#squeezing my eyes shut like i can pretend i'm NOT posting this at the literal depthless void of night

[tenderhooked]

*peeks out from behind the curtain* heyyyyyy

if you have NOT been rendered sick and tired by my incessant daredevil-posting on this fine day, then you may be interested in this lil thing i made (and will continue to make for many moons to come)!

summary below:

It happens like this: The pain erupts along every synapse, like each nerve has been lit on fire and set to burn, and Matt crumples in on himself. In one ear, he listens as Hell’s Kitchen explodes simultaneously into a compressing silence and a cacophonous chaos. In the other, Foggy and Karen are telling him to breathe, breathe, please just breathe. But he can’t. He can’t. His bones are splitting apart— No. His bones are atomizing. They are disintegrating. Their heartbeats thrum together, faster and faster and faster until the silence consumes and then— —Matt stumbles forward and lands hard on his hands and knees. And he is here. It’s only been a second. But Karen and Foggy are gone, and they have been for a long, long time. [ or: matt gets blipped, and karen and foggy are left behind. five years later, matt finally comes back. ]

[tinymehilainen]

you know, it's funny.. i wrote this a couple of days ago. feels like today is the day to post it.

November 2024, somewhere in Slovenia.

"Jan, all you have to do is just take the phone and hold it to film me when I ask you to, okay?"

"That is not all you're asking me to do and you know it."

"It quite literally is."

"No, you're asking me to be involved in the moment your perverted boyfriend-"

"Hey!!"

"- whom I love very much too, sees you in a mini dress for the first time."

"First of all, I'll tell him you called him that- "

"He'd agree with me but go on."

"- and second of all, please Janči, just do it, okay? For me? Please? I'll owe you one."

".. Ugh, fine. But I will hold you to that."

"Yes, yes, of course. Okay now, I'll start the call myself, okay, get a close-up so he won't see the dress at first, just the wig. And then, when I hand you the phone just back away and get my full body, okay?"

"Don't try to direct me, Cvjetićanin, I know what I'm doing."

"He's calling!! Shut up, Jan."

"Mhm, let's both pretend I'm not here."

"Jereeeee, hi baby!"

"Boja- what is on your head?!"

"Do you like my new hairstyle?"

"Oh I love! Beauty hair for beauty Bojan!"

"Exactly, I wanted something that brings out my eyes."

"Very beauty eyes, yes ye- wait! Bojan! Where are your clothes? Are you naked? Dirty Bojan, naked with wig, what you have plans for this call?!"

"No Jerč, I'm not naked, I'm- just take the damn phone Jan - I'm aaalll dressed up for you, seee?"

"Bojan..."

"Jere? Are you there, did the connection freeze?"

"I'm here, Bojan. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Very sexy, very hot."

"Aww I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Not! Who is holding camera, is Jan? Jan are you there?"

".. No"

"Jan I hear you I know you are there."

"But I wish I wasn't."

"Go closer Jan, I need see closer. Show me the tiddies."

"Oh god."

"Janči, I'm sorry-"

"I am not sori, Jan, closer! Show me the Bojan tiddies now! Bojan squeeze the tiddies please.. Squeeze! Yeees, yes like that. Closer Jan!"

"And you said he wasn't a pervert..."

"Go to down Jan, slow. Slooow, I want see everything. Slower! I want enjoy."

"Bojan I swear to god..."

"I said I'll owe you, okay. Jerč! What do you think?"

"I want see leg, all the way down. Slower! Oh my god Bojan, your legs, I- wow, I have no words."

"You like my legs in this dress, do you?"

"Very much, I enjoy. I always enjoy my Bojan legs, but mini dress.. I want lick."

"Jerč, you're so bad, I'm in public!"

"Oh I know you Bojan, you enjoy. You do this yourself."

"I, on the other hand, do not-"

"Shut up, Jan."

"Jan, go up now, show me up, up, yees, like that, now go under the dress-"

"Nope, I'm done! Take the phone Bojan, you can show him your panties yourself."

"Jan, don't- Ugh, sorry Jerč, Jan is in a mood. And looks like we have to get back to work anyway."

"Work? This for music video?"

"You'll see!"

"Okei, but I still want see under the dress, Bojan. You show me?"

"I can't right now, Jerč..."

"But you can take dress home, yes? Say yes, Bojan."

".. yes I'll take the dress home."

"And show me underwear?"

"And I'll show you my underwear, you perv."

"I am pervert yes, and you love it."

"... I love it."

[man-im-so-high]

kimi writer era i am SEATED.

for the prompts!!!!: “You pretending that cushion is me?”

//EMPTY BED// - m.h. x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff!

w/c: 1k words

a/n: this is my first official blurb!! i'm shitting my pants posting this 💀 ANYWAYS THANKS JAYE FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST ILYSM

//masterlist//

the clock kept ticking, driving you mad.

on the one hand whenever there's shitty moments or nothing happening at all, time won't pass - it stretches like gum. on the other hand, the good moments pass way too quickly. time itself is pacing, always.

right now time won't pass though.

you've been alone at matty’s concrete bunker of a home for a month already now. the longer you spend your time here, the more you realize that it's actually quite cozy somehow. everything in itself seems cold and harsh but together it creates some sort of comfortable, relaxing and balanced atmosphere.

but without matty it's once again cold and harsh. it's like the whole house loses its charm when he's not here.

the bed is colder than usual, everything is quiet - no music playing from his vinyl player, no typing on the typewriter, no jamming on his guitar, nothing - there's no smell of pancakes in the kitchen, the bathroom doesn't smell like his perfume and there is no mess. you're surprised that a thing that usually pisses you off has now become something you miss.

so here you are, on his couch, cuddling with a pillow while the TV is on in the background. there's some sort of reality tv show on but you didn't pay attention to it, you just need noise, the feeling of not being alone.

matty is currently on tour in north america. with you having to stay in london, seeing him is nearly impossible. only nearly though, but seeing him on facetime or hearing his voice on a simple call is surprisingly very hard as well.

on his days off it's easier. he's more flexible with his time management when there is no huge concert at night with the sound checks and everything beforehand.

he's currently in new york, playing one of their biggest shows ever tonight. he's excited, you know that. he has been excited for months now, basically ever since he found out that they could play there.

“i can't wait, oh my god. i will literally- explode!”

“on stage?”

“fuck yes i will, just imagine: we play sex and i just explode.”

“twitter would eat that up.”

“right?!”

but he has also been worried.

worried because it's a huge venue, worried because it's being recorded, worried because you're not there to calm his mind.

you glance at the TV - advertising, of course. you peek over at your phone. it's 3:24 am. usually you'd be lying in bed together at this time, cuddling, in deep sleep.

but right now the bed is cold - ice cold - and the cool concrete walls don't make it any better. you love this place but it's not the same without him.

you calculate in your mind. he's in new york, you're in london so the concert must be over by now. thus the waiting continues.

you look back to the tv. the reality tv show is over and now there's some sitcom playing. it's friends! finally, something funny to help you pass time.

a few minutes pass and your phone lights up. 3:31am.

“hey, you awake?”

another text

“concert’s over”

you instantly grab your phone.

“i'm awake! hope you had fun xx”

he quickly answers and asks:

“you wanna ft when i'm at the hotel?”

“of course :))”

finally you decide to turn off the TV and let silence and darkness take over the room. you take the cushion you've been lying on and holding and make your way up to the bedroom.

instantly, you miss matty. he's a living heater - and a comfortable one to say the least.

so when you lay back down, you lay on the cushion as if you were lying on matty's chest. if you squeeze your eyes shut, just enough, then you can almost hear his heartbeat. or maybe it's just your lack of sleep, who knows.

the tiredness comes creeping in, a yawn escapes your lips. in the same moment your phone lights up.

a facetime call by no other than matty.

happily you pick up.

“good morning, sunshine” an exhausted smile on his lips. he's happy to see you but the weariness from performing is evident.

his hair is damp, he probably just came out of the shower.

he's in bed as well, the bedside table lamp illuminating his face with a warm light from the side, throwing soft shadows on his face.

“good night” you tiredly greet him, a smile adorning your face when you see him.

“how was the concert?”

“oh it was great!” he started to ramble about the crowd, how the band harmonized, how the security and the whole team was great and how everything was perfect.

his soft voice and his endless talking could send you to sleep right then and there-

“hey! no sleeping yet! tell me about your day… or night.”

