#neither of those things help anyone babe

[sodacowboy]

nah you don’t get to doompost about the state of the world when all I ever see you do is go to work and fuck around at various events

[mononijikayu]

is it new years yet? — nanami kento.

"Apparently, we're #RelationshipGoals now." "Some of them really think I write poetry about you during my lunch breaks, too. Not inaccurate, of course. But the thoughts I have of you are different." “My darling, behave.” “No <3” ".......In any case, my darling…..this one says I’m lucky to have you. Can’t argue with that."

GENRE: alternate universe - no curses au!;

WARNING/S: afab! reader, secret coworker romance, co-workers to lovers, romance, fluff, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, kissing, making out, rough sex, fingering, creampie, p to v sex, stairwell sex, orgasm, humor, profanity, pet names (my darling, babe, etc), possessiveness, jealousy, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, actor! nanami kento, actor! reader;

WORD COUNT: 6k words.

NOTE: hello everyone, this is the first fic of 2025!!! this was specifically written because of a conversation between me and @midnight-138 on the afternoon of december 31st 2024. i started progress while on a bus on the way to my grandma's house and for a bit on the 1st. i still wanted to write more for it, but i had to stop because i caught a cold. i still have a cold. and i need a massage cause i feel my body hurt real bad, cause its working hard to save my life from this cold TT TT

but that being said, i shouldn't complain too much. good things have been happening to me despite my problems. i hope that good things continue to come!!! anyway, enough yapping, i hope you enjoy this little fic. happy 2025!!! may good things, good health and happiness come your way always this year!!!

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IT WAS ALWAYS LIKE THIS WHEN YOU AND KENTO GET TOGETHER. But it was to be expected, since you graced the screens since you were a child. Nanami Kento was like that too. Of course, it wasn’t something of a brag at all. It was just your normal.

You were lucky, you were favored like that. Kento was favored just like that. Both of you were so beloved. And especially so, in a way that they end up hoping that you both were together. 

Ever since you worked with him on Jujutsu Kaisen all those years ago, it was just too strong — the chemistry between the two of you. It pulls people in for more. They wanted a story, they wanted something that could ease their days from the mundane boredom that it was to the fun, exhilarating excitement that comes with the tea in both of your private lives.

You didn’t mind, your company didn’t mind either. Neither did Kento or his side of the aisle. It helped that you were both good friends. You had met even before landing your roles on Jujutsu Kaisen, after all. So, the ‘will they, won’t they’ between the two of you really did help your careers.

But of course, just like in Gege–sensei’s scripts, some parts are sentences with too many blank pages. And the wholeness of your relationship with Nanami Kento truly only belonged to you and him. And you were not willing to expose it to the world. Not just yet.

Yet — this does not stop them from trying to do something about that.

The studio buzzed with activity as you adjusted the earpiece in your ear, stealing a quick glance at the veteran actor, singer, producer, writer and entertainment personality that is Nanami Kento.

He stood near the stage, his posture relaxed yet impossibly refined. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his tie a subtle but elegant shade of deep blue,everything about him just exuded a quiet confidence that made it hard for anyone to look away. 

You, however, knew better than to let your gaze linger too long. You knew too well that those are reserved for just him and you to interpret and to see. No one else should. You were as possessive about your private moments as he was. But you would never say that outloud and neither will he.

“Can you believe these two again?” a stagehand whispered slowly, behind you. It was still, of course, loud enough for you to hear. “It’s like they were made for this. If they don’t end up together after tonight, I’ll lose faith in love. Really!”

You bit back a laugh, focusing on your notes. No one knew the truth, after all. That you and Kento were already together had been for a while now. Not even your publicists or managers — hell, not even your entertainment companies, knew that this was for genuine actuality, a real thing now. But you and him liked it that way.

You had let your fans go wild with their theories over the years of course. Every post, every comment, every little interaction, every collaboration, every press tour — almost everything seemed to spark a new wave of speculation and fan shipping. 

For years now, the internet was rife with hashtags like #OurSecretLovers and #MrAndMrsNanami with fans pouring over every detail like it's an investigatory report they were doing, a documentary study. You had to admit, it was amusing at times, watching people try to connect dots they couldn’t see. 

Nanami Kento had a reputation for being rather serious, because he gets roles in that league often. But he was a silly little man, well your silly little man. And he often had the knack for finding the most random, yet oddly endearing, posts about the two of you on Twitter. During your five-minute breaks between shoots, when you were in separate rooms or on different sets, his messages would pop up on your phone, accompanied by a link and a deadpan caption.

"Apparently, we're #RelationshipGoals now."

"Some of them really think I write poetry about you during my lunch breaks, too. Not inaccurate, of course. But the thoughts I have of you are different."

“My darling, behave.”

“No <3”

".......In any case, my darling…..this one says I’m lucky to have you. Can’t argue with that."

You’d giggle to yourself, your shoulders shaking as you tried not to draw attention. It didn’t matter how serious the production you were working on either. He had a way of making you laugh even from miles away. And that relaxes you a lot.

When it was your turn, you’d send him TikToks. Fancam edits of the two of you together had exploded in popularity as of late, especially since you both played a married couple who were spies deceiving each other recently. People thought he looked so good, especially when he had his shirt off. You loved teasing him about it. After all, he was really pretty hot in those scenes. And if you were being honest, they did in fact rile you up.

"Look at us, babe." you texted once, attaching a video with dramatic lighting, a love song playing over clips of you two stolen from interviews and behind-the-scenes footage. "We’re icons."

His reply came almost immediately: "Icons, sure. But I’m just a guy who got lucky enough to be yours, you know?"

Those words made your heart swell every time. He’d always been effortlessly humble, never letting fame or admiration inflate his ego, even as his star rose. After all, you were the senpai here—the darling of the Japanese screen since childhood. 

You’d grown up in the industry, your name synonymous with household stardom. He, on the other hand, had been a late bloomer, starting as a teenager and building his career with quiet determination.

He never let the difference in your status get in the way, though. If anything, it only made him more in awe of you. He’d often remind you how much he admired your grace, how you’d navigated the pressures of fame with a poise that still left him speechless.

“You’ve been dazzling audiences since you were a kid.” he’d say, his voice warm with pride. “I’m just lucky to share the screen with you now and your life.”

And you’d roll your eyes playfully, nudging him with a smile. “Don’t sell yourself short, Kento. You’re a fan favorite for a reason.”

“Maybe.” he replied with a soft smirk. “But you’re my favorite. And that’s what matters.”

No matter how busy your schedules got, those small exchanges, be it a funny link or a sentimental text, every bit of this kept you connected. It reminded you both that beneath the glitz and glamour, what truly mattered was the quiet, enduring love you shared.

You were out of your bubble soon enough when Kento suddenly caught your eye from across the room, offering a small, reassuring smile and then a small gentle nod. You felt your cheeks turn red but lowered your head immediately before anyone was to notice. He was too good at making you feel like this. And certainly so, he was hiding his smirk under his cue cards.

“Alright, places, everyone!” the director called.

You finally stood up from your chair, taking a deep breath and calmed down. You gave yourself one more look in the mirror, trying to make sure that your cheeks were natural now. When you felt like it was, you smiled at your manager who handed you the mic and swiftly thanked them. You went to your position. Kento soon approached, his footsteps purposeful but unhurried. 

“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and calm.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.” you replied, flashing him a smile.

You were grateful for the reassurance. Even if you were already such a big name, you still did get nervous. And even more so, with such a big show like this — the New Year Countdown, of course you could feel yourself slipping.

The two of you took your positions on stage as the lights dimmed and the opening music swelled. His fingers brushed against yours briefly as he fixed himself up, your pinkies touching. Even briefly, you could feel the warmth. He did that on purpose. You could see it in his caramel eyes. 

You let a brief smile echo on your lips. You gathered yourself as the lift came up slowly. When you both were in the sight of the gathered audiences and the cameras started to broadcast it all live, you both slipped effortlessly into your roles. After all, you both were professionals.

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to this year’s New Year’s Eve Countdown!” you began, your voice bright and enthusiastic.

“Thank you for joining us as we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new.” Kento added, his tone smooth and polished.

Your banter flowed naturally, as always. That well beloved chemistry between you is still ever so undeniable. It was easy to fall into a rhythm with him; he was your partner in every sense of the word. And that made your job tonight a little bit easier.

But of course, the real challenge was hiding the little moments that threatened to give you away that bit you kept so dear to you. You just can't help it when it comes to him. He has such a powerful pull on you and he knows it.

There were those little lingering glances, watching and feeling the way his fingers brushed yours when you handed him a card, the subtle softness in his smile when he looked at you. After all, this is the longest you could be together in your very busy schedules this year.

Still, you kept yourself in that cage. And so did he, despite his lack of patience when it comes to you and everything about you. As the night progressed, the energy in the studio grew electric.

Various music performances lit up the stage, and interviews with special guests kept the crowd engaged. Throughout it all, you and Kento remained the perfect duo—professional, poised, and completely in sync.

After nearly a few hours of composure, it came almost all too suddenly. In just a few moments, the final countdown approached, and the excitement was palpable. The two of you stood at the center of the stage, along with the other participants for this year’s event. In front of you, the crowd behind you cheering wildly, waiting excitedly for the new year.

“Here we go!” you said, your voice barely audible over the noise.

Kento leaned in slightly, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You’re doing great, darling..”

Your heart fluttered, but you kept your composure. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, babe.”

The countdown soon began.

You took a breath, looking at the screen.

You held your cue cards tightly to you.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

The lights soon dimmed, and the giant screen behind you displayed the numbers as they ticked down. The crowd’s voices grew louder with each second. The emotions coming through you were indescribable. Another year had gone by. But he was still by your side, like this. And all you could pray for as the time passed into a new age — that you would always be together.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

Confetti soon rained down, and the studio erupted in cheers. You turned toward Kento, and for a fleeting moment, the world around you disappeared. The look in his caramel eyes was unmistakable—warm, tender, and filled with a quiet pride that made your chest tighten.

But just as quickly, the moment passed, and you both turned back to the crowd, waving and smiling as the cameras captured every angle. People of course started to pay less attention to you both and the stage and more onto the fireworks now blurring the sky with its bright hues. You and Kento made a steady exit off the stage. 

“Another successful project, isn’t it?” you said, breaking the silence as you leaned against the wall.

Kento smirked faintly, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to loosen his tie. “They’ll be talking about this for weeks, you know?”

“And shipping us even harder, hm.” you added with a laugh.

“They’ll never know, though.” he said, his voice soft but steady.

You stepped closer, your hand finding his. His fingers intertwined with yours, the simple gesture grounding you in a way nothing else could. “They don’t need to, babe.” you whispered, meeting his gaze. “This is ours.”

Kento’s lips curved into the faintest smile as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Happy New Year, my darling.”

“Happy New Year.” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You had thought it would end there, sweet and innocent. You had thought you both were safe for one more year. But when you two are together after a long time…..it was a whole new animal. And nothing can stop such a wave in high tide from occupying something whole. 

The next tithing you know is that the internet exploded the moment the photos dropped. Headlines blared across every platform, hashtags like #FINALLYOMG and #NewYearNewScandal trending within minutes after they were taken.

The pictures were pretty damning. They were blurry but unmistakably you, disheveled and wrapped in Nanami’s coat, your hair a mess. And him? A rare sight indeed.

It was none other than Nanami Kento, usually the epitome of composure, looking uncharacteristically undone. His tie was loose, his shirt wrinkled, and the telltale bruises blooming on his neck left little to the imagination.

You groaned, tossing your phone onto the coffee table as you buried your face in your hands. Beside you, Kento sat unbothered, calmly sipping his tea like the world wasn’t on fire—or at least your career’s PR team.

“I told you we should’ve been more careful, babe.” you muttered, your voice muffled by your palms.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quivering into a teasing smile. “You were the one who couldn’t wait with it, y'know?” he replied smoothly, setting his cup down with an elegant clink.

His tone was infuriatingly calm, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. “Who was it again, begging me to fill you up? By round two, you were going—‘Kento, I need you. Right here. Right now.’ and I was happy to heed the request like always.”

Your scarlet blush was immediate, your head snapping up to glare at him. “Kento!” you hissed, glancing around the living room as if someone could overhear, even though it was just the two of you. “Not helping!”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with the air of a man thoroughly enjoying himself. “I’m just stating the facts about, I'm the same.” he said with a shrug, his smirk widening as you shot him another flustered look. "That's not a bad thing."

Your phone buzzed again on the table, your manager’s name flashing on the screen. You sighed, picking it up only to immediately huff and toss it back down. “This is really…” you trailed off, searching for the right word but settling on a frustrated groan instead.

