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HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like đł while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust
Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!
cw: alcohol
shy!Remus x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Really, it should be Siriusâ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, youâre in Remusâ lap.Â
âYou guys are so nice,â you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remusâ sweater. Heâs resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. âAll of you, all your friends are the nicestâŚthe warmest people I ever knew. Howâd you do that?âÂ
Remus smiles down at you. âI think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.âÂ
Heâs not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remusâ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesnât think youâd know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing youâd already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard.Â
âDonât think he had to work very hard with you. Youâre such a sweetheart already.â You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries heâs going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. âOh! Sit still.âÂ
No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously.Â
âGot it.â You turn your finger, showing him. âYou had an eyelash.â You blow it off your fingertip and onto Siriusâ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. âHave I talked to you about your eyes before?â you ask conversationally.Â
Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. âI donât think so,â he ventures, though he knows you havenât. He remembers most exchanges youâve had, and he definitely would have remembered that.Â
âOh.â Your brows purse softly. âMustâve been with someone else,â you murmur, almost to yourself. âAnyway, itâs important to me that you know, theyâre really beautiful.âÂ
Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like youâre steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively.Â
âTheyâre brown,â Remus says in a soft voice.Â
Your lips tilt like heâs said something funny. âNobodyâs eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.â Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus canât tell you mean for it to or not. âYours are sort of like aâŚlike a gradient. They get lighter farther down.âÂ
Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. Itâs difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them.Â
âTheyâre, like, a warmish brown,â youâre saying, gaze unwavering. âLike the color you want your tea to be. You know, thereâs some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?âÂ
âI didnât,â Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesnât have the nerve. âIs that so?â he asks instead.
You shrug. âI dunno. Works on me.âÂ
The breath stalls in Remusâ lungs. Youâre looking at him like you havenât said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused.Â
You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. Itâs an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. âI guess thatâs probably whyââ You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you werenât expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself.Â
âOh.â Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. âSorry.âÂ
âItâs okay.â Remus isnât even certain what youâre apologizing for.Â
Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. âI really like when you smile.âÂ
Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. Itâs official. Heâs got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. âWhat were you saying?â he prompts.Â
You bite your lip as though youâve forgotten. âOh!â Your eyes light. âJust, I guess thatâs probably why I have such a giant crush on you.âÂ
Remusâ heart thuds. He breathes, âWhat?âÂ
âYeah.â You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. âItâs relentless.â Hiccup. âSuper embarrassing. Butâbut youâve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart faceâŚâ You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. âWhat am I supposed to do?âÂ
Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? Itâs out of the natural order. The worldâs gone to chaos. Itâs supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. Thatâs the way itâs meant to be.Â
âI wouldâŚâ Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesnât recognize until they come out. âIâd know a thing or two about a crush like that.âÂ
Your lips part, but you donât look offended. âWell, yeah. Iâd hope you knew I fancied you, Iâve only been seeking you out ever since we met.âÂ
Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that.Â
âI didnât notice you were,â he admits.Â
Your head tilts. âReally?â Thereâs an obvious follow up questionâthen what did you mean just now?âbut for one reason or another, you donât ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.
Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.
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âI'm good, Stiles.â
Stiles thinks about the times when, all too often, he himself says I'm good in that particular way, and thinks about how it actually means everything in his life is currently lighting up like a dropped match landing in a trail of gasoline.
In the space of a single heartbeat, he knows he would somehow harness the contents of an entire fucking lake to dampen down that metaphorical trail for Derek, murdering the thought of that lost little boy playing Hide-Go-Seek in Derek's pale eyes.
Only he isn't about to start talking about things being on fire. Not to Derek, not ever.
Instead he says, âI always had this rule, you know, where Iâd flat out ignore a problem and wait for it toâand I used to swear to myself that this would actually happenââ His lips drag themselves up one side of his face as he sweeps an arm dramatically through the drizzling rain and the pressing twilight. ââjust go away.â
He then allows his arm to fall unceremoniously to his side, and the sound of hand slapping khakis rings out through the sparse and quiet branches of the preserve's stripped bare trees.
âOkay.â Derek says the word with an infinitesimal shake of his head, looking as if he wants Stiles to stop talking.
Thing is, if Derek wanted Stiles to stop talking he would say Stiles, stop talking.
So, Stiles troops on.
âAnd it kind of worked, a little bit. For a little while, at least. â He takes a hit of chilly November air. Releases it slowly, enjoying the crazy plume of breath-smoke it creates. âUntil I met you,â he shrugs.
Derek blinks and it's a betrayal, giving away his hard-won secrets.
Stiles briefly wonders who elseâwho left in the worldâwould know this about the werewolf standing opposite of him. Stiles doesn't need to be a Ęźwolf to know this stuff, not when it comes to Derek Hale.
He tries not to look at Derek's lips when Derek licks them before asking, âWhat are you talking about, Stiles?â
âMagick,â he answers, his feelings and other things shifting underneath the layers of his skin, crackling away like a hundred tiny Roman Candles traversing his bloodstream and manifesting as gooseflesh.
Rolling his hoodie sleeve, he lifts a cold hand between the two of them and allows a miniscule fraction of whatever beats like a heart at the earth's core to flow up through the ground and into his feet and up his legs and down an arm, warm and thrilling, to then spring free out of his right palm.
A small sphere of pure light around the size of a tennis ball now glows about an inch above his hand, kind of like an oversized fireflyâand just as alive.
âCool as fuck, huh?â Stiles mutters, basking in its incandescence, super-proud of himself. Then he gets to his point. âDeaton showed me how to harness my spark, yeah? But I would never have found it in the first place, if you hadn't followed Scott and I into the woods that day.â
Derek blinks again. His jaw ticks like a clock.
âStiles, that's a little like saying one, two miss a few, ninety-nine, a hundred,â he deadpans, and Stiles can't help but bark out a laugh.
Then he steels himself for one anticipatory moment before daring himself to take a step closer to Derek.
Derek stays put.
âDoesn't make it any less true,â Stiles shrugs.
Derek just stares at him for a moment, before peering down properly at Stiles's little orb, for the first time since Stiles summoned it.
âYou've been practising,â he says simply, his eyebrows doing their thing.
He's now staring at Stiles's effort as if he wants to sink his fangs into it, like you would a quarter to test if it's real.
âIs it freaking you out?â Stiles asks.
âNo,â he answers flatly. âI think it's cool as fuck,â and he looks up at Stiles like he might want to keep looking.
Stiles wants him to never stop.
âThen here, you can have it,â he says.
He takes another step closer to Derek.
They are toe to toe, now, and still Derek doesn't bolt, nor pounce, nor warn Stiles off.
So, Stilesâreally slowlyâreaches for Derek's hand.
Derek lets him.
Stiles then transfers the light to Derek's palm, cupping his hand around Derek's to ensure it keeps hovering there. He directs their hands to Derek's chest, stopping right over his heart and flattening them both there, he and Derek watching as Stiles's spark dissipates into Derek's body, leaving behind a few wispy tendrils of light that Stiles guides back into himself with a couple of waves of his free hand.
âNow, whenever you're good, I can be right there being good with you, even if I'm not around,â Stiles says, and then he hopes and hopes when he asks, âIs that okay?â
Derek smiles, and it's the first truly happy-looking smile that Stiles has been privileged enough to witness blooming on that beautiful, beautiful face of his.
âIt's better than okay, Stiles,â he says. âIt's magick.â
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unedited, soz! this is for @dontcallpanic (pip knows why) <3
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...edited version now found HERE on ao3 :)
#for pip with love <3#sterek#sterek fic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#spark!stiles#magic!stiles#pov stiles#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#queer fic#queer writer#tcats writes#teencopandthesourwolf
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I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS
#this has been happening for like TWO YEARS BUT I SWEAR TO GOD I AM TRYING.#my usual art motivation (my webcomic idea) has been put on hold for a bit and because of that i forgort... everything#my will to draw specifically#but in my defense i have been writing k*arlach / oc indulgences and i've been VERY focused on finishing it#i also got a marketing manager (my friend <3) to help with advertising my comms and stuff so uh... look forward 2 that#i might need to start posting all of my art on a sideblog so she doesn't have to log into my main though#so there might be some changes#but i promise i want to do art!!!! but there's always something to do first and then months pass :(#or i get the urge to draw and then life is like ''have a cancer scare'' lmao...#(ended up being cancerous actually </3 but because it's skin stuff it was easy to remove)#(but that really took the piss out of me for most of july... not to mention that ffxiv released a new expansion and i have been...#having a good time with my new friends doing content and stuff!) i also made a friend irl after like 3-4 years of total isolation#we feed ants and watch them move around together and comment on their behaviour patterns...#but like when i say this takes literal hours.#we just sit out there and talk about random shit and watch ants walk across the floor. both of us hate ants btw.#like we don't like having them ON us so it's a bit like playing with fire.#but anyways yeah i've also been really low energy recently too bc of the heat and burnout from college...#but the good news is that i'm transferring in fall to a much more relaxing college & courseload!#i'm hoping it'll stop me from feeling so... awful ?? i guess ??#like i was taking classes i didn't need to that were really difficult & punishing#not to mention extremely boring & hard to pay attention to when dealing with literally anything. i did not want to be there.#my next college is much more interest-oriented so i will finally be able to take classes i want to and learn from them...!#and then maybe i will feel a bit more in control of my life / more encouraged to draw#anyways thank u for reading my ramble. hoping it all comes together soon.#i need to do a lot of work but most of it is so i can sell commissions again#but once the karlach fic is done we're so back on the webcomic train !!!!!!!!
