#there's something...comforting about them being able to linger and then choose to leave

[the-everqueen]

aous was...fine, imho, it was fine, but it was fundamentally white, middle-class british and i could accept that but i couldn't forgive it

[formulafics]

★ DO I WANNA KNOW? | JB22

Scenario: in which a series of unexpected events, starting with being stuck in the same hotel room with a single bed, takes teammates yn ln and jenson button from major rivals to lovers.

Pairing: jenson button x fem!reader

A/N: no one asked for this but LAWD I LOVE JENSON BUTTON. i had to do something about it 😔 shoutout to @renarots for supplying memes and 4 am brain rot that contributed to the making of this fic and most of my other ones too

NOTE: yn and jenson drive for mercedes (i had to do this for my own sanity)

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racing_news jenson button responds to questions about his relationship with teammate yn ln following this weekends rumors.

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formulawrld idec about the rumors jenson looks so fine bro

formulavettel i bet seb knows all the tea about them. sebastian please spill

webbersebberf1 🤨 surely they could have just gotten another room? they have the money for it. idk, me thinks they’re dating and trying to keep it secret

⤷ ferrarilvr LITERALLY. you genuinely cannot convince me that they aren’t dating after this

⤷ shumione you genuinely thing they’re together even with how much they clearly don’t like each other?

⤷ ferrarilvr 🤷🏻‍♀️ things change and honestly i feel like they’ve had feelings for each other and just didn’t want to admit it

It had been three months since the “hotel incident”. Finally, you texted him. You weren’t sure what to expect from him, but you were ultimately relieved by his response, and didn’t wast a single moment on making your way to him.

With each step you take, a small splash sounds beneath your feet. Rain patters on the ground, and you pull your jacket closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold gust of wind that blows through the night. Each stride is powerful and determined - the truth is, you like Jenson. What once was a deep disdain for the man has somehow formed into a blossoming adoration for him. Miscommunications and mistakes lead you down the wrong path with him, but ever since the night of the “hotel incident” — as you, Jenson, and your team call it — you haven’t been able to see him in a bad light.

“Look, i’m sorry,” Jenson says, his expression softer than it had ever been towards you. You were almost offended, thinking he was about to try and make you feel bad, but that wasn’t the case. “You’re more than welcome to go - actually, i’ll pay for your hotel room if you want to leave, but if you’re choosing to stay, i’ll give you your space.” It was unlike him, at least, the him that you knew. He seemed remorseful and genuine, like you and him were anything but rivals. It made your heart beat just a little faster in your chest, and you couldn’t deny how strangely right it felt to be in the same bed with him. Even sharing the room was almost natural.

You turned away from each other to change, but both of you were guilty of peeking over your shoulder. Your eyes lingered for longer than you’d ever admit, but the same went for him. Neither of you could muster the courage to say anything, to address the tension between you both, and despite what should have been an awkward atmosphere, you both found yourselves comfortable in each others presence, even with the weight of your forbidden thoughts.

Not much happened after that, truthfully. Things did change though. Suddenly, his presence didn’t irk you, and you could never get on his nerves. You worked together more willingly, almost volunteered, and through those minor changes, you both came to realize how wrong you’d been about the other. Sure, Jenson had his moments, but he was sweet, a genuine and polite guy. You weren’t entitled the way Jenson thought - in fact, you were humble, kind…and how could he ever not see just how beautiful you are?

He doesn’t know the answer to that, but now, knowing that you’re moments away, he finds himself anxious. In a good way. He’s excited to see you, and he laughs to himself about how ironic that is given how he used to dread seeing you. A knock on his door draws him back to reality, and he knows it’s you. Outside of the hotel room, you wait impatiently, and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally opens the door. Instanly, like an instinct, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his warmth. His reaction is just as instinctive, and he wraps his arms around you, guiding you into the privacy of his room.