“Chaotic? Consequential? Hilarious?” Kento offered, his voice laced with mock innocence.

You shot him a glare that was far more affectionate than threatening. “Horrible. That’s the word. This is horrible.”

He chuckled, reaching over to rest a comforting hand on your knee. “Darling, it’s not the end of the world. Scandal or not, we’ll deal with it.”

“Easy for you to say.” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “Your team probably thinks this is great publicity for your brooding, mysterious heartthrob image. Meanwhile, I’m the one getting texts about how unprofessional it looks for ‘Japan’s sweetheart’ to be caught sneaking around with hickeys and wearing her boyfriend’s coat.”

“Unprofessional?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “It’s not like we committed a crime. We’re adults in a committed relationship. And in any case my darling....….” he added, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “You look adorable in my coat.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me. Very much." he quipped, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from your lips.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest, instead letting your head fall onto his shoulder with a sigh. “Next time, though….really.....” you muttered. “We’re finding a stairwell without photographer cameras.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Noted.”

As you leaned against your lover, the memory hit you both like a freight train, vivid and unrelenting. It had started innocently enough—or as innocently as it could between the two of you. The countdown show had gone off without a hitch, and the studio was still buzzing with post-show chaos. 

You both talked for a bit, had a cute moment and then went back to your professional mode when everyone started to surround you both again. It was like a switch, and it was easy. No one suspected a thing.

You went ahead into the dressing room, you talked with everyone. You’d been polite and professional, thanking the crew and chatting with some of the guests. But the moment Nanami Kento had caught your eye as you left the green room, something in his caramel gaze had made your pulse quicken.

You hadn’t seen him in weeks. Between his packed schedule and yours, the countdown project had been the only excuse to be in the same room together. The public facade you maintained only added to the frustration. Every fleeting touch, every shared look—it all built up, an unbearable tension neither of you could ignore.

So, when he’d quietly grabbed your hand and guided you down a quiet, rarely-used stairwell in the building when no one was looking, you hadn’t protested. You were excited, happy even. This was the chance to feel him again this close to you. 

And you were glad for that opportunity. You could feel his touch be so genuine and warm despite the heavy chill in the air, and the firm grip of his fingers around yours sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“Darling, I missed you, really.” he murmured as soon as you were alone.

His voice low and rough, filled with a longing that made your knees weak. His hands cupped your face with a reverence that always left you breathless, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek as he leaned in. The kiss was searing, his lips melding with yours as though it had been an eternity since your last stolen moment together.

The cold winter air bit at your exposed skin, but his touch set you alight. His coat had slipped from his shoulders in a quiet, unspoken gesture, draped over yours as his lips moved to your neck. The kisses were hot, open-mouthed, and deliberate, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin before his teeth grazed your pulse.

“Kento, babe….” you gasped, your voice trembling from a mix of the frigid air and the heat of his attention. Your fingers clutched the lapels of his suit, trying to ground yourself against the onslaught of sensations.

“Shh, just enjoy it......” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. 

His hands slid down your sides, firm but gentle as they gripped your thighs. Without hesitation, he lifted you effortlessly, pressing your back against the wall. The rough texture scraped against your coat, but you barely noticed, too focused on the way his body pressed into yours.

His strength always caught you off guard, even after all this time together. Your eager legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open as he stepped between them, his body fitting against yours like a missing piece.

“Babe!” you breathed again, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He kissed you like a man starved, his lips leaving your neck to reclaim your mouth. The intensity of it stole the air from your lungs, leaving you dizzy and clinging to him. He was hungry, perhaps even more than you were. But you had expected that. He has a habit of yearning to touch you a lot.

“I hate not being able to touch you, with all the schedules we fucking had.” he muttered against your skin, the words tinged with frustration and longing. “Hated every fucking minute of it……”

You tangled your fingers in his hair, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you tugged him closer. “Then don’t stop, babe.” you whispered, the plea soft but desperate. “Cause….I need you badly too. I need you so bad in me—”

He growled softly, the sound rumbling against your throat as his touch shifted. One hand remained steady on your thigh, holding you firmly in place, while the other slid beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers were deliberate, pushing aside the delicate lace of your panties with practiced ease.

When his fingers slipped through your slick folds, a gasp escaped your lips, your head falling back against the wall. He groaned softly, the sound low and satisfied as he gathered your arousal, his touch teasing and unhurried.

“You’re already so ready for me, aren’t you, my darling?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his fingers moved with precision, finding the spot that made you arch into him.

The cold air around you was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, the quiet of the stairwell broken only by your uneven breaths and his whispered praises. It was reckless, indulgent, and utterly intoxicating—just like him.

“Kento, babe….oh!” you whimpered, your voice trembling as his fingers continued their unrelenting rhythm. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as waves of pleasure began to build within you.

“Shh, darling.” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear before trailing back to your neck. His voice was low and soothing, laced with a quiet intensity that only made your pulse race faster. “You’ll have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nodded frantically, biting your lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape as he added a second finger. The stretch was delicious, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing you higher with every stroke. His thumb brushed over your sensitive bud, and your thighs instinctively clenched around his waist.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. “That’s my good little lover, hm? My only beloved darling.” he murmured, his praise sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. “So perfect for me.”

Your fingers slid up into his messy blond hair, tugging gently as your body arched against him. The rough texture of the wall behind you was a sharp contrast to the soft warmth of his touch, grounding you as he pushed you closer to the edge.

“Kento, please, b–babe….oh!” you breathed, the words barely audible as your head tilted back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. “M–more…..more!”

He hummed in response, the sound vibrating against your skin. “So impatient, aren’t you? Greedy too.” he teased, though his fingers quickened their pace, curling just right to hit the spot that made your breath hitch. “I missed seeing you like this, so needy for me.”

The heat pooling in your core intensified, your body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “I’m—” you began, but the words dissolved into a strangled gasp as he pressed his thumb harder against your sensitive nub.

“That’s it, pretty for me, so fucking pretty." He says, coaxing you like a pied piper. His voice was low and intoxicating. Everything about it just burns you as much as his touch did. "I’ve got you. Always.”

With one final stroke, the beautiful echo, that blossoming coil inside you just snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body tensed, your thighs tightening around his waist as you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the cry that escaped your lips.

He held you through it, his fingers slowing their movements as your body shook with aftershocks. His other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, his lips pressing soothing kisses against your temple.

When you finally relaxed, your breaths coming in shallow gasps, he pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were soft, his gaze filled with a mixture of adoration and satisfaction that made your chest tighten.

“Better?” he asked, his tone light but tinged with affection.

You nodded, still too dazed to form words. He chuckled, adjusting his hold on you as he gently set you back on your feet. Your legs wobbled like jello against him, and he immediately steadied you, his hands firm but gentle on your waist.

“Careful, darling.” he murmured, his brow furrowing in concern. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, babe.” you managed, your voice breathless but steady. “More than fine.”

His lips quivered into a soft smile, and he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good.”

As the reality of your surroundings sank back in, you couldn’t help but glance around, the abandoned stairwell suddenly feeling far less private. “We should… probably get back, babe.” you said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “It’s getting pretty late.”

He followed your gaze, his expression calm and unbothered. “Let them wonder where we went.” he said simply, shrugging off the concern as he adjusted his coat around your shoulders. "It's none of their business."

You opened your mouth to protest, but the mischievous glint in his eyes stopped you cold. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “After all… I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, he was guiding you gently back against the wall. His lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, igniting the fire he’d only begun to stoke. His hands trailed down your sides, their warmth chasing away the chill of the stairwell as he pressed his body firmly against yours.

“Kento, babe.” you murmured, a weak attempt to regain your composure, but he silenced you with a kiss that left no room for argument. 

“I missed you, a damn whole lot.” he said, his voice low and filled with longing as his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly once more. "Like I always do."

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your heart pounding as the desire you’d both tried to suppress flared back to life. He pressed against you, the hardness of his arousal undeniable even through the fabric of his pants. The teasing grind of his hips against yours drew a gasp from your lips, and he smirked, his composure slipping just enough to show his need.

"Really....." Kento effortlessly whispered to you, his voice vibrating onto you like a wave crashing onto you at sea. "We shouldn't schedule much this New Year, hm? So we can be together."

"Hm.....Kento." You echo back to him, intoxicated by his touch. "'ake time....for me, okay? I'll.....I'll do the same."

“That's the plan already, you know?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he shifted, his hands tugging at the barriers between you. “Let me take care of you, like I always do.”

Soon after that, you could feel the wet, thick head of his member pressed against your entrance, the heat and pressure stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped as he began to push in slowly, his movements deliberate, almost reverent.

It was too good, too damn easy to fall into a high to. You could feel the stretch inside of you, it made you so full. Everything about it was intoxicating, your body yielding to him as he filled you inch by inch, your walls clinging to every part of him like he was made to fit. 

It was like he was trying to make a home inside of it. Inside of you. And it just made you feel so good. A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he buried himself deeper.

“Darling.” he muttered, his voice strained and low. “You feel so perfect.”

You whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support as your body adjusted to the delicious fullness. The sensation was overwhelming, the slight ache quickly giving way to a heat that spread through your entire body.

“Kento.” you breathed, the sound a mix of plea and surrender.

His large hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pulled back slightly before thrusting forward again, the motion slow but unyielding. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, and the friction only made you crave more.

“God, this is so…..you feel so good.” he groaned, his voice rough and filled with need. “You’re so tight. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go slow like this with you.”

“Don’t, babe.” you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”

His carmel eyes darkened almost instantly at your words, a flicker of something primal overtaking his usual control. With a growl, he began to move in earnest, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your bodies meeting echoed in the stairwell, a symphony of shared desire that neither of you could hold back.

The rough texture of the wall behind you only heightened the sensation, grounding you as he took you apart piece by piece. You could feel your back burn against the concrete wall as you throw your head back against it. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his body claimed yours.

“Darling, my pretty baby darling.” he murmured against your lips, his voice ragged and desperate. “You’re mine. Always mine.”

“Yes, babe. Yours….O–oh…only! Only yours!” you managed to gasp, your head tilting back as he kissed along your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. 

The coil in your core once more tightens with every spark you feel as he pushes deeper over and over in a fast pace. Everything about the pleasure you feel keeps building to an almost unbearable peak. It just felt too good. He felt too good.

His pace quickened, his breaths coming in harsh pants as his control began to slip. One hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your sensitive nub and rubbing it in quick, precise circles.

You cried out, your body arching into him as the tension finally snapped. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching tightly around him as your release tore through you.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m close!” he groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With one final, deep thrust, he shuddered against you, his body going taut as he spilled himself inside you.

For a moment, the only sound was your shared, labored breathing, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a cocoon. His forehead rested against yours, his hands gentle as they smoothed over your thighs and waist, grounding you both.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern despite the lingering haze of pleasure in his eyes.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “More than okay.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently setting you back on your feet. His hands remained steady on your waist, holding you as your legs wobbled beneath you. You leaned into him, your breath uneven, your body still humming from the intensity of what had just transpired.

But that wasn’t the end of it, of course. 

The hunger in his eyes hadn’t faded, and neither had yours. The raw desire that simmered between you was far from sated, and you both knew it. Kento’s hands lingered, his thumbs brushing soft, teasing circles against your hips as he studied your flushed face. 

“I just think that I…..” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “I still want more.”

You barely had time to process his words before your lover’s lips were on yours again, roughly consuming you in a kiss that was as demanding as it was all encompassing. Your hands quickly found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Your body instinctively responds to the magnetic pull of his, over and over.

“We shouldn’t…” you whispered between kisses, though your voice lacked conviction. “It’s going to make people suspicious.”

“Probably not.” he agreed, his smirk returning as his hands slipped under the hem of your dress, trailing up your thighs. “But repercussions are damned when we’re hungry. I can’t stop. I know you won’t too..”

The wall pressed against your back once more as he claimed you all over again, the cool stairwell air doing nothing to cool the fire that raged between you. It was reckless, but neither of you cared. Not here, not now. Hunger demanded to be fed, and with Nanami Kento, you were always insatiable.

After a while, you were both removed from the plane of normalcy and you were both panting with joyous weariness. He presses a kiss against your jaw as you keep a steady bite on his neck. He grumbles against you as he gathers himself from seeing stars. You follow him soon after. You released his neck and started kissing his lips once more. 

When you both found yourself satisfied, you both started to make yourselves as presentable as possible. Well, at least what remains presentable and salvageable for both of you. Kento ripped too much of your outfit as much as you did. Still, you both did not care. 

“We should get you cleaned up.” he murmured, his tone tender as he placed his coat on your shoulders and adjusted it tenderly on you, to keep you warm. “I’ll call my car and then we’ll just hop in there. We’ll go to my hotel, okay?”