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What is Nile Perch?
It's a Japanese clothing brand, My second favorite after Angelic Pretty in fact! They're considered a fancy fairy kei brand, which is supposed to be inspired by 80s toys, cartoons and stuff. But I've always thought NP reads more like very casual sweet lolita with their motifs and styles đ¤ˇââď¸
They're also a huge inspiration with my sewing because a lot of their stuff is handmade (well I guess all clothes are, But you know what I mean) and very close to what I want to wear everyday believe it or not đ
#Thanks for asking I always love talking about my favorite stuff!! đĽ°#yeah I kinda feel like I'm playing with fire saying that but fuck it who cares#I was wondering why I got this but then I realized I reblogged an outfit last night đ
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my masks
hey there buckaroos. due to all of the attention the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION situation has gotten i am going to take a minute to talk about my personal way as an autistic buckaroo. im going to tell you about my masks.
im doing this for a few reasons, some are good FUN reasons full of love and some are not so great.Â
lets start with the GOOD STUFF. first of all, i am talking about this because speaking on my way can help other buckaroo feel more comfortable speaking on there own way, ESPECIALLY if they are good at âpassingâ for neurotypical like chuck is.Â
unfortunately the NOT SO GREAT reasons im talking about all this dang stuff are two fold. reason one: i have been put into a position of having to explain and justify my needs and boundaries by the TXLA. this is not something that i WANT to be taking up all of my time, but when large organizations do not make space for those who they have pledged to support, it puts us smaller buckaroos into position where were have to defend our existence. it is not plesent but it is necessary.
the second NOT SO GREAT reason is that âpassingâ bisexual and autistic people like myself are ALWAYS just seconds from being gatekept from folks both outside and inside these communities. there will probably be a day on chucks deathbed where i take off my mask and say hello to this timeline (mostly so you can all see how handsome i am under here but I DIGRESS). i KNOW with absolute certainty (the same way other bi and autistic buckaroos are probably nodding along right now) that when that day comes i will STILL be accused of ânot being realâ and âfakingâ because i âdont look autisticâ and i have a beautiful ladybuck partner in sweet barbara.
ALL THAT IS TO SAY, i am taking a moment today to talk FOR THE RECORD about my neurodigence and my particular needs. hopefully i will not have to keep diving this deep every time an organization takes a discrimantory action against me, but i will also say this: at least it is a good fight on an important battlefield
anyway buds, here is the story of my way on the spectrum
when i was a young buckaroo i knew that my thought process was different. i could socialize easily, which is unique in contrast to many autistic buds (it is a spectrum after all), but my social ease was for an interesting reason. I ALWAYS KNEW WHAT OTHERS WERE ABOUT TO SAY. it was like a strange âhuman gameâ where someone would say one thing and i would think âwell you actually mean something elseâ in a sort of logical way (this is why i later related to DATA from star trek so dang much). at first i remember thinking âwell i am just NOT going to play along with this human gameâ. i quickly learned neurotypical buckaroos do not like this, that there is a BOB AND WEAVE to social interactions that must be learned.Â
later i realized âactually if i WANT to make friends and prove love is real then i can do this like an expert because i can SEE the game where most cantâ. this got chuck many buds and took me on many adventures. please understand, i am not saying these connections are not important to me, they are just different. they are full of love, but i express this in my own unique way.
HOWEVER, while growing up i felt disconnected from this timeline in other ways, like an alien or a reverse twin trotting along in a world that is not quite my own. i did not feel emotions the same way my buds did. they would get upset over the âhuman gameâ interactions and i would not be moved at all, HOWEVER i could see the way sunlight hit a window and start crying my dang eyes out over the beauty. so my emotion was still there and VERY STRONG, i just felt it in more existential ways (like hearing the call of the lonesome train). these days that feeling has progressed to where i am pretty much in a constant blissed out state of cosmic emotional connection (make of that last sentence what you will, but it is the truth). when i make existential posts online i am not just FIRING OFF SOME CONTENT, i really mean every word. this is really my trot.
anyway as a young buckaroo these feelings made me worry sometimes. i thought about various mental health dianosises and marked the parts and pieces that matched with myself. am i this? am i that? sometimes, instead of just beingâ differentâ i worried i might actually be âwrongâ.Â
when i saw david byrne on letterman in my younger days i immediately recognized something connected to myself. i thought âwow this is the mystery being solved before my very eyes.â i could hear it in the music of talking heads too. i started doing research and realized that i might be on autism spectrum, something that was later confirmed by a therapist (back then the diagnosis was called asperger's). it was a glorious and fulfilling moment. i was SO EXCITED TO BE AUTISTIC LIKE MY HERO. i felt very cool because of it, and i still feel very cool because of it.
one of the big reasons i talk so much about being autistic these days is because i want to make sure OTHER buckaroos can have that same moment that i did. they can see chuck and think âwow i really like this autistic artist, maybe being autistic is coolâ
so what does an average day WITHOUT wearing the pink bag look like for me?
my thought process is exactly like ROSE from CAMP DAMASCUS, which is part of why i wrote the book. we have the same stim (complex order of finger taps), we prepare for social interactions the same way, we analyze things in the same logical trot that neurotypical people might think feels âdetachedâ but for me feels natural (certain reviews of camp damascus are very funny to me in this way. you can tell when a reader is just very confused by existing in an autistic brain for 250 pages.)
from the outside you would not be able to tell that i am on the spectrum. in fact you would probably find me very socially adept.Â
the problem is, all of that masking can take its toll. i spent years trotting in and out the emergency room, talking to confused doctors who could not figure out the chronic phantom tension and pain that radiated through my body. i eventually accepted the fact that i would either live a life constantly on heavy painkillers or just stop living altogether.
eventually, however, i started noticing a correlation between the way that i felt, and the space that i allowed for chuck and the pink mask. i was exercising that tension, allowing my mental mask of neurotypical existence to take a rest. i started practicing physical therapy and this time THE RESULTS STUCK because i was approaching from two sides, MIND AND BODY. after a while, i got my pain down to about 5 percent of what it once was. i still have flare ups in times of stress, but the healing has been very real and life changing.
lets get VERY specific now. if i attended the TXLA confrence without a mask and gave my talk i can tell you this: i would do a dang good job. i can work the heck out of a crowd and (not to reveal too much about my secret way) I HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO DO THIS ON OCCASION VERY WELL. however, going home from this event i would very likely be in pain. i would likely need to do physical therapy. i would likely need to stim for a while. i would NOT be emotionally fullfilled in the same way. in other words, without my pink mask i can charm the heck out of buckaroos, but THE SPACE OF CHUCK TINGLE IS NOT THE SPACE FOR THAT. the pink bag is a place for me to not have to put up with that tension. it is a place for me to unmask mentally by masking physically.
this pink bag space SAVED MY LIFE and i am not going to risk blurring these lines. if and when that ever happens it will be MY decision, not someone elses. that is my boundary. the part of me that neurotypically masks could handle a library conference in a purely technical sense, but the part of me that chuck represents absolutely cannot and should not be asked to do that without the pink bag. unfortunately, the complexity of this point makes it even MORE difficult for me to think about and takes up even more of my time, because it forces me to START QUESTIONING MYSELF and my own needs. to be honest, that is the most insidious part of other people questioning your identify and refusing to accept your accommodation needs without âproofâ.
the thing is, while all of this discussion of disability and accessibility is important, i have a much larger point to make by writing these words.
a conference should not uninvite someone with an unusual physical presentation or a strange way of speaking REGARDLESS of it being classified as a disability. it does not matter WHY i look the way that i look and wear what i wear. i should not have to spend all day writing this post instead of writing my next book, just because my sensibilities are unique and my presentation is unusual.Â
fortunately the solution is very simple: let other people be themselves. its not hurting you to simply accept and nod at the buckaroos you think look strange. let us exist
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Hi , i donât know if u do hcs but what headcannons would u have for firelord zuko regarding kinks?
I do HCs just not that much, I'll do headcnaons every time I feel lazy or too busy with uni work. But yes I do have headcanons for Zuko's kinks, although are they just my kinks, the world will never know
He definitely has a breeding kink in my mind. And quite specifically a breeding his heirs into you kink.
Probably doesn't always talk about it, but when you beg him to fill you up, he can't help but tell you to give him an heir, to get all full with his baby.
The thought of having you swollen with the crown prince or princess to the Fire Nation is so arousing to him.
He also has a thing for titles, but not you calling him titles, but him calling you titles.
Despite the fact that he's technically higher status, even when you're his consort, he's still gonna call you by your title
"My sweet boy, your highness, my lord" (as he's fucking you)
Stuff like that.