“uh, i didn't do anything special. i just laid around and was on my phone, i watched some TV and laid on this cushion because you're not there.” you point at the cushion that you're currently lying on.

matty seems to recognize the way you're lying on the cushion.

“wait, wait, wait, are you pretending that cushion is me?”

“maybe, i did. but then i had to realize it's a better cuddler than you are.” you tease him.

he laughs at that. “you're just saying that because you already forgot how good i am.”

a loud yawn leaves your mouth.

“is someone getting tired?” he chuckles and grins. you're so cute when you're tired.

“what do you expect? it's late.”

“get some sleep, sleepyhead.”

“can you stay on the phone with me?”

his grin grows even wider, he could melt at your cuteness.

“of course i will.”

a short moment of silence.

“so, what do you want me to do?”

“i don't know, just talk. tell me a story or something.”

and that's what he does. he knows you know all the stories, he loves talking - you love listening. he talks and talks, his voice almost as soft as the cushion you're resting on, slowly lulling you to sleep.

[marys-little-cringes]

Burns

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Romance, Post-Canon, Curtain Fic Crowley scratched his burned hip and grinned. His eyes flashed yellow in the Bentley's rear-view mirror.

He hadn't felt physical pain in centuries. The itching of the feet in the cathedral in the forties didn't count. It was nothing compared to what he had experienced, having done too many good things by the end of the nineteenth century. That girl in the cemetery was the last straw. Since then, Crowley had sworn to himself that he would not take a step without a bottle of holy water. No one would dare to hurt him with impunity, especially not one of them.

The burns itched under the patches and healed reluctantly, but this time he was glad. Happy. He adored each and every one of them. He wanted more. He was ready to become a firebrand himself.

As he was scratching his palm, he caught Aziraphale's eyes on him.

''Crowley—''

''Keep your eyes on the road,'' the demon waved away. ''If you think I've come to terms with everything you're doing with my Bentley, you're wrong. God forbid you — ugh! — scratch her.'' With an even more worried look, Aziraphale's eyes travelled up the bandaged arm.

''Crowley.''

''Don't even get started on me, Angel,'' Crowley rolled his eyes. ''We've talked about it a hundred times! Focus on the road.''

Aziraphale only sighed heavily, but obeyed. Crowley knew that the he kept squinting at him all the way. He was already thinking of setting his watch by the angel.

He didn't care and yet he was also a little flattered. He could have driven the car himself perfectly well, his burned hands wouldn't have been a hindrance to him, but Aziraphale was looking at him with that special look that only he was capable of. Crowley couldn't refuse him.

‘'Crowley, when we "talked about this a hundred times," you promised to be careful!’' the angel finally blurted out.

Crowley was waiting for this. He had been waiting since this morning. Aziraphale didn't know how to pretend that everything was okay when something was bothering him. Literally, his whole being began to scream as soon as he tried to hold something back and it was evident in everything: in the anxious sighs, in the cursory glances, in the busyness of his hands, in the incessant fidgeting in his seat.

‘'Crowley, I'm telling you this now in all seriousness, I give you my word that I’m not going to do this anymore if you can't keep your word.’'

‘'You're not going to do what?’' the demon chuckled. '‘You're not going to have fun to spite me? Well, that's a threat!’'

''Cro-o-owley…''

''Okay, okay, just kidding!'' Crowley raised his bandaged hands in a gesture of helplessness. ''Trust me, I like this, Angel.''

''He likes it!'' Aziraphale clicked his tongue, almost jumping on the spot from the overflowing indignation. ''I... I... I'll tie your hands next time, that's what!''

Crowley choked on a laugh.

'‘If you're into it, Angel, you can tie me up completely.'’

Aziraphale shut his mouth, unable to find anything to say, and blushed.

''Eloquent,'' Crowley summed up.

''You said that you just like to watch,'' the angel finally squeezed out, confused. ''If I had known that you would touch, I would never have agreed.''

''But it's true, I like to watch,'' Crowley looked at him and involuntarily broke into a dreamy smile. ''You're gorgeous.''

Aziraphale's only response was to blush even more than before.

''I don't want to hurt you, Crowley,'' he said plaintively, hunching over the wheel. ''There's nothing in the world I'm more afraid of than hurting you.''

''Oh, Angel...'' Crowley reached out to his cheek, passed the back of his hand, Aziraphale leaned towards him. ''My dear Angel, nothing can hurt me anymore. Two thousand years sounds more painful to me than what I feel touching you. It's not a pain, it's a blessing.''

‘'This is the price of a blessing,’' he added mentally.

His angel was shining next to him — Crowley would give anything for that. A flash of blinding light, a loud voice woven of millions, an innumerable multitude of blazing eyes and wings shining with unearthly whiteness. Crowley could have died for this, and burned palms and angel handprints on his hips are a ridiculously low price to pay.

In truth, Crowley wasn't thinking at all last night. The desire to touch the radiant face, frozen in a moment of ecstasy, was so strong that he could not help himself, even if he really wanted to. Perhaps if Aziraphale hadn't caught on in time, his hands would have been burned to dust. The human shell failed Crowley this time. However, he didn't spare a second: Aziraphale was in front of him, naked in his true form. In all his deadly splendor. He felt so good, and it was all thanks to Crowley. The rest didn't matter, really.

Every moment after being deprived of his Divine Spark was agony for Crowley. An angel was created with it, an angel cannot be an angel without it. That's right, otherwise it wouldn't be a punishment for... transgressions against Her will. That Spark was ripped out of Crowley, and with it the wings, and with it the chance to touch his angel. Crowley loved his human shell with obsessive love and for no reason in the world would he be ready to leave it, even if all the troops of Hell would come to him this minute and proclaim him the new ruler.

Hell be damned, Heaven be blessed! This place is where he can be with his angel. The burns will go away. Now they're together — to the end of this fucking world and beyond.

The Bentley pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. Aziraphale was puzzled, turning the steering wheel and pedaling, when Crowley grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled towards him. The angel giggled shyly into his lips, and the demon looked at him and couldn't tear his gaze away.

[eeveebitches]

not him. || Endverse!Castiel || Smut

Pairing: Endverse!Castiel x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.328

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Masturbation (that's all Cas), voyeurism (hey, that's you!), dirty talk to the MAX, name-calling, facial (GN receiving), a few lines of degradation, self-hatred taken literally via endverse!cas shit-talking og cas

Summary: Endverse!Cas shows you that he's not the angel he used to be

A/n: My first ever Tumblr fic post! This is just an old-ish AO3 piece of mine, but I'll be posting new fics soon! I just wanted to keep it simple for my first post here :^)

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"Are you seriously jerking off?"

Castiel nods lazily, shooting you a smile that's all teeth.

All you were doing was asking him some questions about the future. How he ended up the way he did, what life with a very limited amount of toilet paper was like, if he remembered any winning lottery numbers- you know, the pressing matters. What you hadn't expected was for him to suddenly ask you a question instead.

"Would you mind if I touched myself?"

You stilled at that. He didn't seem very fazed by the question he asked, a light smirk adorning his features as he raised his brows. Refusing to let him get the best of you, you neutralized the previous shock on your face, nodding.

"... sure, go ahead. Not like it's anything special, right?" He laughed at that, mumbling a small 'right' as he let his hand snake down. You obviously didn't think he'd actually do something. At most he'd grab his junk a bit to freak you out– to keep up his amphetamined walls and keep you from actually getting some actual emotional connection, you thought.

You thought wrong.

And now here you are, gawking at the fallen angel as he slowly rubs his cock from inside his loose pants. He's staring at you, eyes boring into your skull as he quietly pants at each loose-handed stroke. His toothy grin hasn't faltered, like he's taunting you to speak– to keep talking like he wasn't doing anything. To be as confident in your neutrality of the situation as you were minutes prior.

Doing so feels like a trap in itself, though. Like you'd be admitting to being just as sexually deviant as him.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asks playfully before pulling his hand away, only to spit in his palm. As you think of something to say he continues his lazy pace, although now the sound of his slicked-up hand is filling your ears. Scared that you might stutter, you simply shake your head. He laughs at that- at you. "Past me was far too reserved with you. You're enjoying this, I can tell." You frown at the mention of his past self– your Castiel. You finally muster up the courage to speak. "Not like you're not him."

Castiel scoffs at that before unceremoniously pulling his erection out, letting your eyes take in all of him as he tightens his grip. "Oh, I'm definitely not him, sweetheart. That sad fuck could never come close to what I could do to you," he groans out, eyes squeezing shut as he relishes in the friction of his palm. He opens his eyes back up to look at you, though, and when he sees you he can't help but let out a rough chuckle. Your eyes are heated.