You nodded again, your cheeks flushing as the reality of your surroundings began to sink in. But as he laced his fingers with yours and led you back toward the main building, you couldn’t help but feel a warm glow of contentment.

Of course, things too did not go the way you both wanted once again. You didn’t know that there were many SNS photographers  and gossip journalists waiting to catch some other celebrity in that area where Kento’s car was going to be. And that’s just how you were caught, not thinking about the logistics of it all. 

But how could you? It was New Years. 

You just got mindlessly blown with really, really, really good sex.

And you were together once again with your lover.

How could you think about anything else after all that? 

Now, back in the present, the two of you sat in the quiet of your shared apartment. Nanami Kento’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your frazzled nerves. You sighed, looking up to your lover who presses a kiss on your forehead.

“You know this is going to be everywhere, babe.” you said, gesturing toward your phone.

He set his tea down and leaned back, regarding you with a look of quiet amusement. “Let them talk, darling. It was bound to happen eventually.”

You groaned. “Eventually I didn't need to include hickeys and a ruined coat. And oh god….. was I leaking your cum?” 

You took your phone once again to inspect, but your lover took your phone with his free hand and put it away. You looked at him, almost sulky as one would look as a child. He laughs. He presses another kiss on your hair. Kento couldn’t help but smirk. Both acts had made your heart skip a beat. 

“You look good in my coat though. I could hardly care if my cum was dripping out, darling.” he said simply. “I’m pretty sure I look just as ridiculous. You mauled my neck so happily after that first round.”

“You  do look like you’ve been ravaged.” you shot back, though your cheeks burned at the memory. “I mean, it made sense at the time….I was hungry.”

“Hm, I don’t blame you.”

You sighed. “We’ll contact our PR and everyone later, okay?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Hm.”  he said softly, his voice filled with the steady reassurance you’d always loved about him. “We’ll be fine, okay? I don’t care as long as I am with you.”

You sighed, leaning into his warm touch. “I guess the secret’s out, huh?”

He nodded, his gaze warm. “I don’t mind. As long as we're happy together, I say let them say whatever they want.”

You blinked at him. “You think so?”

“Hm.” He smiles at you. “Because no one will truly know who you are to me. That’s only mine. They’ll have a headline, but I’ll have the whole spreadsheet.”

You feel like your heart is melting with his tenderness. “I love you. So so much.”

“I love you too.” He kisses your lips, smiling wider at you.

And just like that, the storm outside felt a little less overwhelming.

[10thmusemoon]

Rotating yueyuan where the light bulb goes off In SY’s brain first and he’s like, “wait DO you have feelings for yqy??”

SJ, being himself, immediately denies it in the most insulting way possible. To which SY’s response is to be pissed on YQY’s behalf and defend him until SJ snipes “sounds like YOU’RE the one with a crush.”

Hahaha what a gotcha moment!! Shen on Shen petty violence ensues!!

Except….this little argument is what has SY’s self reflection system booting up.

YQY is a reasonably handsome and nice guy! There’s no reason he should be single! Even he, a certified straight man, has noticed how certain fabrics cling to YQY’s form or the way he bites his lips when concentrating. Objectively! He’s a hot man! The kind that anyone would have wet dreams about at least once during a formative point in their lives! SY sure did!

But does that mean he likes YQY Like That? It doesn’t! It shouldn’t!

Except, well, shouldn’t someone? But no…thinking about yqy with someone else doesn’t quite sit right either. It would make the most sense for it to be SJ, after all he was YQY’s friend first. But after their mysterious little friend break up that neither seems too keen to talk about, and might not even be That Serious since yqy still helps SJ when called, it’s highly unlikely to be a thing. Which, rude! YQY is a dependable guy! Even if SJ is ‘mad’ at him, it’s normal to feel some affectionate for a guy like that!! Right??

Maybe he asks LQG about it, phrases it some kind of way that sounds like he’s asking if it’s normal to crush on an older male friend.

Lqg, who has crushed on yqy, sy, and now reluctantly LBH to the point that he possibly believes it to be a normal stage of friendship. “Yeah, doesn’t everyone?”

He rephrases the question again, thinking LQG didn’t hear the “male friend” part and gives up when the answer doesn’t change.

If he goes to airplane about it, SQH would be mean mugging from across the table, muttering something about how the heavens give everything to those least deserving. SY is pretty, rich, and has a line of hot babes trying to dick him down. The last thing SQH wants to do is make life easier on him. Suffering builds character.

“Idk bro, go ask Binghe, or better yet, Shen Jiu.”

Binghe is all on board, enthusiastically agreeing that yes it is SO normal to develop feelings for an older brother figure, perhaps even someone seen as a mentor. It DEFINITELY WOULDNT BE WEIRD for those feelings to be reciprocated, and they wouldn’t know until some one makes the first move, RIGHT!??

Binghe is practically crawling into his lap with how excited he is about this, it’s all very cute and actually makes SY feel a little better about the whole thing. Luo Binghe is leagues smarter than SQH and better at reading people than LQG. If a normal, hot blooded, young man like him seems to think this, then it must be true.

He gives binghe a head pat and delivers the final blow, “well if binghe seems to think so, maybe there’s something to it after all. I’ll let you know what he says after I confess.”

LBH’s inconsolable wailing is heard from down the street.

I think SY would try to check in with SJ one last time, just to be sure.

“You really don’t want to be with Qi-ge like that?”

“Stop calling him that,” SJ uses finger quotes derisively, “like that? What are you, a child?”

Without missing a beat, SJ goes back to the heavy book in his lap, pointedly turning a page. “Of course not, who would?”

A pause.

“Me.”

Somehow, SY doesn’t hear the kill bill sirens suddenly going off. He does, fortunately, dodge the book.

[finelinevogue]

always

summary - you and harry finally say those three words

pairing - actress!reader x harry

word count - ~1.5k

💐🌷☀️💗 💐🌷☀️💗 💐🌷☀️💗 💐🌷☀️💗

It was the Oscar’s after party at Vanity Fair and you were a little tipsy.

A happy drunk, some may say.

Just tipsy enough to be able to giggle at everything, but to also still have your entire wits about you. Your boyfriend on your arm was exactly the same. It was lucky neither of you were the designated driver.

“It was nice seeing you!” You politely waved off two people you would not mind never seeing again.

After they were gone, Harry clearly had the same opinion as you.

“Knobheads.” He muttered close to your ear, so no one with a camera could even pick up what he was saying.

“That’s Hollywood, my love.”

“Yeah, but they could have been slightly more discreet about only liking your recent film because you were topless for a small scene.” He huffed.

You looked up at him, filtering out every other star-studded celebrity in the room.

“They were two white old men, what did you expect?”

“Some respect.”

“At least I’ll always have you for that.” You cupped his cheek and his frown melted away. The soft touch of your skin against his was enough to coax back the smile that had been missing on his face.

Harry continued to look at you as you looked at him.

You couldn’t help but give off a blush and a nervous smile as you watched his gaze upon yours. “What?”

“Nothing,” He tried to bite back a ridiculous grin, “Just like that word.”

“What word?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Always.”

You thought back to what you’d just said and you ducked your head to hide the nervous smile widen, docking your forehead onto his chest.

You felt Harry’s chest rise and fall with a chuckle and you wrapped your arms around him to conceal all that happiness between just you two.

It was moments like this when you wanted to lean up and whisper those three words. The three words that apparently change everything. You’d never spoken them to anyone, like this, before so it was difficult to know how to even say them.

You were certain of one thing though. Even though you’d only been together for less than half a year, you’d never felt like this for anyone before. And sometimes you felt like Harry was the same.

You were certain that you loved Harry.

It was only a matter of how to tell him.

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

An hour later and you found yourself at the front of the photo booth queue.

Harry had been doing his rounds, saying hello to friendly faces such as Billie and Florence.

You had done your rounds, as well as take non-negotiable photos with your cast mates for one final hurrah.

Even though your movie hadn’t swept at the Oscar’s this year, you were just happy to have been a part of it. Creating movies and bringing stories to life is more than you could ever have dreamed of. Plus, you always had Harry’s hand to hold through it all now - which made it easier.

Harry was in fact holding your hand now.

As Barry and Sabrina walked out of the booth, lipstick smudged all over Barry’s smirking lips, Harry squeezed your hand to signal you were next.

Harry held back the curtain for you, but you waited for him to sit down first.

There was a bench that could fit at least four people on it, but you and Harry had pre-discussed what your photos would be (whilst waiting in the queue) and you’d both agreed that you sitting on his lap was the only way.

The “only way” being Harry’s words…

Not that you minded.

“Only photobooth where you don’t have to pay.” You commented, as you situated yourself sideaways on Harry’s lap.

Your arms slunk across his shoulders for support and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

You moved slightly to get more comfortable on Harry’s thighs.

“Stop wriggling.” He grunted, making you instantly stop.

“Wh… Oh… Oh, Babe! You’re so….” You laughed at him.

“Hey, you’re not the one who has to go back out there with an obvious issue.”

“Doesn’t have to be an issue…” You attempted your best seductive whisper, but ended up bursting out giggling at the end.

“I hate you.”

You shut up, but his words had you thinking about the hidden meaning. He clearly didn’t hate you, that much was quite visibly obvious, so did he technically mean the opposite? Did he actually mean he lo–

“Y/N/N?” Your nickname being spoken brought you away from your thoughts, “You ready?”

You cleared your throat and approved.

The camera counted down…

The first photo would be of you and Harry simply smiling at the camera, faces leaning against each other.

3. 2. 1.

*snap*

You quickly moved yourselves for the next photo.

The second photo was of Harry kissing your cheek, whilst you made whatever face you wanted to. You decided to scrunch your eyes and smile like an idiot - because that’s how it felt to be in love.

3. 2. 1.

*snap*

In love.

That’s what you were.

You were insanely in love with Harry and he deserved to know. You deserved to share this love.

“Love?” Harry quickly reminded you off the next photo quickly approaching.

It was meant to be of you now kissing Harry’s cheek and him doing whatever he wanted, but now you wanted to do something else.

You cupped the far side of his cheek gently and leant your lips against his ear.

3.

“Y/N?”

2.

“I love you.”

1.

*snap*

Harry quickly turned his head towards you, nearly knocking your nose off in the process.

“What?” He had tiny pools of water collecting in his eyes.

“I love you.” You smiled warmly, softly rubbing over his cheek.

“Fuck.” He smiled, letting a tear fall.

3.

“I love you, too.” He said.

2.

“So much.” He cupped your cheek.

1.

And he kissed you with so much force.

*snap*

You almost fell back with how much he pushed into you, but that’s what kissing him felt like anyway - free falling.

Saying three words had never felt so explosive.

It was like a confetti cannon had been set off and the confetti was all your love for each other being scattered around the photo booth. You felt full and happy, and you could tell by Harry’s kiss that he felt exactly the same.

You pulled back, licking your lips and trying your best not to cry in case it ruined your makeup.

Harry didn’t care, he let some tears fall.

You brushed them away carefully with your thumbs.

“Those better be happy tears and not tears of instant regret.” You joked.

“Happy falls a bit flat of describing how I feel right now, love.”

You giggled and pushed yourself back onto his lips, kissing him to let those three words sink in more.

He moved back, needing to take you in, in this moment, before giving you a few smaller kisses.

“We should go.” You whispered.

“No.” Harry pouted.

“H, this is a photo booth not a kissing booth.”

He laughed, “Okay.”

You both got up to leave, pushing the curtain away and taking the little strip of photos from the deposit on the side of the booth.

Two had printed.

You both laughed at the one where you’d spoken those little words, because Harry’s facial expressions were so funny. He looked a mixture of shocked and happy all at once.

Harry tucked the photo strip into the inside pocket on his suit jacket, whilst you kept a tight grip on yours.

You held onto Harry’s hand and hugged onto his arm.

“That was a better moment than any Oscar award.” You honestly spoke.

Harry leant down to kiss your forehead.

“I love you.” He looked genuinely excited to be able to say that to you. “And I’m proud of you.”

“I know.”

“Oi, don’t you Star wars me!” He mocked. “Say it, or else.”

“I looooovvee you.” You teased out the word. Harry shook his head at you for being so annoying, but also he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Those three words belonged to him now as they belonged to you. And always will.

[lycheedr3ams]

Uhm.

(I feel like an addict crawling to you to get her fix)

I was just wondering 👉👈 if you could, uh, sometime when you want, IF you want, tell us how would emotionally unavailable König react to our poor sniper babe asking if they could do it without a condom? Or if she asks if they could kiss...? (I'm melting)

Perhaps she's at a breaking point or something, just wants to feel him even if just this once? What would happen...?