Semi public sex is his thing too
Having sex on his throne, bouncing you up and down on his cock while he sits on his throne is so hot.
Knowing anyone could walk through the curtained entrance to the throne room
And he has also had some dirty fantasies about actually public sex, claiming you in a war meeting, maybe one of the generals flirts with you so he just fucks you in front of them
And of course a temperature play kink. He's gonna heat his hands up just enough to excite you and push his fingers into you
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just take your shit and go
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ex!abby, bottom!reader
men dni!!!! NSFW
cw: pretty vanilla, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), praise kink, make up sex, idk what else
a/n: yall i thought i would be done this on tuesday. ive been so busy this week w work and life ive barely had time to write. this oneâs a bit short but i had to get this idea down. i might improve it some time in the future. not proofreading and i kind of dont like it but thats ok. also requests are open as always. AND THANK YOU FOR SM SUPPORT ON YOU ARE SUCH A NERD! I GENUINELY WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. xx.
you and your ex broke up two weeks ago, a huge fight blew up between the two of you which is why abby is at the door of your apartment, backpack slung over her shoulder, to collect the rest of her things. when you answer the door, you see abbyâs gaze rake over your body.
âseriously abs?â you scoff at her, looking down at your abbyâs baggy t-shirt, âdo i get my shirt back?â she asks as she rolls her eyes at you, gesturing to the band tee. âoh. uh. yeah. i guessâ you respond in a quiet tone.
âdo you want a drink or something?â you offer and abby shakes her head, her blonde braid moving along with. the braid she would only take out at home when she was with you. the braid you used to tug on when she was drunk off your pussy to see her half-lidded blue eyes. you lick your bottom lip at the thought before shaking it away.
âare you gonna let me come in?â abby asks in a slightly annoyed tone. you get out of the doorway and allow her to come into the apartment. âmost of your stuff is on the couch,â you mumble as you point over to the piles of things you threw onto the couch in a blind rage the night she left.
âaw how sweet of you to put everything on the couch for me.â abby says sarcastically, resulting in an eye roll from you. âjust take your shit and go.â you grab a couple boxes and put them on the coffee table. you watch as she starts packing away her clothes into the boxes, standing awkwardly. âso this is it then?â you ask,
âwhat do you mean?â
âall it took was a fight.â
abby walks over to you, crossing her arms and resting her weight on her hip, âyou were the one who told me to get out and never talk to you again, if i remember correctly.â
âbecause i was mad. i didnt actually expect you to go.â you look up to her eyes, trying to find any trace of resentment, but you find none. instead you still find love, âwhy are you looking at me like that?â she puts her hands on your waist, instinctively your own arms wrap around her neck. âim not looking at you like anything.â
âyou are.â you play with her braid, âyouâre looking at me like you still care.â she leans in and kisses you, catching you by surprise. the kiss is full of longing and desire. the way she holds you makes you feel as though a fire is stirring within you. she pulls away and sighs, walking back to the couch and sitting down.
âyoure so confusing. i mean you tell me to go then dont want me to go? then you dont even text me for two weeks and when you finally do its because you want my stuff out of the apartment.â you nod, knowing youâre in the wrong here. âbut i still care about you y/n.â abby leans back on the couch, practically beckoning you to come and sit on her lap.
you make your way over to the couch, sitting in silence as the both of you look at each other, tension growing in the air. âim sorry. i shouldnât have told you to go.â you apologize, breaking the silence. âi shouldnât have left.â her voice is softer than before, her hand find its way to your knee and her thumb brushes soothingly along your skin. the apology hangs over the two of you, and once again your eyes meet. abbyâs eyes have a look of desire in them, one you know all too well. thatâs all it takes for you to climb over and straddle her.
her hands find your hips immediately, âiâve missed you, ya know.â you say gently, âprove it.â your hands hold her face and you kiss her again, sensually and slowly. abbyâs hands run up your back to your hair trying to deepen the kiss. you part you lips and your tongue meets hers. you almost moan at the familiar taste, but you pull away instead, âdoes that prove it?â she lowers you onto the couch so youâre below her, âhavenât proved it quite yet.â she murmurs as she captures your lips once more. her hands slide up under your shirt as your tongues dance together, palming and squeezing your breasts, the simple action resulting in arousal shooting down to your core. she captures your moans with her mouth, before planting kisses down your neck, suckling the sweet skin.
moments later both your clothes are on the floor as abby kisses your inner thighs, âabs pleaseâ you beg, âi need you.â she looks up at you, âmm look at you begging for me, so needy, huh?â she goes back to sucking and kissing your thighs and you push her head towards your soaked pussy, âabbyyyy please.â you beg, âhm? what do you need pretty girl? need me to eat your pussy?â she nudges your clit with her nose eliciting a needy whine from you. âfuck, just eat me out already! please!â your begs are desperate now, your aching cunt waiting for attention. she pulls your legs over her shoulders and laps your slick, the sensation drawing a shiver from you. your hands clutch her hair as she begins sucking your clit, âfuck abby yeahâ the moan is involuntary and in response you feel the vibration of her own.
youre a complete mess under her by the time the knot in your stomach snaps, your release dripping out of you pussy and onto your thighs. abby just keeps going, lewd sounds leaving you and echoing around your living room. she slips her fingers into you and curls them, your back arches as she repeatedly hits your g-spot, âso fuckin pretty when youâre falling apart babyâ she murmurs softly. she uses her thumb on your clit and itâs like youâre on top of the world, your cries are becoming pornographic at this point and itâs just egging her on, âyeah, you like my fingers filling you dont you?â she nips your hip, âmmhh yeahhh. fuck baby âm gonna cum!â she keeps hitting your g-spot and the pressure building up inside of you reaches its peak, you feel your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers, âyoure doing so good for me baby.â she lets you ride out your high on her before sliding her fingers out, âfuck i missed you so much abbyâ you say, she kisses you, âi missed you tooâ
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- gemini / mercury / uranus / aqua change their identity a lot online. They place a lot of importance on their online identity and as they change so does their online personas.
- Mercury dominance if well placed Learnt to talk very early and saturn mercury aspects learnt to speak a bit late or may speak with a bit of hesitation.
- chiron in 1st have deep rooted identity issues and may also not be able to relax in photos and stuff. Some may even go to the extent of not wanting to take pictures at all.
- count yourself lucky if : air signs ask for your advice.. They don't ask option from everyone. Similarly if fire signs seek you out or show you their defeated side and depressed side. They Always want people to seem them as optimistic fiery and determined but like evryone they too go through down times but they tend to bounce back faster than others.
- Mercury saturn or Mercury rx may have great conversations with themselves in their heads but when it comes out it night miss the mark or.. Like not sound as good as it did in their brains.
- all mercury /gemini dominants open 3 to 5 tabs at the same time. And don't finish a single one completely. Change my mind.
- moon pluto tumultuous emotions. Whiplash. One extrene or the other. Mood changes just with a single event. The whole room can feel the shift as well. Moon and Pluto both give out unstable, watery and intense emotions. It can be difficult if negatively aspected. Even if positively aspected it can lead to the feeling overwhelming emotions.
- People with pluto in 1st, their emotions are hidden. No one knows how they feel. Mostly i see geminis get all the credit for their glib tongues. But have you ever seen a Pluto person toy with people when they know they truth ? They'll lie so effortlessly that even the people who know the truth will start to believe the lie is the truth. Their words and their facial expressions while lying is so controlled and natural it's scary.
- Asteroid Cerea shows is how we nurture. Aries ceres is the defender of the group and people who tend to protect people who are defenseless esp animals. Taurus is the comforter. And so on. But aspects and the house in which Ceres is in also plays a major role.
- Uranus / gemini in 3rd house have lots of ideas at the same time but many are unfocused and evrything is gone in a fleet. They may have a brilliant idea but Lose it in the next second. It'll be better if they scribble down their thoughts anywhere somewhere so they'll have a basic idea of what they thought.
- I fucking admire Aries women, esp as a Libra, like how tf..? i used to have a friend, she used to do some pretty controversial shit in high school but like never once let anything get iin her way and is now a part time business woman...like come on...how are you so headstrong ? And somehow things also tend to workout for them
- every mutable person has a box full of drafts all half done and of various types but all undone. Its a mess of ideas and posts half written and lost interest and motivation along the way...but I'll save it for another day when I will want to finish it up.
- If an air sign texts you daily, they like you. Especially instant replies . đ
- scorpio, and Venus Pluto aspects also tend to fall for someone who is out of their grasp. they like to torture themselves like that đ or they'll think that they don't deserve the person they're in love with. Its Always one or the other with them.
- venus neptune contacts produce the devoted worshipper type lovers. They will worship the ground their love walks on and will turn a blind eye to their faults. This is most definitely not a healthy patter of behaviour. Please don't indulge in this.
- mercury dominants can't fucking shut their brain off. they have a lot of nervous energy. And will Always be actively thinking about atleast two things at once.
- actually now that i think about it, my bffs in high are an Aries sun, me a sag rising and my frnd a leo sun. and i still wonder why the girls didn't like us đđ if fire signs get together whether they stir up drama or not, it'll either find them or people will hold them responsible for it even if they aren't.