He leans back further, pulling the front of his pants down to give you a better view of his leaking cock as he continues fisting his hand, the sound of wet skin rubbing against skin becoming louder by the second. "Enjoying the view?"

All you can muster up is a strained groan. Your hands are sweating, but you don't want to wipe them off on your jeans. He'd see the effect he has on you, and you refuse to give him that satisfaction. You'd rather just pretend you're not melting into a puddle at the sight of the usually angelic being fucking into his hand.

"You know," he huffs out, "I always pretend it's your mouth around me. That- fuck- , that you take my cock deep, like the little slut I'm sure you are." Castiel's movements are frantic now, pushing his loose blouse up to hold up between his teeth as he ruts against his hand, head thrown back as low moans climb up his throat and roll off of his lips.

You don't dare to move. Heat is pooling at the pit of your stomach, threatening to spill into your actions, but you remain still as you watch him. His now revealed stomach is glistening with newly formed sweat and visibly stuttering at each heavy-handed stroke. Then your eyes go lower, admiring the happy trail that leads your glance down to his cock.

“Want a closer look?” he half-chuckles half-groans out, and before you can reply he’s suddenly much too close . You can feel his heavy breaths against your neck as his head hangs low, practically nuzzled into your collarbone. 

One look down and you can see it all. The veins of his rough hand that he’s using to stroke himself, the pre-cum threatening to spill over onto his fist, even the way his thumb sometimes rolls over the head of his cock. Any time he does so you can hear and feel his breath hitch against you.

“I wanna fill you up so fucking bad, just– fuck, just pump into that tight hole of yours,” he moans out sinfully against the shell of your ear. It’s all too much for you, so the needy moan that you let out is your way of giving up; your white flag.

Castiel’s moans grow louder after that, like your surrender is an aphrodisiac to him. “I knew you’d love this, you fucking slut. You like being defiled by me. Old me would’ve never done this with you, because he was a pussy, but me? I, shit– I would bend you over and fuck the lights out of you. I’d make you forget that whiny fuck of an angel with my cock.”

You let out another desperate moan, squeezing your eyes in the hopes that it’ll make it all less stimulating. His breaths come out heavier by the second, leaving your neck damp with his condensation and your own sweat. Your eyes are still aimed low, entranced as you watch his pace quicken.

"Shitshitshiiiiiit, fuck come here, let me- shit, let me cum on your face, god, c'mon," he gasps out. You’re ashamed as to how easily you let yourself fall back onto the ground as he positions himself to hover above your chest, giving you an up-close view as he chases his orgasm.

With a broken moan he finishes, ripping a gasp out of your lungs as he covers your face with ropes of cum. It’s hot, yet as you curiously lick some off your lips you can’t help but hum at the sweetness of it. 

Castiel’s breathy chuckle rips you from your hazy state. His cheeks are still flushed, forehead still glistening with sweat and his hair tousled beyond belief. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he hums out teasingly as he carefully tucks his length back into his pants. After standing up, he grabs a tissue box, handing it to you with a smirk you know you won’t be able to get rid of. 

“Wouldn’t want Dean seeing you like this, would you? ” The way you roll your eyes is forced, something he can immediately tell as you bite the inside of your cheek. The delighted twinkle in his eyes makes your stomach churn, and for once you decide to not take on the challenge of seeming nonchalant. You simply look away from Castiel’s amused gaze, wiping off the remaining release and quickly standing up yourself.

“I’m leaving,” you hiss out as you finally get to wipe the sweat of your hands on your jeans. With a huff you throw the soiled tissue into the nearest garbage can, walking to the closed door ready to open it.

“Wait.”

The sigh that leaves your body is heavy as you turn around. Your attempt at hiding your previous flush is futile– your lips still stutter as you look at him, memories from moments before immediately flooding back. “What is it?”

Castiel walks up to you, runs his thumb over your bottom lip and sucks off the remaining cum off his finger, his eyes on yours the entire time. With a sinful ‘pop' he finishes cleaning his thumb off.

He smirks.

“Told you I’m not him.”

[fueledbyapplepi]

Unreal Admiration | Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- The boys with an s/o who simps over fictional characters.

warnings: minor cussing, slight suggestive content

genre: fluff, crack (?)

A/N: This was actually a request but my dumb ass accidentally posted an empty draft on the ask so I have to delete it. I'm so sorry! ( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀) I hope that the anon who requested this will be able to see it.

Chifuyu Matsuno

"Partners of Culture". That's what you and your boyfriend would like to call the two of you.

Other than the love you have for each other, another thing that you and Chifuyu have in common is your love for anime and mangas.

But the difference between you and him is that he's into it for the stories only. He just finds shoujo mangas interesting enough. While you, on the other hand, have an undying fondness for 2D Characters.

He understands you tho. After all, it's normal for the weeb culture, right?

He likes seeing you admire these characters. But sometimes, he gets a bit worried by how much you simp over them.

You two were currently on a date in Akihabara. Chifuyu was the one who invited you in one of his free time. There's no better way to spend his day off other with you anyway.

While you two were wandering around the busy streets, a certain familiar standee caught your eye.

"Holy shit. Chi, can you take a picture of us?" You handed your phone to your boyfriend who looks confused for a moment.

And there you were, scurrying off to a standee of Kuroo Tetsuro. One of the characters you've been simping on for what seems like forever.

Chifuyu can't help but feel happy seeing you smile. But while he's busy taking photos of you, he can't help but worry.

You always rant about how hot and good Kuroo is. What if you leave him and find someone more "Kuroo-like"?

After a hundred photos later, you can't help but crack another smile at the photos Chifuyu took. But, your boyfriend on the other hand was dead silent.

"Chifuyu, what's wrong?" You frowned at your boyfriend who seems to be in deep thought.

"Oh, it's nothing Y/N" he managed to crack a smile at you. Which you know he's just faking.

"No. Tell me what's wrong." You held both of his hands, squeezing them as if you're telling him that you won't stop until he talks about it.

"Well, I was just worried." He started. "What if you find someone like Kuroo? I don't even play volleyball and I'm not as tall as him and- OW! Y/N what was that for?"

You flicked your boyfriend's forehead. "You idiot! He's not real Chi, and you know that. And besides, even if he is, I wouldn't trade you for anyone in this world" You smiled at him. "I may be the biggest simp for him but it's nothing compared to how much I simp on you."

Chifuyu can't help but blush at your statement. Embarrassment washing over him.

Well, maybe you're right. Your love for him is something he holds on to. Even if it's against fictional characters.

Ran Haitani

Ran wasn't much of an anime watcher. Not because he doesn't like it but just because he's busy running Roppongi along with Rindou.

So when he found out that you're a weeb, he was actually quite interested.

Whenever there are days where he has nothing much to do - which is rare - he spends it with you. Either he'll treat you on fancy dates when he feels like it or he binge watches anime with you on your couch.

Although the latter was the one he's into recently.

He genuinely enjoys it tho. How you two will be cuddled over the couch while you two watch over how Gojo beats the shit out of the cursed spirit, Jogo.

What Ran enjoys more is seeing you gush over Gojo and using it to tease the shit out of you.

"Damn. He's hot and the strongest. What more can you ask for?" You smiled as you two were watching JJK. Your mind wandering off to another planet where you're a sorcerer.

"Stop talking about me. I'm right beside you, Y/N." Ran teased. His hands slithering on your waist and slightly squeezing it.

"I'm literally talking about Gojo, babe. Not you." You sighed as you returned your attention on the television. A tickle of wind running on your ear.

"He's not real though." Ran whispered as he slightly bit your ear. "And besides, I'm hot. And not to mention strong too" he said as he winked at you.

"Baby, I bet you couldn't even beat him" you teased. Fighting the urge to laugh at Ran's random teasing.

"Yeah. But that's because his not real." He smirked. "Are you really defending a FICTIONAL character right now Y/N? And in front of your boyfriend?" He clutched his hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Ran, do you really have to emphasize the fictional?" You rolled your eyes. Knowing where this is going.

"Yup. Baby, I don't care if you have a crush on even 500 of them. They're all ain't real." Ran laughed. He's confident as your husbandos and waifus have nothing over him.

He exists. They don't.

"Shut up you cocky bastard. Just enjoy the show." You huffed, turning around and focusing again on the series.

Ran tightened his grip on your waist as he left a kiss on your neck. Leaving a trail of shiver running down your spine.