I love those drabbles you did so, so much. They have a special place in my heart and I cherish them so, whoo I can't even explain. Much love to you 🩷🩷🩷 and please feel free to just ignore this ask if it's not your cup of tea!

i love this ask! it challenges me and i love it. i also love this plotline i've made and i want to expand on it

this is going to be a mini-series, so i'm gonna make a proper title and masterlist soon

TW: NSFW, smut, mentions of self-hate, just sad overall, angst, maybe some comfort at the end?

part 3 of Relapse

you'd lost count of how many times you and könig gave yourselves to each other. it didn't matter that he always guarded the sweetest parts of himself from you, hiding his lips behind that hood and his cock within the condom. he gave you as much of himself as he was able, and you thought you'd never find the courage to ask for more. how could you ask more from the man who already gave you so much?

despite könig's best attempts at a detached façade when everything he was laid bare before you, you knew that he willingly gave you the parts of himself that he had never given to anyone else before, parts of himself that he didn't know he even had. he was a balm that protected you from yourself. but just like every topical substance, it wore away. and könig's balm was exactly that: topical. it never reached very deep - it wasn't in its nature to. and neither was its nature to last very long, or ever be enough. it was meant to heal only a little at a time, sadistically leaving some wounds unhealed so that you had no choice but to need more.

you tried your best to not look disappointed every time könig clumsily opened the shiny condom wrapper and slid it down his aching length. but you never missed the way his large, calloused fingers shook each time he tore the package open, or the way he'd fling the wrapper somewhere in the room with a frustrated grunt. you were grateful for könig and what he gave you, but the plastic shape of his cock was not enough: you needed more, and you hated yourself for it. you wanted what könig already gave you to be enough.

some nights, on the nights when you just needed his comfort more than anything, you couldn't help the quiet sigh that escaped your lungs as you watched him reach for the condom box. you'd watch könig slide the thin plastic down his smooth cock with contempt masked as sadness, not able to look him in the eye as he created a barrier between you and the part of himself that you needed the most. but still, you welcomed him into you each and every time. how could you ever refuse him, anyway? how could you refuse the only man who looked at you as more than a pretty face, a man who saw more of you than you had ever showed to anyone, even yourself?

there were some nights when könig almost seemed... reluctant to put on the condom. some nights when he just stared at the crinkling wrapper under his fingers, listening to the sound of it without actually tearing it. you always watched in wonder as he listened to the sound of the barrier that separated you two, but you could never tell if he was just lost in his own thoughts for a moment or contemplating not using the thing at all. you didn't think it could be the latter, since he always wore the damn condom every time.

but one night happened when you just couldn't take it anymore; you were just too needy to feel guilty about it. you were tired of the surface-level balm he gave to you abundantly. you wanted the medicine that would penetrate your skin and seep into your bloodstream, the medicine that would reach deeply and be felt within every nerve of your body. as he reached over your head for the box like he always did, you somehow managed to get the words out.

"please. no condom. not tonight." you wished your words had come out more eloquently, more convincingly, but your tongue felt dry in your throat and your voice like it had been sealed away. könig's arm froze in midair above you as you spoke, until he lowered it by his side and stared at you for much longer than you were comfortable with. you were already naked with your legs spread, and his gaze was intense enough as it was. you looked away shamefully as he seemed to dissociate, your skin tingling everywhere his eyes wandered. but his eyes weren't wandering with a purpose; he seemed to be searching your body, trying to find something. but his head stayed still, and you wondered if he could even see you at all. perhaps he was searching instead within himself. maybe könig didn't have the medicine you needed after all.

"just this once," he finally muttered. your eyes opened wide and your lips parted. had you heard him right?

"did...did i just hear you right?" you asked softly. konig then wordlessly slid the underside of his cock on your soaked entrance, coating himself with you. your face burned hot when you finally, finally felt the skin of his manhood against you. you were already shaking and panting, and he wasn't even inside of you yet. he watched you with wonder and lust as he felt the sensation of your wet, slick folds. then, without any warning, könig eased himself into you in one easy, gentle thrust.

every time könig entered you for the first time each night you had sex, it always felt like heaven had been brought down just for you. but this time, when there was no plastic barrier between the most intimate parts of yourselves, it was so much deeper than unbridled ecstasy; it felt like coming back home after being away for so long that you forgot what it felt like to feel safe. you and könig each had your eyes screwed shut and were trembling, your arms and legs wrapped around him tightly. you finally felt his warmth, his smooth hard skin, the ghost of a pulse that fluttered against your walls. and könig finally allowed himself to indulge in the wet, protective warmth of your womb. was it some Freudian concept that made him feel so welcome within your womanhood, his unconscious mind being reminded of where he had come from? or was it that you were just so warm and wet and perfectly wrapped around his cock like you were made for him?

könig shuddered and finally opened his eyes to look down at you. you were panting with your brows furrowed and eyes shut. suddenly, könig set a pace, but it wasn't punishing and animalistic like it usually was. tonight, he slowly - almost too slowly - dragged each and every inch of his cock through your walls, watching as they dragged along his cock as he pulled out and constricted once he went in. you moaned deeply, as if you were breathing for the first time. you had never been so wet for him before, you were literally dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. he gently applied pressure to your lower stomach as he leaned back and watched as he fluidly rolled his hips and sunk his cock in and out, in and out of your heat. his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and you were now silent (except for the occasional gasp) as you traveled somewhere far away that only könig could take you.

könig's pace eventually increased, wanting to near his own end, but he lasted longer than he ever had before. sometimes, he nearly completely stopped and just watched, transfixed, as you begged for him to move. he seemed to be curious about the way you begged, almost like the way an astronomer looks wistfully up at the night sky to understand the stars. but his gaze wasn't cold and analytical like he was collecting data, it was more the gaze of one who sought to completely and wholly understand something far beyond their grasp, far beyond the reaches of their mind and body.

as könig slowly worked up the pace, his large thumb rubbed circles onto your swollen clit painfully slowly. but he was only working you up, edging you until you were both ready to come at the same time. and when you both did, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. lost in the heat of this mutual explosive orgasm, neither of you realized that könig had come inside you while he was fully sheathed.

you both panted and slowly came back to reality, and you looked at könig, a little confused, as he stared down at where you two were connected. you sat up on your elbows and saw a thin white ring around his cock, and your eyes widened. you couldn't find any words to say, and you looked up at him, a little panicked. you were fine with it, but you knew - at least, you thought you knew - that he wasn't. but könig didn't say a word as he pulled out of your wet heat with a hiss, and gently cleaned you up like he always did.

neither of you mentioned what happened as you both clumsily got dressed, and you pretended not to notice some of the semen he missed dripping down your leg that was absorbed by your pants. you almost wondered if that had even happened with the way that not a single word was said afterwards, but the white stain on your pants was proof that you weren't dreaming.

you smiled softly at könig like you always did after he gave himself to you, and quietly shut his door as you left, filled with his medicine that finally treated some of your wounds that he always left open.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Until You-Part 5

Connor Rhodes x Reader x Will Halstead/Rhodestead x Reader

A hard conversation pushes you and your boys closer

“How did you do it?” you were sitting with Fireball in the kitchen of her apartment. Jay, Mouse, Connor and Will were in the living room watching the hockey game but you two had snuck away just to catch your breath and to talk a little. She was still a little shaky from everything even if Jay had already gone back to work. The night you, her and Spitfire had gone out and ended up with matching tattoos had seemed like a turning point in helping her to heal from it a tiny bit. 

She shrugged, taking a sip of her beer “Well I mean after we got adjusted to being home? It’s hard, not gonna lie. I’ve almost lost both of them a couple times. This one almost took me down because I couldn’t be there to help Jay. The thing with the advanced directives, it doesn’t take the choice away from the other two not on the table. It just makes it where the one on the table has already protected the other two from having to make the decision. Every opportunity can be taken to save them up until that point then they have to be let go because there’s a difference in between working to save their life and working to hold onto a hull” 

You nodded slowly, staring at the other woman. “How do I bring it up to those two? I want to get the weight off of Trudy’s shoulders. She shouldn’t have to carry that any more. I’ve already talked to her and she’s ok with it. I just need to make sure they are” she nodded “As doctors, they’ll get it. We’ve seen the hell some people that don’t understand will put their loved ones through trying to hold on to any semblance of them” 

“As my boyfriends?” you asked and she grimaced “That may take a little more because when I first brought it up to Jay and Greg? Those two looked at me like I had two extra heads until I fully laid it out then they got it, they didn’t necessarily like it at first but the idea that the other two of us wouldn’t be choosing to let the other go? We’d just be honoring what they wanted? That meant something” “Thanks Fireball. I’ve been really turning this over in my head since..” you didn’t want to say it but she smiled slightly “Since one of the loves of my life nearly died?” you nodded “Yeah”   “Believe me I wouldn’t have had the strength to let him go, neither would Greg. Even if rationally we knew better. The advanced directives are best for everyone involved because you make them when you’re clear headed and thinking with your brain, not your heart”

You let out a breath “On to better things, show me that dress Athena sent you the idea for” she smiled and reached for her phone. She clicked on her texts and brought it up before turning it around it you “It’s not really traditional but it suits me, don’t ya think?” you nodded “Oh it definitely does” she winked at you “I know I’m just the first in line as bride anyways” and you felt your face warm “One wedding at a time ma’am, one wedding at a time”

You were still thinking over what Fireball had said. It kind of surprised you that Will nor Connor had advanced directives. Shouldn’t they as doctors know the risks? Maybe because they hadn’t seen the horrors she had before hospitals they didn’t think of needing one. You just didn’t want them to one day be faced with what to do should you be hurt badly enough in the line of duty or just something simple like a car accident or hell that damn virus that swept Chicago a few years back. Anything could happen and you refused to let it be on anyone else.

______________________

“Angel, why are you being so quiet?” Will asked, turning to face you in the bed. Normally you would be rambling about something or another. Tonight you were just curled on your side with Connor’s arm tucked around your waist and your head laid over on him. You smiled slightly “I’m fine baby” 

He looked over your head at Connor “Well damn I feel better now babe don’t you? That was just so believable” Connor nodded “Oh yeah, nothing to worry about here” you rolled your eyes “I’m just thinking” “About what?” Connor asked and you sighed “I don’t want to talk about this right now” 

Both men exchanged a look, shifting around to be sitting up in the bed and pulling you with them. “Nope. No way. Not Miss you two are talking about your feelings, Miss we don’t go without communicating saying she doesn’t want to talk” Connor said and you groaned lightly, trying to sink down into his shirt you’d worn to bed but he grabbed you gently “I will pull this thing off of you sweetheart then you’ll have to talk to us naked” 

Will grinned slightly “Well I mean if it helps her talk” you shook your head “Who knew Will Halstead was such a closet freak” he laughed “Look at you talking. It worked”

You looked from one to the other “I don’t want Trudy to have to be my emergency contact anymore. I spoke to her about it and she’s ok if I change it to the two of you” Connor looked confused for a second “Ok, what’s the big deal about that?”

You looked down at your hands “That means you two need to read over my advanced directive so if something was to happen to me you’re not blindsided by what measures they can and can not take to save my life” they both got quiet and you chanced a look to see they were staring at each other, their faces unreadable. “What measures?” Will asked and you sighed “It’s similar to the ones Jay, Mouse and Fireball all have”

He nodded “Ok” you looked at Connor and he nodded slowly “If that’s what you want sweetheart” you nodded “It is. It’s not about taking the decision away from anyone, it’s protecting the people I love so they don’t have to make that decision. I’d like if the two of you would consider making one as well, just in case because I don’t know if I would be able to think with my head and not my heart in that moment and I would never forgive myself for putting either of you through hell for nothing”

Both of their arms slipped around you as they moved closer “We will sweetheart” Connor spoke first. “Yet again you being the voice of reason out of the three of us” Will joked and you shook your head “And you two have to promise me here and now if something ever happened to me you wouldn’t turn blame each other. Don’t forget you love each other too” 

“Jay getting shot really shook you up didn’t it?” Will asked and you nodded “Next to Spitfire and Fireball, he’s my best friend. Seeing that blood..then hearing how broken she sounded? Seeing her and Mouse? Yeah” 

Will looked at Connor “Come here babe, let’s see if we can get any bad thoughts out of her head” Connor smiled “I think we can love” you grinned as you were flipped onto your back and both of them started to strip each other and you.

You’d already updated your emergency contacts, Will and Connor had formed and filed their advanced directives. You knew they did it just because you asked but it did make you feel better about everything in general. You knew Spitfire, Kelly and Matt all had them as well. Most first responders did.