- gemini and Mercury dominants can imitate very well especially the accents. Their adpative ability is out of charts and a bit creepy tbh. how they change acc to people, how they acclimatise to their surroundings ax cultures, they have this ability which allows to be another person if they like.
- mars - pluto negative aspects may have r*pe dreams often even if they haven't had any such encounters.
- pluto in 1st are ironically afraid of death and illness more so than the usual person.
- 11th house sign may show how we behave online.
-geminins have this weird ability to take and soak up information from all over the place and somehow put it together perfectly . they learn stuff from disorderly messes but they seem to understand it with clarity.
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You're the exception to everything Jason Todd knows about himself. He'll deal with that later. ~1.2k words
Jason Todd doesn't smile a lot. But with you it comes easy. It wasn't anything big that drew his awareness to the fact. You were just folding laundry with him while your favorite show played in the background.
It wasn't grand. It wasn't life changing. But he's grinning with all of his teeth, and he can't seem to wipe the expression off his face.
It's stupid, really, because all you did was offer to fold the sheets so he didn't have to. And now he's giddy. He'd be embarrassed, but he's too distracted by the melody you're humming softly.
He decides to be embarrassed about it later.
Jason doesn't talk a lot about himself. He talks to people, sure, talks a lot about cases and crime, and Gotham and the mission. But the deep and dirty personal stuff? He shies away from it.
Well, that's not completely true. Not with you.
He's talking about himself now, your head on his shoulder as you stare out at the city from the rooftop. He's not patrolling tonight, and you insisted on a picnic dinner to enjoy what's left of summer.
It's peaceful, and he hooks an arm around your back when you tug his hoodie tighter around yourself, staving off the slight chill in the air. He rambles a little more, he can't help it, he always wants to talk with you, listen to you.
He'd be insecure if you weren't so obviously engaged, prompting him to keep talking and sharing your own thoughts.
He decides to second guess himself later, and enjoy the shining lights of Gotham for now.
Jason doesn't hug a lot, but you're his exception. A hug hello, a hug goodbye, a thank you hug, a 'I'm glad you're okay' hug.
He cherishes them, wraps you up against him, and doesn't let go until he starts to worry he's making you uncomfortable. He'd probably never let go if he wasn't so scared of seeming desperate to hold you.
It's notâ he doesn't mean anything by it, really. There's not anything more to it.
You're just warm, soft, and you smell like you. And Jason doesn't know anything more calming and soothing than you. So, if he craves the hugs you so freely give, isn't that okay? Wouldn't anyone feel the same?
He decides to wallow in his worries later, and focuses on the way you let him bury his face against your shoulder.
Jason knows a lot of things. Things about the world, life, people, space. Things anyone else would never even be the slightest bit curious about. But, sometimes, he just doesn't know what to do with you.
It's infuriating, the way you seem to care more about others' safety than your own.
There was no reason for you to go back into fire to try and help people out. There was no reason to put yourself in danger when he was right there to take care of it.
He has no idea what was going through your head when he hauled you out of the burning building. He would have dragged you by the back of your neck if it meant you just listened to him. If, for just a second, you considered that you could have died.
The thought makes him sick. The churning of his stomach isn't enough to distract from the angry look on your face. He wonders if he was too rough with you. He can't bring himself to regret it if he was when you start coughing from the smoke.
He knows he's too rough, this time, when he pushes you towards the paramedics and heads back to the fire.
He can break down later, throw his lunch up into the toilet later, because he's always too rough. But right now? He has a job to do.
Jason fights a lot. Breaks the bones of criminals, beats bruises onto thugs, shoots bullet holes into goons. But, he doesn't really fight with you. Tonight's different.
He doesn't think you should be so angry at him. He pulled you out of a raging inferno, after all. If anything, you should be giving him one of your hugs.
You're not doing that, though. Your face is scrunched up, and you're livid, and he can practically feel the tension between you two like a physical wall. He wishes he knew the right words to say that will make you see his side.
You accuse him of thinking you can't take care of yourself. (He's fully aware you can) You tell him he was reckless to go back into the fire. (You did it first!)
You snap that he was more preoccupied with pulling you out when there were other people in danger. (Duh. You're his priority. You could have had both feet out the door, and he still would have carried you out before anyone else)
You look completely fed up by the time you're done with your rant, and he's pretty sure he's only making the situation worse because he hasn't given you an answer.
It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just he doesn't have anything to say.
He wouldn't change what he did. He's sorry he upset you. But he's never been good with words or apologies, not even with you.
So he doesn't say a thing, just stares at you with clenched fists while he waits for the inevitable order for him to leave.
And he really is prepared to leave. He's surprised it hasn't happened sooner. He'll hate it. He'll probably even do something stupid over it. But he wouldn't force the weight that is his company on you.
He'll accept that this is what changes what he is to you. At least, he'll try. Later. Right now, he's focused on not crying as the silence drones on.
Your voice calling his name cuts through his thoughts, and his gaze snaps back up to yours. He hadn't even realized he'd dropped it. You step forward, and he braces himself for what's to come. The end of this. You and him.
But the end doesn't come. You cup his faceâ cradle his face and ask him why he looks so miserable.
Jason's good at running. Good at burying his emotions. He has to be. But you don't look angry anymore. You look concerned. You looked more worried than you did when he was last bleeding out onto your couch. So he spills his guts.
He stumbles out how he's too rough and too wrong and he knew you'd want him gone eventually but he's not ready to go and could you please just forgive him this once for not being what you needed him to be?
He waits for you to push him away. You don't. His shoulder slump when you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him so tightly that he has no choice but to believe that you want him to stay.
He doesn't hesitate to latch onto you and mumble nonsense into your hair. Promises that he'll be better. Different. Whatever you need.
You tuck yourself closer to his chest and tell him you don't need him to be anyone else but him. The rest of your reassurances are muffled into the fabric of his clothes when he clutches you tighter.
Jason isn't very good at admitting his feelings. But he wants to. With you.
He'll figure it out later. But for right now, he lets himself sink deeper into your hug, and all the serenity you bring.
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Take these observations for what they are: personal observations.
Super duper long because I love you all. :)
Aries moons tend to always be on the move. Often times, these natives have something energetically "off" at home which results in them not even wanting to be there. They're the type to always be at work or at their friend's place. May have parents they want to get away from. At least one of their parents leans toward a more masculine energy.
You cannot be in your feelings when you talk to a Virgo moon. Their love language is literally telling you all the ways you can improve yourself. It's not necessarily that they're trying to make you feel some type of way, they genuinely don't think there's anything offensive about it. They're naturally attracted to "fixer-uppers" and they love a good project. Only problem is, people are not your projects and your loved ones are allowed to be flawed.
On the note of Virgo moons, they also have a tendency to be permanently unimpressed. My mom has this placement and my sister and I always wanted grand reactions to the stuff we did as kids, but we never got them. Even to this day, my mom is the queen of giving absolutely nothing extra energetically lol. They literally look like this emoji --->đ. Unless they have fire placements, they tend to be the definition of stoicism.
I've been studying the relationship between Scorpio moons and their mothers for a while now because it is such an interesting dynamic. I noticed in the past, that Scorpio moon natives may experience a rather controlling mother figure, but I've recently noticed that this controlling nature goes both ways. Yes, their mother has control over them and their actions, but they have just as much control over her too. They're almost like puppets to each other. It's an incredibly intriguing dynamic that honestly leaves me speechless. Makes you wonder, in these specific situations, "Is anyone here truly the victim?"
We've talked about how moon signs can manifest and what your mother may have taught you, but what I have yet to touch on is how your moon sign reflects your mother's pregnancy experience. I've studied this a bit and I think my mom is the perfect example! My sister and I have opposing moon signs: Cancer and Capricorn. I've spoken to my mom in-depth about both her pregnancies and here is how she describes them:
-Pregnancy with Cancer moon: she was overweight, gained 50+ lbs during her pregnancy, used food to cope with her abusive relationship, was on bedrest, too depressed to do or go anywhere, spent most of her days in the house crying.
-Pregnancy with Capricorn moon: she was in amazing physical condition, gained less than 20 lbs during pregnancy (10 lbs of that was baby), had endless energy, worked out every day, worked overtime at her job, was broken up from my dad, lived alone, was in her bag.
Opposite moon signs and two completely different pregnancies!! Crazy, right?!
I've heard the theory that Capricorn moons are the eldest child, which is true in many cases. However, in my experience as a Capricorn moon, I'm the youngest and my eldest sister is a Cancer moon. But that doesn't debunk my "big sister" energy lol. My sister has always referred to me as her "big little sister" and when we were younger and my mom left us home alone, she always left me in charge. My Cancer moon sister was known for her big emotions and ability to quickly lose control. This dynamic has always been funny to me. Ex. We had a tornado watch (super rare where I live) and my sister was running around the house screaming and crying. While I was calmly in my bedroom playing dolls keeping it kosher. đ¤Ł
God really did give his toughest battles to Virgo, Scorpio and Capricorn moons. No one else is doing it like us! We came equipped with everything we needed to handle ALL the bs in our families.