"Bet your 2D characters can't do this to you." He smirked.

He's right tho. They never can and they never will.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou was kind enough to keep up with your interests. But he doesn't get it.

Having a love for anime is alright for him. Although he doesn't have any interest in it at all, he tolerates it for you. What confuses him though is how the fuck can you simp over them.

For him, they're just a bunch of drawn characters who you can only see on mangas and TVs. How can you admire something that isn't real?

And what's annoying him most is that there are times that you blabber about how much you like them.

Of course, he'll pretend that it doesn't get to him. They're just 2D characters, what exactly could they do for you? Nothing.

Well, he's wrong.

While Rindou was out beating up people, your long-awaited packaged has arrived. Of course, as the weeb at heart that you are, you couldn't contain your excitement from opening it.

Your 5ft pillow, which has Levi printed on it has finally arrived.

Oh, what a time to be alive.

You hugged the pillow. Feeling how soft and fluffy it was, it drifted you off to dreamland.

This was the sight that welcomed Rindou when he arrived home. His beautiful s/o hugging a 2D character who probably can't even reach him.

Rindou didn't like the sight of it. And he's not having any of it.

Although he tolerates your love for 2D characters, he doesn't like this idea. Not when he's supposed to be the one you're hugging right now.

Rindou harshly pulled the pillow which awakened you from your nap.

"Rindou? Welcome home." You smiled sheepishly, sleep still drooping in your eyes.

"What the fuck is this?" Rindou asked, pointing to the pillow he's tightly clutching now.

You sat up. Quite surprised by your boyfriend's outburst. "Oh, that was the package I was talking about the other day. Nice isn't it?"

"No." Rindou threw the pillow away from across the room "If you want to keep it, leave it there. Or I'll burn it." He quickly laid next to you, and looked at you with a face screaming "cuddle with me"

"Rindou, he's not real. Are you jealous?" You laughed. Hugging your boyfriend who's now acting like a baby.

"No. The fuck? You just look like a pervert hugging that." He eased into your arms as he glared at you.

"Baby, they're 2D okay? I just like them that's all. And I love you" you caressed your boyfriend's cheek who's now having a faint blush.

"Tch. Whatever" Rindou replied as he closed his eyes. Deciding that having a nap with you is better than getting mad over a damn pillow.

Although he still can't decide whether to throw that pillow or not.

[avenging-fandoms]

Pumpkin Eater

*requested by anonymous *hey bebs 💕 could you write something where chris cheated on the reader and he sees her with sebastian and gets jealous 🥺 *in which y/n and chris were engaged to be married in 7 months, but she caught him cheating. leaving her homeless, her friend sebastian let her stay with him. *warning: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, drinking, fluff *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

this is going to be a series!!

“oh my fucking god” you breathed and dropped your bags, the door hitting the wall catching the attention of chris and the girl on top of him. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” they both scrambled and she got her clothes on fast, running out the door.

chris wrapped himself in the blanket, shaking his head and putting his hand up. "yn, i promise, this wasn't supposed to happen"

"oh bullshit, chris! did you think i wouldn't find out? my god, chris, we're fucking engaged!" you ran your fingers through your hair, chris still tightening the blanket around his waist. "4 years. 4 years down the drain, for what? for some fun?" your lip quivered and you shook your head.

"yn, please, i can explain" you scoff, running your tongue over your lips as you shift your weight to one leg with your arms across your chest as you looked at him.

"you can explain what? you cheated! there's no fucking excuse!" you exclaim, grabbing a bag from the closet and shoving random articles of clothes in it, as well as the ones you just bought.

"where are you going? no, please don't leave" chris begged and grabbed your wrist, and you chuckle as you ripped it out of his grip.

"if you don't want me to leave, you shouldn't have cheated and had some random girl riding your dick. i'm calling off the wedding" you threw the ring at his chest and slammed the bedroom door behind you. you shoved the bag into the back of your car, starting your car and gripping the steering wheel. you squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your forehead onto the wheel, your shoulders shaking as you sob.

your phone started to ring and you took a deep breath, sniffling and taking a few breaths before answering it. your elbow leaned against the door, eyes closed with your fingers against your forehead. "hey yn!" sebastian beamed over the phone and you smile softly, feeling a little better to hear how happy he sounded.

"you called at literally the best time. is it alright if i come over?"

"sure! door's unlocked, i've got drinks in the fridge, i'll see you soon then!" you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, putting it away and blasting music as you drove off to sebastian's.

-

30 minutes later you pulled into sebastian's driveway and turned down the music before shutting off your car. you grabbed your bag and took a breath before sulking over to his door. you knocked softly and tapped your toes together as you waited for sebastian to open the door. you heard his footsteps and the door swung open, your puffy eyes meeting his sweet, bright smile.

"hey doll! oh no, why are you sad?" your lip quivered after the question and you let out a sob, sebastian catching you as you fell into him, he scrunches his eyebrows confused and wraps his arms around you.

"i-i caught him in bed-" sebastian shushed you softly and held your head, bringing you and your bag inside his house.

"you don't have to tell me anything until you're ready, okay? i'll be here to listen. for now, i'll just hold you until you have no more tears" he smiled and kissed your head, the both of you sitting on the couch. he put your legs over his lap, comforting you. you hiccuped once you stopped crying, playing with the hem of sebastian's shirt.

"he was in bed.. with that bitch i asked about a couple months ago" you sighed and sebastian scoffed, shaking his head.

"what did he say before? when you asked about her before" sebastian rubbed your arm and you laughed.

"an old hometown friend who moved to california. and i believed it, even though i met all his friends from home"

"what an asshole, you don't deserve that" sebastian whispered and kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"and.. with me being over here now, if it's not any incon-"

"yes, you are more than welcome to stay. my guest bedroom is finally finished" you smile and hug him tightly, sebastian rubbing your back. "love you yn"

"love you more, seb, thank you" you whisper and snuggle your cheek into his shoulder.

the next day sebastian helped you pack your things from the house you and chris shared. you guys put some boxes in storage and some boxes to sebastian's house. chris came back to the house as you closed the trunk of your car.

"yn? hey, please listen to me" chris begged and and you clicked your seatbelt in the passenger seat.

"she's not talking to you right now. you hurt her, very bad, chris" sebastian glared, backing up and getting into the driver's seat. chris yelled things about you getting with sebastian as payback but it was muffled. sebastian reached over and grabbed your thigh and you shook your head as you placed your hand on top of his.

"i told myself i wouldn't cry about it anymore.. but i can't help it" you sniffled and at a red light, sebastian wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"you're allowed to be sad, yn. it's your choice how long you want to be sad, no one else's, okay?" he whispered and you nodded, kissing his palm and you widened your eyes.

"sebastian, i didn't mean to do that" you rambled on and he chuckled, holding your wrists and kissing each knuckle and your palms. "oh" you sighed, dropping your shoulders and sebastian looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"see? don't be sorry, it's comforting" he smiled and you nodded slowly, licking your lips. "you want to go somewhere to eat?" you nodded and he sat the right way again. luckily there was no one behind you two because you sat through a green light. the light turned green again and he took off, heading to the place you wanted to eat before heading to his house.

sebastian pulled into his driveway and opened your door for you. you think him as he takes your hand into the house. "are there any.. house rules?"

"uhm.. food is free reign, bathroom upstairs, the guest room is right across from- what's wrong?" you rubbed your arm and shrugged, looking around the house then meeting sebastian's eyes.

"i didn't mean to make your life any more crazy" you apologize to him and stare at your toes.

"hey, look at me" sebastian said but you refused. he held your chin softly and tilted your face up to look at him. "you could never be a burden to me, i promise. i've always wanted a roommate who wasn't crazy"

"well.. i'm pretty crazy now" you smiled and he laughed, shaking his head.

"no, definitely not. chris is crazy for cheating on an amazing, smart, sexy girl like you" he grinned and your cheeks felt hot. "there's that shy smile"

"you think i'm sexy?" i whisper, stepping a little closer to sebastian.

"who wouldn't?" he whispered back, his mouth inches from yours. "goodnight yn"

"goodnight seb" he kissed your forehead and headed to his room. you sighed contently with a smile on your face, heading to the guest room. it was still scattered with some boxes, the closet half filled with clothes and the dresser topped with a mirror and a tv.

you got ready for bed and cuddled tight under the sheets, deleting the new texts you got from chris about the cheating, about sebastian, about everything. you went on social media, which is a bad idea after a break up. 'chris evans' was trending, and it was filled with thousand of tweets about the break up. your chest felt heavy and it felt like your throat was closing. "seb..seb.." you ripped the blankets off of you and you knocked on his door frantically.

