just because of some system created for lives and festivals turning this into a game…

We don’t have live showdowns at all, we just can’t get results that quick.

While in the meantime, other people are displaying barbaric behaviours…

If there is a higher rank than us, know it’s because of ridiculous rules created to play this game.

We have not lost even once. We ‘Valkyrie’ are the best idol group, yes?

Only loser’s find such things regrettable.

Kuro: That’s right I guess. You’ve chosen the war route, I’ve changed the rules of this game myself from those smart guys. 

In that world, you’re officially no longer at the top of Yumenosaki. 

It’s no use complaining. Like in a soccer game, no matter how many home runs your able to hit, you won’t get a score. 

Shu: Damn!...I’m frustrated, these snobs who can’t understand art!

We’re showing the best stage, why aren’t we being appreciated? Not even awarded?

It’s wrong! All of this! Who made Yumenosaki like this!?

Kuro: I can’t tell you that…

I’m chewing more than I can take, it can’t be helped even if I complain now. I’ve been completely trapped in mold. 

Before it happened, the path those malicious people took was horrible. We lost because we couldn’t see through the conspiracy. Even if I regret it, it’s too late.

I’m sorry Shu. That I can’t do anything. A long time ago, I even swore to absolutely protect you. 

My mother is going to be angry with me.

Shu: It’s just a promise from childhood, Kiryu. You don’t have to worry so much about it. You still carry me and move around with me like this, and even talk to me…

It’s you that can’t be saved, right?

I’m not a child crying over the tyranny of bullies anymore. 

You can take care of me like you say over and over again, but please let me down. 

I don't want to be spoiled by you anymore, I want to get stronger too…

Kuro: I see, oh you’re still weak, just stubborn now huh.

Shu: Even if you give a crying child what they want, the bullying will still happen to the happy child. (?)

That’s fine by me. If the rules have changed, let’s just accept it. 

Let’s stand in the same ring and fight fairly. We’re supreme beings no matter what the world see’s.

To DreamFes…let’s have a live showdown.

So I’ll give the snobs at that blood festival what they want, and their corpses will be drowned within the mud. I’ll make them regret touching my wrath. 

Kuro: But isn’t it graded according to people's expectation/preference?

Shu: Just what are you talking about, Kiryu?

Kuro: No, well, this time…human’s and high schoolers…don’t think about bad thing’s…

There’s..nothing, it's just my worries.

But be careful Icchan, I can’t help you up on stage.

Shu: Thank you for your help, actually.

Those who are excellent will be given an award corresponding to their efforts.

If not, the world is between us all. 

so cute!

[dualityvn]

Sorry Tenebris, I promise this isn’t to give Keith a hard time.

Keith, babes, your last relationship taught you:

“I could do better…”

Do better as in surround yourself with better people right?

Cause the only thing remotely wrong you did was not advocate for yourself, and your wants and needs.

You try your best and thats all that matters baby doll, ain’t nobody in the world worth putting yourself through pain like that.

Your last lover was scum, and didn’t deserve any of the things you did for them. Nobody should tell you to that you need to change like that.

I don’t think you understand how lucky most people would be, just to be with you (you unfiltered and unchanged)

You are a gentleman, who enjoys books and botany, who likes to cook and is a hopeless romantic. You are very caring and a very kind lover.

You are legitimately straight from a romance novel Keith, I don’t know how you don’t see that thousands of people fantasize about having some just like you. That’s without even mentioning how beautiful you are.

You are more than enough, you’re so much more than enough Doll.

And a the very least, if the rest of this falls on deaf ears, I love you as you are, that includes your hobbies, that includes you preferences, that includes your mistakes, because you will make them, everyone does.

I know this wont change how you think immediately, but I’ll be here to work with you. It was you who deserved better.

And anyone who say otherwise is actually going to get their skull caved in.

Anyways, later dork, love you.

