#if im alone in a room with him we're doing a lot more than holding hands

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

→ premise: all of deans life pain has always ran parallel to love. he needs them both, he needs you to hurt him and take the pain away all at the same time, turns out you were more than willing to, you may even need it reciprocated.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, small bit of angst that turns quickly into smut | 18+, kinda switch!dean, pain kink [slapping, biting, pinching, scratching, etc], praise kink [both reader and dean], unprotected sex, small bit of choking, multiple mentions of blood & reader nearly dying

→ a/n: kinktober 08

Dean was accustomed to pain, he learned to tolerate and push through it from a young age as his father hammered into him that it was his job to always look after Sam and conditioned him to become a hunter. Love always came alongside pain in his life, losing everybody he ever cared deeply for; it happened so often that he began to associate one with the other. And so somewhere along the way he came to yearn for both pain and love as he felt they always came together. When Dean began having feelings for you, he was scared like he’s never been before. He avoided telling you for a couple of years simply because he thought if he voiced it out loud then he'd lose you like he did everyone else.

However when a demon came very close to killing you when you were being reckless, that scared Dean a hell of a lot more and in a screaming match about it he revealed his feelings on accident.

“You couldve fucking died, ya’ know that right? If me and Sam got there even a minute later you’d have been laying in my arms dead not just unconscious” when he mentions sam, he gestures towards the couch in the small motel room where the younger brother last sat. Though when he turns to look over hoping for backup he finds Sam gone, he groans out in annoyance. Sam had figured it was best to leave the two of you to your fighting alone, yes he was also upset with your careless decision but not as heated as his brother.

“Well I didn't okay? I can take care of myself. I had it under control!” you scream out, punching your words out to get your point across, flailing your arms in frustration though the fast movement aggravates your injuries making you wince slightly. Seeing you in pain makes Dean stop short for a second, a ping in his chest as his heart aches, it however only morphs into making his blood boil more when the memory of finding you beaten and bloody on the floor of that warehouse flashes in his head. “I'm sooo glad you can take care of yourself, but what about me HUH?!” He screams out, sarcasm dripping from his voice until the latter half with his question where it breaks off taking you back. Confusion crosses your face but before you can say anything back to him he continues.

“I dont know what I’d fuckin’ do without you, im so pathetically and utterly in love with you that the thought of you dying makes me wanna lie in the dirt just so i can be buried with you!” he had been stepping closer and closer as he yelled out in frustration, not realizing exactly what he just said. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from his confession and proximity coursing through your veins.

“You love me..?” Your voice comes out softer than Dean swears he's ever heard it before and it melts all the anger out of his body. He knew there was no turning back now that he blurted that out and even though he was worried more than ever, he couldn't stand not being with you anymore. “I think i fell in love the moment i met you sweetheart” he sighs and brings his rough hands up to cup your face and wipe away the tears you hadn’t noticed we're slowly falling from your eyes. After a long stretch of comfortable silence as the tension of the fight has dissipated you speak up.

“Would you just kiss me already ya’ idiot” you tease, smiling softly at him through your tears as you stare deep into those stupid green eyes that turn your brain to mush.

Using his hold on your face he pulls your lips against his in a desperate kiss, trying to drown out all the swarming negative voices in his head. Your soft lips mold against his perfectly and he thanks any and every god he can think of for letting him have something he knows he doesn’t deserve. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss back, the fight over your thoughtless decision not forgotten but put on the back burner. You were deans the second you told him to kiss you and if you thought you were gonna be able to continue with your bad decisions boy were you in for a surprise, he just finally got you he wasn't ever letting go now. You grab at his chest, your hands balling up his shirt as you try pulling him impossibly closer deepening the kiss. In a tangled mess of limbs and mouths still latched to one another’s you and Dean tumble back and fall down onto the rundown motel bed. Dean landed on his back in the middle cushioning your fall with you landing on top of him between his legs.

“Baby..” he mumbles against your lips making your heart skip a bit at him calling you a name normally reserved for his impala. He even squeezes your hips lightly to break your focus from the make out.

“I need you to do something for me” he groans out as the kiss heats up and your tongue slips in his mouth during his statement, your hands running all over his chest and arms. Your body was pressed up to his, hips flush against each other making it impossible for you not to feel his hardening cock on your thigh. “Anything, what do you need, baby?” You question, desperate to please him and more than willing to do whatever he asks. Now Dean was well aware if he said jump you'd ask how high, he just hoped this request as odd as it was didn‘t make you run for the hills.

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath as well as watch your face when he tells you what he needs. You open your eyes and look at him with that same sparkle they always hold when your gaze is locked on him. His cock was getting painfully hard now from the mixture of the make out session and your body so close to him.

”I- shit okay im just gonna say it uh. I need you to hurt me. I just- I need you to get the image of you laying in a pool of your own blood barely breathing out of my head” he rambles, his voice sounding unfamiliar to his own ears with how pathetic it comes out. He silently prays you won't just get up and walk out of his life at his weird desire. He avoids eye contact when you are still silent after a minute. A fire ignites in your body and settles in your core as a million and one thoughts are running through your head at the speed of light. Every single last one however being the different things you wanna and finally get to do to Dean.

You grab ahold of Dean’s face squeezing it as you turn it so he is looking at you again. You now have a small taunting smile on your face, your nails are lightly digging into his cheeks making his cock twitch. “I can do that, but can you be a good boy?” You teasingly question as you lean up maneuvering your body so you're straddling his hips, peering down on him. The sight of you on his lap, thighs spread either side of his body and lust blown hooded eyes staring down at him knocks the breath from his lungs. It's an image pulled from his many dirty depraved dreams of you that riddled him with guilt but now it's a reality, his wonderful heaven like reality.

He frantically nods his head yes while your hand not pinching his face is working at undoing his belt.

“Gonna be such a good boy, can be s’good for you baby” he huffs out and lifts his hips to help you out as you pull his jeans down and off his legs. You let go of his face and dean has to fight back an actual whine when the small sting of pain leaves with it. Though he swallows his complaint as he watches you strip yourself of your dirty still blood soaked t-shirt, going at a teasingly slow pace when you undo your own belt pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor besides his pants. “Come on don't be a tease sweetheart please” he softly begs as he grabs your hips, thrusting his up to grind his bulge against your core. The rough fabric of your jeans sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine as it rubs over his aching boxer covered cock. You bite back a moan and slap his chest to stop him before lifting your body up to help you rid yourself of your remaining clothes. He is quickly behind you nearly ripping off his shirt and tugging down his boxers making his leaking cock bounce free between your bodies.

Saliva practically pools in Dean's mouth at the sight of you stripped bare for his eyes scanning over every inch of you. Your thighs spread back over his hips leaving your pussy on display for him, your slick coating his cock as your hips take up his previous action of grinding. “Such a good boy” you praise and lean down digging your nails into his sides, the pain making his eyes screw shut in bliss. Lifting your hips once again this time however sinking your pussy down onto his throbbing cock. Your slick and his precum help to aid your cunt into taking every inch of Dean's cock to the base as you smash your lips against his in a passionate kiss. The mixture of stinging pain and sweet praise and pleasure drown out all bad thoughts, all images that were flashing in Dean's head of your limp body unmoving and bleeding fade from his head finally, his only thought being of how good you feel.

“Mhmm~” He whines out in pleasure and surprise, the sound muffled in your mouth. Your hips immediately set into a rhythm of grinding and softly bouncing, his cock dragging across your velvety walls and his tip hitting your cervix when you bounce down. “Ah- Ahh~ fuck sweetheart knew this fuckin’ pussy feel amazing” he grunts out, his fingers holding onto your hips in a bruising grip that has your head spining. You bite down on his plush bottom lip in retaliation making a small almost growl erupt from his chest. The sound vibrates through your body to your core making your hips flatter a bit and a whine escapes your lips.

Within the blink of an eye dean has your legs wrapped around his waist when he sits up and flips your position breaking the kiss. Laying you flat on your back with him nestled between your thighs his cock still buried deep inside you. “Dean~” your whimper morphs into a wanton moan when his hips start at a punishing pace, your slick already forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock as it pounds into you. His heavy balls smacking your ass creating an obscene noise that fills the room with your moans and his grunts. “As much as i love how you sound and wanna hear it for the rest of my life baby, you gotta be quiet sweetheart” he taunts as his hand slips up the side of your body to palm at your bouncing tits. you whine out and paw at his lower stomach and v-line almost pushing him away slightly to stop his tip from abusing that one spot deep inside you. “Mm~ I can’t, it s’good, feels too good, i needa cum” you whine out your words slurring together as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Aww well don't want the staff or other guests hearing you scream my name now do we?” He questions with a small smirk that morphs into an almost slack jawed look when your nails dig into his back and drag down. The stinging pain of you scratching at his back so hard he's almost certain you drew blood makes his hips speed up even more.

“Bite down on my shoulder to muffle yourself when you cum okay baby?” He softens a bit though his hips don't slow down, you nod desperately in understanding. “That’s my good girl” he beams at you praising you in a sweet tone making your pussy clench down on his cock.

You grab at his hand that rests on your breasts and pull it up to your neck hoping he gets the message. A smile forms on his lips as what you want registered in his head, you wanted pain the same as him. Dean didn't think he could love you anymore than he did and yet as his hand wraps around your throat his heart swells, you're the same as him, you needed the pain with the love and pleasure, he was the luckiest fucking man alive in this moment. He smirks and softly kisses your lips as he leans down and his cock somehow reaches even deeper inside you.

The new angle causes the knot in your core to snap and your high to crash into you, making you pull away from his mouth and bury your face in his shoulder. Baring your teeth you bite down a bit hard onto his shoulder to muffle your loud moans and cries as you cream on his cock. “Oh fuck yeah, there we go sweetheart good girl baby” he praises, his head going foggy in pain and pleasure as his climax hits him head on, spilling his cum deep inside you not caring about the loud noises that leave his own mouth.

→ a/n: as always this wasnt proofread and its late, whos shocked? anyway i got a bit carried away well more like a lot. this is only my second time writing for dean and i got excited i really like writing for him. It is however my first time writing smut for him so sorry if hes out of character.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake king’s bride 9

No sympathy for the Devil

Notes:

WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD! TALKS OF WHAT HAPPENED AFTER CHAPTER 7

It was a cold day in hell. Sinsmas. The actual day, Christmas for the folks up on earth. And here you were in bed alone.

"Hey! It's Lucifer! Can we talk? I brought Pancakes!" Lucifer knocked outside the door. You got up and opened the door to your room. "Hi… I wanna talk about what happened after your family’s party."

"There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing happened." You denied.

"Come on, you can't just bottle up your emotions like that! I made a huge mistake, I thought all this time if I could just shower you in love and intimacy you'd love me. But you cried that night." You listened to him ramble. You took the plate and motioned him to follow you into the room.

"Close the door." You instructed and he followed. "Why do you love me Lucifer?"

"I don't know."

"You're a bad person." You tell him as you sit on your bed and started to eat the pancakes.

"I know. I'm sorry. By the time I realized that my last ditch effort couldn't make you fall in love with me it was too late."

"Is that why you ran out in the middle of sex and didn't come back the next morning."

"Yeah. Was there something, anything, that I could have done to make it better?" He knelt on one knee in front of you.

"Not doing it at all." 

"Well, unfortunately we're past that point darling."

"You know, you're really sick in the head. You coerced me into sex, took my virginity, and you didn't have the decency to clean me up, or even stay with me. Then you come back days after the fact and try to worm your way into my life.

"That's not a fair representation of what happened that night. I kissed you sure, but you were the one who brought me to the bed."

"As you were groping me, shoving your tongue down my throat, and telling me how much you needed me carnally."

"I never wanted to hurt you. The fact that I have hurts me so much more than you could ever realize."

"No no, don't turn this on me. What could I have said? You had the power in that situation. You threatened to kill my family."

"Your dad shot me! And your mom scarred me with holy water!"

"Firstly the bullet bounced off your skin and shattered, and secondly can you blame my mom? You're literally the Devil."