"come in" you swung the door open and he dropped his clothes in his hamper. "what's wrong, doll?"

"they're a-all talking about it" you cried in choppy breaths, sebastian's eyebrows furrowing. you handed him your phone and he scrolled through the tweets, shaking his head and putting your phone next to his on the nightstand. "h..how did they find out?! i didn't post anything, remove any pictures, or say anything about you. how is it out?!"

"apparently he let it slip in an interview. plus i guess he confided in the wrong person and they told the press" sebastian rubbed your back and you let out a soft cry, falling into him. "you're going on a social media detox. i'm going to take your phone for a couple days and we're going to enjoy the world, okay?" you nod and sniffle, nodding and wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

"i'm sorry for dumping all of this on you" you said softly and you looked up at him.

"never apologize for your feelings" he whisper and i nodded, leaning forward and kissing his chest.

"thank you seb" your tone was soft as you leaned back against his bed. sebastian was still processing the kiss to his chest you left, a soft smirk playing on his lips. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, and sebastian didn't want to move you. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, kissing your forehead before shutting off the side lamp and falling asleep with an arm draped over you.

-

you woke up the next day with your arms wrapped around sebastian's arm. your eyes felt heavy and puffy, but you didn't want to move out of your very comfortable spot. you watched sebastian chest rise up and down slowly with every breath he took, his arm tucked under his head with his face turned away from yours.

you never really looked at sebastian, but you were glad you were getting the chance to right now. he shifted and you panicked, closing your eyes again to pretend you were sleeping. you heard him sigh and felt his bicep flex, and it was so hard to bite back your smile and grip it in your hands.

sebastian slowly pulled his arm away from your grip and pushed your hair out of your face before he got out of bed. sebastian headed into his bathroom and locked the door, your eyes shooting open. your arms pushed up the soft sheets as you stretched your limbs. you reached over for your phone, seeing a lot of missed calls, texts and notifications from almost every social media app you had.

sebastian's phone vibrated and you jumped when you heard the water turn on in the shower, sebastian badly singing as he showered. you sighed and peeked at his screen, seeing a lot of texts from chris.

"this is crazy" you sighed, placing a pillow over your face and wanting to scream. you had almost fallen asleep again before you heard the water shut off. you took the pillow off of your face and pretended to just be waking up as he came out of the bathroom.

"well, good morning roomie" sebastian smiled and you sat up, gasping softly with wide eyes as you noticed sebastian dripping in water with his towel loosely tied around his waist.

“good morning. i didn’t mean to take up your bed last night. all that crying just really took it out of me"

“no problem, i understand. my bed is big enough for the both of us. no bother” he smiled and took another towel to dry his hair. you brushed your hair out of your face and sighed.

"uhm, i'm gonna go shower. probably unpack too. you can come help if you want" you started to walk towards his door but you heard him whistle. you tighten your face and turn around slowly, sebastian's hand on his hip with the other out palm facing up.

"i seem to remember there were 2 phones on my nightstand, and now there's only one. give it here" you grunt and slightly stomp as you slapped the phone in his hand. "this is for your own sake, it's to better you and your mind!" sebastian smiled and you rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that you were mad at sebastian but you couldn't help the corners of your mouth curling up.

"yeah, yeah. whatever" you push his shoulder and he laughs. "i'll be in my room, then i'm gonna shower"

"okay. and hey," you turned around in his door frame, your hand on the wood as you looked over your shoulder to sebastian. "you and me"

you smile, nodding softly. "you and me, seb"

[kudzushadow]

There for You | Part 1 of 3 | A Harlivy Fanfiction

Summary: After Harley finds Ivy in tears on the floor of the bathroom, realization dawns on her about how hard the past year had been on Ivy, from literally dying (1x12) to mind control. (2x12) They have a heartfelt conversation about the events leading up to the moment, and learn that sometimes it's ok to confide in the ones you care for. (Based on the scene from Eat Bang! Kill Tour: Issue #1)

Hurt/Comfort | TW: Past trauma mentions, slight hints of past abuse. | Spoilers for Harley Quinn: The Animated Series & Eat Bang! Kill Tour: Issue #1

See bottom for extra notes!

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"...Ive?" Harley's eyes widened as she rounded a corner and was greeted with a sight that made her heart ache.

Ivy sat on the bathroom floor, head buried in her hands as her whole body shook with sobs. 

Harley was immediately kneeling by her side, arms wrapping protectively around her girlfriend without a second of hesitation. "Shh. It's alright, Ive. Everything's going to be ok…" Ivy had been acting strange since the wedding, but she hadn't been willing to open up to Harley. Now Harley was beyond worried, it was clearly more serious than the redhead had been letting on.

Ivy immediately relaxed into the blonde, tucking her face into Harley's chest. Eventually her sobs quieted down, but Harley could feel her trembling as she held her. While she tried to figure out what to say, she rubbed Ivy’s back comfortingly. 

After a couple moments of silence, after holding Ivy, feeling her tremble, listening to her uneven breathing… seeing her tear stained cheeks… realization began to dawn on Harley. God, she was so stupid and oblivious! She’d been so focused on her own feelings, she hadn’t even begun to consider Ivy’s… and how hard it must’ve been, being stuck in the middle of everything. 

“Ivy… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry… I’ve been so caught up in my own feelings, I hadn’t given any thought to how heavy all of this must weigh on you…” She brushed a strand of hair from Ivy’s face before continuing. “You’ve been through so much this past year, and I’ve been a pretty shitty friend. I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve helped you, should’ve protected you… and if I could go back in time and do it all differently, I would. A thousand times over.”

“...but I can’t, and that’s something I’ll regret as long as I live. Yet you’ve always been there for me, even when I created huge messes… when I joined the Legion of Doom, when I went back to Joker, when I released an army of parademons, when the Injustice League froze me… god, that last one sucked. Yet you rescued me. You always rescue me, Ive. Always help me. Always take care of me, even though I’m not sure I deserve it most of the time…” Harley looked away, shutting her eyes for a moment before forcing herself to continue. “...Ivy, you don’t have to pretend to be strong in front of me. You’re hurting… and that’s ok. We all hurt sometimes, but that doesn’t make us weak… or… or less human. I’m here now though. I want to share that burden with you, if you’ll let me.” Harley looked back at Ivy, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you, Ive. I love you so much… and if you ever… yknow, want to talk about… well, anything at all, really… I just want you to know I’m here.” 

Ivy turned her head away, and the next few minutes passed slowly in silence. Harley held Ivy, didn’t once let go, but with each passing second she became increasingly worried she’d done something wrong. Was it something she’d said? Oh god, had she made it worse? 

“Ive, I didn’t mean-”

“Harley.” Ivy pulled away slightly, raising her head so she could meet Harley’s wide blue eyes. “I-” She paused, choking back a sob. “I hurt you, I hurt Chuck… I hurt so many people… all because I didn’t know what I wanted then… and to be honest, I’m not sure what I want now, either…”

Harley’s heart dropped, and she opened her mouth to respond before Ivy cut her off.

“-...but Harley… so much has happened. You’ve made mistakes, I’ve made mistakes… and you’re trying to change… that’s good, and I’m proud of you… but you're right, we can’t change the past, no matter how hard we try.” Ivy shut her eyes, letting out a shaky exhale before continuing. “Opening up… relationships… hell, just being around other people is… is hard for me… but you showed me the good in humanity. That not all humans are… are monsters. My life before I met you… was… lonely. Even with all my plants, I had nobody to talk to. Nobody to confide in… but I liked it that way. It was safe. Nobody was going to judge me, or… or abandon me... and I guess that’s why I… why I chose Chuck… because he was the safer option.”

I trust you, with my life… but I don’t trust you with my heart.

Harley winced inwardly, but she understood where Ivy was coming from. Harley definitely didn’t have the best track record with… well, anything really. 

So I… I’m marrying Kiteman.

“I was… I was scared. Scared that if I… if I went with what my heart was telling me, it was just going to get broken… and after everything, I just… I couldn’t stand the idea of that happening. Of losing you again…” Ivy trailed off, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

You were my one friend, and I asked you for one favor, but instead you ditched me for the Joker, who treats you like shit! 