"Love, you're making me cry again. I-in a good way, of course. But thank you. I'll try to have a little more faith in myself, even though it's hard. I love you too, you can't imagine how much." - Keith

[bridgyrose]

ooooh, 👀 woud love more reincarnated!Beryl and Usagi shenanigans

Beryl smiled as she watched Usagi from the opposite side of the classroom, a small smile creeping across her lips as she could already see the necklace’s effect on the girl. It had taken weeks to find out Princess Serenity’s true identity, and now, having the necklace around Usagi’s neck for a week, it was already becoming clear that her powers were draining into the small stone. One week and Usagi was already looking a little older by a couple years, struggling to fit in any more than what she did. 

“This is the third uniform I’ve gone through and it still doesnt feel right,” Usagi said as she tried to adjust her top. “Why does this have to happen to me?” 

“Maybe its part of being a sailor guardian,” Ami suggested. 

Makoto sighed and helped adjust Usagi’s uniform. “Or you’re just going through a growth spurt. Nothing to worry about.” 

Usagi sighed and slumped into her chair. “I guess you’re right.” 

Beryl slowly made her way over as she listened to the conversation, putting up a fake, friendly smile as she made her way next to Usagi. “How’s everything going, Usagi?” 

“I’m doing alright, Naru,” Usagi said with a weak smile. “Just been… dealing with a few things.” 

“Maybe you need to rest a bit. You’ve been busy and havent exactly been around much.” 

“You… might be right.” 

“We could hang out like we used to.” Naru put a hand on Usagi’s shoulder, glancing down at the gem on the necklace, watching it glow as it started to drain more of Serenity’s energy. “Nephrite and I were planning on going to a cafe today after class to grab a chocolate parfait that we can share. You could join us to relax.” 

“Usagi needs to come study with us,” Ami said in an almost matter of fact tone. “She’s been failing a few classes-” 

“Naru is right, I… could use a little time to relax.” Usagi smiled at Naru. “I’ll join you after class.” 

Naru smiled and pulled Usagi into a small hug for a moment. “I promise, you wont regret it.” 

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Naru smiled as she watched Usagi walk into the cafe, waving her over to join. “You made it!” 

“Well, you were right, I do need to relax.” Usagi sat down next to Naru and took a deep breath as she looked over the menu. “And I am pretty hungry right now. Makoto is probably right, just a growth spurt.” 

“You sure spend a lot of time with those girls, dont you?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Naru’s smile started to fade a bit as she looked down at the parfait on the table. “You’ve been spending so much more time with them than you have me lately. Makoto, Rei, Ami, Minako… you never talked to them before. And then, you suddenly started to talk to them. Rei doesnt even go here and you spend more time with them than me. Dont you think that's strange?” 

Usagi looked at her curiously. “Naru, what is this about?” 

“What this is about is making sure that you cant leave me anymore.” Beryl let her disguise fall for a moment as she flashed a smile at Usagi as Nephrite walked up behind her and put a hand on Usagi’s shoulder. “I’m sure you wont mind that, Serenity.” 

“Wait Naru-” 

Naru grinned as she watched Nephrite drain the rest of Usagi’s energy, causing her to slump over onto the table. She quickly snatched the necklace from Usagi’s neck and nodded to Nephrite. “Take her back to my place.” 

“Shouldnt we take care of her while she’s like this?” Nephrite asked. “She’s stood in your way-” 

“And now she’s powerless to stop us.” Naru picked up the chocolate parfait, gently offering a bite to Nephrite. “And you’ve done well. Not even the rest of her sailor guardians will know what happened to her.” 

Nephrite nodded and picked Usagi up, putting her over his shoulder. “Of course, my queen.” 

Naru put the spoon back, and then placed a hand on Nephrite’s cheek. “Now, let’s go home and get us the kingdom we deserve.”

[limbobilbo]

Cringe lyrics I wrote for some of the ultrakill songs:

The Fire is Gone:

Here I stand

Isolation, the end

Nothing above, nor below

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last,

the fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last the fire is gone.