"That's besides the point. Up until that night when have I ever intentionally done anything to hurt you?"

"Well you literally kidnapped me. You're holding me hostage. You've been trying to force me to marry you since the moment we met. You've made several sexual advances on me since then. You threatened my family at the Halloween party. And on top of all of that you're constantly comparing me to Lilith which just makes me feel so shitty about myself."

"Wow, I've been so shitty to you. Are you okay? It feels like you should have tried to run away by now."

"Some days you really make me want to."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Oo! You can start by eliminating the discrimination against Imps and Hellhounds. Then you can give Styx, Renesmee, Nina, and Pluto Raises, and more paid vacations, more vacation time overall. I get to see my family and friends whenever I want. I also want to see a therapist. And finally I want to go to the other rings and see how the other Sins treat their citizens."

"Wow, that's… a lot."

"After everything you've done to me, this should be the bare minimum." You stood up and walked past him.

"But I never meant to hurt you!" He shot up to follow you. 

"But you did! You try to justify and ignore everything you do! You never take accountability for what you've done! You didn't mean to hurt me! Bit you did! Oh, but I was the one who instigated sex. But you were the one who implied that's what we'd be heading to that night. And I couldn't protest to it because you held the power! You were the one who made the conditions of our deal! I didn't have any room to argue!"

"IM SORRY OKAY?!" He reached out to you but you pulled out of his reach, leaving him to fall onto the floor. He curled into himself on his knees. "IM SORRY! IM SO SORRY!!" He sobbed. "I thought I was doing what you wanted. I was trying to do what you wanted that night! You kissed me back, remember? You grabbed onto me and you led me to my room. I have not been able to sleep in that bed since that night! I have hardly been able to look at you since you started to cry that night. The fear in your eyes, the pain, the utter despair on your face is burned into my brain. I am constantly thinking about how badly I hurt you. And if I have to burn down all of Heaven and Hell to get you to forgive me I will."

"Good. Because I will have no sympathy for the Devil."

[waters-and-the-wilde]

hehe scenario. jupeter coming out the other side of All That with a bit of 'wow you're just straight up a bit codependent but maybe that's actually the best-case scenario for you right now carry on fellas'

oh they've Had Their Talk in the aftermath, and, okay, it's agreed that they are Not Doing Romance because Nureyev needs Time To Grieve and it would be better to Take The Pressure Off Of Being In A Relationship and they will Reevaluate when Nureyev's had a chance to be a guy who doesn't have to worry about where his next meal is coming from. but also Like Hell is Juno just going to Leave Him Alone after all this. and the result is that they spend the Big Crash just. completely unhinged about each other. Nureyev's shot past 'feeling vulnerable around Juno scares the shit out of him' and well into 'raw nerves and gaping wounds and compound trauma and feeling vulnerable about literally anything and everything all the time and being around Juno is integral to not spiraling into the abandonment hell vortex'. meanwhile Juno's like 'holy shit Nureyev is letting me be there for him. this is already incredible progress'

u think they were insufferable on the Carte Blanche well. on the Carte Blanche Nureyev was still working on things like trusting Juno enough to let him back in at all and he Had An Image To Maintain and lots of Private Stuff to Deal With and Juno was still figuring out how not to be a prickly ass all the time and 'when is it appropriate to give your bf his space when your default mode is to Investigate Shit' and none of that is a going concern right now

'sometimes you gotta be a little bit mentally ill to handle the mental illness' they have so much separation anxiety and they are clipping their carabiners together. hooking pinky fingers and following each other when one needs to do something in the next room. where's Nureyev? sitting in Juno's lap again. his ass is experiencing 'nervous system doesn't know how to respond to the sudden removal of constant crushing dread and just goes fucking haywire at unpredictable intervals'. he gets random-ass panic attacks and there's only so much the breathing exercises and the grounding exercises and self-soothing techniques can do compared to 'Juno is here and he's fine and he's safe and he is more than happily providing prolonged physical contact' to get him to calm down on a physiological level

meanwhile Juno's like 'i chased this idiot across half the galaxy because he wouldn't ask for help and had to deal with him being all stone-faced and cold about it, do I look like i mind that he's clingy now? a lady does not need his personal space at this time. a lady is living for this. a lady is also maybe feeling clingy have u considered that'

everyone who isn't rita (idek who. melee? the other vivopolis refugees??) is assuming they are just getting a very bad grade in taking it slow and are barely humoring them about it. and neither bothers with denying the boyfriend allegations but it's not bc it's true it's they're just. too exhausted to get defensive about it

rita: and i mean they ain't actually smooching too loud in the kitchen or whatever

melee probably: he just came out of Juno's room wearing Juno's shirt

juno: he's a thief that's his shirt now

(12 hours earlier:)

nureyev: (shows up to juno's room at 3am) im sorry for waking you i had nightmares about [the bomb/the carte blanche raid/dokana capturing you] i just needed to see that you were alive and make sure im in the reality timeline and then i will go back to-

juno: get in loser we're watching bad cops

rita: hi mista' n do you want some of this blanket

nureyev: that's very kind but im afraid im

juno: yeah hold up he's like really sweaty im gonna get him a clean shirt

nureyev: you really don't need to-

juno: how are you even still standing up when you're shaking like that

nureyev: that is. an excellent question

juno: anyway welcome to the club i fired rita like an hour ago bc i had nightmares about her dying on the asteroid

rita: i had one where i was gettin chased by this big stompy plant monster with lotsa teeth and i had to distract it by throwing all my snacks behind me and then i was outta snacks and then i was up getting more snacks when mista' steel fired me

rita: you know i think only reason i ain't got separation anxiety about mista' steel is because we spent all that time in the ruby together while we were chasin' after you and that gets a gal over it real fast

juno: thanks rita :P

[wiltedkyinn]

his favorite girl (Mason Thames x f! reader)

warning; mention of weed(everytime i write celeb! reader i have to make them a stoner), mentions sex jokes, motorcycle mason !!, cliffhanger😭

will have a part two !!

world count; 1k.

synopsis; when you and your boyfriend, mason. Who's a fellow actor on How to train your dragon, get caught on a date by fans. How are you going to answer to the question at the premiere?

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Me and Mase are finally going out. We see each other almost 24/7 already, due to working on the same movie. While we spend an ample amount of time, it doesn't feel the same as going out. When we're alone, its the most happiest times of my life. Seeing his shy smile every time i look at him for what he deems too long,(i dont think i could never look at him just for a couple seconds, his beauty would take me hours to see and understand it fully.) The way he holds on to me, such passion that makes me believe that that would be the last time we hold eachother. His eyes glints when his talking about his next scene he's doing. The way his ears turn a blush red when i make a suggestive joke. i cant ever get enough. he's like my addiction, feeling an all time high with him.

While we agreed to go out, we couldn't dress up much. not trying to bring more attention then we have already. i opted out for a off the shoulder neckline crop top , with a deep red base color with black skulls on the front. for my pants are black men cargo pants. pairing the outfit i wore my black air force 1's with five bracelets and two dainty one on the other hand. I also layered a (f/c) necklace it had a M carved in it, gave by mason on my birthday, put together with a sun necklace. Glueing on my lashes and doing a simple black smokey eye, i brushed on a small amount of primer,foundation, concealer and bronzer to add warmth. i heard my music quiet down with a quick ding! i looked over at my phone to see a message notification, loml👩‍❤️‍👨.

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loml👩‍❤️‍👨

Outside ml, u ready?

read at 9:48 pm.

me

ab to be

come inside, its fine

read at 9:49 pm.

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i heard the front door open, i turned down my music to hear his footsteps better. i soon heard him open the room's door. i quickly saw his blonde curls and his dorky smile. "hey my gorgeous girl," he walked towards me and planted a kiss on my head. i hooked my hands on the back of his neck and look up. more then happy to give him a semi-proper kiss. "hey handsome." i look lovingly in his eyes. he kisses my nose, "you look amazing (name)" he smiles and pulls away. i finally take an actual look at him. he wore a red hoodie and his black cargo pants.

"i think you stole my outfits" i playfully narrow my eyes at him. "hm? but im the one ready, so you stole my outfit." he chuckled at the end. Jesus he is so gorgeous, he's more than perfect. beyond it, in all actuality. he noticed you staring at him more then needed. his shy smile took place of his equally as handsome square smile. "what? do i have something on my face?" his voice was squeaky, pointing more to the fact he has nervous. i giggled at him, i would never get tired of him.

"so wheres everybody?" he asked, he didnt really see my family a whole lot. "ma and my stepmom are out on a date or something, my brother is with my grandma. so its just me and the cats and dogs" i shrugged. "they left you alone?" he quirked an eyebrow. i got up and rummaged my bed. "yeah it's whatever" i found it, the slim black battery that has shango labeled on it, on-top a cartridge fulled with wax. i sat back down a took a hit. i pulled out my hand and silently asked if he wanted to hit it. he thought about it then took it. "mase you dont have too." feeling scared of pressuring him. he coughed after exhaling the last bit of smoke, "its okay, im a big boy" he joked.

i brushed my hair one last time before being happy with the results. "okay im all done." getting up once again and stretching my back to pop it. i grabbed the cart again and inhaled a big amount. exhaling it and coughing a little. mase thought this was funny. i didn't. "girl" i put up my hand and give him a "mean girl" look. he did the same, "girl.." swinging his hip. i grabbed his hand and started to walk out of the room. him complying easily, letting me lead and guide.

i grabbed the keys and locked the door before returning my hands back into his. in full veiw i saw his jet black glittery motorcycle. he handed me a helmet. a light pink with hello kitty sticker and he put his on, a vibrant red with a spider man sticker on the side. he gripped your hands on his waist keeping a semi slight grip on him. he giggled and held your hands before revving and soon riding the roads with winds whipping against the helmet. you ease your grip and lay your head on his shoulder. feeling contempt and safe with him.

he soon stopped by the park, step one to his plan. He had made chocolate strawberries, a small bouquet of flowers, and a bowl of your favorite fruits. you look at the set up breathless, then turned the attention to mason. i pull him into a hug while giving more then generous sum of kisses everywhere on his face. "mason this is so thoughtful, i cant describe how grateful i am," you say into the side of neck. nuzzling more into him, suddenly wanting to smell him.

"its the least i can do for my favorite girl" he says back, kissing the side and top of your head.

[snaillock]

your relationship with bllk men as mitski songs

(kaiser, sae, oliver)

my posting has been very slow recently so to celebrate mitskis new album (and to feed into my eternal obsession for her music and lyricism by combining it with another thing im way too obsessed with), i dug up this old ass draft and finished it instead of giving y’all an actual fic

tags: gn!reader, angst(it’s mitski duh), yeah basically no fluff/comfort in here, suggestive-ish in the oliver one, me being a dork and combining two big interests of mine

michael kaiser - i don’t smoke

So if you need to be mean Be mean to me I can take it and put it inside of me If your hands need to break More than trinkets in your room You can lean on my arm As you break my heart

his career can be a lot on his shoulders at times even with the cocky and arrogant facade he puts on for the performance of each match he plays. he has a tendency to keep it all in to bask in the glory of his luxurious life.

you understand. you know he’s currently too prideful to deal with his true feelings, especially all on his own. you just want to be there to know he isn’t alone and that he can be open with you. so you sit there, giving him a listening ear as he lashes out and releases every awful word in the book towards you when everything finally becomes too much for him to bear. you wouldn’t want him to have a very public meltdown when it happens so it’s better this way. you have remind yourself to take none of it to heart because he doesn’t mean those all harsh words. he just needed an outlet for those frustrations.

you also don’t want the weight and significance of his career to separate you two. you’re already so damn lucky to be with someone like him. you want to prove that you can handle it. you know you can. you’re sure you can help him figure this all out somehow. love just takes compassion and patience, that’s all it is. just taking it one step at a time.

it’s just compassion and patience. right?