For the first time, you talked. Not yelled, not argued, just spoke to one another. It was a completely different experience for the two of you, one that you never thought would come of your relationship, but it came to you naturally. The warm touch of his hand holding yours, the somehow assuring and slightly intimidating way he looked at you as you spoke, the way he didn’t just listen to you, he heard you. And, you did the same for him. Though he didn’t have much to say, you listened and heard, and soon, you felt as though you’d only just met him, yet known him for years. Not the rival Jenson, but a Jenson you could get used to, one that you didn’t back away from when he leaned in.

It was a small, sealing kiss that he placed on your lips. One to really ensure that all of this was happening, that things were changing between the both of you, and you both accepted it, with a weight lifting off of your shoulders.

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mercedesamgf1 last time in Abu Dhabi…

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hereforbutton okay but are jenson and yn dating? PLEASE TELL US

formulaobsessed ARE YOUR DRIVERS DATING? YES OR NO?

⤷ mercedesamgf1 🤭

⤷ hereforbutton okay so what the fuck does that mean

formulayn we do NOT care about jenson rn where is my wife

mercamgfan maybe this time don’t prioritize the inferior driver 🙏🏻 yn deserves her wdc

hereforyn i’m so scared that this race is gonna send yn and jenson back into their rival arc

⤷ jensonbuttonlvr NO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. i cant handle them going back to rivals now

⤷ ynsgirlie i know. now that we have them being nice, i can’t imagine going back to what they used to be

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mercedesamgf1 OUR WORLD CHAMPION ❤️ an exceptional performance from yn today, and a well deserved win. thank you for another amazing year, @/the.ynln

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the.ynln i’m gonna cry 💔 thank you guys so much.

formulayn THATS MY FUCKING WIFE IM SO PROUD OF HER

buttonynamg MY BABIES P1-P2 IN WDC IM SO PROUD RIGHT NOW

formulaobssesed who’s here after the post race interview? 🤭

⤷ markwebba I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA FALL IN LOVE

⤷ jensonsbutton bro jenson was heart eyes for her in the whole interview and the way he kissed her cheek when she started talking about their relationship 💔 he was so gentle

⤷ hereforbutton what got me was her getting emotional about the win and him hugging her like :( i was always hoping they’d start getting along but i did not expect them to become like this

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[shomatoriashi]

09/20/24; 06:20pm

sung jinwoo x fem.reader

warnings: a self indulgent piece, mentions of depression and anxiety.

your tears had long since dried, yet the events leading up to today had been so taxing (so soul crushing) on you that you could feel the happiness you once had slip away from you.

failure after crushing failure kept mounting against you during your latest attempt at working in a new environment, and all of those tiny mistakes you made kept building up until you were labeled as incompetent by your supervisor. as you struggled with balancing your work ups and making the right recommendations to your superior’s, you found yourself falling short every time.

and just a mere three weeks later, your boss had a private discussion with you, remaining brutally honest about how they were quickly losing confidence in your abilities and how they believed you were not a perfect fit for their company.

so, you were immediately terminated from your position-

leaving you utterly devastated at how much you had let your failures and lack of confidence get to this point.

and what was worst?

you couldn’t bring yourself to face your beloved boyfriend of three years. despite living together in a modest apartment, you felt a strange sense of guilt filling you at the thought of potentially disappointing him.

perhaps your feelings of inadequacy were valid, since your beloved was none other than sung jinwoo himself, a man who had become so far above your league in just mere months. you remembered him as being such a lanky and tall boy, the weakest of them all-

yet even through the face of his own adversities, he was able to rise above those who looked down upon him, becoming now the strongest hunter in the world.

compared to the sheer brilliance of jinwoo, you felt like a speck of dirt in comparison. something that was so insignificant and tiny that you could be forgotten in mere seconds.

after your dismissal, you chose to return home to your parents, telling them to please keep you away from jinwoo for the time being until you were brave enough to face jinwoo once more.

the days turned into weeks, with your cellphone constantly flashing with calls and text messages from jinwoo. yet, you had no energy to return his calls or reply to his messages, choosing instead to allow his constant calls to go through until your cellphone’s battery ran out.

you kept yourself holed up in your old room, clinging to your worn comforter that held the lingering scent of your childhood. every so often, you mother or father would convince you to eat with them, and you managed to stomach a few bites before ultimately going back into your room.