The voices, the screams

The blood and the gore

All silent

The fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last, the fire is gone

Mankind is dead

And blood is my curse

At last, the fire is gone.

Hell has gone quiet

I know that for sure.

And at last, the fire is gone.

Take Care (the terminal song):

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

The Fight for your life

Is causing you strife

So stop

And take a rest now

Weapons and Creatures galore

Gaming and Shopping and more

Keep the lights on

I’ll keep singing this song

So stop

And get some rest now

Screams all around you

In their home they’ve found you

Forget

And take a load off

Rest for a while

You can’t even smile

But I know

Its what youre thinking

All that blood and that gore

Isnt here anymore

Forget all about it

Pay them no mind at all

Let’s have a break now

You’re just a machine

Unable to dream

But I know

You can take a break now

And once you are gone

I’ll stop singing my song

Once more

But then again I know

You’ll come back for one more show

And I’ll be right here

And Ready to cheer

You up

and so

I see you depart

But know in your heart

Or whatever

You have

Inside you

That I am drunk

On the love that I feel

Towards you

And only you

And I know once again

You’ll come back to me and then

I’ll sing me song

And you wont stay for long

But you’ll know

To rest now

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

Versus:

no matter what

you think you are

no matter what

you think I am

We are the same

[chorus]

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM- (WE ARENT ONE)

[chorus]

What are you

Going to do

I’ll succeed

And you’ll be through

So take your gun

Shoot at me

No you missed

You are not

On par with me

You’ll never be

You’re just a poor

Reflection of me

I will break you

[chorus]

Take your shot

I know you’ll miss again

This is your test

Single Combat

You and me

No holds barred

So step on up and fight

Versus V

What do you think

Will come of this

Break apart

You heap of tin

And then you’ll come back

Try to best me

I kill you one more time

You’re no match for

V

Im your adversary

Shadow on the wall

A reflection of you

To bring your downfall

[chorus]

[chorus]

Everything you do

You do poorly

Even following my lead

You’ll just mess up again

YOU DISGUST ME

[chorus]

Your plan

Is just a charade

No matter what you do

We’ll still be caged

So try again you pathetic construct

The only way you’ll best me is through luck

Im your foe

your greatest adversary

Now die for V!

Divine intervention (Gabriel act 1):

Everything before

Faced beyond that door

Was just a test

Infernal Machine

Slumber in eternal rest

Father

In your light I walk

Before me it glows

Grant me thy strength

To vanquish this foe

Pray to god

And hope that he

Chooses to forgive

Your trespasses

Upon this ground

If not

Then I

Shall rend thy flesh

Bow before

The Father above

Grant me strength

Grant me that my work

May be simple and clean

Make your last stand you foul machine

I am in gods light

Following order

Grant me this fight

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Damned machine

Being of steel

Mankind is dead

Blood is not yours to steal

Blade in hand and

Faith in heart

Let will be done

Now that would be smart

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Blood and Gore

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Red and Black

Feel my blade

Rend thy flesh

Fall into darkness

Return and then Depart.

Altars of Apostasy:

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Burn now

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Oh lord

Burn in the fires of hell

Repent all your sins

Your soul is damned

Pray for forgiveness

Oh lord

Grant me strength

And mercy

Oh God

Forgive me

Oh lord

Oh happy day

Save me

Please lord

Is there no end

To this

Oh please

Save me

Dear lord

Help me

Please

Death of God’s will (gabriel act 2):

(I didnt do this one in full only got a bit)

My mind is clear now

All around me, red and black

Blood and hatred galore

I see the truth now

Call me apostate

Now face my sword or bow down

I am in hatred now

This is thy fate

Die beneath my blade!