Just don't leave me alone Wondering where you are I am stronger than you give me credit for

sae itoshi - i want you

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over and I love you darlin' And I am done, dear

he swears he will make time for you someday. sure those words have been promised over and over again like a broken record but he truly does love you. however you’re starting to wonder if mutual love is truly enough to keep you two going.

the truth is his life is currently too big and important for him to take any focus away from it. the last thing he needs is a distraction. all of which he has very clear multiple times, even along with his contrastingly hopeful promises. though his tone is quite neutral, never letting his emotions seep through as if he’s programmed to do so. meanwhile you have to desperately hold yours back to not seem like an idiot.

it’s never been easy to express how you feel in front of him. you desperately wish you could but the inconsistency of your relationship that’s barely holding up renders it pointless. this over and over/back and forth thing that’s going on between you two is exhausting. it only leaves you lost and confused. you begin to wonder if staying is even worth it at all. even with the speck of hope that it could eventually work out. even if you love him.

You're in the house And I am here in the car I just need a quiet place Where I can scream how I love you

oliver aiku - eric

You like control, well, I do too Take off my clothes and watch me move You can come closer, I'll let you hurt me how you choose

you deeply crave a loving and fulfilling connection with another but unfortunately the other you desire is him. a guy who’s born to be a player and only wants to fool around with multiple people.

you know getting attached would only cause you so much unnecessary pain but your naive heart couldn’t resist him. you know that he doesn’t see you for more than what you give him at night but you were still a fool to fall for him.

enough of a fool to fall for him knowing he’s not ready to settle for one person. you could see it from how you would lovingly gaze at him while he leers at someone else behind you. you would still give yourself up to him if you could, offering anything he wanted out of you.

despite better judgment, you stay with a pained and aching heart. constantly yearning for more.

But how long, how long can we play this way? I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you My heart, my heart wants to hold you But I know, I know, I know the rules

taglist(lemme know if you wanna be added): @userwithlotsoftime @lucas2060

[ms--lobotomy]

Hi, can I request a Konrad Curze x reader oneshot? I like how you’ve written him so far.

anon im so stupid for curze its not even funny. i love rat men. in my head hes really dumb but also a little shit.

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summary: curze has no idea how to court someone he finds attractive, lmao

word count: 1184

content warnings: its curze so nearly comical amounts of violence, i feel like im putting a lot of headcanons on him but what even is canon anymore we're all primarch fuckers here, also its kinda toxic because its curze

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Nostramo was a lightless planet. The only things illuminating the path you tread were manmade lights, harsh and unyielding. It didn't help that it was pouring rain, either. You trod alone, but it was time for the factories of the planet to close, so you were just one face in a sea full of people.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling, things commonly went wrong in the hive city in which you lived. You clutched the bag you were holding, a sad brown thing that carried the remnants of corpse starch and some money and other things you needed to get through work. It smelled awful. 

“Put the bag on the ground,” you heard a voice behind you proclaim. You felt something round and hard at the back of your neck. 

You already knew what to do. Nobody turned around to look at you, the people walking home milled around the two of you. You turned around to see someone wearing nondescript black clothes and bearing a cold iron gun. You put your bag on the ground. “Here you go,” you sighed. He did have a gun, but this wasn’t your first day around town. “There’s maybe two coins in there, if you even care,” you continued. “Enjoy.”

Just before you turned around, while you were thinking about how many factory shifts you would need to replace your dearly departed bag, a dark blur hit your mugger. Your… would be mugger now, because he had just become a cloud of blood and viscera. It would be almost comical if a man weren’t turned to dust before your very eyes. 

Your eyes darted to that… thing that attacked him. It--no, he--was tall, very tall. Maybe twice your height. He had dark, unkempt hair and his sclera was black. The crowd was starting to disperse, taking different directions, but you stood there dumbfounded. And he looked just about as dumbfounded as you did. 

“Um…” you managed to squeak out. “Can I help you?”

He pursed his almost nonexistent lips. “Follow me,” he said, his voice more rumbly than anything you’ve heard come out of a human before. You weren’t even sure if this was a human you were dealing with. While you were busy contemplating whether or not the being in front of you could be considered human, he put a firm hand on your shoulder and started walking. You had to run to keep up, or you felt your shoulder was going to be yanked from your body. His fingers dug into your flesh, almost breaking it open. You saw the crowd part in front of you, the odd person giving you a confused stare before darting away with the rest of the crowd. 

After winding through the streets of the dimly lit city, you found yourself in front of a large, imposing building. Skulls around your size hung on pikes around it, and that had to be human skin carpeting the ground. 

“Your… new quarters,” he said bluntly. 

“Excuse me?” you asked. You had lived in crummy apartments your whole life. Having a whole building, let alone one this large, was an alien concept to you. Not to mention the uncouth decorations. 

He stared, nothing hiding the crazed way in which he looked at you. You looked away to break the intense eye contact. A few moments later, he scanned his hand and led you through the door. The door was the perfect size for him, but the knob was just a little further down than you were tall. 

“Thanks?” you asked as you entered the threshold of the building.

You entered the elevator in the center of the room, and it shot you up to the highest floor of the building. It was as if you could see the entire city from where you were. His hand trailed from your shoulder to your waist. You looked out to around where you came from, there were people milling around again as if nothing had happened there. You looked back up at the man who had brought you here. He was staring at you again with that same crazed look in his eye. 

“Who even are you?” you asked. 

“You don’t know?” he responded. The crazed look became one of genuine confusion. “You haven’t heard of the Night Haunter?” 

“I have no idea who that is,” you responded flatly. “I don’t get out often.”

“Well…” he said, looking away from you for a second. The elevator dinged, you were at the floor you were looking for. His hand left your waist. He turned around to exit, but you could still hear him fine. “You can call me Konrad.” 

He scanned his hand next to the single door, and it swung open. The room that greeted you was nothing short of opulent. Windows opened up a view of the city, and there was a bed big enough for three Konrads nested in one of the corners of the room. Sure, the paintings on the wall were… unsettling, but you’d seen worse. He put a hand on your shoulder again and led you to the window, staring down at the city. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to. 

“Why are you doing all this?” you asked as he knelt down next to you. He was still taller than you. 

He took one of your hands in both of his, clasping his hands around yours. “I…” he started. “Uh… I suppose this is how courting works, correct?” 

Your mouth hung open. Of course this was what he was doing. What other explanation would there be for this behavior? “Absolutely not,” you said after a moment. You couldn’t help it, but the corners of your mouth quirked up. You knew that he could tear you to shreds if he wanted, you could be another part of those skulls and skins at the front of his dwelling if he so chose. But there was something about the gestures that he made that was… charming. 

“We will be sharing a bed anyways,” he said, bringing your hand to his mouth. He ran his lips over it in an almost-kiss, but pulled away. “I imagine you are going to be okay with this arrangement.” 

You felt your face go warm. “I… I guess I can’t refuse, can I?” 

Konrad chuckled. “You are getting it,” he replied. “Now, it is getting late. And you need to go to bed.” 

“I just got off of work,” you protested, but Konrad led you to the bed nonetheless. He practically threw you on the mattress before slumping onto it himself. After hitting a button to turn the lights out, he grabbed you and held onto you. You went limp on the bed. If he said you were going to bed, who were you to argue? 

His breath was warm on your exposed neck, his face nested in the crook of your neck. You ran a curious hand through his unkempt hair. The bed was softer than anything you’d ever experienced. 

You could get used to this.

[08melancholie]

Honeysuckle and Whiskey. — Micah Bell/OC

tags: Mid-Canon, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Chapter 1: Colter (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 3: Clemens Point (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 4: Saint Denis (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 5: Guarma (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow (Red Dead Redemption 2), How Do I Tag, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, just a dash of smut, mainly fluff and angst, Abuse, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, past abusive relationships, Grooming, Implied/Referenced Grooming, Pedophilia, Implied/Referenced Pedophilia, Colm O'Driscoll Being an Asshole, Torture, Burning, Stockholm Syndrome, descriptive torture, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, or a secret fourth thing, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Romantic Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Attempted Sexual Assault

summary: Closed-off and rough; mean and unforgiving, uncaring and simply horrible. The apathetic cowboy draws himself no attention, usually. He's always sat around camp, slumped over a table or bent down, elbows on his knees as he cleans his guns or sharpens his knife, carving the one same piece of wood for days. He didn't talk much; he felt himself way too high above the others to even converse—exception being Dutch.

That's who Micah Bell was, simply. She couldn't change it.

Micah Bell is a threat to anyone that crosses his path, and Melody knows it. So why has she gotten herself so involved with the outlaw? She tried to keep to herself countless of times; he hated her, she wasn't a pure American and that alone should have been enough to draw her away—and yet it simply never did.

Maybe it was just a rebound, wanting to feel something after feeling nothing from her horrible, previous partner—similar in many ways to the blonde cowboy—for years. Maybe it was his careless and cocky demeanor she never failed to give a chuckle to. And maybe, it was something more. She was going to figure it out, one way or another. They would; together.

a/n: ive had this cooking for months and this is the first of it im posting so im VERY nervous... :( it was going to be a long oneshot at first BUT im forcing myself to do it in chapters so that i have to continue writing it because ive neglected it for months now. also tags are going to change a lot probably

words: 2,658 | AO3 LINK I. — MASTERLIST

The wind picked up quicker than before as Melody rode along Colm through the storm. She could feel her body shivering no matter how many layers of coats and undershirts she put on before riding out. She gently brushed her horse's nose, trying to comfort her through the storm. "You reckon we're gonna find it soon? Joey said it's nearby.." She spoke up, looking to the man to her left.

"Surely. Hold on a bit longer." He replied coldly, riding his horse through the piles of snow effortlessly. She picked up her pace too, riding alongside his steed. "We gotta push a bit more." He added, his gloved hand rested on his lap.

She continued riding until the blizzard started clearing off, and they had a better view of the landscape before themselves. That's when he and Melody both noticed it; an abandoned outpost, exactly what Joey found before parting with the gang to seek it out. "Is that it?" She asked, hand hovering over her forehead to get a better view and block out the snow falling from above. "It sure looks like it."

He halted his horse next to her. "Must be it, c'mon." He ordered, and she followed him down the mountain.

They hitched their horses outside, and she followed close behind Colm. With her hand on her holstered revolver, Melody snuck around behind Colm, checking rooms with caution. "Clear!" He yelled to the rest of the gang, who moved their carriages in and hitched their horses next to their own. "Good job spottin' this gem. I'm sure Joey will be here soon." He says to Melody, taking a cigarette out of his box and offering her one. She nods, taking the offered cigarette and popping it into her mouth.

He manages to light a match on the denim of his jeans, holding it up to the tip of his cigarette "I sure hope so. We ain't seen him a few days." Melody comments, letting him light her cigarette soon after his own. "We already been losin' too much folk." She adds.

"Don't you worry. I've got it under control; those were necessary sacrifices, child." He says, his words not as reassuring as she'd hoped. Still, she nods with a small smile at him and watches him return it.

She moved her few things into the cabin closest to Colm's—by his command. Melody huffed as she finished setting everything, walking out to check everyone else's progress. She observed them with another cigarette hanging from her mouth. "You done unpackin', kid?" Colm came up behind her, hands rested on his hips as he watched everyone work alongside Melody. "How quick you are." He adds.

Melody just chuckled, blowing smoke into the cold air above. "Yes, I'm done. Do you need any help? Anything I could do for you?" She asks him, awkwardly fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.

"Maybe." He replies, placing his hand on her shoulder as he continues watching. "Got a train 'round here that needs robbin'. Buncha snobby, rich nobodies." He explains. "We need dynamite. I got a plan on how to rob 'em."

"I'm sure I can find myself a general store nearby, I'll buy some." Melody replies, puffing a cloud of tobacco into the air.

He firmed his grip on her shoulder, his grip tight. "Attagirl." He whispered into her ear, and she just exhaled with a weak smile. "That's why you're my favourite." His breath brushed against her ear, and it made a chill travel along Melody's spine.

First night in her own cabin was weird, everything about it—from the cold temperature swearing to kill her of frostbite, to insomnia from fear they were occupying someone's outpost and would be shot in their sleep—just felt off, and Melody found herself tossing in her restless state on the mildly uncomfortable bedroll.