Don't scorch me fire moons, but where is the personal accountability? I've seen water signs talk their way out of some situations, but the way a fire moon will dance around the truth really needs to be studied. I made this observation before and a Sag moon came for me which is how you know it's true. đ
Moon sign compatibility is so real y'all. As an earth moon, I mainly form deep connections and bonds with other earth moons and *some* water moons. The other elements just don't do it for me. Even with my fire placements & degrees, I still struggle to understand fire moons.
I've read before that Leo moons have a tendency to be selfish, which I concur depending on the situation. But I think the reason why some of them act like this is because often times, they are either the only child or the favorite child. So they literally don't know what it means to compromise or not get their way. I've only met 2 Leo moons (that I know of) years apart and they both had the same tendencies and personality. Let me know if you've had a more positive experience with this moon sign!
Fixed moons may have mothers who are very controlling over their lives. Their mothers have a âfixedâ idea of what their childâs life should look like. They have a tendency to have a puppet & puppeteer relationship. Iâve noticed that because of this, these natives tend to have one area of their lives that their mother canât control and they spiral out of control in that area. Kinda like a âlook mom, you canât control me in EVERY wayâ type thing. The most common areas Iâve noticed this in is their sex lives and drugs/alcohol use.
Of course the above note is based on personal experience. Iâve heard quite a few mothers of fixed moons say to other people: âI made them do thisâ âthere was no way I was gonna let them not do thisâŚâ like the kid has no choice in the matter.
Okay, enough about moon signs. For now...
This may not be too popular with the astro girlies buttt I believe we have a tendency to attract the versions of signs we speak into existence. For example, when I first started studying astrology, I was sick to my stomach to see that I was a Sagittarius rising because I had back-to-back experiences with Sagittarius suns stabbing me in the back, so I told myself they were the worst. In time, I wanted to accept all of my chart which included my own Sag placements. I had to heal my understanding and perception of them to see them differently. Now, I attract the funniest and kindest Sag suns! It all started with me. This is your sign to heal your trauma with that placement. đ¤ (yes, this is also a message to myself). What you see won't change until you change what you see!
If there's anything a mutable rising is gonna do it's change their physical appearance.
Earth risings, rising at earth degree, or chart ruler in earth house: these people are less likely to take bold chances and risks with their appearances. Not really the type to dye their hair crazy colors, although they are quick to get visible tattoos.
Virgo in big 6 appears naturally put together. They don't really have to get ready because they stay ready. And they expect the same from you, especially if you're their romantic partner. This is amplified if they have Libra or Leo placements.
Iâve noticed Virgo suns and risings are much less likely to wear makeup. I see them with it maybe once a year and even then itâs like one coat of mascara and some highlighter. One thing I have heard a lot of Virgo women say is that they literally donât know how to do their makeup which may factor into why they donât wear it. Virgo moons however do tend to wear makeup.
Aries and Scorpio placements are very protective of their loved ones. One wrong look in their direction and they're ready to pounce.
Gemini-Sagittarius axis: if there's one thing these placements are gonna do it's laugh at absolutely nothing for an extended period of time.
Taurus and Libra placements, do you really need that new blouse? Or that new stationary knowing dang well you have more than enough? No, put it back. Aht! PUT IT BACK. And keep your receipts, so when you get home from that impulsive purchase, you can bring it right back where you got it from.
Something about Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius and Capricorn placements in dark academia that really does something to me chile...dark academia was made for us!
Saturn rules teeth. Saturn placements and aspects can describe your teethâs appearance and health. Saturn aspecting Jupiter may have larger teeth. Aspecting Mercury may result in the native having smaller teeth or possibly getting veneers. Saturn aspecting Venus can manifest as the native receiving many compliments on their teeth/smiles. In the case of harsher aspects, the native can feel their teeth directly hinder their perceived beauty.
Iâve noticed people with prominent Gemini/Virgo/Mercury placements are much more likely to have gaps in between their front teeth. Often times, this is a result of their teeth being on the smaller side.
Virgo placements (esp. moons) can have naturally âperfectâ teeth that donât require braces. But upon closer inspection, you can see their teeth are not perfect, but rather, the imperfections are so minuscule you have to truly look to find them.
Libra Suns typically go for either the relaxed look (very natural appearance, not much makeup) or all the frills (makeup, couture, luxury). I have yet to see an in between. Libras with Scorpio/8th house influence enjoy darker colors and go for a much more relaxed look. More likely to portray a dark feminine embodiment of Venus or a more natural feminine. Especially if they have Virgo placements.
Aries suns (males and females) are the BIGGEST sweethearts and I donât see enough people praise them for their pure hearts. đĽš
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Heyyy hope youâre having a wonderful day! I wanted to request a Sparrow Ben Hargreeves one shot where like Y/N is oblivious to his feelings while heâs trying to drop hints?? (but failing because something always happens)
If not thatâs totally fine!!! No pressure :3
oooo okay okay I can definitely try!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 𫶠; alsonsorry this is so bad idk y I flopped on this đ
SPARROW! BEN ; damnit
summary ; ben's always being cockblocked
warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol
disclaimers ; takes place post s3 - pre s4
word count ; 881
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You stand in the kitchen with Luther, making dinner with him for the family. Everyone, aka the Hargreeves and Lila plus their kids, had come over for a little reunion for their birthday. You weren't a Hargreeves, nor did you have powers, but they were your only friends, and they each saved your life at least once.
Ben approaches, leaning on the counter where you chop up some green onions, a pot and pan on the stove behind you.
"Hey" He smiles. "Whatcha up to?"
You shrug. "Chopping up some onions. What's up?"
"Nothing, really. Allison picked out a really dumb movie to watch and I can't stand it anymore" He answers.
You'd tuned out the family in the living room just a few feet away, focused on your meal prepping / creating. You look up at the TV, seeing the family sprawled around the furniture, kids playing with toys on the floor.
"Ben, stop, this movie is so good" You reply, turning back to your cutting board.
"It's some cheesey Hallmark movie?"
"Hush"
The two of you are silent for a moment before he speaks again.
"Your hair looks really nice today-"
"Fuck!"
The siblings quickly shoot up from their spots, Ben jumping a bit as you rush to the stove.
You'd accidently lit the chicken on fire. Somehow.
You quickly slam a lid over the pan of chicken, not wanting to fuel the grease fire any more than you had. You quickly shut off the burner, slowly looking back at Ben.
"Could you go get me more chicken from the store? I'll give you the money, I just need to look over all this stuff, sorry for asking on your birthday-"
"Yeah, sure!" He quickly replies. "Anything for you"
"Hey, Y/n" Ben smiles, "I brought you flowers"
"Awe, thank you!" You reply, accepting the gift as he enters your home.
"I kinda wanted to talk to you about something-"
Your phone rings, the number being the one of your workplace. You grab it, looking to him before accepting the call.
"I gotta take this really quick, sorry"
He nods, watching you trail into the other room, flowers still in hand. He stands by the door, unknowing of what to do in the moment. He soaks up his own silence, listening to your unintelligible speech behind the walls.
You return swiftly, a sorry expression on your face.
"I'm so sorry, Ben, I need to go in, it's urgent. Uhm, we'll talk later, yeah?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Be safe"
As he quickly exits your home, he mutters to himself.
"Damnit"
"I dunno, maybe I'm crazy," you chuckle, picking up another piece of food with your fork.
"I don't think you're crazy." Ben shrugs. "I think you're overworked and tired"
You both sit in a booth at a restaurant, a bright light shining over the table, warm food on your plates. You were eating out because you both didn't want to cook dinner at home tonight. Being alone sucked for both of you. If only you both had the balls to talk to each other.
But that's your problem, you oblivious fuck.
You shrug at his response. "I dunno, I think being alone, living alone, is slowly driving me insane."
"I mean, you could live with me," He mumbles, picking at his food.
"Hm?" You hum, having not heard him.
"Oh, nothing"
"...You sure?"
"Yeah"
The silence blankets you once more as you listen to the nearby commotion. The other families eating, the bustling workers, the music over the speakers.
You listened to everything but him, didn't you?
Today was the day. Ben was going to ask you out and he was not going to let himself or anything else get in his way.
Well, maybe red wine ruining his shirt would.
Why did he decide to take you to a bar in the first place is what we're all wondering. It didn't take much for him to get at least buzzed, which was his current state.
You decided to walk him back home, not wanting him to walk in the dark all by his lonesome. The walk is quiet, considering his slightly bruised ego. Jesus, he'd never get the chance to ask you at this point.
He slumps onto his bed as you lead him into his home, yelling into his mattress. You stand behind him, silent, finding this normal, because it was.
"What're you mad about now?" You sigh, throwing a pair of pajamas on him which you'd gotten from his dresser.
"I wanted to ask you out, and I have for a while, and every time I try it gets fucking ruined!" He slurs, yelling into his mattress once more.
You blink, confused. "What?"
"I like you, Y/n, Jesus," He groans, rolling over to look at you.
"Oh"
"'Oh' what?"
"I didn't realize" You shrug.