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 and we are at 4x06. He came back and sat down and went ‘okay so i am now fully relaxed and chill. I talked to myself in the mirror. And we both agreed that going forward, i will be now more calm.’ ‘What is this? Ohhhh Kinnetik launch party! awww he gave the check back. I knew it was killing him to accept the help…quick question, why didn’t he remove the showers? JUSTIN! Are we back to normal? Oh shit, Deb and Em are roommates!! BLONDIE IS BACK! MY BLONDIE IS BACK! Aww Brian, is gonna make a speec- why the fuck is Lindsay following him up there? Girl get the fuck out, you have nothing to do with any of this. AWW FEMALE BLONDIE IS UP THERE. See! SHE makes sense. Linds doesnt. AND JUSTIN! Now he makes sense because HE NAMED IT! Shoo lindsay, this isnt your moment. LOOK AT THEM KISSING! I LOVE THIS! This was nice! Finally my blondie is back!’ ‘Now why the fuck is Debbie ignoring Vic? Right, she’s angry but still. RAGE? A MOVIE?! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! She needs to stop being a bitch to Vic. I get shes angry but still’ ‘awwww he immediately went to Brian to tell him the news! Of course he did. MY BLONDIE IS BACK! That’s right Brian, go back to school Justin! Look at him making time to celebrate Justin. AWWWW’ ‘TED! AND EM! oh shit, this is gonna be tough, isn’t it? Yeah, i was right, this is tough. Fuck. I feel ripped in half. Im happy for Ted, i understand Em, but i want them to be friends again. Fuck’ ‘oh ben is miserable. And jealous and a bitch. Bro, he is your partner, you’re supposed to be supportive no matter what. Fuck you man’ ‘okay, i get Ted but dude! Come on. Hasn’t Blakey been through enough? Let that man live, he can’t catch a fucking break’ ‘FINALLY VIC AND DEBBIE MADE UP! We have a lot of catching up to do so let’s get to it babies! *waves to deb and vic* this is us when we grow up. Why is she bringing up what all she did for him because of aids? That’s wrong. I take it back, this isn’t us when we grow up. OH FUCK YOU DEBBIE! TOTALLY NOT US! NOT US! NEVER US!’ *he forced me to pinky promise that that wont be us* ‘did they change babylon? I dont remember this bench thing, because i know for a fact that they wouldve fucked on it by season 2. Ohhh Justin being sassy to Brian. Ohhh ibiza *says it like justin and then brian corrects justin* okay, my bad. He could have anything he wanted and he is betting school? HE REALLY CARES ABOUT HIS EDUCATION AND FUTURE. Fellas, how about this, you both fuck him. That way, you go to ibiza AND back to school? Win win’ ‘no Ben, the only piece of shit here is you. What a jealous prick. Who does that? Mike literally told him that he shouldnt judge his book cause he’s not smart enough since he didnt go to community college, which was fucked up b-t-w just to make up for hurting his feelings and this fucker cant even pretend to be happy for a moment? Fuck you. YEAH, GO OFF MIKE’ ‘aw Blake and Emmett. I need them to be friends. Oh god, i just had a realization. I sound like that chick in mean girls who wanted to bake cupcakes and make everyone friends. Blake, deserves the world!’ And now we are at the Britin/gym scene ‘it took 4 seasons for Justin to go with him to the gym? Bullshit, this man was stalking Brian like crazy in season 1. He would’ve had gym membership AND his personal trainer by episode 3. Ohhh its that guy! Damn, Brian really wants him to go back to school. What is he doing? Justin, what did you do? CRABS? What a little shit. I missed this. I missed them’ ‘Lindsay, what the fuck are we doing here again? Bagel? Hair and outfit, looking like that? Babe, what is going on? This is weird AND creepy. DUDE HANDS OFF HER ASS! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. YOU SHOULD’VE PUNCHED HIM HARDER AND LET HIM FALL! PIG’

Brother shouting about Lindsay being up on the stage at the launch party is so correct. WHY IS SHE THERE?

Your brother getting all worried and upset about Vic and Debbie's fight. I'm going to cry.