So much has happened in the last few weeks; from having to move camp a dozen times, losing a few weaker members in the process—to Colm's weird obsession with a rival gang rising again after he swore they were done with it.

Melody got up and stretched her legs out, anxiously lighting her fourth cigarette today for any sense of warmth it'll offer. "Fuck this damned storm." She looked out of the window as the specks of snow danced around the air, covering more ground and raising the snow level, little by little.

She finished the cigarette in a few minuscule minutes, and climbed back under the thin covers, trying to get some shuteye before tomorrow.

"You sure you ain't wanna come, Melody? It'll do you good to go out'a bit." Colm straddled his horse, looking down at her before him as Melody stroked his horse's nose.

"I'm far too tired, Colm. Plus, I need to get started on some chores and.. fixing this place up a bit." She replied, looking around at the buried outpost grounds, covered with thick layers of snow.

He chuckled, a sense of lust in his eyes as he looked down. "That's my girl; always so hard workin' for old Colm." He praised. "Someone's gonna have to reward you nicely for your contributions." He chuckled slyly, making Melody scrunch up her nose briefly. "Well then, I'll leave you to it." He urged his horse forward with a swift kick in the ribs, leaving the camp grounds.

Melody sighed, turning to make a mental note of all that needs to be done around camp before starting her round of chores, running on one cup of warm coffee and two hours of rest. Just great.

Colm returned in a few hours, a crate of province and some dynamite on his horse's back. She walked over to him, grabbing the province to put it away. "Hey. You got the dynamite?" She questioned him.

He hitched his horse, taking the dynamite and walking close by Melody, towards his cabin. "Yeah.. Figured I'd get it off your hands since I knew you'd be workin' hard by the time I was back," He responded, chuckling. "and I see that I was right, my good girl's being very productive, ain't ya?" He opened his cabin door with his elbow, placing the dynamite in the corner.

Melody chuckled nervously; his words leaving a distaste in her mouth, per usual. "Well, thank you Colm." She replied simply.

"Anything for you, child." He walked up to her, placing a firm grasp on her shoulders again. "I saw someone all too familiar while ridin' to the store." He announces, releasing his hands and placing them behind his back.

"Do tell." She answered, sitting down on his desk, swaying her feet off the edge slowly as she hunched over and placed her forearms on her knees. He turned, a mischievous grin on his lips.

He paces around the room. "Little ole Hosea Matthews, saw him on my way there." He answers, and Melody is taken aback by his words; which Colm just chuckles at. "Yeah, I'm surprised he ain't seen me."

She cocks her head at him. "You reckon he ain't recognised you?" She asked. "All them years of conflict, you sure he ain't just ignored you in hopes of gettin' out in one piece?" She chuckled briefly.

He stops abruptly, laughing. "Oh, sweet child. You're quite funny." He walks over in her direction. "You could be right." He says, placing each hand on one side of her body, which stiffens at the contact; now trapped on the table. "You know, you're such a smart girl, I could lis-"

A not-so-distant gunshot goes off, scaring both people in the process. "The hell..?" Melody mutters, awkwardly slipping away from his entrapment to a window. "I reckon my theory was right.. except he also snitched." Colm walked up behind Melody, looking out of the window.

Outside stood a fraction of Dutch Van der Linde's gang; Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell, Hosea Matthews and—of course—Dutch himself.

"Ah, fuck." he cursed under his breath. "Okay, girl. You go cover me while I.. I need to move away from the area." He explains frantically.

"Yeah.. Yeah I can do that." Melody says—already used to this by now—and, taking her revolver out of its holster swiftly, walks up to the door. She opens it slowly, leaving it ajar for Colm to slip out as she starts shooting back, catching the leader's glimpse.

His accuracy is almost perfect as he glazed both a strand of her hair just above her ear and immediately catches on to start shooting at the door she finds shelter behind. She takes a shot of her own, missing the first but taking his hat off just above his forehead as he ducks.

The shootout was brutal; only a few of Colm's members survived it, with some successfully hiding away from the area as they searched the outpost. Melody watched them take the train plans, along with their dynamite, and hurry off while boasting about it all, feeling victorious.

"How is it my fault, Colm? I did my best to protect you, I managed to shoot one in the arm, too!" Melody defended herself against Colm's usual outburst when things go wrong; where he blames every soul but himself, no matter if it's nobody's or everybody's fault.

He grunted angrily. "I don't care! They took the plans, and we have to move again!" He complains. Melody opens her mouth to protest, but is met with his hand high in the air before her—threatening to strike; something she's all too used to. "Don't. I don't wanna see you talkin' back to me." He ordered firmly.

And yet she still attempts to speak—like the fool she is. "Colm, I'm just trying to-"

And there it is. She's met with a hard, rough slap of the back of his hand, knocking her to the floor as Melody clenches her rosy red cheek, already teary-eyed. She opens her mouth to apologise, but decides against it as she notices that look in his eyes. He shakes his head in disapproval at her on the floor, choking up a silent sob. And so, she just gets up and walks out to pack her things.

Packing didn't take nearly as long as expected; calming herself did. She had everything in one crate, and was sitting on the bedroll in the cabin with a burning sensation on her left cheek, and a few slow tears trailing her cheekbones and falling into her lap. This was like routine, really; he'd get mad and take it out on her, leave her alone to sulk and then-

The door opens slowly, and Colm's body slowly steps inside—like clockwork. "Hey.. don't be cryin' on me, my sweet Melody. You know.." He sits down on the bedroll next to her. "You know I do it out of love. You know I sometimes lose my temper, don'tcha?" He asked, interwinding his hand into Melody's, rubbing the back of her hand.

"Yes, Colm." She replies simply, looking down at the floor.

Another teardrop meets her lap and she quickly brushes her face with her sleeves.

"Look at me." He commands, placing a uncharacteristically gentle yet firm hand on Melody's chin. "I love you. You know I do." His voice is as firm as his touch, and she just silently nods. She can't help wondering if it's even close to true sometimes. You don't treat someone you love like this, she's well aware of that much. "Good. Good... And you love me too." It's less of a question, and more of a fact to him.

Melody chokes up a response to break the silence. "I do, Colm." She holds his hand just as firmly as he stands up. "Let me get your things, child." He takes the crate off of the nearby table. She just smiles downwards, walking beside him. And that's how the routine ends, every time.

"We'll drive the wagon, girl." He calls out as Melody start straddling her horse. She looks at him with protest, opening her mouth to talk. "Ah Ah.. C'mon, you're with me. Cassidy'll take good care of your horse." He taps the seat on the coach next to him-and she can't not-oblige, leaving the reins in Cassidy's hands reluctantly. "Attagirl." He watches Melody sit down next to him.

The ride to a new spot is painfully long, and Melody is shivering throughout the whole thing-despite having multiple layers of shirts and jackets and putting gloves on her hands this time. "Where're we goin'?" She asks him, breaking the tense silence among us.

"Off the mountain; there's a spot I scouted out." He replies, hands gripping the coaches reins firmly. "It'll be better for all of us to get out of the cold." He looks at her shivering quickly, snaking his hand around Melody's shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

She obliges and scoots closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank the Lord, then." She snickers, and he exhales with a smirk. "I'll be more than glad to be off that damned mountain.

"Oh, I know; you're shaking like a leaf, girl." He chuckles. "It's a nicer spot too, you'll love it," He snuggles her body closer, pressing her up to his side. "all the best for my best girl." His gloved hand rubs her shoulder, gentle—not like Colm at all.

She soon feels herself—restless from the night before along with the shootout and what followed—start to drift off on his shoulder, and he lets Melody sleep for a little while. She hated how easily she could forgive him for doing what he does, but he might really just have a temper. He's trying. He's trying. That's all she knows, and it's just how he is. Right.

The stage stops at a nice, slightly open area with a few smaller huts and barriers around it. Colm nudges Melody awake slowly, rubbing rough circles on her shoulder. "We're here, girl." He whispers into her ear as she lifts her head off his shoulder and rubs her eyes awake. The warmth of the new location can be immediately recognized, nice and actually comfortable. "C'mon. You'll be in my cabin. With me." He reveals, jumping off the coach as she follows.

"I'll be in the same cabin as you?" Melody repeats his words, puzzled, as she takes her crate with a grunt before following him. He nods his head, stopping before—obviously the biggest cabin—their spot.

"Of course, child." He simply replies, taking the crate she held off of her hands and walking inside. "Ain't it great?" Melody silently nods to answer, almost reluctantly. "Go get the rest of the things from the coach and meet me here." Melody quickly turns on her heels and walks out back to the coach.

They both finish unpacking around the same time, and Melody patiently waits for him to finish whatever on the edge of a cot. "Okay, girl." He firmly taps his thighs and stands up, beckoning her to follow him outside. She obliges quickly, walking right behind him. He calls everyone in a circle, explaining a new score he's gotten information for. Melody can feel herself distracted and spacing out, knowing she won't be invited to the job—per usual, Colm just doesn't trust her enough to let her go with him. As infuriating as it is, her hands are tied.

Maybe she'll get that luxury one day.

Kudos on AO3 always appreciated! I'm honestly so glad to have even just the first chapter of this fic out, as it's been collecting dust in my drafts until the one month deadline—literally the last possible day.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

could i possibly get toby x gn!traumatized!proxy!reader?

basically reader gets a lot of flashbacks, PTSD and stuff.

romantic please! <3

TW: PTSD/panic attack, mentions of vomiting

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby with a Traumatized!Proxy!Reader

Toby is well aware of your mental health, mental conditions, etc

And so, he always makes sure that he has his phone on him, that way, if you were to need him for anything at all, he would be able to get to you

He will drop anything and everything for you

One time he literally abandoned a mission so that he could get to you

What im trying to say is, this man is dedicated

He was doing a grocery run with Liu when he got a call from you

"💕Y/n💕" his phone screen read

He smiles as he sees your name on his screen, answering and holding the phone up to his ear as he skims over the grocery list one last time

"Hi, love. I'll be home soon, we're finishing up right now" he says, a certain love struck tone to his voice

"....hopscotch" you whisper

Hopscotch is your safe word for each other, whenever you say it to each other, it is essintially telling the other "i am in severe danger and i need you right now"

His face drops and his breath catches im his throat "....I'm on my way, get into a safe space, okay?"

"Okay." You whimper, he hangs up and hands liu his grocery basket

"I need to run. It's urgent"

"Oh, okay" liu says, watching as toby rushes out of the store with a confused face

As toby gets back to the mansion, he practically kicks open the door and looks for you frantically

He eventually finds you in the "cool down room", curled up into a ball, hands covering your ears as you rock back and forth with tears streaming down your face

Toby closes the door and walks up to you, making his presence known to you by tapping on the floor in front of you

You flinch, eyes snapping open and looking at Toby

The tears stop for a second, but only a second, before they are back, now raining down harder than ever

You practically leap into his arms and grip onto his sleeves so hard your knuckles turn white

Toby wraps his arms around you, holding onto you as tight as he can

"Shhh....shhhh...I'm here...I'm here...I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, I promise" he whispers as he rubs your head

"I keep seeing..." you begin, choking on your sobs and stumbling over your words

You can barely breathe, let alone talk

He shushes you once more "shhh...just breathe, sweetness...breathe..."

He is silent for a moment, before looking down at your shaking body "are the flashbacks happening again?" He asks quietly

You nod as you continue to sob

"Okay....okay....just breathe, hun....focus on me, focus on how my clothes feel, focus on what i smell like, focus on my voice..." he tells you, rubbing your back and sushing you some more

You fiddle with the sleeves of his hoodie, trying to focus on the cloth, focusing on how he smells like a mixture of generic male soap and the woods, and it begins to work

It's not too overwhelming, but just stimulating enough to get you to focus on the here and now

You are still very much panicking, but you aren't as bad as you were before

"I'm going to go get you a bucket, okay? Just in case you puke"

You look up at him "no, no, please don't leave me!" You choke out

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry...here, would you feel better if i got E.J to give it to us? That way i won't have to leave?"

You nod, heavily breathing and sniffing

While you and Toby wait, he tries to help you regulate your breathing, which kind of works??