the concept of time was lost on your end, making you lose all track of time. your eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, and your heart had now become numb. since your dismissal, you lost all motivation, not finding the strength to face your lover as you simply assumed that he had given up on you, potentially taking the hint and had moved on from you.

just the thought of losing jinwoo makes tears well up in your eyes, a sharp, yet ice cold pain felt piercing at your heart as you dwelled in such self-deprecating thoughts. deep down, you knew that you couldn’t hide from jinwoo forever-

but you didn’t know where to start.

the pain had gotten to near unbearable levels now, causing you to openly sob while placing the palms of your hands against your eyes. your chest ached, alerting you to an incoming panic attack, yet you were unable to calm yourself down, feeling the anxiety make your head spin and your stomach churn-

yet such painful sensations seemed to disappear the moment you felt powerful arms and the lingering scent of someone’s cologne surrounding you. your eyes widen, making you gasp when you caught sight of jinwoo’s trench coat and dark dress pants.

“j-jinwoo?” his name comes from your parted lips in a broken sob, with the powerful hunter simply whispering your name in response. as your body trembles with the weight of your stress and memories of your failures, you began to actively bawl, clinging to jinwoo’s arms in a vice grip, treating him like an item of comfort as you found solace within his warmth.

he remains silent, allowing your tears to stain at the fabric of his clothes with no complaint. as your tears slowly simmered down, you basked in the way his longer fingertips thread through your hair, clinging to him while basking in the way his gives your damp cheeks lingering kisses. once your tears finally dried, leaving behind swollen eyelids and chapped lips, jinwoo was filled with love and empathy for you.

with another hum of your name, he places your head within his chest, still threading his fingers through your hair as you continued to cling to him. you moisten your lips and ask, “h-how did you find me?”

you felt something soft against your hair before jinwoo answered, “shadow exchange. i knew you would be back here, within the comfort of your childhood home. your parents told me what happened, and i wanted to give you some space, to help you heal.”

you sniffle, feeling a fresh wave of tears threatening to overwhelm you once more. “jinwoo… i-i feel so bad. i-i kept messing up and c-constantly had to remind myself about… a-about everything that i missed but still fell short! i-i am such a failure, and it hurts-“

jinwoo cuts you off just then, pulling your face out of his chest to give you a quick kiss. it tasted salty, yet sweet, and despite how you were still crying, there was an odd comfort felt in the way he kissed you. once you were calm again, he pulls away from the kiss to frame at your face.

“i know those deep feelings of failure that you’re feeling more than anyone else… yet i still love you all the same. you being let go from that job may have been a blessing in disguise, and it’s okay if you had a hard time improving while being in an environment that you’re just not used to.”

you felt a deep comfort and warmth filling you upon hearing his words, making a choked laugh come from you. “y-you’re not disappointed in me?”

jinwoo then proceeds to vehemently shake his head, “no, jagiya, i could never be disappointed in you. how can i feel anything but pure and unconditional love for you when you’ve been nothing but the perfect woman in my eyes?”

you found yourself laughing once more, “even when there’s bags beneath my eyes and my hair is a mess?”

jinwoo chuckles before rolling his eyes at you, “are you kidding me? i’ve been missing you this entire time, and you’re still as beautiful to me as the first day i had met you.”

your heart felt considerably lighter now, making you break into a smile after what felt like an eternity spent in total darkness. meeting his gaze, you tell him, “i’m so sorry for being too afraid to be honest with you… and… i love you. thank you, for coming to me when i needed you the most.”

your beloved hunter ends up chuckling, all while shaking his head, “there’s no need to thank me, sarang. i’ll do anything for you.”

letting out a relieved sigh, you place yourself back into jinwoo’s comforting embrace. placing one final kiss against his chest, you press yourself even closer to him, allowing the steady beating of his two hearts lull you into a peaceful slumber.

end notes: today has been a soul crushing day for me, since i failed at something i really didn’t wish to fail at. this was written as a way to get some things off my chest.

also, i wanted to thank everyone for following me ♡ i just reached 500 today… i’ll write something more fluffy and happy once i’m in a better mental state ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Approval

Pairing(s): Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the time comes for Kate to finally meet your dad, she is a nervous wreck.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None? Just a whole lot of fluff! Not proofread.