You walked up the stairs into intelligence, carrying the trays of coffee. Mouse met you at the top of the stairs “Jesus, if you would’ve called I would’ve come down to the parking lot” you grinned “I know” as he took one tray and sat it on the desk then cut his eyes at you. You nodded “Everyone’s names is on their cups” he started passing cups out around the room so you handed Jay’s his out of your tray then Al, then Hank.

You were just about to sit down at your desk when Trudy rang your phone. “Hello?” “Hey honey. Your fellas are down here” what were they doing at the precinct? “They wanna come up?” “They want to see you” 

You nodded “I’ll be right down” you stood and Jay cut his eyes up “Woah partner, where the hell are you headed? You just got here” you shrugged “Your brother and our boyfriend is downstairs wanting me” he grinned “Don’t take long or Voight will notice you’re missing” you winked at him “Cover for me and I won’t mention to him what goes on in the tech room or to Goodwin what you and Fireball get up to in the doctors lounge and the storage rooms at med” and saw a light blush grace his face “Ok” 

______________________

You laughed and damn near bounced down the stairs. When you got to the gate you opened it and saw Connor and WIll both turn. Trudy smiled when she saw you. “I was just giving them the hurt my girl and they won’t find you talk” Connor grinned “I believe her myself, especially since she said she’s bringing Voight and Olinsky too” 

You laughed and winked at her “That’s mama bear for ya” then looked at them “Why are you two here so close to shift?” “Is there somewhere we can talk a little more privately?” Trudy raised an eyebrow and you felt your face warm before leading them to the stairs that led down to roll up. Mouse was upstairs so no one should be down there.

Once you got down there you turned and faced them “Ok, now what’s wrong? Are you two breaking up with me or something?” Connor’s eyes widened “God no” “Never” Will added.

Connor pulled a box from a jewelry store out of his jacket pocket “I brought this for you, well I brought me and Will one too but we wanted to bring you yours together. Consider it step one. Wedding rings are step two” your eyes widened then. He handed you the box and when you opened it there was a golden chain necklace with a pendant that had your birthstone along with his and Will’s. 

“It’s simple but..” you cut him off by diving into his arms. “I love it and I love you Con” he grinned, spinning you around. “Hey! What about me” Will laughed and you hopped into his arms then “I love you too Will” once Will put you down you turned around to Connor and held your hair up “Put it on me?”

He took the necklace and clamped it into place so Will stepped in front of you to make sure the pendant was where it was supposed to be. “Won’t be long before the rings will come but for now, you have a piece of us and we have a piece of you and each other. No matter what” you looked between them both “I love you both, some damn much” they smiled at each other than at you “We love you too angel” “We love you too sweetheart” 

You pulled Will down into a kiss and he pulled you out of Connor’s arms into his. Just as the kiss got heated, Connor pulled you around into his arms, backing you against Will’s chest. You weren’t exactly complaining. Will’s lips found your neck as Connor teased a kiss against your lips. The door at the top of the stairs opened and Jay’s voice drifted down “Um partner? We gotta roll” you groaned “I love him but his timing sucks” 

________________________

Connor shook his head and swallowed hard “No, his timing is good. We need to go. We were about to do something we shouldn’t do here” Will laughed “Yeah, gotta say Jay had damn good timing then” they both placed a quick kiss on your lips before you let them out the side door so you could hear back up to the front desk to meet Jay.

“Your lip gloss is smeared��� he laughed as soon as you got to his side. You wiped your thumb across your lips feeling your face warm. “At least my hair isn’t a mess” he nodded “Good point” then cut his eyes down “New necklace?” you nodded and he grinned “I like it. Rings next?” you laughed lightly “One wedding at a time!” and he started laughing then “Oh yeah! I haven’t even had mine yet” 

@desimarie12

@bonnyclydecat

[its-time-to-write]

AH I've been waiting for requests to be open! i love love loveeee your writing!! I've been in dire need (if you feel like writing it lol) of reader comforting jamie after the locker room scene w his dad at wembley.. like maybe instead of roy hugging him the reader swoops in? you do you! thanks!! <3

Listened to 17 Pushing 24 by Sabrina Sterling while writing this. Highly recommend ✌️🥲

i know what i’m doing

Sometimes Jamie wonders if you two are attracted to each other due to your compelling need to take care of everything. 

It certainly was difficult at first, both of you with residual issues due to your upbringing. His as the only son of a single mother, yours as the oldest daughter of a large family. 

Those types of child-caretakers aren’t always compatible. Jamie’s much more lighthearted about the way he tries to control everything, and you’re more serious.

You’d think it would be easier, both of you taking care of each other, except for the small fact that neither of you were capable of accepting help from the other. 

It came to a head one evening when Jamie came home to you crying in the laundry room, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the tasks you had yet to complete before going to bed. 

“Love, I can help you,” Jamie had said.

“No! It’s my laundry and my responsibility and you already have enough to do without me burdening you even more,” you replied before dissolving into more tears. 

So yeah, it was a whole thing. It involved therapy and everything.

But you’re moving past it. You’re both getting to a point where each of you can receive the same love that you’re giving, however strange it may feel. Jamie even let you stay home from work to take care of him when he was sick a couple weeks ago, something that was pretty much unheard of up to this point.

You’re channeling the need to control things in healthy ways, like having all of AFC Richmond over to Jamie’s giant house for potluck-style family dinners. Or hosting non-video game nights, where FIFA is strictly banned as a form of entertainment. Or themed outings where everyone had to dress as something that shared the first letter of their name and then go see a movie at the local theater. 

Stuff like that. 

You’re the brains, Jamie is the execution. You can see Isaac side-eyeing him a couple times, making mental notes about temporary captains in the event that he can’t play a match. 

Jamie’s gone from Richmond’s resident prick to Richmond’s resident morale-booster.

He comes home one evening with brighter eyes than normal.

“Babe,” he calls before he’s even in the door, “Coach said I can go back to being a prick again.”

“Ted said that?” you ask from your spot on the couch. You’re laying down length-wise with your legs dangling off the end.

“Fuck no,” Jamie replies, “Roy.”

“Oh,” you say as Jamie plops his bags down. You sit up a little so he can have a spot on the couch. He pats his lap so you lay back down, head on his thigh.

“Roy said that Ted fucked me up, so ‘when it’s appropriate’” (he uses air quotes) “I can be a prick to the other team.”

“That’s nice, babe,” you say, “but how do you know when to do that?”

Jamie shrugs. “Coach said he’d give me a signal. Don’t know what it is, though.”

You say, “hm,” then lapse into comfortable silence, Jamie’s hand running through your hair.

—

The prick signal worked so much better than you could have thought. It’s the best. You see Jamie go from playing defensively to being completely offensive, screwing with the other team’s heads. You scream and clap as he scores, while Keeley practically throttles you with joy.

Now it’s late after the game, and the lads are all over at Jamie’s. They’re absolutely exhausted, but buzzing with energy. It isn’t until about 1am that they disperse to the various guest bedrooms and pass out on top of each other. You catch a glimpse of Dani cuddling Jan Maas who’s asleep in a starfish position as Colin sneaks in to draw on their faces with sharpie. 

“Don’t tell anyone it was me,” he whispers. You zip your lips and head to the master bedroom and pretty much fall onto the right side of the bed.

Jamie comes in shortly after, saying something about Isaac telling a bedtime story. He burrows under the covers and you quietly shriek because he’s placed his ice-cold hands on your ribcage.

“How are you so cold?” you whisper.

Jamie shrugs sleepily. “Dunno,” he whispers back. “Got ice in my veins, I guess.”

You smile. “You’re tired, aren’t you babe?”

Jamie shakes his head and stifles a yawn. “Nah, ain’t tired. Thinkin’ about our match against Man City.”

He says it casually. Too casually.

You see, both you and Jamie have this thing where the more nonchalantly you say something, the more important it is.

You prop yourself up a bit so you can face him and scratch his head. He sighs and leans in.

“You nervous?” you ask.

Jamie shakes his head. “Not to see the team. Lookin’ forward to seeing Pep. It’s just…” he trails off.

You whisper, “Yeah. I know. Whatever happens, I’m here. Don’t forget that. I’m here no matter what.”

Jamie says, “hm,” and then he’s asleep.

—

You’re running. 

You’re running faster than any of the boys on the pitch had run the entire match, and you’re pushing past people in a way that Keeley would later describe as “absolutely fucking feral.”

It happened like this:

The game was over. Richmond lost to Man City.

You were on your way to see Jamie and the rest of the team.

You were, maybe, three floors away? when Rebecca got a text from Ted, showed it to you, and before you knew it you were flying down to the guest locker room to find Jamie.

Of course his dick father would show up to make this day worse. Of course he would.

You’re ducking under security and pushing your way to the locker room in a flurry of motion, then immediately stop.

It’s silent, absolutely silent. 

And so still.

No one moves a muscle as your eyes land on Jamie, clinging to Roy like he’s a lifeline. Roy. Roy Kent, self-proclaimed Jamie-hater and staunch advocate against physical touch.

Jamie’s eyes are squeezed shut, but they flutter open at the sound of your tentative footsteps. He lets go of Roy for a moment, but only so that you can grab him in the next.

“Right,” says Roy, “Everybody get the fuck out!”

There are no complaints as the lads hurriedly grab their bags and exit the locker room.

Roy nods in your direction before leaving, and Beard mouths, “take your time.” You’re not sure where Ted’s gone off to.

Jamie feels like he’s going to collapse if he stands any longer, crushing you in the strongest grip you’ve ever felt.

“Oi,” you say gently, “let’s sit down, yeah? You don’t have to let go.”

So now you’re on the bench in Jamie’s lap, scratching his head in the way he likes, waiting for him to break the silence.

“Fucking stupid,” he says, voice muffled.

You ask, “What?” because surely that can’t be what he just said.

“I said it’s fucking stupid,” Jamie says, refusing to meet your eyes. “I’m a fucking adult. Don’t need to be crying about stupid shit, especially not in front of the lads.”

“Oh, right,” you say before you can stop yourself, “because crying after your dick father tried to swing at you when you set boundaries for the first time ever is a completely unreasonable response.”

Jamie is still in your arms and you cringe. Curse your stupid, logical tongue.

Jamie finally says, “Didn’t think about it like that.” He sighs. “It’s just fuckin’ embarrassing, innit? Him showing up here like that. Didn’t need the lads seeing that.”

You kiss his forehead. 

“The only person it’s embarrassing for is him. Not you. You’re absolutely fine, Jaim. If anything, the boys are going to look at you better for finally understanding the shit you had to grow up with.”

Jamie nods, but you’re not sure if he believes you.

“Jamie,” you say firmly, “It’s not your fault. You handled it the best way it could have been handled. You did a great job.”

Those words seem to do something to Jamie, and his face takes on an expression you’ve never seen before

He asks, “You think so?” in such a forlorn manner than you have the sudden urge to find James Tartt and kick him in the balls with steel-toed shoes. You briefly wonder if Roy and Beard would like to join you.

“Yes,” you reply forcefully, “Yes Jamie. You did a wonderful job in a shitty situation and I’m very, very proud of you.”

Jamie doesn’t reply, just holds you tighter if that’s even possible. He takes a deep shuddering breath, but it’s the first real one he’s taken this entire time. 

“I told you I’m here no matter what,” you say. “Just like all the times you’ve been here for me. Now I’m here for you.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; angel dust

requested by ; sweatpants anon (16/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; angel dust

outline ; “Angel Dust relationship headcanons!