There is a quiet knock at the door, before E.J comes in, setting the bucket in the room before leaving, giving you some privacy

You grab a hold of the bucket, putting your face over it as Toby stands, going to the shelves and pulling out one of the blankets

It's your favorite one in the room, it's your favorite texture, your favorite material, and favorite color

He wraps it around you and wraps his arms back around you loosely so that you don't feel trapped

He rocks you back and forth and presses occassional kisses to your shoulder

Once you've calmed down enough to communicate, Toby moves some hair out of your face and kisses your cheek

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

If you want to, he sits and listens to you for however long you need him to, and after you're done, he offers to get you your favorite comfort food

If you don't wanna talk about it, he will simply nod and go back to swaying you back and forth, kissing you occassionally

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Nine - The Wedding

"i dont want to leave him." you pouted.

"y/n, he's going to be fine. we're leaving him in capable hands." colby said, squeezing your shoulders. you were dropping lucas off with your parents for the afternoon, so you and colby could have some time with yourselves. you'd been cooped up in the house for the last month and a half, and you knew you would benefit from an afternoon out. but you'd grown so used to having lucas in your arms, you couldn't stomach the thought of not having him near you. of course, you knew your parents could handle watching him, but you were still hesitant to leave him.

"c'mon sweetie. lets go before your mama changes her mind." your mom said, taking lucas from your arms. you held your grip as long as you could before your mom was out of reach and colby was holding you too tight for you to move. you watched as she took him into the living room and sat on the couch with him.

"thank you gramma!" colby called from the foyer, pulling you out of the front door and back down the drive way, against much of your protesting.

"i feel empty." you sighed.

"baby." colby said softly. he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into his chest. your arms snaked around his waist and you held him tight, silence falling over the two of you as you stood in the driveway. you felt a small tear fall down your cheek, quickly wiping it away.

"alright, let's get out of here before i break down my mom's front door." you laughed, pulling away from colby. you reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips before walking over to your side of the car.

the afternoon ended up being wonderful, you and colby getting to enjoy some much needed alone time. much more needed than you ever thought. you hadn't had this much fun with colby since you'd gotten pregnant, as your baby became your priority.

you went out to lunch, and walked around downtown for a bit afterwards. you found yourselves at an outdoor mall, and did a bit of shopping while enjoying the fresh air.

once you finished up your shopping, you and colby drove around for a bit before you ended up at one of the overlook spots on mulholland. you got out and took in the view of the city, leaning against the hood of colby's car.

"god, i haven't been up here in forever." you said with a smile, colby taking his spot next to you.

"i know. we used to come here all the time, remember? whenever either of us needed a break from life, and didn't want to come alone." colby said, and you felt his lips press against the top of your head.

"i do remember." you smiled, meeting his gaze. "then we started having sex, which, admittedly, felt a lot better than coming up here." you teased.

"i don't disagree." colby laughed. his arm draped around your shoulder, and he held you tight. you enjoyed the silence for a while, comfortable in each other's company as you enjoyed the sight of the city below you.

"remember when you told me i couldn't propose to you when we found out you were pregnant? because we weren't dating?" he asked abruptly.

"yeah?" you said, heart beginning to pound in your chest.

"every day since then, all i've wanted to do was to ask you to marry me. but i settled for asking you to be my girlfriend, since i knew that was what you wanted. and i was okay with it at first, especially since we were going through so much with lucas. but im ready for a new change."

"colby," you took a deep breath, watching as he knelt to the ground in front of you. you noticed a tiny velvet box perched in his hands, a beautiful diamond ring situated in the middle.

"y/n l/n, i love you more than i can ever put into words. i know our relationship has been the furthest thing from normal, but that's what i love about us. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, in every way possible. i want to continue to grow our family and share our love with each other every single day. will you marry me?"

you heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you could feel it in your head. the butterflies in your stomach were a swarm, and you were sobbing mess at this point. there were a million thoughts running around your mind, but you were absolutely certain about one thing.

"yes! yes, i'll marry you!" you said through tears. you watched as colby relaxed his shoulders and a wide smile spread across his face. he slipped the ring on your finger and stood in front of you. you pulled him close and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

all of your dreams were finally starting to come true, and you couldn't have imagined them with anyone other than colby. sure, your relationship wasn't the most conventional, and your timeline was definitely all over the place. but the love you shared for each other was genuine, and it grew more and more each day. you loved colby so much, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your lives together.

over the course of just over a year, wedding planning had been as good as you could have expected. sure, there were some road blocks when it came to the venues, and caterers, and who you wanted to invite. but once you finally decided on a hall, and a date, everything else seemed to fall perfectly into place.

"this has got to be some sort of good luck. everything else we've looked at has been booked out for a zillion years, but we just happened to find a place that had an opening the same weekend we wanted, and has a DJ, an in house chef, and a partnership with a florist? i must be dreaming." you let out a sigh of relief as you checked off items from your to do list.

“im glad this suddenly became so easy. things felt very bleak there for a while.” colby said, moving to stand next to you.

“ugh, i know.” you sighed. you turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “i cant wait to marry you.” you reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “knowing that im gonna get to see you, my dream man, at the end of the aisle, makes all the stress worth it.”

“i love you.” colby said softly, pressing another kiss to your lips.

as your wedding day quickly approached, the morning was going as smoothly as you’d hoped it would. your guests were beginning to arrive, and you and your bridesmaids were in the dressing room getting ready. you finished getting your hair and makeup done, and were finally able to step into your wedding dress. once you were done up, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror before. you looked beautiful, and it took all you had in you to prevent the tears from falling and ruining your makeup. you were over the moon that you were going to be marrying your best friend in just a few minutes.

you stepped back out into the dressing room, your bridesmaids fawning over you. you were showered in compliments and everyone began snapping pictures of and with you.

“okay, before we get started, i want to make a toast,” you began, refilling everyone’s champagne flutes. “i just want to thank you all for being here and celebrating with me. it means the world to me, and colby as well, that youre all here with us. i love you all so much.” you said, raising your glass. you all clinked them together, a mumbled, but excited, “cheers” filled the room as you all finished off the champagne.

you all took your places in the line for the ceremony to begin. you stood at the end of the line, your parents on either side of you with their arms locked in yours.

“you nervous?” your dad asked softly.

“a bit.” you said, taking a deep breath.

“for what its worth, so is colby. but i know as soon as you see each other, all the nerves will go out the window. you two are perfect for each other, and its about time you’re getting married.” he said to you. you smiled up at him and took your place at the door.

the music began and the doors opened, revealing the beautifully decorated hall with all the flower arrangements you and colby spent so long on deciding. your eyes flashed across the room, mentally thanking every single one of your guests for being there with you. your glance finally fell upon colby, standing at the end of the aisle. he looked so handsome in his tux.

you felt your heart grow in your chest as he stood there smiling, a small glimmer of tears as they welled in his eyes. you couldnt believe this was finally happening. the man of your dreams, the most wonderful father to your child, about to become your husband.

you finally reached the end of the aisle, placing your hands in colby’s as he took you the rest of the way. you passrd your bouquet to your maid of honor, and took colby’s other hand in your now free one.

“hi.” he said softly, giving you a once over. “you look so beautiful.”

“thank you. so do you.” you smiled. you glanced across your guests, eyes landing on lucas in the front row, sitting in lesa's lap. you gave him a small wave, and he waved back at you, the cutest smile plastered across his face.

your ceremony began, and you and colby exchanged your vows. the ceremony was beautiful, and you were elated to share your first kiss as husband and wife.

"i love you so much." colby said, voice muffled by his lips pressed against yours.

"i love you so much." you repeated, giggling as colby pulled you further into his chest to deepen the kiss. you were surrounded by cheers as you kissed, everyone sharing in the love you two had for each other.

following your ceremony, you and colby stayed behind to take pictures with each other, your family, and your wedding party. you then made your way over to the room your reception was being held. as the night began, dinner was served, and you started to make your way through your dances. you watched as colby and his mom shared danced around the floor, lucas sitting attentively in your lap. he was enthralled with all the lights and decorations, and was being so good the whole night. once it was time for your father/daughter dance, colby took lucas from you and sat with him at your table. your dance proved to be very emotional, your dad telling you how proud he was of you, and how much of a wonderful mother you were proving to be.

"not that i doubted you would be. you've always been so nuturing, so it's fitting that you've continued to do so with your son."

"i love you, daddy." you said softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i love you too, sweetheart." he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you spun around one final time as the song ended, and your dad twirled you into colby's arms, as the song you'd chosen for your first dance began to play. lucas was sitting on colby's hip, and the three of you began to sway to the beat of the music.

"can you believe this is our life?" you asked colby.

"not even a little a bit." he laughed. "do you have any regrets?" he asked.

"not one. do you?" you asked him.

"a very small one." he began, laughing when he noticed your puzzled expression. "just that i regret not comitting sooner. granted, that may not have brought us lucas, but i wish we could've experienced all the giddy parts of starting a relationship. the first dates, and the awkwardness of transitioning from friends to dating. we never really had the chance to be boyfriend/girlfriend, and get to date. we had to make a pretty big change to go straight from friends to parents."

"yeah, that's true. these have been very big adjustments we had to make, but i'm glad we got to make them together." you said, and colby nodded. "for what it's worth, i still get giddy when i see you. seeing you with lucas every day, you are so good with him, and seeing the light and love on your face every time you look at him. i think i'll forever get butterflies at the sight." the hall was dark, but you were certain you saw colby's face flush pink. he truly was the most beautiful man you'd ever met, and getting to spend your life with him was like your wildest dream come true.

the rest of your reception was wonderful, and everyone was having a great time. you loved spending this time with all of your loved ones, and you were grateful that they were all there to celebrate with you and colby.

once the night ended, most everyone had already left, and you and colby were the last ones out of the hall. with his diaper bag slung over your shoulder, lucas was asleep in your arms, resting on your chest.

"you ready to go?" you called to colby, waiting for him at the door. he nodded, and jogged to catch up to you. he wrapped his hand around yours and you walked out to finish loading up the car. you climbed into the passenger seat after putting lucas in his seat. colby held your hand as he pulled out of the parking lot of the venue, the three you driving off to start the next chapter of your lives; the beginning of your forever.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers as taylor swift songs

requested by my swiftie in Christ @yudgefudge!! thank you luv <3

leo: you're on your own, kid. ive been associating him w this song way before i knew that everyone else was doing the same lmao. it rlly does encompass his entire journey, from humble beginnings n jus being a little kid playing for fun (from sprinkler splashes/to fireplace ashes), to being the best in the world n all the struggles that come with it (i search the party.../just to learn that my dreams arent rare). the man gave his blood sweat n tears like hed be saved by a the "perfect kiss" which here is a metaphor for the wc obviously. n ohmygosh "everything you lose is a step you take"!!!! BRUH???!?!?! every line, from "i didnt chose this town (ie paris)/i dream of getting out/theres just one who could make me stay", to "the jokes werent funny, i took the money/my friends from home dont know what to say" are all SO leo coded.

ney: anti-hero. i ADORE him n theres a lot of people that like him. but theres also a lot of people who like not liking him. hes one of the best in the world, and as great as that is, he has, unjustifiably so, garnered a significant amount of haters (its me, hi, im the problem, its me/at tea time, everybody agrees). hes rlly endured a ton of it throughout the years, but keeps going (pierced through the heart/but never killed). after facing so much backlash, youd probly worry about the people that still support you and how much longer you can hold on to that (one day i'll watch as youre leaving/and life will lose all its meaning). also, hes a rich person. which makes the bridge pretty relatable for him but like in a funny way.

gavi: nothing new. this one is more based off my inner musings than actual like evidence. i have no idea whats going on this lil dudes head. but i know that IF i were in his position, i'd relate to this song a FUCK TON. its basically a song abt being in the spotlight, n being the shiny young thing that has peoples attention. but what happens when thats not true anymore? (Lord, what will become of me/once ive lost my novelty?) what happens in a few years when an even younger prodigy comes around n impresses everyone? (are we only biding time 'til i lose your attention?/and someone else lights up the room?/people love an ingénue). im not gonna write down the whole birdge but its basically abt the inevitably of meeting your replacement. the song basically asks: "will you still want me/when im nothing new?" he seems like a happy dude who probly doesnt think abt this stuff, but if i were a famous promising young soccer player, this stuff would definitely weigh on my mind.