Authors Note: The beginning of this had been sitting in my drafts collecting dust so I finally decided to make something out of it. I don’t think it’s my best work but I hope you guys like it!

After finishing the last few touch ups to your makeup you made your way out of the bathroom, happy and content with how your outfit looked.

The scent of your body wash still lingered on your skin as you were freshly showered, your hair was styled to perfection, and you were clad in one of your favorite dresses that you know your girlfriend loves just as much.

Tonight was a very special night for you and Kate. The two of you were attending an event, but not just any event.

Kate would finally be meeting your dad for the first time.

She’s met your mom and brother as well as a few cousins on occasion since the two of you have been dating for almost half a year. However, she’s never had the chance to be introduced to your dad.

Between Kate’s avenger duties and your dad’s job, schedules haven’t always lined up.

Your dad had always been a very busy person since you were young with him being the CEO of a well-known company. Him having to leave for a week or two sometimes for business trips wasn’t unusual as his job keeps him on his toes.

So unfortunately he’s not always home, but when given the opportunity to take time off to be with his family, he does.

Like tonight.

Your family was having their annual holiday party and your dad was coming home to attend, so it’s safe to say Kate would be taking this very seriously.

Hence, why when you walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, you were met with a very frustrated looking Kate standing in front of the mirror hanging on the closet door.

She had a frown on her face as she held a tie in each hand, alternating holding one tie up to her collar, then the other.

You watched her from the doorway for a few moments. During that time, she switched back and forth between ties probably about eight times before you noticed her growing more upset, so you decided to step in.

Walking behind her, you placed your hands on her shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze. She didn’t seem phased by your presence, seemingly still stuck in her head with her current predicament.

“What’s got you looking so upset, hm?” you asked as you gazed at her face through the reflection in the mirror. “You’ve been standing here with a frown on your face since I came out of the bathroom, and who knows how long you’ve been here before that.”

Kate let out a big sigh and met your eyes in the mirror as she gestured to one of the ties, “This one seems like it would be too much,” she held up the other option, “And this one is just plain and simple, but it might be the safer option.”

She stared into the mirror once more, “I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying too hard, but I also don’t want to seem boring.” she said.

Your expression softened as you turned your head to look at her side profile, “Which one do you like with this suit more?”

Kate tilted her head as she contemplated one last time before holding up her final choice, “This one.”

Taking the chosen piece of fabric from her hand, you spun her around to face you and draped the tie around her neck as you began to tie it.

“You don’t think I should go with the other one? What if I just go without it? Or would that make me look too informal?” she rambled, hesitancy evident in her voice.

You looked up to meet her eyes with a comforting smile, “I think you should wear whatever you want to wear.” you said, focusing back on the task at hand. “I also don’t think he’s going to judge you based off of the pattern on your tie, or if you choose not to wear one at all.”

Kate looked at you with masked surprise, but you’ve been with her long enough to be able to see right through her and read her like a book.

“I know you’ve been acting as if meeting him isn’t making you anxious, but I know you.” you said. “If I didn’t know before, I definitely know now since I just witnessed you almost pop a forehead vein over a tie.” you giggled and you heard your girlfriend chuckle too.

“You can relax, Kate, you’re gonna be okay. He’s not a monster.”

Your girlfriend sighed and lightly laughed, “It’s just—”, she started but stopped herself. You gave her a moment to collect her thoughts.

“Getting his approval is really important to me because he’s your dad, you know? He’s really important to you.” she explained and you nodded, letting her know that you were listening.

“So I wanna show him that I’m fit to be dating his daughter and if my outfit will help me make a good first impression, I want to wear a nice one.”

Your heart nearly bursted at her confession and your eyes lifted to meet hers in a loving gaze.

“Oh, Katie,” The pure sincerity on her face was overwhelming enough to make you fall for the tall brunette standing in front of you all over again.

“I love you, so he automatically has no choice but to like you because we both know you don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.”