-Sweatpants Anon”

note ; reader is assumed as being masc aligned because angel dust is canonically gay ^^

warning(s) ; some canon typical angsty topics are touched upon, but mostly fluff!

because of just how long he’s spent under valentino’s control and directly in the public eye, it takes a long time and a whole lot of patience to be able to even begin to convince angel that your interest in him is because of more than just his body — and even then he’ll still have his moments of self doubt, regression, and self isolation throughout your time together (though, thankfully, those do become less and less frequent as time goes on and your relationship becomes more solid and serious)

angel dust is by no means afraid of a little pda and loves showing you off whenever and wherever the opportunity arises — be that through more innocent displays like holding hands or pecking you on the lips/cheek, or through something a bit raunchier like explicitly flirting with you or making out with you at whatever bar or club you happen to be in ar the time — but that doesn’t mean he’s not cautious about keeping you and your relationship away from the prying eyes of his boss or anyone who might clue valentino into angel’s private life

he’s happy to be called any and all pet names that you can think of, the cuter the better in his eyes, and for his part he tends to use a mix of more traditional and complimentary terms of endearment for you, alternating between them depending on how much he wants to tease you in the moment — going from calling you ‘babe’ after thanking you for fetching him a drink when he’s too lazy to get up himself, to whining and calling you ‘baby’ when he feels like you’re ignoring him, to jokingly patting you on the backside to make you yelp and calling you something like ‘hot stuff’ or ‘daddy’ just to see you get all flustered

if you wear clothes that are the same size as him (or, even better, a size or a few bigger than him) then you can pretty much guarantee that angel dust will start raiding your closet and wearing your jumpers/shirts/jackets on his days off — and while he does occasionally do it to show off your relationship or to tease you about how good he looks in your clothes, it’s also a comfort thing for him and it helps him stay calm or get to sleep when you’re away from your shared room for one reason or another

dates with angel dust happen about as frequently as his schedule allows — i.e. if neither of you have commitments elsewhere, you’re gonna be spending time together in one way or another (even if it just means staying in bed with fat nuggets in your comfiest pyjamas watching whatever new show you’ve both gotten into lately)

angel dust has a distinct jealous streak that can cause him to act in one of two ways depending on his mood: if he’s in a more comfortable and confident spot in your relationship then he’ll just saunter over to you both and make it abundantly clear that you belong to him and he’s not in the business of sharing, but if he’s in a really bad spot mentally or very intoxicated then he’s much more likely to actually lash out at the person — storming over, grabbing you by the arm and threatening their life before you have to drag him somewhere private to help him calm down and not cause a scene (read: do something that would get him in trouble with either vaggie or his boss depending on who the offending party is)

he’s forever texting you, even when you’re both in the same room, and his messages can be anything from out of context photos (of him, of you, of someone he’s with, or just a post he’s seen on social media that reminded him of you), to random bits of gossip, to reminders of when he’s going to be home (or him asking you when you’ll be home when you’re out and about), to the occasional ‘love you’ or flirtatious message when he’s feeling a bit sentimental — bonus bits: your contact name in his phone is ‘baby’ followed by an ungodly amount of heart emojis, and your contact photo is a picture of the two of you both mid-laugh that he took during one of your many late nights spent in his room at the hotel

his home screen and lock screen on his phone are also silly photos of the two of you — one being from when you visited him during one of his drag shows and another being of the two of you intentionally pulling stupid faces just to make the other laugh (he can’t remember when it was taken all he knows is that it’s one of his favourite pictures and it makes him smile whenever he unlocks his phone)

angel dust is also incredibly protective over you and he isn’t above attacking anyone who tries to cause you harm (or that has succeeded at harming you in the past) — he was part of a gang in life and, rest assured, he’s more than happy to make use of the skills he gained throughout his mortal life to keep you safe (or even just to gain your approval if you have a habit of praising him for being an excellent shot)

while he’s definitely appreciative of words of affirmation as a love language, angel dust mainly resonates with the idea of quality time — being able to be with you as himself without the expectation of acting like something he’s not, or even having to do anything at all, is incredibly important to him and allows him to become more comfortable with being his real self (being ‘anthony’ instead of ‘angel dust’) around you

that’s not to say that he’s not a fan of ‘acts of service’ and ‘gift giving’ if those are your defaults — spoil him rotten, take him on a shopping spree, pamper him after a long day of work, learn how to cook his favourite meals, etc. — and he’ll definitely make it clear just how much he appreciates being taken care of by you, but it just so happens that quality time is the love language that resonates with him the most (beyond physical affection, but that’s just his default with everyone and doesn’t feel as personal to him as spending time together)

he refers to you collectively as fat nuggets’ parents (or ‘daddies’ if you’re comfortable with the term) and will jokingly scold you for neglecting him and your ‘son’ whenever you’re too bus with work or something else to lounge in bed with them

[starlitangels]

Redacted Boi Social Media Headcanons

Vincent only really uses Instagram, but is required by the Department to have it private because his human name is legally missing-presumed-dead and his face has a risk of being recognized if someone from his human life stumbled upon his Instagram. That said, he doesn't really screen people who request to follow him

Darlin' and Sam don't use any social medias. Darlin' has a Facebook from teenage years, but they deactivated it. But not fully deleted, so they can still be tagged in all the group photos posted to the pack page. In high school, Darlin' was the person who got a lot of unsolicited DMs because they were hot but they hate attention so they blocked everyone but their pack and deactivated. Darlin' reluctantly keeps their Discord for the pack server

David hates social media. He maintains the pack's private Facebook group and Discord server (though the latter is really more Asher's job, David's just in charge) but will not touch anything else. David's favorite social media is YouTube because he can lookup tutorials for anything and not have to ask anyone for help

Milo's a borderline Instagram influencer. He's got a gazillion followers (who all think he's hot, and he is). His Instagram is directly linked to his Facebook, so every picture and caption he puts on IG gets automatically posted to FB too

Marie comments only on Milo's Facebook (she has and kinda uses IG, but doesn't comment). She's the one that will leave the heartfelt comments with "Call me" at the end. She knows that's a meme among younger people that their older relatives leave "what a beautiful couple. Call me" comments, but she does it anyway. And guess what? She does it because it works. Milo👏 is👏a👏Mama's👏Boy👏 and he will call her when she leaves those comments

Asher doesn't use social media much, but is perpetually on Discord. He mods the pack's server, and like 6 others just for fun. He does post lots of pictures of Babe and selfies of the two of them together on the pack's Facebook though

Damien used to get into arguments on Twitter with randos. Huxley thinks it's funny to pull them up from when Damien was a teenager

Huxley was never much into most social medias but I like to think he'd be like that one TikTok dude who pops up on my Tumblr dash occasionally who explains how to do calisthenics and other workout stuff in a really simple, easy, modified way for people who are just getting started. People started following him because he's hot, and then realized he's actually like the nicest dude and doesn't know he's popular

Lasko's a Tumblr boy. I'm not taking constructive criticism on this

Gavin refuses to get an Instagram because he knows he'd get too addicted to it. He knows he's ridiculously good-looking and would amass a following supernaturally fast, and that's why he won't. But he has his old Facebook from when it first started to be popular. He got rid of all his old friends list and now just has Freelancer, Huxley, Lasko, Damien, and a handful of d(a)emon friends who also have Facebooks like Crux

Avior doesn't have any social media at all

Neither does Caelum and Gavin and Freelancer have decided not to expose him to the negativity of the internet

Vega refuses

Cam keeps a few things for professional purposes, but doesn't use them much

Guy is a Tumblrina. Guy is a Tumblrina. Guy is a Tumblrina. Guy is

Aaron's favorite is LinkedIn. This is a joke.

Elliott uses Pinterest a lot for aesthetic inspiration for dreams. He doesn't use much else

Blake is on like every social media all the time. Mostly for CloseKnit. But he also stalked Bestie from afar for a long time

James had to get rid of all of his when his job started getting more secretive and he had to have limited contact with the rest of the world

Morgan doesn't have any social media just as a way to keep himself and his magic safe. The Department protections didn't require it, but he thought it was for the best

Porter totally isn't jealous that Vincent has a higher IG follower count than him and his account isn't even private. He's always trailing like 20 behind

[cultkinkcoven]

How it's feel working with asherah and what make you interested working with her

Asherah or Ashirat is a Goddess of fertility, love and life and the wife of the chief God El Elyon in the Canaanite pantheon, quite similar to Ashtar without the warlike associations. In fact, in my own gnosis (and in most Canaan interpretations) I consider Ashirat to the mother of Ashtar and Anat, that is the holy nurturing mother as opposed to the sexy sex feminine rage archetype that encompasses other aspects of Ashtar and Anat as love Goddesses.

Attar and Anat, while love deities, are not mother goddesses. They likely took their fertility aspects from their mother without becoming mother goddesses themselves

Many people have syncretized these three goddesses, especially in regards to Astarte (People say that Ashirat is Astarte rather than her mother) but I prefer to keep them separate. Anat’s individuality as a deity of savagery, war and violence and Attar’s individuality as a deity of carnal sex and pleasure feel distinct from Ashirat’s persona as a nurturing mother goddess. I see her as my primary “Mother Nature” deity, although she is more than Mother Earth, she is the mother of Mother Earth, and the sun and moon. But that’s all up to interpretation. (and they’re all derived from Inanna in some way or another)

Because my gnosis syncretizes Attar, Astarte, Aphrodite, and Lucifer, and Lucifer is my patron, Ashirat is a very important Goddess to me as the mother of Venus. I actually started recognizing Ashirat far before I even knew about Ashtar.

As the Asherim pole and the lady of the primordial sea she can be considered quite similar to Aphrodite, as she was one of the influences that came to establish the persona of Aphrodite. While her daughters Attar and Anat went on to establish the more carnal and aesthetic aspects of beauty, sex, and love, as well as the destructive egotistical aspects, Ashirat embodied the beauty, sex, and love that created the cosmos and heavens.

(The children of Gods are usually the Gods of more specific things in that domain. From Aphrodite and Ares we got Eros (Cupid), from Eros and Psyche we got Voluptas who represents physical pleasure and bliss. So from Ashirat and El we get Ashtar and Anat, who represent more specific aspects of love and beauty like carnal lust and revenge- violence born from love.)

As the wife of El (or Yahweh, or Ba’al… scandalous! Isn’t it so annoying when your boyfriends fight?) she is the mother of all heavenly hosts and sons, and I consider her to be the mother of all the Archangels. There is nothing to confirm this but I believe her 70, 77, or 88 sons to have been those angels. Due to her associations with Ba’al I wouldn’t be surprised if she was also the mother of a few daemon as well.

When I first began my work as a practitioner I was mentored by Archangel Jophiel, who directly lead me into Ashirat and gave grace and full authority to her. I believe she has that same authority over all angels and demons of El Elyon.

She has dominion over all animals of nature and life giving forces (water).

As a daily act of devotion I offer her clean water and tend to plants or help out animals (feeding birds, leaving water out for strays) I also take baths whenever I do rituals with her.

She often demands honour is also given to her consort in the same way that Hera demands her devotees also worship Zeus, but you can also easily worship her without having a defined father deity, lord knows she’s shared the stage with one too many egotistical men but that’s neither here nor there lol. In my experiences she has encouraged me to make peace with the divine father, and in my searching I found Ra and Anu, and that seemed to be good enough for her. She has been very warm towards the devotees of her daughters and anyone who works with any of her sons.

The only pet peeve of her that I’ve discovered is honoring her while dehydrated. Drink your water babes she worked so hard on it.

[guillotinesandroses]

Nothing But Glitter; Mina Ashido + Asexual Reader

A connection of this nature is hard to find. The first time she told you she has never liked anyone romantically, your heart skipped a beat. Never before had you resonated with another in such a way. Although her wish to fall in love confused you, certain shared experiences bound you together. Now, with years having passed from that conversation, you live together not as lovers, yet still something much more than friends. 

You would not have it any other way, and neither would she. Smiling as you turn to face her, you wipe off some frosting she got on her cheek. Her eyes blink up at the contact, then she grins. 

"Ah, that's such a cute move!" She coos, draping herself over you. "No fair, how am I supposed to focus like this?" 

"Hey, careful! You're gonna get nail polish everywhere!" You laugh, gently pushing her to reach for and stabilize the bottle. 

"I already did... my bad! I'll wipe it off your back later! Just don't lay down!" 

"Wait, what- oh, c'mon..." you trail off to an incredulous sigh. Still, you cannot help but revert back to an exasperated grin at her apologies as she goes to grab paper towels. 

"Well, look on the bright side! At least you aren't wearing a shirt. That's great... for a variety of reasons!" 

You roll your eyes with an exasperated smile. "I'll be handling the nail polish from now on. Don't think I'm gonna be letting you move around this time." 

"Aw, no, you can't do this to me, babe!" She pauses, whining into your back. 

"Actions have consequences, sweetheart. No can do!" 

"How rude... I'm gonna have my manager write you up for bullying." 

"I am your manager." 

"I meant my other manager!" 

You let out a dramatic gasp. "You've been seeing other managers behind my back?" 

"Babe, it's not what you think!" 

"I can't believe I've been betrayed like this. I may never recover." 

"I'm sorry... I'll let you do my nails if you'll forgive me!" 

You laugh. "Eh... you were going to have me do them either way. This is how it always ends." 

"Yeah... but it's the thought that counts, right?" 

"Sure, sure. Now get over here." 

She settles before you, perked up in her seat. Eagerly presenting her hand, she waits for you to apply the apple green base coat. To her disappointment, you go to remove the residue of her failed attempt instead. She can never stay still long enough on her own not to mess it up, but her energy is one of the many things you love about her. That, alongside her many other qualities- or perhaps you should say quirks. 

"Yeah, the acetone doesn't really affect me much," she responds to a brief comment you made. "I can change my nail colors as much as I want to! It's great!" 

"I'm still jealous about that." 

"Aw, don't be! Your quirk gives you a bunch of cool things, like those pretty eyes!" She traces your face with her free hand. 