BRIAN DOES CARE ABOUT JUSTIN'S EDUCATION! I am so soft about that.

it took 4 seasons for Justin to go with him to the gym? Bullshit, this man was stalking Brian like crazy in season 1. He would’ve had gym membership AND his personal trainer by episode 3 OKAY I snorted at that. So accurate.

UGH the start of Lindsay and that guy. UGH

[noel-rine]

it’s a matter of wanting to stay in the same place you’re comfortable forever or doing something new for a change. yeah it’s scary trying out the latter, but with so much that’s happened? the latter is honestly my favorite. do new things. you meet different versions of you that you thought never existed. it’s quite interesting to look back at the old me in comparison to the me now.

i so can tolerate loneliness better than i could in the past. it does not hurt me to play on that jungle gym or be that lonely kid on that swingset while others you knew before are together enjoying themselves. rejection- is something that hurts no longer. personally- if you choose someone over me? please, by all means- have them. but understand i will not chase you down. i like to choose myself and can find solitude in it. have them, but i prefer to go my own path after so i hope ppl who chose others enjoy their life without me because im not a person you come back to when things fall apart or you suddenly feel my absence weighing you. you will figure it out and i wish you the best and i truly hope youre happy without me. genuinely, at your happiest and hope that happiest grows within you as time goes by and your memories with me fade even more to a point it does not hurt thinking of me any longer. being alone is not anything that hurts me. the past months- ive been in the darkest pits. getting myself out for the most part- on my own.. and with the help of some and one person i can call my friend.. best friend.. has lead me out of that hole. i am not the same person ppl knew months or years ago. i will not go back and beg for ppl to come back at all. are there some nights where i think softly of past folk? yes. can i go back and smile to some old memories of them? yes. is there a chance i want them back in my life? truthfully? the answer is no. unfortunately, rebuilding isnt something i want to do. if i wasnt a person that can fulfill your life, i mean this in friendships/relationships/everyone thats gone now…. then believe me when i say someone will eventually replace me and for the better possibly. i wish you all the best and hope your life turns out even better without me.. just understand. regardless of how changed i am… those who knew a version of me… some part of you i take into the next version of myself.

right now my heart is in the wildest place. it is in a maze of thoughts…. places…. with a certain person i come to grow for… someone i call my best friend.. i may have met you months back and youve been helping me- seen the worst of me… broken and lost all hope for myself. and right now even as i am.. in a maze…. Luna, i wont deny your feelings for me as mines for you have grown over time 🖤

i still remember the words you told me six days of meeting me…

“maybe you made mistakes.. maybe you lost a lot of people you loved… maybe you want to be alone right now… maybe you even hate how im here with you and prefer for me to leave you alone… but even as you are noel…. im going to stick it out cause i know i can help you be in a happier spot in life. you may feel you lost it all and feel like nothing matters. but noel, improvement is never late. show not to me, but to yourself that you can change for the better. you might hate me being here right now telling you this and probably want me to leave, but i wont. im going to sit here knowing you may think im annoying and going to make you change into someone you thought you couldnt be. youre my friend and i care to see the biggest change within our time together in this life as friends. noel, im here for you.”

i still have this entire screenshot… of you saying this…. i- mmmm…. did change… a lot since the past three to four months… you… my best friend… Luna….. are my biggest… admiration.. never gave up…. and still are here each day…. but now… your feelings for me have grown a lot. each day you keep reminding me of how you enjoy your time with me. and… during that time months ago… in that moment. youre right… i wanted to be alone… i felt annoyed. felt like no one can help me…Luna….

im in this maze… of thoughts about you. i cant even sleep. im just up. rereading past messages exchanged between us as youre asleep right now softly and happy getting a “goodnight” message from me as you snapped at me of how cheery you get….i…mmmm…

I too have fallen in love with you Luna… I love you..