You tightened the accessory around her neck and smoothed down her suit jacket. Your hand came up to caress the side of her face with your thumb, “I’ll be there the whole time. It’ll be okay.”

Kate reached to hold your hand on her cheek in hers and turned to kiss your palm. “Why do you always make everything so much easier?”

“It’s what I do.” you giggled, and she smiled before leaning in to press her lips to yours in a tender kiss.

Neither of you wanted to pull away until you had to, so you finally separated once air became a necessity instead of a suggestion.

Kate rested her forehead against yours and gazed into your eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly in return, “Ready to go now?”

She took a deep breath before nodding her head confidently, “Let’s go,”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

When you arrived the party was in full swing. It was loud with chattering people and an occasional laugh while they sipped on drinks.

You’d already run into your brother and a few other family members who stopped to give you a hug and say hi, greeting Kate in the process too.

It wasn’t very long before you saw your mom making her way over to you with a contagious smile plastered on her face that you easily returned.

“Y/n, you finally made it!” once she was within arms reach she pulled you into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful, honey.” she said as she kissed the crown of your head.

Hugging her back, you giggled, “Thanks, mom. You look amazing too, and the place looks great.”

“Well thank you, darling. And I see you brought Kate!”

She pulled back to address your girlfriend who held out her hand with a kind smile at the mention of her name.

“It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Y/l/n.” Kate said.

Your mom glanced down at her outstretched hand and playfully rolled her eyes, “Oh please, Kate, none of that formal stuff you know that come here.”

Kate was pulled into the same tight embrace you’d been pulled into just moments prior, and she happily reciprocated.

You smiled as you watched two of the most important people in your life easily fall into conversation.

But as you scanned the vicinity of the venue you realized there was one person you had yet to see since you got here.

“Hey, mom? Is dad here?” you wondered.

Hearing the question she went to look around for him as well, but there was no need to when you saw the man in question appear behind your mom with a glass in hand.

“Did someone ask for me?” he said with a grin on his face.

Kate broke into a small smile seeing your face light up. The view calming the nerves she was suddenly feeling just a little bit.

“Dad, hey!” you greeted cheerfully.

He held his arms open in invitation and you gladly moved into them to give him a hug. “Hey, sweetheart. How have you been?”

You stepped back to return to your girlfriend’s side. You’d noticed how nervous she became at the presence of your father.

“I’ve missed you, but I’ve been okay and I have someone I’d like you to meet.” you answered and watched his eyes flicker over to the girl beside you. “Dad, this is my girlfriend Kate, and Kate, this is my dad.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Y/l/n. Y/n’s told me so much about you it feels like I already know you.” Kate chuckled and held out her hand for him to shake, but she almost took it back now noticing how clammy it was.

She didn’t want your dad to have to shake her sweaty hand.

You watched as his lips pulled into a tight smile, “Likewise”, he glanced down at her hand, but never made a move to take it. “I’ve heard a lot about you too. ” he said.

Kate was clearly very nervous at this point, judging by the way she dropped her hand and you watched her shakily wipe them on her pants. But she kept a smile on face and tried to keep the conversation flowing.

“I-I hope she’s told you all good things?”

Your dad gave a nod of his head as he eyed her down, “The best.”

Silence fell and as you looked between the two it was almost painful how awkward the atmosphere seemed to be now.

Your dad reached out to brush off the shoulder of her jacket, and deciding to help girlfriend you took her hand and squeezed it, “How about we all—”

“Let me talk to you for a second, Kate.” your dad interrupted you to speak to her.

“Dad—”

“It’s okay, Y/n.” Kate looked at you with a reassuring eyes.

You searched them for hesitancy, but she was determined to get him to like her. Yes, your dad did look a little intimidating, but she wasn’t going to be scared away so easily. You nodded and let go of her hand to watch her follow your dad out of sight.

“I’m sure he just wants to get to know her. You know how parents are, honey.” your mom reassured and you nodded.

She was probably right.

Kate followed your dad through the crowd and shoved her hands in her pockets when she was led outside onto the balcony, sheltering them from the chilly air.

“Listen, Mr. Y/l/n, I know it’s late that I’m just now meeting you after being with Y/n for half a year, but I can assure you I would never hurt her. She means too much to me for me to do that.”