You give a fond smile as you continue your work. "They're not as striking as yours. Besides, those horns on your head make you look too majestic to be casually walking the streets. You should be under a spotlight instead." 

Mina laughs heartily, turning a brighter shade of pink. "You still keep trying to deny that you're a total smooth-talker? It's getting pretty hard to believe! Anyway, speaking of spotlights... what d'you think I should wear for the upcoming gala?" 

"Well, you'll be receiving an award. So, something eye-catching would work nicely." 

"You're right! I've gotten pretty known for looking good... but people expect me to show up dressed in some really extravagant stuff now. I just gotta one-up all my previous outfits!" 

"We better get shopping then. Last year will be pretty hard to beat." 

"I know, right? I really outdid myself with those color combos! Though that just means I gotta work harder now." 

You hum in agreement, finishing up curing the nail polish. "Nothing you can't pull off though, is it? Anyway, it's as good reason as any to go shopping!" 

"Of course, I can! You're totally right about that last part, too! We should go to that one boba store as soon as we get to the mall. I mean, we'll be going to the one in Kyoto, won't we? You'll take me there, right?" 

"Sure I will." You chuckle, releasing her hands at last. "I figured something like this would come up, so I cleaned up up my atelier, just in case." 

"Aw, you're the best!" She grins as she moves her fingers and wrists around, eager to have her limbs returned. As soon as she gets done stretching, she helps you up with a grin and pulls you close to her body. "Welp, that's enough talking. Time to go grab some fabrics! I can't wait to see what my favorite seamstress will cook up for me!" 

"Hopefully something less burnt than tonight's dinner." 

Mina pauses, blinking. "You... forgot about the roast too, right?" 

"Yep, until about five seconds ago. Did you?" 

"Totally. Yikes!" She grimaces. 

Although these unfortunate accidents happen often with two airheads living together, you would not have it any other way. Mina Ashido is more than a special person, and you are glad to have crossed paths with her. Even as she drags you along to deal with a potential housefire, all you can do is wish for this kind of life to last forever. 

[billy-royalton]

if you're interested in non lawrusso prompts: sam and johnny + awkward bonding <3

ooooooh i am SO interested let's do it! post-series little backyard bbq bonding between my two favs <3

Sam doesn't really get it at first. It's not just that Miyagi-Do and its whole ethos has been beaten into her brain since birth, or that she's grown up hearing horror stories of what Johnny Lawrence and the Cobras did to her dad (though neither of those things helped). After watching Miguel fight, after watching Aisha transform, and after getting her own ass kicked by Tory, the Cobra Kai style is sort of undeniable. In fact, as much as she disagrees with it, Cobra Kai she gets.

It's Johnny she doesn't understand.

He's currently leaning over her dad's shoulder trying to coach him through grilling a burger which is laughable because Johnny looks like the kinda guy who likes his meat with literal char on it while her dad is probably the best amateur chef in the Valley. (Biased? Maybe. But anyone who questions her clearly hasn't tasted her dad's lasagna.) He's got a beer in one hand, the other gripping her dad's shoulder, and even though the drama of high school is behind them — behind all of them, including the drama of Sam's own high school career — it still feels weird to see them so close without punching each other.

"What do you think they talk about?" she asks.

Miguel shrugs, mouth around his burger. "I dunno. Karate? The 80s? Babes?" Sam grimaces, that all sounds about right. "All of the above? Look, I know you've got your hang ups about Sensei but he's a good guy. Really funny, even when he's not trying to be. Especially when he's not trying to be, actually."

"I don't doubt that Johnny's a good guy, Miguel." And she doesn't! Hell, she doesn't even doubt that he's a good teacher! A weird teacher. He did make her jump off a building that one time. (And it was amazing and she felt like she was flying and she felt untouchable and the thrill of it all made her feel like she could accomplish anything and and and.)

"I'm just saying, try to get to know the guy. If your dad can do it, you can too."

No one would accuse Johnny Lawrence of being a mind reader or even having the ability to like, read a room essentially, but he does choose that moment to cross the backyard and take a seat right next across from Sam and Miguel.

"Burger's good?" Johnny asks. Miguel nods and takes another bite like he's proving a point.

Miguel looks between Sam and Johnny and Sam can knows exactly what he's about to do it before he even does it (maybe she's the mind reader here). "I'm gonna grab another one, actually. I'll grab you a beer, Sensei! Hang here."

So. That just leaves Sam and Johnny. Cool. Great.

Johnny drums his fingers on the table of the patio set awkwardly, eyes dancing between the table, his seat, the grass, and the house behind Sam's head, pointedly trying to look at anything but Sam.

Jesus.

"So uh —"

"How was Okinawa?" Johnny asks (and thank god because Sam doesn't know what she was gonna say. Because it's different when they're in a dojo, it's different when Miguel or Robby are around, it's different when it's just the two of them and no karate is involved.)

Sam relaxes a little in her chair. "It was great, actually. Really beautiful. I had always heard stories about it from my dad and Mr. Miyagi growing up so it felt...I don't know, like going home? In a sense?"

Johnny nods like he gets it but Sam doubts he does.

"What was he like?" he asks.

Sam's brows furrow. "Who?"

"Mr. Miyagi." He's looking straight at her now, no quick glances or fast movements. His eyes are the color of the sky, clear blue and focused and so soft. Sam's never seen him so open before.

"My dad hasn't talked about him enough?" Sam jokes.

Johnny smiles and it feels like a secret, something just for her. "No, your dad talks about him plenty. And I mean, I met the guy. He saved my life, you know? That night in '84. Sure your dad must have told you that."

Yeah, Sam knows about that night in '84. But not from her dad. Well, not directly. She had overheard him one night, talking in clipped, harsh whispers to her mom over a bottle of wine. Back when karate in the valley was all anyone could focus on.

"Yeah," Sam says, solemnly. She shakes her head free of the images she's never seen: Johnny in a headlock thrashing against the pavement. She thinks of happier times, of an old face with the most infectious smile.

"Mr. Miyagi was, well...I don't know how to do him justice in describing him. He was so different from anyone I've ever known. He could be really quiet sometimes. Actually, he was quiet a lot. And our house was constantly filled with noise, especially after Anthony was born that I used to love when we'd go to his house and the world finally seemed a little calmer."

She laughs a litle, a soft dance of memories playing like a carousel in her mind.

"He was funny," she continues. "And stubborn. Like, more stubborn than my dad if you can believe it."

Johnny smiles. "I can't imagine anyone more stubborn than your dad."

"I think that's where he gets it from, honestly. Like this one time, he was working in the garden and he pulled this weed that was really stuck in there way too hard and we literally heard his back pop from across the yard! Just, pop! And Dad rushed over to him and was trying so hard to convince him to go lie down but he absolutely refused until the whole garden was done!"

It's a stupid little memory but it still makes her smile, as all memories of Mr. Miyagi do. "I never really saw him angry, but I knew he could be," she continues. "He had this way about him where he could be so light hearted and free but still take things seriously and treat them with reverence."

"Balance," Johnny says.

Sam stops. She looks at Johnny, really looks at him. There's no hint of sarcasm in his voice, no mocking judgment on his face. He's not the same guy who drew a dick on his dad's billboard. And yet he's still the same guy who let her hide out her drunken night in his apartment. He hasn't so much as changed as he's evolved, maybe.

"Yeah," she says. "Balance."

They're still grinning softly at each other by the time Miguel comes back with Johnny's beer (and an extra burger for Sam).

[nicohischierz]

right where you left me: brandt clarke

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warning: death, pregnancy

when someone mentioned the name brandt clarke, people immediately think of the unique laugh he held.

the laugh gone unheard ever since that night.

february 14th.

the day of love. the day that was made to be celebrated with the one you love.

all of that didn’t matter to brandt anymore as he had nothing to live for.

he didn’t have anyone to make dinner reservations with or to buy chocolates, that he’d end up eating, for.

the one thing that didn’t change was that on the 14th of february, brandt clarke would always buy a bouquet of flowers for the girl that held his heart.

you and brandt met through his teammate alex. the older boy being a good friend to your brother and him keeping an eye on you.

alex’s intention of introducing the two of you was purely to help each other settle into being away from family. he never expected that would blossom into a wholesome relationship.

everyone remembers the smile on your face when you and brandt made it official. the pair of you walked into a kings event hand in hand with smiles spreading from ear to ear.

it was the happiest your brothers had seen you in a long time.

brandt fit into your family quite easily.

with your brothers in the league alongside him, brandt found conversation easy to carry out and his open personality made it hard not to be his friend.

moments spent with you were the happiest brandt could ever be. those moments topped the ones he made on the ice.

“this is my boyfriend brandt, he plays for the la king,” you introduced your boyfriend to your parents and brothers.

jack, quinn and luke shook the boys hand and welcomed him into their group. jack and luke already knew his brother so it was only quinn that didn’t know the boy at all.

but alas, after spending the summer together and visiting each other during games, the hughes brothers formed a strong bond with brandt.

a bond that continued after everything.

the brothers weren’t the only ones that loved brandt. your parents did too.

ellen and jim hughes were ecstatic to meet the boy that captured their little girls heart.

they met brandt when he surprised you with a bouquet of flowers after coming back from a road trip. the kings had only landed an hour ago but the boy drove to a flower shop before going home just because he missed you.

that was how your relationship with brandt was.

it felt like a dream that neither of you wanted to wake up from.

but brandt’s dream turned into a nightmare in a matter of minutes.

february 14th was planned to a t.

brandt had ensured that you were pampered throughout the day before meeting for dinner at one of your favourite restaurants.

sometimes, he felt like he was still there sitting in the corner before his phone rang.

“hey babe, i’m just heading to the restaurant now. i cant wait to see you, i love you!”.

“hey babe, it’s raining real bad so i might be a little late but i’m almost here, i love you,”

when his phone ring with an unknown number he answered.

“hello?” he answered.

“hi is this mr brandt clarke?” the nurse asked.

brandt gulped.

“yeah this is he,”

“sir i’ve got one y/n hughes who was rushed to the emergency room and you were listed as her emergency contact. would you be able to make it to los angeles general hospital?”

brandt agreed and slowly got up from the table. before entering his car, he called your brothers.

“she’s in the hospital and i’m going to see her now,” he told them, not explaining anymore.

jack sent alex to follow brandt in order to know more about his sisters situation.

“i’m here for y/n hughes,” brandt went up to the front desk. alex had met up with him at the hospital and promised to be by his side.

“mr clarke, i’m so sorry but miss hughes didn’t make it,” the nurse expressed solemnly.

brandt felt the room spinning as he grabbed onto alex. the older boy almost buckled under the defensemen weight as well as the shock he experienced.

“she experienced some complications during labour …”

the nurse was cut off by alex. “she was pregnant?” he whispered.

the nurse gave a sad smile. “we believe she had a cryptic pregnancy as she had no idea either,”

“is the baby okay?” brandt asked.

the nurse nodded. “we’ve got another doctor doing some check ups but she seems to be doing well.”

alex and brandt let out a breathe of relief.

the two boys went back to their own apartments and awaited the arrival of your family.

ellen was quick to pull brandt into a hug as she sobbed for her daughter.

quinn gave the boy a sad smile. he knew of the velvet box that would’ve sat inside brandt’s jacket. the way it felt heavier after the news.

“she was pregnant.” brandt announced.

“it was a cryptic pregnancy so neither of us knew but she named the baby callie before she passed,”

ellen sobbed even harder and grabbed brandt’s hands. “whatever you want to do, we are here for you,” she reminded him.

callie was a carbon copy of her mother.

they had the same features and personality but most did say she got her laugh from her father.

on your birthday, brandt took callie to visit your grave with ellen and jim. callie was only a couple months old but she knew inside that this person was important to her and her family.

ellen took callie off brandt’s hands for a couple of minutes, in order to allow him some time to talk to you.

“callie looks just like you. i figured out why you named her that too, callie for california, the place we met.” he paused, looking up to the sky.

“sometimes i think i’m still at the restaurant waiting for you to walk through the doors. i remember the corner i was sat in and the feeling of dread when i got the call,” his voice wavered slightly towards the end.

“i just miss you so much and sometimes i’m stuck right where you left me,” he sobbed.

[what-gs-watching]

“Breathe it in baby, because I am EXUDING and I am one of a kind.”

Okay so, I fell behind in Doctor Who because I’ve been job searching for like seven fucking months and a few weeks ago one came up that could be a good fit so I was trying to super focus on doing well through the interview loop even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to amount to anything because I’d gone through a ton of interview loops by that point but 

Y’ALL, I GOT THAT JOB! My horrible, soul-sucking ordeal is finally over, the paperwork is signed and I have a start date and everything has settled. Which means, I can finally catch up on 15 and my girl Ruby. 