[nightdreamdaymare]

12/18/2020

Break my soul in two 

Looking for you but you're right here 

>> Looking for you in every partner I’ve had since you, wanting your love and affection from others who can’t/wont give it to me, because they’re not you. Feeling as if no one has ever really “seen” me. Feeling like I’m always in two places at once. 

If I can't relate to you anymore

Then who am I related to?

>> Knowing you is a knowing deeper than I’ve experienced with anyone else, it is beautiful and dangerous what I become with and without you.

And if this is the long haul

How'd we get here so soon?

>> seven years, too long and too soon, so much has happened over the years. 

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you?

>> I know she’s probably saying this out of spite, but for me it’s an honest statement of something I omitted for a long time, at least in the beginning years. 

And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering where did my baby go?

>> Reminds me of plastic cups of wine in the sand, or up on the rooftop looking at the moon, or the sidewalk under the light, and when I’ve gone to my ocean I think about us during in-between times, wondering what you’re doing and if you’re happy. 

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry go

>> The dog days of Blue Rock, and Studio Sharise, and the late night karaoke. 

Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Over and over

>> This is a nod to acknowledging not making you my priority when I should have, not choosing you when I should have, and the hurt that I’ve caused you while being with others, and through the years. 

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments, close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

>> Sunsets render only to sunrise- making the same mistakes over and over again, being disappointed and wondering why things with others didn’t work out and it’s never really a surprise. As long as we are in each others lives, we have unfinished business that we need to work through and settle. 

The question pounds my head

"What's a lifetime of achievement?”

>> I’m always worried about the future, and security, because I’ve never had it. And even when I realized I was with someone that did have the money, or the sense of security or knowing someone wouldn’t abandon me it never mattered at the end of the day, because they couldn’t nurture me in the ways I need, the way that you not only understand me at my core, but love and support and nurture the good, and recognize and accept my downfalls. Living in a big house isn’t worth it if it’s empty. 

If I pushed you to the edge

But you were too polite to leave me

>>You have always had the right to walk away and never look back, I am undeserving of the time you have given me. 

And do you miss the rogue

Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

>> This reminds me of our early days, it was heavy and velvet, we loved each other and hurt each other too much.

Will you forgive my soul

When you're…

Over and over

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments, close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

>> This is a nod to the past two years, not fully learning lessons and making decisions that literally almost killed me.

Were you waiting at our old spot

In the tree line by the gold clock

Did I leave you hanging every single day?

Were you standing in the hallway

With a big cake, happy birthday

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

A universe away

>> “Falling and missing, you” When we’ve showed up in each others lives time after time, although with no malintent we have brought chaos into each others lives and hurt not only each other but our other partners. 

And when I got into the accident

The sight that flashed before me was your face

But when I walked up to the podium

I think that I forgot to say your name

>> Knowing in my heart, time after time that it’s always been you, but when faced with a choice, remaining silent every time. “again, you with just enough wine, to stand at the precipice, with just enough, to stand there.”

I'm on a bench in Coney Island wondering where did my baby go?

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry go

Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Over and over

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments, close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down

The sight that flashed before me was your face

When the sun goes down

But I think that I forgot to say your name

Over and over

Sorry for not making you my

Making you my

Making you my centerfold

>> To fall, one must jump, and I’ve always had one foot cemented in the ground. 

[linahopeeeee]

Behind the Bleachers 2

Part 1

You and Katsuki have been dating for the past two years, since your first year of college when you walked into his math lecture and completely changed his life.

Now its no surprise that Katsuki Bakugou can be a bit mean to people, male, female, or non-binary , he treats everyone the same. So you can probably imagine the shock on everyone’s faces when the big and bad Katsuki Bakugou was nice to you.

He would hold the door open for you, carry your books to your classes, even if he wasn’t in the same class. He would compliment you endlessly, and attack your face with kisses whenever you were in the same room.