muller: the story of us. Lord forgive my mullendowski heart. i tried to think of a song that would fit jus him n leave shipping out of it but,,, yeah it wasnt happening. in my mind theyre a package deal. anywho the song's about being around someone youre still in love with after youve broken up (now im standing alone in a crowded room/and we're not speaking and im dying to know/is it killing you like its killing me). ik theyre on good terms n all but in my mindbrain i imagine him them being in the same place for the first time since lewy left him bayern and poor thomas jus "nervously pulling at my clothes/and trying to look busy." and my gosh "but you held your pride like you shouldve held me"??? the AUDACITY. i can go off about this whole song tbh. oh n also even tho speak nows a country album this song is kinda,,, rock/punk-ish kinda??? which is to say, its very loud. much like a certain someone. fun fact i almost put seven for him bc of "before i learned civility/i used to scream ferociously/anytime i wanted" but i figured one line wasnt enough for me to put the whole song.

mbappe: evermore. this is a brooding song. a depression song. so i can definitely see this as a post 2022 world cup final song for him. it actually relates to a sports loss very well. (i used to listen to this song n think a oikawa from haikyuu,,, heh). if theres one thing abt mbappe its that hes dedicated. i can see him "replay(ing) my footsteps on each stepping stone/trying to find the one where i went wrong," yknow, jus thinking abt the final over n over. very "i rewind the tape but all it does is pause/on the very moment all was lost." but at the end of it all, hes young, hes talented, n has more world cups ahead of him. ie: "i had a feeling so peculiar/this pain wouldnt be for/evermore."

klopp: dear reader. this whole song is just advice. its taylor dishing out advice to her fans, most of whom are younger than her. kloppo loves his players, he wants to give them good advice that applies not only on the pitch, but off it as well. (dear reader/bend when you can, snap when you have to/dear reader/you dont have to answer, just cause they asked you) however its no secret that our lovely manager can be pretty hard on himself. so its possible that while he gives advice to those he loves, he feels like hes not worthy of giving it (you wouldnt take my word for it/if you knew who was talking).

again, everything stated is speculation, fueled entirely by my delusional lil mindbrain. as i dont know these ppl.

[allylikethecat]

THIS NEW NOW WE'RE CLEAN CHAPTER. every single thing you post i think 'this one's the best' then you post something else and its BETTER im gonna explode. starting with soft morning sex please theyre SO SWEET. ok. right. its time for a terribly long ask with lots of yelling. YES

His engagement ring sat heavy on his finger, he stared at it obsessively, as if concerned George was going to take it back.

matty NO he would die for u hes not gonna take it back ☹️ pls no the way george is so kind to him and hes Still anxious im gonna actually die LIKE. i dont even know. i just. love it. like Thinks theyre unloveable + Loves them like it's breathing or whatever it is IT'S THEEMM

He couldn’t help but be at least a little pleased that that meant he was still special. George had pressed a kiss to the side of his head when Matty had told him, meeting up again in the waiting room and requested that maybe it would be better if his ulcers were less special.

sweetest couple award goes to. matty i promise he thinks youre special in literally every other way u dont need ulcers to prove it. their dynamic is so sweet though like matty being like "stomc ulcr :)" and george being like "queen ! that is not good !" i LOVE THEM

“You liked the last surprise,” he said, pressing the gas as the light changed color.

“What are you talking about?” Matty asked, his brow furrowed. George knew how he felt about surprises, and had gotten better at just not.

“When I asked you to marry me,” he said softly, reaching over and grabbing Matty’s hand, holding over the center console as he drove.

STOP IT. 😭❤️holding his hand❤️😭 😭❤️asking him to marry him❤️😭 😭❤️george KNOWING he'll like it❤️😭 genuinely u dont get how much i love them this is the best thing ever written i need you put in every library on the planet u need multiple awards u need all the awards u need to collect them like pokemon im gonna LOSE IT. genuinely just this is so soft i cant take it

“Yes,” she said, “you’re here to look at kittens, correct?”

i need to be left alone to cry for at least three days. THEYRE GETTING A KITTEN im literally gonna die. ally u cant do this this is the best thing ive eVER READ.

George didn’t like cats. George didn’t like pets, and especially not pets owned by Matthew deeming him too irresponsible for an animal.

THEYRE GETTING A PET ANS GWORGE DOESNT LIEK PETS im losing it ive lost it im gone. pls he loves matty so much and just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need this made into a seven part film series all two hours each soundtracked by mitski RIGHT NOW. or maybe clairo idk i feel like theyd fit. anyway. just the fact george loves him so much hes willing to get a cat with him PLEEEAAASE im gonna die

“I can keep it?”

i cannot word it but this line is going to send me off on a screaming rampage im about to tell my irls about this STOOOPPPPPPP. hes so insecure in himself he cant even imagine being able to keep a cat i CANT DEAL

Matty shrugged. “Adult cats need homes too,” he said, crouching down to let a small tuxedo cat come and sniff his shoes, meowing bravely at him but not letting Matty pet him. He didn’t mention that the adult cats reminded him of himself, damaged goods but desperate to be loved, more than he wanted to admit. “Plus, everyone wants a kitten.”

+

Hesitantly, a small tabby jumped down from a perch in the corner, so high up that they hadn’t even initially realized it was there. She was missing part of her left ear, as well as her left eye, the scar looking old and well healed. Matty swallowed hard as she seemed to size him up.

As if deciding he was worthy, She padded delicately over to him, and settled herself down onto his thigh. She cocked her head as if to say aren’t you going to pet me now? Matty smiled and did just that, lightly running his fingers down her back. She started purring and his heart melted. She was missing part of her ear.

AJKAKSJJSKSJ. PARALLELS. THEYRE BOTH A BIT FUCKED UP AND THEYRE BOTH A BIT MESSY AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY ARE TWINS AND CHAOS IS MATTY IN CAT FORM. i actually think ive died

ok. i think im done. but i may come back with more. this is the best thing ive ever read i want it tattooed. enjoy your day and. i cant think. think about horses 🐴 <- for u ok bye bye ur the best

OH MY GOODNESS: First off thank you so much for sending me such a long, and lovely and supportive ask omg I was literally going !!! the entire time I read it. Thank you SO MUCH!

LOL Fictional!Matty would have enjoyed some more soft morning sex but alas Fictional!George had PLANS and once he found out it involved him getting a cat he was less angry about it. (I like to think that Fictional!George had all of the supplies for said cat hidden in the downstairs closet so that he would be READY when they brought their new pet home and despite opening that closet multiple times Fictional!Matty is oblivious and didn't notice any of the shopping bags)

Being engaged is still something that Fictional!Matty never really thought he would have? Like yes he has wanted to marry Fictional!George since they were teenagers and he loves him SO MUCH but he is just so blown away by the fact that Fictional!George feels the same way? And also that he had held onto the ring for so many years through multiple different relationships? His anxiety makes him feel like it's fake but he's working on it.

Fictional!Matty is just glad that someone appreciated his stomach ulcers, he worked really hard on them and they caused him a lot of pain.

Fictional!George saw those pictures of Matty with the cats that we all saw and he also melted. He was like I will be acquiring one of those for Fictional!Matty. Despite all the work they have done on their relationship (and Fictional!Matty has done on himself) some of the hurtful things Fictional!George has said about him / to him still haunt him (specifically the whole being immature and irresponsible thing) and Fictional!George has aways been adamant that he didn't like cats so poor Fictional!Matty is having his mind blown right now. He's like ah yes this is so painful Fictional!George took me to the shelter to play with kittens but I don't get to take one home, the thought was there but wow this hurts so bad. Meanwhile Fictional!George has like three cat trees hidden in that closet.

YAY for Fictional!Matty choosing the pet that is most like him 😂 Chaos and Fictional!Matty both has some physical and mental scars but they're not broken they just need to be loved in a different way and now they have each other!!! I'm obsessed with her and fictional!Matty and this entire fic universe and I'm so grateful that people are still interested in this little world.

Thank you SO MUCH For always being so lovely and supportive and sending such wonderful asks!! I hope you are having the BEST Wednesday and that you have wonderful rest of your week. Thank you so much again!!

❤️Ally

[once-upon-the-earth]

*sighs* alright, ill write another one

(Im doing this completely out of my own volition why am i being bitchy)

A house well-lived in oftentimes becomes a sort of sentient being on its own. This tends to happen over the course of many years, of course, with periods of un-sentience when the owner thinks about moving somewhere else, but its a natural and mostly linear process and the reason why old houses like to creak and craw and trickle water from the tap, drawing attention to themselves. It stems from the human inhabitants becoming so used to their home being an extension of themselves that they unconsciously transfer some of their own sentience over to the house.

It tends to happen faster, when there's a supernatural being living in the house. It tends to happen a lot faster when there are two very powerful supernatural beings living in the house. For the cottage in the South Downs, owned by an angel and a demon, one of which an Ex-Supreme Archangel and one of which the Serpent of Eden, it had taken around one year total.

Aziraphale and Crowley knew this and mostly ignored it, except for Aziraphale throwing in the occasional thanks whenever he found a book he had previously mislaid in another room. It wasn't helpful to imagine the house as an only semi-willing voyeur to everything they got up to when they were still trying to shake the feeling of being under constant surveillance. But they were slowly getting better with their freedom.

This afternoon, Aziraphale was alone in the cottage. Not for long, obviously. The house knew exactly where Crowley was. There was a certain understanding that had transpired between the cottage and the Bentley, which stated that one would let the other know what their owners were doing at almost all times and currently, the Bentley was letting it know that Crowley was done with the small errand he'd been keeping hidden from his angel and aimlessly driving around the village, waiting for the agreed-upon quarter of an hour to pass so he could pull up in front of the cottage again.

Aziraphale was using the quarter of an hour to fiddle with his bowtie in front of a mirror. It was one of his more elegant bowties. He'd considered wearing one that Crowley had given to him for Christmas or other occasions but those ones were all joke-articles. Aziraphale liked reindeer well enough but certainly not on his bowties.

There was a knock on the door. Crowley had returned five minutes earlier than agreed but Aziraphale was done anyways. He opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Crowley, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bouquet of yellow tulips.

"Hi, angel," said Crowley, as though they hadn't only been apart for ten minutes. "You ready?"

"Of course, dear."

"Got you something," Crowley said, holding out the flowers. Aziraphale took them carefully. "They're beautiful", he said. "They have the most perfect colour, don't you think?"

"Nyeah", made Crowley. "You like yellow."

Aziraphale smiled at him. "We should give them some water", he said. "Before they start wilting while we're gone."

"They would never", said Crowley and glared at the flowers. The flowers, however, had watched him pick them out, pay for them and drive them to the cottage all with the same dopey smile, and they weren't very intimidated.

Aziraphale went back inside to fill a slender vase with water, Crowley trailing after him to watch and secretively perform a miracle so the flowers would last a bit longer. When he was done putting the flowers into the vase, Aziraphale took the demon by his lapels to kiss him, despite Crowley's protests. "We're not even on the date yet, angel," he complained, and then very quickly gave in and contributed to the kissing.

They got out of the house five minutes late, despite Crowley being five too early. When he locked the cottage, Crowley looked to the door wreath. "You'll have him home by midnight", he promised solemnly and went to hold the door open for Aziraphale, who had been watching the display with amusement.

They took the Bentley to the theatre in the nearest city. The cottage was informed some hours later, when the play ended, of the two of them extensively discussing the performance of the lead actor, a certain Michael. Crowley seemed to have liked him a lot - Aziraphale was more critical. They were both sure he reminded them of someone, though neither knew of whom.