“Ivy… I had no idea you felt that way.” Harley spoke softly, using her free hand to lift Ivy’s chin so she could look into those beautiful green eyes… eyes whose depths she often found herself lost in. “I… didn’t know what I really wanted then. It was like… like I was trying to fill a hole inside me… like part of me was missing… and then, that night at the pit…” She smiled, using her thumb to brush a tear from Ivy’s cheek. “That was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I hadn’t realized… I hadn’t realized what it felt like to have someone else care about you. To have someone love you. Joker definitely never cared about me… not in the way you do… and... y'know, maybe I didn’t deserve it. Like I said, I haven’t always been the most reliable… but that changes today… if you’ll give me a shot, that is…”

Ivy looked up at Harley as she brushed the tear away, and smiled sadly. “...You’re trying to change… and that’s what matters. Harls, I do love you. A lot…. More than I care to admit… and… this whole relationship thing is new to me, but… I’m… I’m willing to give it a shot. To give you a shot… and today… today was proof of how much you’ve changed. How much you’re willing to sacrifice for others…” Ivy rested her head on Harley’s shoulder, but her mind was clearly wandering.

“...but that’s not all that’s troubling you, is it?”

“...perceptive as always.” Ivy chuckled halfheartedly, then looked away again. “It’s… it’s fine. It’s nothing important…”

“Well, I am a psychiatrist… but seriously Ive, you can tell me anything.” Harley stroked her cheek. “You know that.” 

“Harley, I really don’t want to talk about it… can we just… can you help me out of this dress?”

“...yeah. Sure thing.” Harley stood up before reaching out a hand to help Ivy up. She definitely wasn’t going to let this drop that easily, but Ivy clearly didn’t want to talk anymore right now… so instead Harley busied herself with the zipper of Ivy’s wedding dress and the sights underneath.

- End of part 1 -

I think all of it copied and pasted? If it looks like anything is missing please lmk!

This... this is what quarantine, lack of sleep, and having covid does to you. Helps you get over writers block. This is my first work I've gone public with, and originally I wasn't going to post it but a friend gave me the confidence to share it! So... here it is, I guess?

I was going to post it on Archives of Our Own too, but I have to wait till the 14th to get an account. 😐

Comments mean the world, even if it's just a couple words. I'll even take criticism to heart! By commenting you all can let me know what you think, and if you want to see the other parts...

Any interaction is appreciated, and my inbox and dms are always open! Thank you, and have a great day! (Or night!)

[shesawriter39049]

|Breakdown’s & Bugatti’s| M|

PAIRING: Namjoon x Reader (Ft a hint of Tae & Jin)

About- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!  

OR:

CHAPTER 1 : MEET THE KIMS OF NEW YORK 

**WARNINGS: **Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, Spanking, Gags (Makeshift), Non protective sex (Creampie), light overstimulation

WC: 7K (This is a sneak peak so it’s 1.2k)

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background)  Hints at recreational drug use (Molly) Brief mentions of death, father issues, and panic attacks/anxiety (All of these topics are super minor but again, out of respect I’m mentioning them) 

The remaining “characters” will be introduced at a later date

This chapter hints at various future plots 

This is almost 2 years old, I reworked it recently 

If you’ve been following me for a while this is the original draft for “Club First Royale” 

FINAL NOTE: I haven’t been active in damn hear a year ( 8 months) So I am posting sneak peeks intentionally! No, not to torture you guys lol but to get my blog flowing again because I’m sure people aren’t really checking in anymore

OT7 ALTERNATING STORYLINES

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FINALLY, fuck 36737 years later you spot your Kim!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appearing to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad carnalized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! 

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” Eyes dripping with warmth, as he ushered you in with open arms ,and in these types of situations, Namjoon felt like home, he was your safe space. “You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only! A hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue. 

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he has you nuzzled into his frame! The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality but god you needed it! 

Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. 

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo...

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you.  

“Your late, even for you princess...I know you started early, I got your live(Instagram) notification, so what happened?” Head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “innocent” greeting. 

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor so that alone let him know something was up!  

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, rolling his eyes in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck. 

  “Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now! Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?” 

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and I - . 

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and you've been crying I know you. ”  

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his chocolate locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the long side, while the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now! 

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” 

You're having very vivid day daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual! 

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

 “Oh, for fucks sake! ” Hissed from his lips without a lick of heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,your lowkey Joon’s baby, which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand ”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.”

More like he just can’t tell you no, but hey, whatever helps him sleep at night! Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway! Finally, starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed  to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier! 

Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Even though you were only late because “Your glam team ran late” There were air bunnies involved, and again you just really wanna choke his ass!  “What are you thinking tonight? He’s actually on his way here right now, but he already has a couple options on him...” 

The question was vague and for damn good reason...considering…

However you knew exactly what he was referring too.., and thank god!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated!  “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…” 

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 20, I just went with Smartees…always a safe bet...” 

Smartees, candy, Vitamin -E, Molly... Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' Voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it! 

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the slight chill coursing up your spine at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Fox 2’s been waiting for you to get here by the way...since the event was put together by council and all. They've been wanting to talk to us together about the fundraiser, just the same shit as last year.” 

Waving his hand dismissively idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased while you on the other hand...release the most exasperated huff! Reclining against your seat, eyes rolling to the back of your head in 30 different directions! Yeah, It comes with the territory, you know this, hints Namjoons reaction, or lack thereof!  But fuck you just really weren’t in the mood to do press tonight, It’s literally physically exhausting to pretend that you weren’t just PISSED! 

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning… 

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it!  “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside “Well, you wanna just get it out of the way now? Because I’m really not in the mood for-”

“Y/n..oh my god! Hi, honey how are you!? You look beautiful as always…” Suddenly there was a human, a human wearing the wrong shade of foundation kissing your cheek. A human by the name of Caroline, one of the local news anchors...clearly her damn ears were ringing.

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Hi guys, that’s all she wrote, well kinda, actually she finished it like 16 months ago lol but that’s all she wrote for now I guess....

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[peacockwinchester]

Mairon/Sauron x Misha

Remembered that I have literally never posted a oneshot of my most hammered out story. I have been in love with Mairon for a couple years, he is my comfort character and this story is probably my most well-developed and longest running one. Anyway, I hope it is good!!

Warnings: Relationship issues, general LOTR things, heights, angst with happy ending, actually no curses (Wow, Misha what are you doing?!)

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~Misha~

I had been invited (more like summoned) to Imladris by my niece, Galadriel. I had already been made aware of the stirrings near Mordor, and I had had many dreams of my husband, even though he would still be without a body for a long time. Beleg had come with me, since he liked the company of Elrond's sons and Glorfindel.

We were greeted at the entrance by Lindir.

"My lords," he greeted us.

"Lindir," I nodded.

"To what do we owe the pleasure? We had not expected you," Lindir asked politely, though I could sense his unease.

"We were asked here by my niece," I replied. "We won't overstay our welcome."

It was always icy with our kin, even after all these centuries. Such was the curse of my family. Lindir nodded briskly and stepped aside so we could enter. We were almost immediately greeted by Galadriel.

"Welcome," she smiled at Beleg and I, speaking in Sindarin, "I hope Lindir didn't give you too much trouble. He is... untrusting."

"Who isn't untrusting of us?" Beleg scoffed.

"There are many, myself included," Galadriel assured us.

"Why did you ask us here?" I inquired.

"A party of dwarves is coming our way. They are led by Olorin, who I believe has worrying news for us. I was summoned here by Saruman."

"Worrying things are beginning across the land. I assume you and Elrond will want my observations?"

"Yes, but you will not speak to Saruman?"

"I feel evil in him, much like my Atar," Beleg explained.

"He has been acting strangely, but we must not jump to conclusions," Galadriel frowned.

"Perhaps," Beleg pursed his lips. "I will leave you to the talking, I am going to look for Glorfindel."

"Alright," I nodded.

Galadriel led me to the council room, where Elrond was discussing the tidings with Saruman. I felt a similar feeling to Beleg's. Saruman had been striking me as off for a while, but I also understood Galadriel's desire to keep the peace.

When we arrived, Elrond stopped what he was doing.

"Lord Misha," he nodded, "Galadriel."

"It is good to see you, Elrond," I smiled.

"Why have you come?" Saruman frowned.

"Galadriel asked for me. It would likely be beneficial to have my experiences. She also tells me Olorin is coming with a party of dwarves," I narrowed my eyes at the white wizard.

"Very well. What have you seen?" Elrond cleared his throat.

I sat down across the table from my long removed nephew and sighed. Galadriel also took a seat at my side.