"I know. That's why I was trying to hint at it and even tell you, but you're oblivious, and things always have to go sideways at the wrong time," Ben speaks.
"I mean, I'd go out with you"
He raises an eyebrow. "Actually?"
"Yeah" You shrug. "Why not?"
"Oh my God, that took the biggest weight off my shoulders." He rolls off the bed on accident, landing on the floor.
You laugh.
"Damnit"
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Robes |Zuko X Reader| HC
Summary: Your relationship with Zuko and how your friends found out.
Warnings: Implied intamacy???? Bed sharing. Kissing.
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You were well acquainted with the Gaang. You'd served as a sort of double agent for them during the war once Zuko had teamed up with them. He knew they'd need some inside information, so he contacted you, knowing full well your ideals did not align with the fire nation.
You're the daughter of the prestigious Admiral Zhou, a ruthless military head who wouldn't hesitate to turn you in if he found out you were leaking information to the enemy.
It was easy to keep them updated. Your father had an ego the size of the moon, always going on and on about his achievements and new findings and whatnot. He was never home for long, leaving you in your mother's care and making it easy to sneak away. You mostly sent messenger Hawks, but once they'd infiltrated the fire nation you met in person.
You mostly met with Zuko, but occasionally, Sokka or Aang would take his place. You didn't mind. It was nice seeing more of the people you were risking your life for.
After the war, once Zuko took over as Fire Lord, he invited you to be a part of his cabinet. You weren't sure why, seeing as how the other members have some sort of military or consulting experience, and you're just a teenager who sent letters.
Strategy meetings were weekly, so you saw Zuko more often than any of the others. They visited when they could, but with the long list of air temple repairs, it was difficult to make time.
Not that you minded. You loved spending time with him, with or without the rest of the entourage.
Zuko was always accommodating to you, even going as far as to offer you a room in the palace 'if you ever need it.' He'd had the room fully furnished and closet stocked with spare outfits.
Occasionally, if meetings ran long, you'd stay in said room. It was a luxury the other members weren't granted, and honestly, it made you feel special.
When all the immediate post-war issues finally calmed down and Zuko had more free time, he always asked you to stick around or come keep him company.
He's the fire lord. He can't easily leave the palace, especially to do regular teenager things like laze around the shops or sneak into theaters, so you were limited to what the palace could offer.
You'd taken to gardening with him, something Zuko found very alluring. You played board games, baked pastries, and anything else you two could come up with.
Before long, you found yourself spending most of your time with him on the property. Occasional sleepovers quickly become several times a week. It wasn't long before you basically lived there, so you bit the bullet and brought the rest of your stuff to the palace.
Within a few months, you shared a kiss near the pond in the garden. Things slowly escalated over the next year or so. That first nervous kiss became the norm. You shared dinners and late night talks, often going so far into the night you'd just crash in his bed.
Before long, your room became obsolete. Your bed was hardly ever touched, your clothes were in his closet, items in his drawers, and toiletries in his restroom.
You'd heard the staff gossip from time to time, which you didn't necessarily mind, but it definitely made you blush. It felt like getting caught despite doing nothing wrong.
For a while, Katara would tease you mercilessly. She didn't know anything, or at least didn't lead you to believe she did. She just liked the idea of everyone finding someone, and you were the only girl Zuko ever talked to.
You went out of your way to cover up the obvious aspects of your relationship when your friends were around. You agreed early on to keep things under wraps, not wanting to harm the groups dynamic if things didn't work out.
But that was almost a year and half ago, and now it felt wrong to say anything. Like you had betrayed their trust somehow. You felt bad for lying to your friends about what was going on, but honestly, neither of you could bring yourself to admit the two of you had been dishonest for so long.
You woke up and patted the bed beside you. It was still warm, but Zuko wasn't there. You got up and picked up a robe off the floor to cover your nightwear. It was unlike him to leave without even waking you, so you'd go see what he was up to.
You exited his quarters and immediately saw the entire Gaang. They just stared at you in shock, having a hard time piecing things together.
"Did you just come out of Zuko's room?" Sokka asked.
"You saw me, didn't you?"
"Are those his clothes?" Katara asked.
You glanced down. They were, in fact, his clothes. You just stared at her, refusing to answer. Of course, Katara would notice they were his specifically and not just standard robes.
Zuko dragged his hand down his face. Of course, this is how they'd find out. Not after a long, thought-out conversation over a planned dinner or outing. They had to see you walk out of his room compromised after an impromptu visit.
They hastled you two for the rest of the day, asking horrifically personal questions and guilt tripping you into answering them. They bothered you for information about your intimate lives and dating preferences.
Late into the night, when the fire and excitement died down, Katara and Toph cornered you about the secrecy. You were huddled up in your room for a girls only sleepover when they decided to attack, giving you no choice but to be completely honest.
"We kept it quiet in case things didn't work out. Then some time passed... and we started feeling guilty about hiding it, and we just never found the right time."
"There didn't have to be a right time. Were your friends, not your subjects."
"I know. There's just a lot of pressure when you're with a friend who also happens to be the Fire Lord."
Luckily, you have amazing friends who understand people make mistakes. They squashed your anxiety about the whole thing, making sure you knew they weren't mad or disappointed.
But that absolutely did not stop them from holding over your heads for the unforeseeable future.
#zuko x reader#fire lord zuko#atla zuko#prince zuko#zuko#zuko x you#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar
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okay this isnt gonna be a coherent post please forgive me but i want to. talk about isabeau and the mask that he wears because it hits me SO hard in the chest.
all of it, the fact that he doesnt confess, the fact that he plays an idiot, the way he tries to come off as bold and brave? its all an act! siffrin, when going through his friendquest enough times, literally goes "you aren't the only actor in this play". its all a facade! its all fake! or, well, its not all fake, but its all stuff he kind of puts on. some of it is fake it till you make it, of course! some of it... isnt.
because thats another thing siffrin is right about! isabeau is a coward. isabeau is a coward who wants so desperately to be liked that he pretends he isnt one. hell throw himself into the line of fire when the people he cares about are at risk, sure, but when it comes to himself? he keeps himself sealed up under lock and key. he wont confess to siffrin because hes scared of letting the feelings out there, he tells mira that hes 'too stupid' to worry, he lets odile tell him that they dont count on him to know things. because hes worried that if people know who he actually is, with all the dumb buff and goofy exterior, they'll hate him.
"doesnt that feel like someone you wouldnt feel ashamed of knowing?" he says that to siffrin, someone he has a romantic interest in. thats something he genuinely believes someone he respects could think about him. isabeau likes himself better than he used to, sure, but he clearly isnt as comfortable with himself as hell lead you to believe. i also think it shows in how he reacts to siffrins outburst in act five!!! he outright says that its all true! even if it was mean, if it hurt, it was also accurate to him as a person. isa is comfortable with himself, he likes himself, but he doesnt... love himself. and its hard to believe that other people love you when you feel that way. even if, like isa, you know rationally that they do.
hes smart and stamps out that intelligence, hes emotionally intelligent in all matters but his own. his heart is so big to compensate for how small he used to feel. and sometimes he still feels that small. but he can always change, cant he? he can always move forward.
#in stars and time spoilers#in stars and time#isat#isat spoilers#isabeau isat#isat meta#GRGHRGHFHB I LIKE HIM.