In other words, Katsuki Bakugou was a fucking simp. But only for you.

~~~~~~~~~

The second you both step foot inside your dorm Katsuki is gently pushing you down on the bed, mouth attacking yours in a heated kiss, using his tongue to explore your mouth.

He begins sucking on your neck, leaving a trail of dark hickey’s in his wake. He continues leaving a trail of kisses down the rest of your body, until he gets to your pretty little cunt.

“Fuck you’re so wet” he groans out the second his finger comes in contact with your wet heat, your pants and panties have already been discarded, thrown carelessly around the room. He gathers your slick on his fingers before plunging two of them into you quickly.

The sudden intrusion causing a guttural moan to fall from your lips as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you quickly.

“you’re already gonna cum?” he asks with a slight scoff “I’ve barely even started and you’re already clenching around my fingers”

“FUCK! Gonna cum” you warn before your first of many orgasms for the day rips right through you. His fingers slow down but don’t stop as he keeps thrusting them inside of you to help you ride out your orgasm.

After your breathing has returned to normal and the last remaining moments of your orgasm fade away you think he’ll at least give you a short break to recuperate but nope.

His tongue is licking a long strip from your slit up to your clit, cleaning up any remnants of your previous orgasm, a small whimper escapes you, toes curling as he begins sucking on your sensitive clit.

Believe it or not but your second orgasm comes quicker than the first, your hole clenching down around nothing, head thrown back into the pillow as moans repeatedly fall from your lips.

Katsuki’s eyes never leave your face, loving the way your face contorts from the pleasure your receiving. Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening and your tongue poking slightly.

He loves the face you make when he roughly sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around the nub.

Loves the way your back arches off the bed, and the way your hands find the back of his head in order to push his head further into your pussy.

What he really loves though, is the way your grinding your pussy across his face to help yourself tip over the edge of your orgasm, your slick coating the entire lower part of his face just the way he likes it.

“wanna ride you” you tell him after he’s finally managed to pull himself away from your delectable pussy, no matter how much he didn’t want to.

Once he’s layed out on the bed you slowly begin sinking yourself down on his thick cock, the stretch forcing a loud groan out of you but Katsuki’s hands come up to begin tugging softly at your nipples, swollen and puffy and super sensitive.

The second you begin slowly rocking your hips, Katsuki knows he wont last long, you’re too tight and so so wet. And the way your velvety walls are practically sucking him in has his cock twitch inside of you, so he’s determined to make you cum again before he does.

His thumb comes down and begins rubbing your clit at a fast pace, watching the way your eyes close as he begins thrusting up inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting that soft spot inside of you with every thrust.

Katsuki smirks to himself as he  feels you clenching down on him and he knows your gonna cum.

“oh fuck” you moan out, hands pinching your nipples as you cum, Katsuki following closely, a few more thrusts and he’s emptying himself deep within you, painting your walls white.

“fuck I love you” he says, smashing his lips to yours before he fucks you again in the shower.

A/N: i wasnt supposed to post this until tomorrow but i was bored so here it is :) let me know what you guys think ❤️❤️

[helpforihavefallen]

Hello!! I have fallen for Aaron Z if you have any romantic imagines (like how is he when he has a crush on you/dating in general) for him I would be so grateful thank you so much!

For sure i have something for him! It’s easier to put all these thoughts to headcanons i hope you don’t mind ^^

Crushing: 

- Aaron Z is a bit shy, you could say. At first when you met him you were convinced that he practically hated you as he never spoke to you. But you always caught him looking at your direction

- But as more time went forward you realized how caring and sweet person he actually is under the stoic way of acting.

- Generally he doesn’t really talk much around his crush at first. Stumbling through every sentence he tries to speak much to his dislike. But you’ll find him somewhere close usually anyway even if you’re talking to the other members. He’s always looking after you, it’s like having your own personal body guard.

- But he is still sweating rocks every time you are close to him or even look at him. Poor boy is so smitten he doesn’t even know how to stand properly.

- So we all know he’s athletic right? So instead of talking like a normal person, Z tries to impress you with his skills in sports and sick dance moves. He always plays it off like “Yeah did this on my first try.” But T is a snitch and always tells that he was indeed practicing the said trick like an hour before you showed up.