"I have been having dreams," I steepled my hands under my chin.

"What sort?" Elrond frowned.

"Troubling for our cause. I have seen my husband many times in my sleep. He speaks to me often. I know he will still need time to regain his full power, but his progression is worrying."

"Do you mind telling us what he says?"

I pursed my lips and looked at my hands. To tell the truth, most of what Mairon talked to me about was insignificant. It was the sort of conversations one has with roommates or after one gets home from work. Just like the old days... He sometimes reminisced about times we had shared together, like the weeks he spent healing me or our time in Valinor. I didn't think any of that was vital to our cause.

"I... All I know is that despite all his sentiments towards me, he isn't going to stop," I shook my head slightly.

Elrond and Galadriel seemed to pick up on my unease and quickly dismissed the council.

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There was almost always a feast at Elrond's house, and tonight was no different. Afterwards, Beleg and I spent some time in the Hall of Fire, before I decided to go to bed. Beleg and I had been given rooms close to each other. I entered mine and put on my night shirt. My bed was comfortable, and I fell asleep relatively quickly.

..

I opened my eyes to see that I was still in my guest room. However, I knew I was dreaming because on the end of my bed sat Mairon. He looked over at me, smiling slightly.

"I always look forward to visiting you," he said.

"I know," I sighed.

"You're troubled..." Mairon frowned at me.

"Of course I am, Mairon!" I scowled. "How could I not be troubled?! You're trying to take over the world and basically kill my people, not to mention everyone else!!"

"Misha- I don't want to kill everyone! I just want to show everyone that we deserve respect, and order!" Mairon argued.

"Mairon, no one will ever respect us if you keep this up! I'm sorry, but I just can't keep acting like you've done nothing wrong. Because you have done so much... and I don't know if we'll ever be the same..."

Mairon sighed and looked away from me.

"I know..." he said quietly. "But they listen to me... The orcs truly listen to me, not like Aule or Melkor who pretended to. Misha, I'm finally important, and I'm not going to stop, because everyone in Middle Earth needs to know how important I am. How important my family really is."

"Mairon," I stopped him by putting a hand up, "Until you stop and you face the consequences of your actions and the actions you're planning on taking... I can't see you. So, please leave me alone..."

Mairon looked stunned at my words, like I had just physically impaled him. But I knew he understood, or he would in time, and he left.

..... Continuity? We don't know her. Time for the destruction of the Ring.....

I had never actually been to Mordor, even after all these years. It was a barren, volcanic wasteland. Looming over everything was the volcano itself and Barad-dur, which was a replica of my own home. My whole head was a hurricane of emotions. I was scared, scared that we would fail, scared of what would happen if we won... Scared to see him.

Frodo and Sam were at my side, disguised in orc armor. But everything was deserted. I swallowed my fear and hesitation and put a hand on Frodo's and Sam's shoulders.

"You two do what we came here to do. I believe in you," I smiled at them.

"What are you gonna do, Mx. Misha?" Sam frowned.

"I'm going to see him," I took a deep breath to steady myself.

"Good luck then," Sam shook my hand.

"You too. I'll see you on the other side," I saluted the Hobbits, before jogging up to Barad-dur.

I stopped just short of the gate. Would he come with me? Would he be too proud to admit defeat and serve time for his crimes? Would everything be too much for our relationship? Almost shaking, I pushed open the giant black gate.

Centered with the door was a large, dark throne, on which sat the person I had been waiting for and dreading seeing simultaneously. I knew it was him by the shock of golden hair and the way he sat. When he saw me walk in, he stood immediately and descended the throne. He didn't come closer yet, probably in fear of my anger. But after all these centuries, I just wanted everything to be over and to heal.

"Misha," Mairon said.

"Mairon," I replied.

"Why did you come?" my husband asked.

"I want to offer something."

"Oh?"

"I want you to come home with me. We can work through everything and you can begin to mend what you've broken. I spoke with Manwe in my dreams, and he's willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I just... I just want all this to end..."

Mairon sighed, finally coming closer. He stopped just in front of me.

"You came with the Ring, didn't you?" he said.

"Yes. Surely you know you can't win," I crossed my arms. "My friends are taking it to the mountain now. There isn't time to stop them."

"I know," Mairon sighed, "Eru, you always were smarter..."

"So?" I held out my hand between us.

Mairon looked at my hand for a long minute, and I almost though he wouldn't take it. I convinced myself he wouldn't and began to prepare to deal with that. I was pulled out of my wormhole by the warm weight of Mairon's hand in mine.

"I'll come with you," he affirmed. "Nothing will ever erase the damage I've done, but I want to start over. I want... to be a family again."

I felt tears slip out of my eyes unwittingly, and as I looked at him, I saw Mairon was crying a bit too. The weight of all the years without him and all the years of wondering whether we would ever be able to be something again finally hit me and I let go of Mairon's hand to throw my arms around him. Mairon held onto me as tightly as he could.

We just stood there for what seemed like an eternity, before Mairon's grip loosened. I let out a gasp, like the air had just been knocked out of his lungs. His knees buckled and I struggled to keep him upright.

"Mairon?!" I asked, panicking slightly.

"Misha... The-the ring's gone..." Mairon breathed.

"Are you gonna be ok?" I asked fearfully.

"I mean.... Probably??"

"Are you sure?"

"Meh."

It was clear that he was a bit loopy right now. I felt a shower of dust fall onto me and I started coughing. I looked up to see the ceiling begin to crumble.

"Mairon!!" I cried.

My husband, clearly out of it, barely managed to throw up a shield to protect us. When the dust settled, we were under a mountain of rubble. Mairon used what little power he had at the moment to burst the shield and throw rubble off of us. When I could see the sky, I hauled Mairon to his feet (he could barely stand and he ended up leaning heavily on me) and began dragging us out of the ruins of Barad-dur.

Once on top, I let out a string of Quenyan curses. The volcano was erupting and lava was pouring out of it, heading towards us. Overhead, I saw large birds circling. Two swooped down on teh side of the mountain and another began descending towards Mairon and I's position. I had only enough time to yelp and squeeze my eyes shut as the giant eagle picked us up.

"Misha?" I heard Mairon ask.

I let out a strained panicked noise and kept my eyes shut. I happen to be deathly afraid of heights, and I did not trust Manwe's eagles one bit.

"Netya hanu, you're ok, I think. I might be dying, actually, um....." Mairon tried to reassure me, despite him being completely out of it.

"Did... did you just call me... pretty boy?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Did I? Oh... Didn't mean to say that out loud. Did you know you smell nice?"

I laughed, though it was somewhat strained. We were finally done with the Ring and all of that nasty stuff. It was over. Mairon was going to begin mending the hurt he'd caused Arda and we could finally begin to talk through everything. Despite my issues with my current altitude, I was elated.

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Hi. Did you like it? I've never actually written down how this all goes down, so I hope it was good. Anywho, if you want more Mairon content, I can be persuaded to write it more frequently :)). Have a great day/night, and take care of urself!!

[moonykiarchive]

I Promise you

post 44 / ???

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It happens on Wednesday. Taemin kind of prepared for it beforehand, but he didn’t say anything to Jongin, just in case he ended up chickening out.

Jongin arrives a bit late at Taemin’s this time & Taemin assaults him with hugs & kisses & they’re soon on the couch, cuddling while Taemin explains to him that his friends Minho and Jonghyun would really like to meet him if that’s alright (but it’s mostly Jonghyun because he can’t believe Jinki met Jongin before him, that’s so damn unfair) . & Jongin answers that sure, he can meet them & he also reminds Taemin that all of the other EXO members are waiting not so patiently to meet him too. Chanyeol & Sehun are the ones who keep reminding him of it. So they decide to do it soon. Soon. At some point. But for now, they just want to stay alone together & talk about silly stuff & cuddle.

It stays in the back of Taemin’s mind for an hour while Jongin talks to him about choreographies & songs & it’s only when Jongin sighs happily & squirms under him that Taemin decides to pluck up the courage to talk about it. (Ever since Jongin pulled him onto his lap the day when he first met Jinki, Taemin has decided that Jongin’s lap is his most favorite seat in the world & he doesn’t see the point of putting his butt anywhere else when Jongin is nearby. Why would he?)

“Jonginnie?”

“mhmm?”

Jongin’s hand is stroking Taemin’s lower back so very softly & Taemin has to blink a couple of times in order to remember what he wanted to say.

“I was thinking...”

“about what?”