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The Oneđž
Summary: Life always felt like something was missing and falling into a funk you go to move to forks to live with your best friend Jacob and everything seems to fall into place when he introduces you to his friends
Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader
â˘Masterlistâ˘
Every since I was little I felt like something was missing, like no matter how happy and whole my life felt it was never enough and when I grew into my teen years it just got worse, so my mom thought it be best to send me to live with our family friends in Forks Washington where we use to live before we moved
Getting out of the cab seeing the familiar red house feeling the fresh coastal air breeze across me something clicked in me, like everything was gonna somehow be better here
I got my suitcase out of the car waving goodbye to the man that drove me all this way from the airport
âY/N!!! YOURE HERE!â I turned seeing Jacob running out the door to me with wide open arms
Dropping my bags I jumped into his arms as he swung me around holding me tight then setting me gently on the ground again
âI canât believe youâre back, I missed you so muchâ
âJake we call almost every dayâ I laugh as he picks up my bags leading me back to the house
âI know but itâs not the same as actually having you here, plus I think itâll be good for you, I have a bunch of friends now and we do stuff all the time and theyâll love you!â He was as excited as a little kid in a candy shop and it warmed my heart, finally being back in the town I was born in, the place I only ever felt right before moving
He dropped my bags in a little room, seemingly nervous at what Iâll think of it
âI love it, thank you and Billy agains for letting me stayâ
âAnytime! Now I planned a little welcome home fire tonight for you, food, music and youâll get to meet the whole pack!â
âPack?â
âOh umm yeah likeâŚ.i mean my friends, our whole group, my friend Bella from town and some of the elders, I remember how you loved those stories theyâd tell us as kidsâ
âYou did all that for me?!â
âOf course, youâre back home where you belong, itâs only right we celebrateâ
The night came and Jake was driving us to the go to spot they had fires and gatherings, we pulled up to a big open field by a little house, a big fire already roaring bright, hearing the cheerful voices from my open window as Jake shut off the engine
âCome on whatâre you waiting for?â Jake asked from my now open door, my nerves taking hold of me not even noticing he got out and was now waiting for me on my side of the truck
âIâm a little nervous what ifâŚ.what if they donât like me?â
âTheyâre nothing to be worried about, just think of them just like me, and youâre always relaxed around me now come on letâs get some food before Paul eats it allâ his words soothed me finally coursing me out of the truck
âOh I remember Paul, he use to play with us sometimes at the beach right?â
âYeah heâs become a bit of a hot head but he means well, heâs pretty protective of things that are importantâ he said handing me a plate as we got to the tables filled with food
âHey!! Jake come over here got a spot for you!â I heard a girl by the fire say waving him over
âThatâs Bella, Iâm gonna go talk with her, mingle around these people will be in your life as long as you live with meâ he smiled soothing my worries as he walked off
I picked up a chocolate chip muffin and placed it on the plate when someone spoke next to me
âHey you must be the girl of the hour, Iâm Emily Jake hasnât stopped talking about you since he found out you were moving here, Iâm glad to finally meet you!â She smiled giving me a warm motherly vibe
âItâs nice to meet you too! Thank you for coming I canât believe everyone came just for me, Iâm excited to reconnect and meet everyone!â
âCome on Iâll introduce you aroundâ she brought me around, I met Seth Clearwater who wasnât even born before I left but I remembered his sister Leah as well as Embry, I talked to Billy and the elders a bit before we moved on to the next
âHey Paul! Remember y/n and few of the others do already!â
âHow could I forget that little rascalâ he laughed as he looked up at me from his plate, his smile dropping as we made eye contact, his plate crumbling to the ground
Everything felt still, this connection and pull I felt to him like heâs the only thing the matters, that no matter what happens or where I go Iâll be safe and loved, he drops to his knees as I place me hands on his shoulders, admiring his features heâs changed so much, so tall so muscular so handsome, the chatter around us stopped feeling everyoneâs eyes on us but I donât care all I care about is this moment
âNo no no no NO, Paul really? Out of everyone it had to be my best friend?â Jake fumed snapping us out of this strange trance
âLike I can help it, but Iâm not complaining sheâs beautifulâ he said making my heart thump
âUmmm what just happened?â The confusing starting to set in
âRight, I wouldnât expect you to remember, come on weâll tell you everythingâ Jake grabbed my hand and sat me next to him at the fire, Paul quick to sit on my other side, his body heat relaxing me
The âpackâ went on to tell me everything, that the legends were true and most of the people including my best friend was a shifter, a wolf, it was hard to believe I mean wolves? But it wasnât until they told me about imprints and that I was now Paulâs, but it didnât feel wrong it felt completely right, like magically I was whole again
Everyone looked at me expectantly, anxious and waiting expression on everyone
âI know itâs a lot and we understand if you need time honeyâ Billy said comfortingly
âNoâŚâŚIâm fine really, I actually feel the best I have in a long timeâ I smile sheepishly as my cheeks rush with heat
âThat makes sense, itâs said that if youâre separated from your soulmate even if not imprinted yet it drains you and now that youâre back, youâre where youâre suppose to beâ Sam stated as he squeezed Emilyâs hand
I look next to be to Paul whoâs rough exterior I always remembered was gone now replaced with adoration as he looked at me like I hung the moon in the sky
âWould you like to go talkâŚ..privately?â I asked
âIâd loved to Angelâ he took my hand and led me away from the fire to the house, it was cozy just like Jakeâs home, well mine now too
âSoooo I guess Iâm your soulmateâ
âIâve been waiting for you, I always did have a crush on you when we were younger, always got jealous when Jake would talk about youâ he smirked as he brushed back my hair
âReally? You had a crush on me?â
âAlways, missed you a lot when you left, tried to forget about you but I never could get you out of my head, felt like something was missing with you gone and now I know whyâ
âSo what are we now?â My heart thumping fast
âAnything you want Angelâ he said squeezing my thigh
âCan we start with a date?â I ask placing my hand ontop of his that rested on my thigh
âIâd love that, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 5 Iâll plan something special!â
The clock showed 4:30 and I was a nervous wreck, this is my first date ever and itâs with a guy whoâs my soulmate and a wolf, how did my life change so drastically
I combed down my hair for the millionth time hearing Jake laugh behind me as he was sat on the bed
âAnd what are you laughing at?â
âYou, youâre fidgeting like crazyâ
âJake stopâŚIâve never done this before what if we go out and he realizes he doesnât wanna be with me, then Iâm alone againâ
âY/n/n heâs gonna love you, hell I see how jealous heâd get everytime Iâd bring you upâ
There was a knock at the door and my heart jumped, I got up and flattened down my ivory dress
âOkay how do I look?â
âYou look great now go on donât keep him waiting!â I rush to the door taking a deep breath and opening it to see Paul standing with a pair of jeans and a tight black short sleeve and a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands
âYou look beautiful wowâ he said in a daze as his eyes roamed over every inch of me
âYou donât look to bad yourself handsomeâ
âHere these are for you, but they canât compare to how pretty you areâ he said handing them over
âPaul stop youâre gonna make me blushâ I smiled placing the flowers in a little vase
âThatâs the goal, now letâs go Iâve got everything readyâ he gently took my hand leading me to the open field infront of the house
âWhereâs your truck?â
âWeâre going on footâ itâs just up the hill
We walked hand in hand for a while till we reached the cliff side with a beautiful view, there was string lights across the trees hanging over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket
âWow you did all this for me?â
âOf course and I got all your favourites! Had to get a few tips from Jakeâ he laughed as we sat down
âThis is so sweet, so far this is an amazing first dateâ I said taking a bite of a strawberry
âFirst? Youâve never been on a date before?â
âNoâŚ.ive never been interested in anyone beforeâŚ.well before nowâ I looked at him a bit embarrassed but being around him felt like heâd never judge me
âI get that, no one ever compared to how I feel for you, youâre the one, my only oneâ
Part 2?
#twilight x reader#twilight fluff#twilight wolves#twilight wolfpack#twilight saga#twilight#paul lahote x y/n#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote#paul lahote imagine#Paul lahote one shot#embry call#seth clearwater x reader#jacob black#jacob black x reader#edward cullen#bella swan#emmett cullen#leah clearwater#sam uley#jasper cullen
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the truth, the lie, and the surprise | jjk
plot | After Wooshik receives the surprise meant for your boyfriend, Jungkook is put in an interrogation situation to talk about his undisclosed relationship with a certain 'Princess'.
words | 1.6k+
genres | fluff, crack, Â secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au
pairing | jungkook x reader
note |Â this one's long overdue! the end is coming for this series. enjoy reading.
main masterlist  |  drabble series masterlist
âI really feel like Iâm not your friend anymore.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friendâs dramatics. His eyes have traveled everywhere in the diner except to Wooshik, whoâs sitting in front of him. Jungkook looks down at his chocolate milkshake, playing with the straw while listening to his friend.Â
This all began with the surprise flower arrangement you sent for himâ which he loved by the way. It was special for him, especially since you included tiger lilies, his favorite flower, in the center of the arrangement. It was his first time receiving one and he would have loved indulging in the fleeting feeling of having flowers sent to him. But, just less than an hour ago, Wooshik received the said delivery sent by you meant for him. At that point, Jungkook knew he had to reveal his relationship status because how else would you explain someone sending his flowers a day before Valentineâs?Â
At first, his stomach dropped when Wooshik asked him who Princess was. But now, sitting here in the diner near the bowling alley they initially talked about going to, he just keeps on biting his inner cheek to stop himself from smiling or even chuckling at how dramatic Wooshik is.
Wooshik continued after taking a sip from his ice-cold soda, âYou know? I feel like youâre keeping secrets from me. Iâm your best friend, Kook. Why are you hiding stuff from me? I never hide anything from you.â
Thatâs when Jungkook had to interfere, âFreshman year, 2015. You didnât tell me you got to go out with Grace Lee for not just oneâ or twoâ or three dates with her. You two went out for like a month. You knew thatââ
âOkay. maybe that. But that was one time and she came on to me in Bryanâs house party.â Wooshik defended himself, maintaining the same narrative he told him years ago when Jungkook found out about him and the girl he had his eyes on in the first couple of months of their freshman year.
âOkay. Then, this is my one time too,â Jungkook replied, leaning back to the vibrant red faux leather of the diner booth.
âYeah, but this oneâs pretty serious. I mean, she sent you flowers! And everything is starting to make sense now.âÂ
Wooshik recalled how his best friend gradually stayed lowkey every time they would go out. He was beginning to wonder why Jungkook stopped entertaining women who would come up to him at bars or any other place they went to. Plus, in Wooshikâs knowledge before this, Jungkook has been single for too long. It is unusual not just to him, but to everyone in your friend group. Jungkook used to be the subject of teasing by everyone because of how he struggled to commit to a relationship.
âDid you not tell about this because we bet on your relationships a long time ago?â he asked, recollecting when he, Jenny, Blaire, and occasionally Dara would take bets on how long his relationship would last. You always just laugh at them doing that but never join.