The discussion continued merrily until the Bentley pulled up in front of a restaurant. The time inched towards midnight while Aziraphale ate and Crowley drank but when they returned from their dinner, they left the car where it was standing to have a walk around the city. Crowley, despite being tipsy, had his arm slung around Aziraphale's middle, while the angel was rambling about the play still. In the middle of the street, Crowley said something and Aziraphale stopped talking to turn his head to the demon and give him a kiss. They stood like that for a while, under a lantern, before they wandered down the street.

It was nearly three when they returned to the Bentley to drive home. The cottage greeted them with the sternest atmosphere it could muster and tried to keep it up until Crowley made an apologetic face but it dissolved long before that. There was such an overwhelming sense of warmth radiating off the two of them - and the cottage was a product of their conciousness after all.

(michael sheen cameo, what do you think did they watch?)

Today Aziraphale and Crowley went on a good old-fashioned date. Crowley even took the Bentley for a spin around the block before pulling up to the house and knocking on the door to collect his angel. He even presented Aziraphale with a bouquet, and promised the cottage he'd have him home by midnight.

[thinger-strang]

"It scares me to feel this way"?

you didnt specify any ship so im going to go outside of my comfort zone :)

this will be set as post s4 and i will be changing what canon has laid out for us so read with caution

Nancy sits next to Steve on the couch in Eddie's trailer. Eddie is trying to find more first aid supplies while Billy raids the kitchen and Robin is trying to corral the kids and form a plan.

"So Billy huh?" Nancy smiles awkwardly.

Steve laughs a little and nods. He hadn't exactly been subtle when reuniting with Billy.

"Yeah, Billy." Steve can't keep the grin off of his face.

"When did... that happen?" Nancy asks, rubbing one of her arms.

"Oh like, a few months before graduation, it just kinda, happened. And then Starcourt was just... bad timing I think. We were working a lot and hadn't seen each other in a while and then he got possessed and I got stuck under the mall." Steve stares off towards the kitchen for a bit. "But it's okay now, we're both alive and in the same dimension now."

Nancy glances towards the kitchen briefly before staring out the window where Robin is arguing with Dustin about something.

"How'd you know? That you were...."

"Also into guys? Well it just kinda seemed obvious once I looked at it, after someone kinda laid it out for me? I dunno it's kinda hard to explain, Billy explains it better than I do." Steve rubs the back of his neck.

"Okay but, we dated and you loved me and now you love Billy? Like you just switched?"

"Well no, I didn't 'switch', I did love you and I still like girls but I also really like Billy and think boys are also really good looking. It's even across the board, I think everyone is hot." Steve shrugs.

"So you loved me and also like Billy..."

"Yeah Nance I just said–" Steve turns to face Nancy and finds her still staring out the window at Robin with a longing look.

Steve gasps. Loudly.

"You totally like Robin?" He stage whispers.

Nancy snaps her gaze to Steve and gapes her mouth like a fish for a second.

"You should ask her out! I think she'd–"

Nancy slaps her hand over Steve's mouth and glances back at the window. Robin's still waving her arms around, now arguing with Dustin and Lucas, but none the wiser to what Steve and Nancy are talking about.

"You need to be quiet."

Steve nods but is still grinning. Eddie bounds into the room, arms full of bandages and rags and bottles of whatever. Steve's grin turns into a grimace.

"Okay Wheeler, out. Me 'n Stevie Boy have a lot to do." Eddie drops his haul onto the empty side of the couch.

Nancy opens her mouth to protest but Steve cuts her off.

"It's fine, Nance, go see if Robin needs help with whatever her and the kids are doing and maybe get Billy to come in here. He's actually pretty good at the patching up thing."

Steve's tone is serious but he still manages to shoot Nancy a shit eating grin when he mentions Robin. Nancy rolls her eyes but marches towards the kitchen.

///

Steve's asleep on the couch by the time Nancy, Robin, and the kids get inside with a solid plan. Billy sits on the floor in front on Steve with Max next to him. Eddie sits on a kitchen chair he's got facing backwards. Nancy and Robin present their plan to the group.

Once all the details have been worked out and everyone disperses to find something to eat or somewhere to sleep, Nancy and Robin are left alone in front of the window.

"So what were you and Steve talking about?" Robin asks, bluntly.

"Talking? We weren't talking we were...–" Nancy flounders.

"Dude, no need to be weird about it, I saw you two chit chatting, just curious what it was about." Robin holds her hands up in surrender.

"We were talking about Billy."

Robin's eyes narrow slightly.

"Nothing bad! I was just curious when that happened, I didn't know Steve was...."

"A queer? Into men like that?" Robin starts, accusatory. "Just because he wasn't throwing himself at you like you were so clearly hoping he would doesn't give you the right to be an ass about him being bi!"

"I don't have a problem with him being–"

"Oh please Nancy! You've been flirting with him this whole time! You aren't even trying to hide it!"

"I WAS ASKING BECAUSE I'M THE SAME!" Nancy yells.

Robin closes her mouth with a click.

"Well not the same, but it's similar. I just... it never really felt right with Steve or with Jonathan. So I just pretended that it was all fine because that's what i thought everyone did. But I was asking Steve how he knew and he said he didn't really get it until someone else explained it to him. And I mean he did a piss poor job explaining what it feels like but it kinda, it opened the door enough and I just, I don't think I like guys. At all. And it scares me to feel this way because I've seen what it's like, on the news, I've heard the name calling and shit. I just never thought that could be me but now... now I think it is?"

Nancy glaces up at Robin fearfully, the realization of everything she just said hitting her.

"Oh. I didn't know. That's cool, I mean, I'm the same. A lesbian. That's, that's what you're describing. That's me. And I guess it's you too now?"

All Nancy can do is nod.

"Cool. I guess, you can ask me if you have any more questions. Steve's a complete dingus when it comes to logistics. He's good with dealing with emotional baggage."

Robin smiles warmly at Nancy.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Um," Robin rubs the back of her neck, blushing hard. "I'd like that but aren't you still dating Jonathan?"

Nancy squeezes her eyes shut and winces. She completely forgot.

"Well, how about you have a nice long talk with Jonathan and ya know, maybe break up with him, then we can circle back to the kissing thing, alright?"

"Yeah sorry, I just–" Nancy fumbles to explain.

"Hey it's alright, it sounds like you've just spent years trying to figure out what's missing and finally figured it out. Let the emotions settle before jumping in head first, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Nancy smiles awkwardly.

"Cool, I'm going to grab whatever's left in Eddie's kitchen and then go find Steve, Billy, and Eddie. Pretty sure he hooked them up with the good weed. You can come if you want?" Robin extends her hand like a prince waiting for his princess at a ball.

Nancy smiles and takes her hand, letting Robin lead the way

[yamikakyuu]

Thoughts on the whole Zolf and Wilde thing (no salt, I actually enjoyed the epilogue a lot, more my own take)

Cw for small talks about depression, everything is under the cut.

This is my own personal headcanon.

I believe they stayed in London a bit after just because of everything, it was a huge shock to all of them that magic was gone. They probably all did the what now thing. Im getting fugdy with time because Hamid does state they all parted but I think Zolf and Wilde were probably together for a bit afterwards mostly because Zolf really couldn't get around.

I feel he wanted to help because of obvious reasons but couldn't as much as the others could. I feel at some point all that depression he felt after Mr Ceiling returned and he really started feeling useless, even with Wilde because Im sure Wilde was doing things because he's suited for it.

Speaking as someone with depression you can have a strong support system around you and still feel utterly alone. I think thats what happened to Zolf. So he and Wilde parted on amicable terms since Zolf needed to find himself. A year or so passed, they kept in contact, zolf stayed with him at times but the last few passed without much contact til now and Zolf getting Wilde's letter, still seeing that the room was available made Zolf realize that staying with Wilde was the right choice.

You can 100% tell in how they talked they still care about each other. Hell Zolf admitted he missed Wilde. Zolfs awkward anxiety nearly melted away when he was alone with Wilde, you could hear it in his voice, the "god that's so you." He's letting himself be vulnerable in front of Wilde, like Wilde was with him in 218. They know each other so well. Wilde knew Zolf needed time but also made it clear he would be there for him anytime.

I hope Zolf staying with Wilde will put him in a better head space for next epilogue and god I hope it's not another huge skip, please no more than a year. I'm not holding my breath for complete happiness, this is RQG we're talking about but I feel this is the start of them getting to be together in whatever that may mean.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

[barnesbabee]

𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 20 - ɴᴇxᴛ⟿

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader

A/N: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

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The day was long and silent, and although no one had gotten any sleep, no one could close their eyes for more than a minute. The haunting picture of Yunho's dead body and splattered blood clouding their minds. The only one who hadn't seen the body yet was Jongho, but he was too busy trying to make sure Mingi wouldn't freak out again.

The five of you eventually fell asleep, when your bodies finally calmed down and gave in to the temptation.

You were, however, suddenly awoken by a loud noise of something falling. All of you sat up straight in the living room and looked around. There were only four of you. Mingi.

All of you stood up immediately and began searching the house in a panicked state, calling out for Mingi as you did so.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Seonghwa yelled, after a couple of minutes of looking.

You all ran towards where he was. You found Seonghwa holding a crying Mingi by the arm, in the attic of the house.

"What happened?" You asked.

Seonghwa roughly pushed Mingi towards you all.

"I got here and this dumbass had opened the skylight and was trying to get onto the roof!"

San held Mingi's hand and moved the man to stand behind him, angrily looking at Seonghwa.

"Hey man, take it easy." San advised.

Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips and widened his eyes.

"Take it easy? Take. It. Easy!? There's already a dead body in my fucking house, from a situation that I had nothing to do with, mind you, and I was about to have a second body to bury because of this fool's bad choices. I am helping you idiots out a lot and you're pushing me to the limits, okay!? I have a lot to lose here. I have a company to run and a lot of people that are going to lose jobs if the CEO goes down as an accessory to murder."

There was only silence, as it dawned on the selfish group what they were asking of Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry." San said, not even able to lift up his head and look Seonghwa in the eye.

The latter shook his head and walked away.

"I'm leaving the house. Keep an eye on that douchebag."

The sound of the front door slamming echoed in the house, and all of you felt incredibly embarrassed. Once you got back to the living room, Jongho surprised all of you. He sat Mingi down on the couch and stared down at him.

"I'm tired, Mingi. I really am. You made those two go out into the woods to fetch a dead body, you made them scrub blood off of walls and off the floor, you made Seonghwa, who doesn't even like you by the way, he's doing this for Y/N, hide a body in his house, and you were going to kill yourself!? Are you that much of a fucking coward!? Mingi you're not 16. You're a grown man, you're almost 22, it's about time you start taking accountability for your actions, we can't baby you forever, 'cause it's getting tiring. We're all desperate here, and we have to worry about yourselves, about dead Yunho, and now about an unstable manchild. Focus on the fucking reality Mingi."

Jongho was straight-up yelling by the end of his rant, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and face red, out of anger. He then stormed off, just like Seonghwa, leaving a very quiet and tense room.

San sighed and sat next to his friend.

"You know, he's right Mingi. Maybe should've worded it better, but you really can't do what you were about to do... You were about to screw us all over when we are risking our lives to help you. This isn't just about you anymore."

Mingi could only nod, and cry, as his aching throat wouldn't allow him to do anything else.

You sighed and stood up.

"I'm... I'm gonna go find Seonghwa, I need to apologize."

You picked up your coat from the coat hanger near the door.

"You know where he is?" San asked.

"I have an idea..."

You were sure he was back at the office. He felt comfortable there, it was a place where he could take his head off of all his worries. Also, he kept his best whiskey in his office... It wasn't very far from his house, but you were impatient, you needed some time alone with him desperately. You showed your pass to the security by the entrance and they let you through, as you hurriedly made your way to the CEO's office.

You could hear two voices chatting from the inside, you didn't quite recognize the other person, but you were pretty sure it was Hongjoong. You knocked on the door softly, ignoring the big 'do not disturb' sign.

"I- Hongjoong what the fuck didn't I ask you to put the sign outside!?" You could hear Seonghwa ask.

You heard his heavy footsteps walk closer to the door and for a second you were afraid, maybe you shouldn't have come...