“Do you remember the massage I promised you...?”

Jongin straightens up a bit & his whole face brightens.

“yes! yes i do! can i get it? can i get it right now?”

Taemin’s eyes are twinkling & he tilts his head at Jongin a bit & simpers:

“Do you want to?”

“really, taeminnie? you’d massage me right now?”

“Yes...”

“then let’s do it! yes! please!”

Jongin pushes him away to get up & Taemin is laughing behind his hand & then he takes Jongin to his room & his heart is starting to race a bit in anticipation.

Jongin stands next to the bed & looks at him with a shy smile & he’s shifting from one foot to the other.

“so i-... i take my shirt off?”

Taemin takes a long inhale & Jongin snorts.

“Yes, go on.”

“will you be okay?”

Jongin’s tone is teasing & he’s grinning & Taemin wants to punch and kiss him at the same time.

“Probably not, but let’s do it anyway.”

Jongin starts unbuttoning his shirt & Taemin isn’t sure if he should look or not but he can’t take his eyes off of Jongin anyway. It’s a bit silly, how Jongin looks shy and cocky at the same time. When Jongin’s shirt falls to the floor, Taemin is very much staring & his eyes are wide & his throat is dry & his fingers itch with the want & need to touch.

Jongin comes a bit closer & he takes Taemin’s hands in his and he intertwines their fingers & he’s smiling & Taemin is pretty sure he’s blushing because wow. w o w.

“taeminnie?”

“Mhmmmmmm?”

“are you okay?”

Taemin nods quickly & his eyes are still drifting back and forth between Jongin’s collarbones and Jongin’s abs.

“Can I-... just-...?”

Taemin’s voice faints to a murmur & Jongin lets go of one of his hands.

“what do you want to do?”

Taemin puts his fingers on Jongin & traces random patterns over his chest & finally presses two fingers against the little beauty marks on Jongin’s ribs.

“These two are my favorites.”

He’s whispering & Jongin can’t help but laugh.

‘your favorites?”

“Am I creepy?”

“you’re cute. a very cute fanboy.”

Taemin swallows hard & blinks & finally looks up to Jongin & then he clears his throat.

“So hum-... the massage...”

“yeah... the massage...”

Taemin squints his eyes at Jongin’s smirk but he has nothing to retort so he just pushes him until Jongin’s calves are hitting his bed.

“do you have some oil or something?”

“Actually, I bought this yesterday...”

Taemin is blushing a bit when he shows Jongin the massage candle he got.

“It’s supposed to melt into a moisturizing oil.”

Jongin can’t help but raise one of his eyebrows & he smiles.

“a massage candle? you really went all the way...”

“Shut up!”

“it’s cute!”

“It’s-... It’s literally a dream coming true, okay. Just let me-...”

“caramel scented?”

Taemin hides his face in his hands & he’s mumbling & Jongin laughs & he discards the candle on the bed to bring Taemin between his parted legs & he hugs him close.

“taeminnieeee~”

“I’m starting to regret all of this.”

“please don’t~ it’s gonna be nice.”

Taemin sighs.

“but it could get a bit messy with oil... should i take off my pants too?”

“Fuck, please don’t! ... Or do. I don’t know.”

Jongin is laughing again. He keeps laughing & the sound of it makes Taemin’s heart flutter every time.

“i’ll keep them on today, then.”

“Today? How often do you think I’m going to massage you?”

“i don’t know, but we won’t use the whole candle in one go."

“... Right. You could also return the favor though...”

“i’d like that...”

Jongin is humming & Taemin exhales loudly & buries his face in Jongin’s neck & Jongin strokes his hair.

“we should light the candle... it’s going to take a little while before it burns enough for you to use the oil...”

“Right.”

“what do we do while waiting?”

Taemin looks at Jongin’s idiotic smile & he rolls his eyes.

“We could make out?”

Jongin pulls him in for a long kiss & Taemin has to fight a little to actually light the candle before they forget about it. Then they fall onto Taemin’s bed and Taemin’s little hands travel everywhere; they stroke & grip & grasp & press & rub. There’s an enticing caramel scent invading the room & Taemin finds himself breathless quite quickly. Jongin tries to slip his hands under Taemin’s shirt & he’s kissing his neck & pressing him against the mattress & Taemin feels lightheaded.

Jongin is the one who stops them after a while, because the candle has burned for long enough & Taemin needs a couple of minutes & a couple more kisses along Jongin’s ribs (& beauty marks) before he comes back to reality & he gets up to fetch an old sheet to protect his bed & he ends up giving Jongin some very old sweatpants of his so Jongin’s jeans don’t get ruined. Taemin doesn’t look at him while Jongin changes his clothes but his heart stutters when he turns around.

Jongin is lying on his stomach & Taemin’s sweatpants are a bit too tight around Jongin’s butt & Taemin is trying not to whimper but it’s hard.

“i’m ready...”

Jongin wiggles on Taemin’s bed & his butt jiggles & Taemin can’t help the weird noise coming out of his mouth & Jongin giggles.

Taemin spills the candle’s oil on Jongin’s back & starts spreading it & it’s hot & Jongin’s skin is so soft under his fingers & palms & Jongin sighs blissfully & Taemin has to force himself into taking deep breaths. He squirms around and ends up sitting on Jongin’s butt & he pretends not to hear Jongin’s little snort.

“are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” Taemin simpers. “What about you?”

“i’m in heaven right now, thank you.”

Taemin leans in a few times to kiss Jongin’s hair & Jongin smiles. It’s quiet & Taemin is a bit concerned at first because it’s not like he actually does massages that often, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he’s trying out a few things that seem nice & at some point, Jongin starts to sigh a little bit louder, then he moans & Taemin feels his whole body combust. He tries to apply some pressure to Jongin’s shoulders & he’s kneading Jongin’s ribs & brushing over his shoulders blades & Taemin is living his very best life right then. Maybe he’s already addicted to the feeling of Jongin’s skin against his.

“you’re really good at this.”

“Oh, am I?”

“mhmm... it’s so soothing...”

At some point, Taemin’s hands start to hurt a bit & he knows he should stop, but Jongin keeps moaning softly so he pushes through it for a little longer. But he eventually slows down & simply strokes Jongin’s back, from his shoulders to his lower back.

“Did that relax you?”

“yes... so much...”

“Is it okay to stop? My fingers are a bit sore...”

Jongin squirms & tries to turn around to look at him with a pout.

“really? you should have told me! of course we can stop...”

Taemin smiles & bends down to press a kiss on Jongin’s jaw.

“It’s alright. I was enjoying myself.”

Jongin turns around, with some difficulty, & Taemin has to move a bit as well to let him rest on his back & then he realizes he’s straddling a shirtless Jongin & his heart goes crazy all over again.

Jongin pulls him down to kiss him & he murmurs a thanks against Taemin’s lips. Taemin is rubbing a bit against him & Jongin isn’t sure that he even realizes what he’s doing... but then Taemin falls completely against Jongin & they both can feel the other’s slight hard-on. Taemin lets out a small whimper & Jongin kisses him hard. It suddenly gets heated & Taemin squeezes his thighs around Jongin's waist & his hands get lost in Jongin's hair & Jongin rolls them over & he's pressing kisses on Taemin's jaw, all the way to his ear. Jongin humps a bit against Taemin's hips & Taemin's moans in his ear sound like honey but he stills & kisses his way back to Taemin's nose.

“taemin..."

Jongin's voice is hoarse & Taemin shivers.

"Yeah...?"

"caramel scented was a good idea..."

Taemin freezes, then he starts laughing & he hits Jongin's head gently.

"I only have good ideas."

"so it seems~..."

Taemin breathes out & he looks at Jongin & Jongin is smiling gently at him & there's an unsaid feeling floating between them that makes their eyes shine. Taemin is still too shy to voice it out & Jongin is a bit scared of it. But he really loves how soft Taemin looks right now.

When Jongin goes to put his clothes back on, he messes up on purpose & grabs one of Taemin's stripped t-shirts, forgotten on his chair, instead of his own shirt & Taemin frowns at first, then blushes when he sees Jongin's grin.

"i'm taking this one hostage..." Jongin says & he kisses Taemin's nose.

"I suppose I'll have to wear yours then, since I don't have any other t-shirt in this whole house."

"yes, do that!"

Jongin taps his butt & Taemin snorts.

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(Bonus: Taemin wears Jongin's so often after that day that Jinki has to forcefully pull it off of him to wash it & Taemin pouts the entire evening.)