âMaybe,â Jungkook answered shortly. It is one of the factors you and him decided to stay private about your growing relationship.
âWhy keep her a secret? Does she know youâre keeping her a secret?â Wooshik began throwing rapid-fire questions.
Jungkook remained calm, âYes, she knows. Itâs a decision we made. Weâre not totally a secret, weâre just private.â
âWhat?â his best friend mumbled, confusion written all over his face. âWhatâs the differenceâ Has she met your mom?!â
âYes, a thousand times.âÂ
âAnd she never told me about it?!â he exclaimed.
Being friends for almost half of their lives now, Wooshik is basically Jungkookâs adoptive brother. He is close to his parents, especially to his mom, who treats him as her own. They would call each other at times like a real mother and son. But knowing these two people in his life, Jungkook knows that there was probably a time when his mom probably slipped on telling Wooshik about you. But he probably missed it.
âOkay, just ask anything right now. Iâll answer anything I can.âÂ
âIs Princess her name? Or itâs just some kind of nickname?â Wooshik asked.
âA nickname.â
âHow long have you been together?â
There was this weird tension in the air when Wooshik asked him these questions. Jungkook finds it funny that he feels like a criminal being interrogated by an officer, who is just his friend being naive and curious at the same time.
âMore than two years,â Jungkook replied, looking straight into his friendâs eyes. Thatâs when he sees Wooshikâs eyes get bigger as more realizations set in his head.
âTwo years?! Have I met her before?â he asked so loudly that the couple from the table next to them looked in their direction.
His tone was almost accusatory. Out of context, if youâre a stranger listening to these two men, you would assume that they are a couple and that Jungkook cheated on Wooshik. Jungkook turned his head to the couple and slightly bowed his head to offer a silent apology for the bother. Then, he looked back at his friend.
âYes, you already did.âÂ
Wooshikâs jaw dropped to the dinerâs checkered floor. He was left with no words while trying to recall every woman he met around Jungkook. He tried to trace back every woman he met because of him. But with him having a brain like a sieve, itâs hopeless. And as if Wooshikâs jaw can get lower, Jungkook continued.
âA lot of times already actually.â
Is it rude that Jungkook is enjoying this? At this point, he is just teasing his best friend for his reactions. Feeling his mouth run dry, Wooshik closed his mouth.
âAm I⌠the only one who didnât know about this?â he asked slowly, admittedly feeling a little dumb with not realizing this secret Jungkook had been keeping.
âWill it make you less offended about this whole thing if I tell you you're the first to know in our friend group?â
Wooshik nods his head slowly, âMaybe.â
âOkay.â Jungkook nods. âYou are the only one who knows.â
He smiled even wider, knowing full damn well that he is lying.
An hour after they arrived there, the two ended up walking back home after finishing their drinks at the diner. The plans of going to the bowling alley next door were all gone when Wooshik remembered that he had lesson plans and school activities needed to prepare for the upcoming week.
âSo, Princess. Two years. I met her before. Iâm the first one to know.â Wooshik recited every vital information he learned today.
âYup.â Jungkook nods.
As soon as they got back in his house, Jungkook was asked of another question.
âWill you ever introduce her to me and everyone?âÂ
And without even pausing for a second, he replied, âOf course. We already talked about that.â
Because you two did. A few times before and after you drunkenly revealed your relationship to Blaire. But there is still no crystal clear plan for it. Just discussions that sometime this year, you will tell your friends about everything.
âWhen? When are we gonna meet her?â
âI donât know. Maybe weâll just surprise you.â Jungkook laughed.
Later that day, Jungkook went to your place. You just got home from your Galentineâs Day celebration with your friends. You gave him a small box of vanilla cupcakes you baked on your own during the baking class you, Jennie, Blaire, and Dara took that day. Your boyfriend also took notice of your newly dyed hair, complimenting you on the color you chose. He then thanked you for the flowers and what escalated after receiving them. You two exchange stories about your equally eventful day while Bam sleeps on his soft bed in the corner of your living room.Â
âAnd what did he say when he learned about how long weâve been together?â you excitedly asked with a grin already forming on your face.
Instead of answering your question, Jungkook acted out Wooshikâs reaction. It was exactly like what was in your head. You laughed, softly slapping his arm. He smiled before turning his head again back again to his sketch pad, that you bought some time ago at a dollar store. He has been sketching since you handed him that pad minutes ago.
âHe didnât overreact, did he?â you asked, a little worry can be heard in your tone.
Jungkook looks up, sensing the tone. He smiled while reaching for your hand, âItâs Wooshik. Of course, he overreacts.â
Unexpecting that, the tightness in your chest cleared off and was instantly forgotten as you laughed. Jungkook chuckled too.
âAnyway, what do you think about this? Do you think this is something you would love to have on your skin forever?â He then turned his sketch pad to you, showing you what heâs been working on.
You gasped, âBabe, I love it!âÂ
You reached for the pad and looked at the different pieces he drew. Since you brought up the idea of getting matching tattoos during your recent picnic date, you also asked him to draw the tattoo you two would get to make it more special. You would draw it yourself but you knew Jungkook is much better of an artist than you.
You snapped a picture of the drawing, âIâll send these to the artist and maybe we can get it tattooed tomorrow.â
âAre you getting them all?!â he asked as he drew three separate objects that symbolize something from each other.
âYeah, I know I cannot just choose one from any of them.â
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bassist!arle đź she brings you to all the practices of her garage band.
she wants you to tell her how awesome she is, how she could be famous, etc.
and then she wants to 69 with you so she can make you deepthroat her while she eats you out (so you can feel her piercings) in the backseat of her old, beat up car.
thoughts? đđđ
I have so many thoughts about 2000âs bassist!arle, and it's all your fault 𤏠/pos
I hc that the band is made up of the fatui members đ and they all are pretty chill with having you around. Youâre basically the +1 who they all get along with, even if you might seem like youâd âfit inâ.
ie. Youâre more cheery, colorful, and sweet
Nsfw. utc
Arlecchino plays out of her garage, and sheâs spiced up the space accordingly. Itâs been turned into a hybrid studio and mancave for her and her band. Arle and her band spend a lot of time there, and that includes you too. Youâre always seen with Arle during her practices, even if you donât play anything yourself.
Youâre there for support, and Arlecchino is very happy having you with her. Whenever theyâre not playing, youâre sitting on her lap. Itâs the only seat sheâs allowing her girlfriend to sit on. Couches, chairs, the floor it doesnât matter. Arle is patting her thigh and making you take a seat right where she wants you to. Itâs so she can keep you close; maintaining physical contact in an âacceptable (cool) â way. Sheâs an absolute sucker for affection, even if she wonât ever admit it.
That being said, telling her how good she is and how her skills can lead to a future. It strokes her ego in a good way. The fact YOU believe her skills as a bassist is exceptional makes her heart swell with pride and joy. The small smile tugging at her lips gives away how she feels, especially since Arle isnât the most expressive person. It makes her really happy when you do.
During performances and gigs, Arlecchino is often looking at you. Seeing you in the crowd gives her so much energy and lifeâ it gets her all fired up. Arle absolutely loves hearing you cheer for her; always her eyes seek you out in the crowd. Sometimes she gets to overhear you talking about her with other people. Your sweet words and demeanor when chatting about her and her music makes Arlecchinoâs heart flutter. Arlecchino can practically hear the smile on your lips when you go on about her.
One of her fondest memories came from you asking the townâs local tavern/bar if Arle and her band could play there one evening. You did this as a surprise, having everything approved for them. You didnât have to go out of your way and organize a gig, but the fact youâve tried helping Arle start playing professionally has her head over heels for you. This was when she realized sheâs going to put a ring on your finger one day. Having you support her biggest passion is a huge reason she continues playing đĽş
In the early morning after her that one gig at the bar, Arle and you leave together. She ends up fucking you in the empty parkinglot; in the backseat of her car. Sheâs gonna show you just how much she loves and appreciates you by dumping several loads in and on you; with protection of course. Arleâs eagerly rutting her hips into you. Since there isnât much room, Arle has no choice but to fuck you well and deep; all while marking your neck and whispering sweet words into your ear. She isnât going to stop until youâre clawing at her back and squirting around her cock. Sheâs making you feel so good, and your whimpers and moans fueling her desire for more.
More thoughts for car sex with ArleâŚđłYaâll actually fuck in her car quite a bit. This woman keeps condoms in her glove compartment just for you and water bottles are in the trunk too so the two of you can stay hydrated đ¤ This woman comes prepared with almost everything to have a good time with you
Anyway, being the romantic she is, Arlecchino takes you to scenic viewpoints for dates and stuff. Sometimes it ends with you giving her head or having sex in the back with music playing in the car.
Aris đđ i honestly can write an entire fic about arle and a tongue piercing, so Iâll save it for a another post, but Iâll have you know her tongue game is insane. Sheâs watching your every reaction to the cool metal while she circles your clit and drives her fingers into your eagerly awaiting pussy. I fucking love this woman đ 2000âs bassist Arle is SO GOOD ilysm for adding this to my brain
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