Let’s gooooo!

73 Yards

Alright, I know there was upset around this episode because everyone is like ‘what the eff does it mean?’ but ooooh, I really enjoyed it. It was creepy as HELL and it just never stopped.

Wherein, Ruby and the Doctor pop over to Wales (this mofo really spends much too much time in Wales) and while on a cliffside, he steps on something AGAIN!!!!! and everything goes wrong.

Baby boy, did you not learn anything from the mine? Do you not take a scan around when you land somewhere, or are you just too excited about being adorable in your little yellow jacket and the hat and the stripes? You look fantastic, I get it, but peep down at those cute ass boots once in a while. 

I have to say, I’m impressed by Millie Gibson in this episode. It’s a lot of pressure to put on her to carry the entire thing, and she did it really well. How devastating is it to have your best friend disappear, realize you’re being followed by some crazy apparition that literally scares anyone and everyone away from you? 

Without any explanation. That’s the part that gets me. She becomes a piranha with this horrific THING attached to her and everyone she begs for help leaves her. Eve her MOTHER! It’s a mind fuck.

And I really wasn't sure where the episode was going, so I was excited for Kate Lethbridge-Stewart to show up, I was like ‘yeah let’s get UNIT into this mess’ and then she’s affected too and oh hell, that’s like, the last line of defense. 

Ruby, completely and utterly alone. And they just make her live out her entire life like that. And she tries to fix it, of course, the whole thing with the Welsh politician was a really good attempt babe, I would have done the same thing but then that doesn’t even work?!

And so everyone is all ruffled because, what was the point of it, really? What was the message, what was the meaning??!

Was she actually the apparition? If not, who was she? And then, it just ends and none of it ever really happened at all and there’s absolutely no resolution. 

Why do we love making companions live these horrible alternate timelines? How many times did we make Amy live different lives? I feel like she at least remembered most of them. But with Ruby in this one, there’s no lesson. She learns nothing, neither of them do.

But still, I loved the creeping sense of unease, so I guess I don’t really need all the details.

Dot and Bubble

I’m simultaneously annoyed and intrigued by shows that keep telling me allegories about the dangers of technology and how dependent we are on it. So far, it’s mostly been annoyed, but oh my god y’all really hit the nail on the head with this one.

Wherein, a bunch of privileged youths are existing in a perfect society that enables them to basically LIVE social media, literally surrounded by a bubble that feeds them other people’s inanity all day long. 

One thing I have to say about this episode is that the angles are something else. Lindy, the girl we’re seeing everything through is alternately absolutely beautiful, and kind of weird looking? She’s got perfect social media face. Is that a weird thing to say? I stand by it. It’s like she’s covered in the perfect ring light. It was distracting. And probably part of the point. 

Basically, this girl has no idea that there are monsters in her fake ass society that are eating her friends, and she is very not into the Doctor and Ruby trying to help her. Like, they’re trying to get her out of danger, only to find out that she doesn’t have any idea how to walk without wearing her ‘bubble’ is so deeply disturbing. Watching this girl say “forward” to convince herself to move is amazing and upsetting on a lot of different levels. 

And then out of nowhere, media star Ricky September shows up and he literally starts giving her directions like the bubble would do and I’m like ‘okay that’s interesting’, we’re subverting the idea that this incredibly popular personality is a vapid idiot because it turns out he READS and he’s taking pity on this girl that is literally a shell of a person without the aid of technology. And it was so sweet. 

Basically, this episode is infuriating because at one point Lindy hugs Ricky and tells him she’s never been hugged before (even though we know she at least has a mother) but THEN later, when the Doctor tells her everyone is being killed in alphabetical order and Ricky is trying to fight off the dot that is literally trying to murder her, she RATS HIM OUT. His real last name starts with C, he should be dead already. 

Confusingly innocent and absolutely cut throat at the same time? I guess if you live your entire life exclusively online you don’t go through things that would actually cultivate compassion? Which honestly, is not an unfounded idea. That should make y’all feel queasy. 

And to make it all exponentially worse, they flat out tell the Doctor they can’t accept his help because he’s not “one of us”. Just straight up, really gross, really overt racism. 

15, honey, I get it, but please  don’t beg racists to let them save you. You’re too good for this world, babes. That gut wrenching shout though? Absolute perfection. And the tears. You marvelous thing. 

TL;DR Humanity is disgusting and technology will continue to feed our uglier tendencies. I felt that one deep in my damn bones.

Rogue

Okay hear me out. This episode is EVERYTHING. 

Y’all know I have a thing for boys in love. And I also have a thing for the Doctor flirting with basically anyone. I don’t particularly have a thing for the regency era necessarily, but I AM about incredible costumes and ridiculous plots. 

I was honest to god squealing this entire episode.

Wherein, 15 and Ruby show up to a ball in 1813 so they can pretend they’re in Bridgerton, meet a handsome young bounty hunting rake, talk a LOT about cosplaying, and deal with bird???! aliens???

There are a million details I loved in this one. The orchestra playing an instrumental version of “Bad Guy” and then later “Pokerface”. The absolutely incredible suit they put on 15. 

Not to mention: JONATHAN GROFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loved him in Mindhunter, loved him in Glee (before it got absolutely ridiculous and when I didn’t know any better) but holy shiiiiiit I would watch him as Rogue every. damn. day. 

River Song will always and forever be my number one love for the Doctor, but I was absolutely immediately charmed by Rogue. I’m not sure why, and it doesn’t really matter. 

How absolutely adorable was the psychic paper displaying “you’re hot”? Or the bit where the Doctor figures out Rogue’s ship is wired for sound and the system blares “Can’t Get Your Outta My Head” and he lip syncs along while Rogue dies of embarrassment? 

The entire episode was just two dorks flirting and my heart was so happy. I don’t know why, but when 15 started singing “Pure Imagination” while showing Rogue around the Tardis, I thought I was going to die. 

I love that he can be so carefree and fun and adorable, but also extremely emotional and unafraid to show it. We’ve seen so many different facets of 15 already, and his obvious and silly flirty self is definitely my favorite part so far. 

Also, the fact that the Chuldur (again, bird aliens I guess? Sure) were basically just a race that went around cosplaying other people was so camp. I’ve seen a lot of posts about how the newest theory is that 15 and Ruby are somehow in some weird sort of tv show universe this season, and this episode definitely fuels that a little bit. 

And maybe y’all are onto something with that, but I honestly don’t care to figure out what’s going on, I just want to be along for the ride.

Of course though, we can’t have an episode that’s all fun and games. The Doctor went all in on shooting his shot with Rogue and it distracted him and it put Ruby in trouble, because of course. Maybe we should stop promising random mothers that their kids are gonna be safe? Doctor, baby, you know that they aren’t always going to be safe. 

But if you weren’t charmed by Rogue before that point, you had to jump on his bandwagon when he pushes Ruby out of the transport trap and just says “Find me” before he’s blasted away with the stupid birds to some far off dimension. 

BALLER MOVE, baby boy. Baller ass move. Because ya know what? 15 is not going to be able to resist that. And you know how I know? Because that boy put your ring on his finger and I will ship the fuck out of you two forever and ever because of that. 

The doctor has definitely been known to  kiss people he’s only just met, but this time might be in the top 3. I thought Madame de Pompadour was good? Nah girl, ya bumped down. This kiss was better. Just me sat on the couch with heart eyes for days.

So yeah, I think I’ve decided I like letting a few stack up so I can watch them in a row. Watching them boomerang between crazy scenarios and thinking about all of that at the same time is more fun. 

I’m loving this season. It’s ridiculous, it’s different, it’s a bunch of things I didn’t even realize I wanted. Gimme more pleaaaaase.

[youraveragebtsstan]

💫✨ Supernatural, but it's an early 2000's teen drama. (Think 'The O.C' meets 'One Tree Hill' vibes) ✨💫

Imagine, it's a gorgeous Saturday afternoon in 2003. You're in the kitchen pouring a bowl of Resse's Puffs when you hear Ain't It Fun by Paramore from the living room TV. (Pretend this song was out then.) Knowing the hit TV show Supernatural's theme song by anywhere, you rush to the couch.

Since the hit TV show aired in the early 2000's, its all anyone can talk about. Staring heartthrobs Jensen Ackles and Jarred Padalecki, this show tells the story of brothers Sam and Dean as they navigate life raised by their father John since their mother Mary's pasisng.

🤫 Allow me to set the scene...

Tension between Sam and John has been brewing since Season 1, always butting heads on the littlest of things. Dean says it's because they're an awful alot alike but neither party seems to see it. After moving from school to school, town to town, by Season 3 it's at its peak.

Season 3 opens on an 18 year old Sammy filling out an application for Stanford. He does so in secret, knowing Dean would bitch about it and John- well John probably won't be around to care anyway. Thoughout the season we see him rebell, staying out late and going to parties he probably shouldn't be. Dean tries his best to reason with him, but Sam needs to come around on his own time.

By the season finale, tension is at an all time high. Dean reveals to Sam he knows he's leaving them for Stanford after stumbling across his acceptance letter. This prompts Sam and Dean to get into an argument which John overhears.

After some awkward back and forth, Dean eventually blabs to which John says, "Like the college?"

Sam says, "Yeah, Dad- the college."

Dean says, "Isn't that something? He didn't even tell us he applied."

More silence sits netween them before Sam asks John what he thinks. After some thought John says, "Well, if you want to go, go."

Sam looks shocked, "Really?" he asks.

"Yeah," John nods. "But if you're gonna go, you might as well stay gone."

Sam's heart drops, Dean grumbling at his father's carelessness.

This ensues a BIG argument between John and Sam, to which Sam eventually Sam says, "You know what, I will."

Sam heads upstairs to pack, Dean once again trying to be the peacemaker. Eventually the season ends with Sam walking out of the door with a classic one-liner that absolutely shocks the hearts of millions across the world.

Sam isn't actually seen in the following season (S4), giving the audience well needed view of Dean's devotion to John (but also because Jared begins his stint on Gilmore Girls.) His welcome back to the show occurs at the end of the next season where the Original Supernatural starts, but done with a little more class.

On the last episode of Season 5, we see the infamous Impala pulling up outside a college dorm. Someone steps out of the Impala but we can't tell who it is, not just yet anyway. The person walks up to the door and maybe contemplates ringing the doorbell. Eventually he sneaks in and we see him knock something over on the way in.

Upstairs a girl sound asleep hears a noise. Waking up, she shakes her boyfriend saying, "Babe. Babe, I think someone's downstairs." We got back to downstairs where the man is now looking around in the dark- but wait, there's someone behind him. Someone with a bat takes a swing at him, tackling him to the ground. They tussle back and forth, until the burglar is revealed. We zoom in to see Dean, laying on his back with a smile.

"Dean?" says familiar voice.

"Hiya Sammy," Dean replies.

Boom! Hard cut to Sam's face and the crown goes wild!!! Sam says Dean what he's doing there to which Dean says, "Dad went on a hunting trip and now he's missing. I need your help."

Cut to black, end of Season 5.

~~~~~~

Lol, dramatic I know, but I just get this awesome feeling of nostalgia whenever I imagine Supernatural as one of those teen drama, sentimental shows. (I've been binging those lately and they're all I can think about..lol)

[ffeelann]

Can I request a kenma fic? Share the reader is trying to make kenma jealous? Thank you!

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the way you looked at them was okay, was the exact same way you looked at absolutely anyone but animal you considered cute. the thing is that they were not looking at you like that.

he could not even distinguish if those looks were trying to ask you ''why did you choose him as you boyfriend'', it was either that or they were trying to look for something more than just a ''oh, are you the y/n? kenma's partner!''.

and you were not complaining, oh damn, that was one of his first thoughts when hw first ment you. you loved all kinds of attention and now you were living your best life.

dammit.

and plus, you complained about him doesnt being that affectionate, you kinda craved those pet names you used to call him.

—y/n, we're getting late— kenma tried to call your name, treating you just like always, since he was completely in love with the fact that you were a companion.

you were someone who would... come with him every single time.

but you didn't hear him, or you didn't... want to hear him.

so he walked to you, doing something he literally would never do. since he never called you nothing but your name, neither he showed physical affection on public.

but he went and took your hand from behind. this thing almost caught the whole team's attention in a second, since you stopped talking.

—babe. we're getting late.

now that's what you were talking about. that was what you really wanted.

you waved at everyone quickly, and you turned back to kiss his cheek and start walking.

—yes, baby, we're getting late.

he knew he would be made fun of for like a month at least because of being a sweetheart. and... he is getting late, but... with you. I guess you should make more of those kind of jealousy plans often. mostly, try to make him way more jealous, it appeared to be enough to make him do different thinks.

maybe you could experiment a bit more...