- If you’re shorter than him, you better believe you’re going to be a professional arm rest for him literally everywhere. He always makes excuses like “My arm is so tired” but really he just likes being close to you, he’s just not going to admit that though.

- Z really took his time when he was about to confess you to you though. He wanted to get to know you better before diving head first into this. He ended up confessing when you have offered to stay in the studio with him late. It was a small gesture, but you didn’t know how much it actually meant to him.

- He really does pay attention to details whenever he is around his crush, like what they like etc. 

Dating:

- Now now he is still shy when you are dating. It’s a slow burn with him definitely.

- His love language is definitely quality time with you and he is greedy. The time he spends with you means the most to him, no matter what you two end up doing, he feels safe and calm with you.

- Be prepared to work out with him as he enjoys doing that. He always tells you that you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but let’s be honest. Working out with you would be the best part of his day no matter what.

- Music is obviously important to him and nothing makes him happier than you liking the music they make, he makes. He feels so proud whenever you come to watch their concerts and it gives him extra boost of motivation to do his best every time.

- Z works hard. And sometimes he forgets to take care of himself and pushes himself too hard to perfect something from the choreography for example. It’s up to you to remind him to give himself a moment to rest so he won’t end up hurt. Which he appreciates so much of course.

- There are moments where Z gets jealous, even though he tries not to get. For example he knows that the other members are funnier, louder and just more outgoing than him. He always tries not to get the jealousy take over but sometimes it gets better of him. You always notices it quite easily as well, for sure he has always been quiet, but whenever he is jealous he falls silent.

- Shower him with kisses if this scenario ever comes to play, he’ll be too flustered to function afterwards.

- He has a serious mindset which causes small disagreements between you two especially if he tries to concentrate and you want his attention. He is always very careful with his words so he accidentally wont say anything to hurt you though.

- Major arguments are absolutely terrifying for him. He fears that he might lose you, he’s attached to you and it would destroy him if there was any chance of losing what you guys have.

- He is a private person. He doesn’t want the public to know about the relationship at first. It’s not that he’s ashamed or anything. Quite the opposite, but he fears for your safety.

- That being said when the relationship becomes public he won’t allow ANY shit from the press or the fans regarding you. He’ll defend you to death if something happens or someone talks badly about you, no matter if they are fans or not.

- He’s not big in PDA per say, but like i previously said he does love being close to you. After you two start dating, you’ll notice him sneaking your hand to his at random times and usually without any warning.

- He likes to kiss the corner of your lips, he thinks your reaction is always hilarious as you wait for a real kiss and just get a small peck on the corner.

- He’s much more open to kisses and hugs behind closed doors obviously, showering you with affection. He loves being held by you after a hard day at work and just snuggling with you. It takes his mind off of the stress from the day and he’s able to focus on just you being there with him.

- That being said he is unfortunately a blanket hogger so be ready to fight for death for the blanket. Alternative choice is moving away from him in the bed and he’ll come to hug you from behind without missing a beat. 

- Whenever you two are apart, you can bet your ass he’ll be calling you every night before he falls asleep, hearing your voice is like music to him and he sleeps better afterwards. He does occasionally falls asleep on the call though and you are greeted by soft snores.

- He absolutely will teach you how to play basketball, but truly it was just an another excuse for him to get alone time with you where he can showboat his skills to you.

- It will take him some time before he starts to open up more to you but it’s going to be so worth it. The first time you see him laugh at your stupid joke is like a big hammer of love just slamming you into the floor. I think-

- He likes to listen to you talk. He’ll always be there to listen to whatever you have in mind or even the most stupid little details ever about how your day went and what did you have for lunch. 

- You are his motivation to put it lightly. There is no moment where he isn’t proud of being with you and he truly feels like you understand him more than any other person would.