The door opened slowly before you, however, interrupting your thoughts.

"My apologies but I'm currently- oh it's you baby." Seonghwa pulled you in a big bear hug as soon as he realized who you were.

You hugged him back, a little hesitant with Hongjoong seeing you two acting romantically. Seonghwa realized you were a little stiff and pulled away, then realizing what the discomfort was about once he saw you looking at Hongjoong.

"Oh, I told him... I hope it's fine. He's kind of known from the beginning."

You closed the door behind you and followed Seonghwa into his office, as you looked at Hongjoong with an 'oh really?' look, making him chuckle.

"Well I did try to call dibs on you when you got hired but he got salty about it, and then every time I made a comment about you he'd get mad. I still did it though, I knew something was going on and I wanted him to tell me." Hongjoong explained as he smiled brightly.

"Yeah yeah good times, why don't you tell them about 'wanting to bend them over your desk and making them beg'?"

Hongjoong's head perked up and his eyes widened, as his ears turned bright red.

"Seonghwa what the fuck-" He whispered, feeling a little uncomfortable in the room.

You were a little embarrassed, but also proud.

"It's fine, plus," Seonghwa got up from his chair and stood behind you, grabbing your hips in the process "they like it. They love to hear how they want to get fucked, isn't that right, Y/N?"

You pressed your thighs together and kept your gaze focused on the ground. Seonghwa gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Hongjoong.

"I- I do like to hear that..."

Hongjoong chuckled and got closer to you, inspecting your body from head to toe.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, Seonghwa..."

Seonghwa rolled his hips against your ass, so you could feel his boner.

"Hmm, I am aren't I..."

You chuckled and decided to take the opportunity. You knew Seonghwa liked to relieve his stress with sex, and you owed him at least this much for helping you out.

"What's so funny, doll?" Seonghwa asked, curious about your chuckle.

"I was just thinking about all the times you called me a filthy whore, when you're the one practically begging to have a threesome with me and your best friend... Who's the whore now?" You teased, knowing you were pushing all the right buttons.

"Ooh, are you gonna let them talk to you like that."

Seonghwa chuckled as he gripped your throat.

"No, I'm not."

He turned you around and pushed your body against a wall, keeping you trapped by his own body.

"You know which buttons to push doll, maybe I'll reward you for that later. But now, you're going to take this cock in that pretty little hole of yours, and then you'll suck off Hongjoong. Wouldn't want him to feel left out, would we?" Seonghwa asked, with a devilish smirk.

"No sir, we would not." You replied, wearing the same smirk.

Seonghwa felt as if he was falling in love with you right there and then, he felt like he finally found the perfect match, but he could leave the sappy shit for later.

The man placed a short, but intense kiss to your lips before gripping your hair and guiding you to kneel in front of Hongjoong.

"Come on baby, show him what you can do, make me proud."

You smirked and looked up at Hongjoong, as you worked in taking off his suit pants. You slipped them off, along with his boxers, and his hard dick nearly slapped you in the face. It wasn't huge but damn was it pretty. You teased him a little, licking a long stripe, from the base to the tip, teasing the head with your tongue, causing him to groan.

"They always like this?"

"Yeah, they like to see me suffer, but it doesn't last long 'cause..." Seonghwa paused and knelt right beside you, pushing your head so Hongjoong's cock would be fully in your mouth "I'm impatient. But they like it rough."

Seonghwa sat on his desk, as he watched his best friend fuck your mouth, slowly. He pumped his cock to the same pace your head moved, and you'd soon start hearing small groans from both men.

"Shit, Y/N, on all fours."

You complied, pulling out of Hongjoong. He groaned at the cold air hitting his member, as he missed your mouth already. Seonghwa knelt behind you, and entered you very slowly. Hongjoong was about to put his dick back in your mouth, but your partner stopped him.

"Y/N, colour?"

"Green, very green."

Seonghwa smiled and slapped your ass lightly, then giving Hongjoong the green light to continue.

You had to hold off your orgasm a couple of times, as the feeling of both men filling you up and the sound of their needy moans was too much to handle.

"Do you wanna cum?" Seonghwa asked, figuring it out from how much you were clenching.

"I'm almost there baby, you can cum, cum for us."

A couple more thrusts and a spank from Seonghwa were all it took to take you over the edge. It didn't take both men much to 'cross the line' either, Hongjoong painting your face with his cum, and Seonghwa your ass. Their moans combined was something you secretly wanted to hear again.

Seonghwa picked you up, bridal style, and looked at you.

"Come on man, I wanted to kiss her." Seonghwa complained, as your lips were stained by Hongjoong's cum.

Hongjoong felt embarrassed, after coming down from the high he wasn't as confident as Seonghwa.

"Are you okay darling?" Your partner asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

You just nodded.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong helped clean you up and both got dressed.

"I guess you should go deal with the... situation."

You looked at Hongjoong with a confused face, as you zipped up your trousers.

"Situation?" You asked.

"Remember when I said I told him everything? I meant everything."

You widened your eyes once you realized what he meant.

"Seonghwa are you insane!?"

"Calm down Y/N, he's not snitching on anyone! Plus I needed to tell someone who was on my side. I was going insane with your friends constantly baying Mingi."

You sighed. You really couldn't be mad at him for it. You hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"You're right... I'm sorry I got you involved at all and thank you."

Seonghwa kissed the top of your head.

"It's fine, let's just get this over with so I can be with you."

Your bid goodbye to a (still) very embarrassed Hongjoong and left, so you could go back home and deal with the drama. You wished you could just take the car and run away, and live by yourselves until it all washed away, but it wasn't that simple. And it was about to get even more complicated.

When you got to the house and opened the door, a weeping Jongho stood over San's limp body.

"What!? What the fuck happened!?" Seonghwa asked as you and him rushed to check on San.

"I- I don't know! I left after you did" He said, hinting at Seonghwa "and when I came back Mingi wasn't here and San was on the ground. He's still breathing but I don't know what happened."

"What!? Why did you leave?" Seonghwa asked.

"Everyone was upset at Mingi for constantly behaving like a child and Jongho yelled at him and told him to stop expecting us to baby him and that he had to take responsibility for his actions, it got too much and Jongho had to leave for some air..." You explained.

"Responsibility for his actions?..." Seonghwa repeated to himself, trying to figure out what happened, and suddenly a sad idea popped into his head.

He ran into the garage, leaving you and Jongho confused, and holding San.

The man came back just as quickly, looking preoccupied and horrified.

"The body is gone."

[transsexualhamlet]

Moriarty the Patriot + The Final Problem

aka another unecessary essay from ya boy on how yuumori, instead of taking away from the original text, adds meaning and depth to it

So I finally got around to reading the final problem after wading through all the memoirs of sherlock holmes and yes, I am in fact reading these because of yuumori. I wanted to see how it was portrayed, what the differences and influences from the original source were. I did end up getting incredibly attached to the original series too, so yeah... I'm glad to report that the original and adaption get along well.

And yeah, I have a lot of thoughts, most of them being just me generally praising yuumori. I think it was straight up genius how they pulled so much content from... well, frankly. The Final Problem was a 15 page short story tossed off by Doyle in order to have an excuse to be done with sherlock holmes, told from the perspective of someone who wasn't even there. And yuumori still managed to make it generally very accurate and complementary to the original, while still being, uhhhhh really fucking different, let's say that.

Read more because again, long essay

Just my observations on the final problem itself is that it is so underdeveloped and told from an outsider perspective. Because of that, so many questions go unanswered, and the reader gets a sense that they are only witnessing a very small part of what actually happened. Sherlock can't afford to go into detail on what Moriarty was even involved in, Watson isn't privy to what's honestly even happening most of the time, and Moriarty just... has this extensive network of organized crime that just isn't even talked about other than Trust Me It's Bad Bro. We don't know Moriarty's intentions, most of who he is, and more questions are honestly brought up than answered within the story. Sherlock knows, oh that's for sure, Sherlock knows what's going on and he has no fucking time to tell Watson. You get a sense that Watson himself isn't even telling all that went down.

So yeah, I can see where there's so much room to expand upon here, not even to change things or make it different because it would be cool, but there's so much that could be happening just within the realm of plausible deniability in the canon.

And I think that it's amazing how Yuumori chose to market itself that way- not as an adaption or reimagining- but that this was in fact the Real story, with Doyle's final problem being... honestly a bit of a cover up, a purposeful misrepresentation of a small slice of the full story. It lends itself completely to that, and I think that's amazing.

(One thing I do find funny is that in Yuumori the story "the final problem" is depicted as a full novella that could be published on its own... man it's not nearly long enough for that but I find it funny in any way)

Of course, there are elements of yuumori that are yknow, simply not realistically something that could have happened, but most of the story is actually within that range of plausible deniability since the canon is so vague and sparse. And since they state that things were changed on purpose to protect people and the moriarty plan, it basically covers that all as simply The Truth. It's well done, and very interesting, especially with the new anime ending taking them to Reichenbach itself.

Like, yuumori didn't even truly change the appearances of the characters, from the descriptions. (we're not counting the illustrations lol) like, Sherlock was never stated (as far as I can tell) to have a specific hair or eye color, hairstyle or such.... he was described as tall, thin, eccentric, messy, with like... long fingers and stuff. Man, yuumori did not go against that. With Moriarty it's different, though he was also reportedly Tall and Thin and Built Like A Yaoi Protag for some goddamn reason, he... you know, has these weird and unattractive features as well, which... in the context of Watson trying to portray Moriarty as unmitigated evil in order to protect the plan, were in this situation made up specifically to further the idea that he was just that.

Because of this situation, the Moriarty that is portrayed as yeah, a smart guy and a threat but seriously just A Bad Dude who seems to have no particular reason behind his actions save being A Bad Dude actually make more sense as a cover up behind a more dangerous secret of him having Real Feelings than the only stated reason being "he inherited being evil from his family". (like... watson, really?)

It explains the vagueness and the events and the weird connection between those two better than the original does, and that's really cool to me.

On their own, without yuumori to back me up on these things, reading this would have left me confused and depressed. But as a half truth immortalized as the real story, you get so much more out of it.

Especially these certain scenes:

When Moriarty just pops into Sherlock's house and they proceed to have a basically wordless conversation amounting to

"you know why I'm here" "you know how I'm going to respond" "well then" "here's date and time of our mutual destruction" "thanks I'll be there" "well I'll be off nice knowing you" "wow it sucks that we're enemies he's such a civil guy"

It just really adds something to that, don't you think?

And the subject of their fall itself, simply the fact that Watson wasn't even there. No one witnessed it. No one found even Moriarty's body. No one found evidence of anything at all.

All Watson could say was that Sherlock and Moriarty had gone up to the mountain together, Moriarty told Sherlock of his plans, let Sherlock write and leave a letter to Watson, and that they never came back down. So he came to the conclusion that they must have fought and both fallen off.... like, holding each other. Not really sure how they reached that conclusion, to be honest.

It doesn't even make sense, exactly told how it is. If Moriarty wanted to kill sherlock and survive, he would have just... brought a fucking gun. Or just pushed him off on the way up. As soon as he got him alone just fucking stab the man. It would have been that easy, but no, he had a whole ass convo with the man, they went up civilly side by side, and they stayed on the cliff a long time while Sherlock wrote that letter. Even then, Sherlock could have just waited to catch Moriarty off guard and pushed him off. But he didn't.

Why would they even have fought, if it was so scheduled? You telling me to believe that after this letter was written and moriarty stood there watching him sipping tea or whatever he was suddenly like "ok im ready to fight now", knowing they would both probably die, and if they were genuinely trying to kill each other and survive, that would even make sense?

Of course, these problems in the original stem just from Doyle no longer giving a shit and slapping this together after losing motivation for sherlock, he was obviously, not hinting at some great conspiracy in the slightest.

But damn, Yuumori really does change that all for you, huh. It adds a whole new layer of context to it. And I like it a lot, I like what they've done on their own, I like what they've done for the original stories, and I especially like what they've done telling the "real story" of this short, vague, mystery that otherwise leaves you feeling unsatisfied and confused.