Your dad just blinked at her for a moment before speaking, “Kate, do you know that Y/n’s my only daughter?”

The archer nodded her head and he took that as the go-ahead to continue.

“Her entire life her protection has been mine and my wife’s responsibility, and our responsibility only.

Kate didn’t exactly know where this was going, so she just opted to listen.

“And for the first time in her life we have to hand that responsibility over to someone else.” he said before taking a couple steps closer to the tall brunette.

“I know what kind of work you do and I know what all can happen, so I need to know that I’m able trust you, Kate.”

She should’ve known that this would come up. Her job isn’t usual by any means and she knows there are risks. Of course your dad would be skeptical about you dating someone like her.

“I understand your concerns, Mr. Y/l/n. I can promise you that what happens out in the field stays there, we take precautions to make that happen. And you should know that I’d never let anything happen to your daughter. I just want to make her happy because she makes me so happy that it’s the least I could do for her. I love Y/n, so I promise I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe.”

This was the first time she had seen your dad look at her with any expression that wasn’t a glare since meeting him, and it lifted all the weights off of her shoulders.

He held out his hand with a soft smile, “Welcome to the family, Kate. I look forward to seeing you more often. Love the tie by the way.”

You were standing at the bar, waiting on a drink when Kate finally spotted you again. She made her way over to you and placed her hand on the small of your back gently to not startle you.

Recognizing the touch instantly you turned to face her, “Hey, I got you your favorite.” you said just as the bartender placed the drinks down in front of you.

“Oh thank you, my love.” she looked at you gratefully and took a sip of her drink. It was much needed after the stress of tonight.

“How did it go? Is everything okay? He didn’t threaten you did he?”

Kate chuckled at the ramble of questions before shaking her head, “No, he didn’t threaten me. And it went amazing. Everything is perfectly fine.”

Her words made you smile happily and you leaned in to give her a quick loving kiss, pulling away with a giggle and teasing look when she went to lean in for another.

“Told you it would be.”

~ end ~

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 2, wc: 870] - your sweatshirt : y. seoyeon

SOMETHING IS MISSING. no, it’s not the food (or, lack thereof) in your fridge. or the canon digicam that was on your desk, because you watched xinyu sneak it into her tote the other day when she thought you weren’t looking. your hoodie is missing.

on weekend movie nights with your girlfriend, you have a certain hoodie you wear every week without fail. now, weekend movie nights weren’t exactly a thing until around a year ago, and you don’t remember when you started wearing the hoodie during them, but it’s very special, brings back memories to kre’s first stage which you wore it—a white pullover hoodie that has the words “always rooting for s1 yoon seoyeon!” carefully written with a sky blue fabric marker—to.

you still remember the way her eyes sparkled when you surprised her in the waiting room pre-performance, especially after you told her that you wouldn’t be able to make it because of a separate schedule you had as a tripleS member. she held your hand tightly until they were called for standby, her warmth still lingering long after she left. 

anyway, you have an inkling of where the garment has gone. a tiny hint. it might be a figure on the couch, wearing the missing item in question.

you approach the figure, standing in front of them and looming over. “i wonder whose sweatshirt that is…”

they sluggishly look up from their phone, revealing the face of none other than your girlfriend. seoyeon raises her eyebrows, looks down at the hoodie she’s wearing, and looks back at you. she disregards the ever-growing blush on her cheeks and flashes a cheeky smile. “yeah, i wonder who.”

this isn’t the first time she’s stolen clothes of yours. it’s a regular thing; you don’t even need to leave the comfort of seoyeon’s room to get a change of clothes, because half of your closet is in her closet. you can’t remember any of your clothes that she hasn’t worn. it’s practically one of her hobbies, adding to the list which consists of lying around, watching movies… and watching more movies. 

what’s nice about it, though, is the fact that anything that she steals is too big on her. pajama pants pool around her ankles, and she gains sweater paws from any tops she finds. it’s incredibly endearing, and erases any of the (virtually nonexistent) annoyance you might have towards her. like now, where the weekly movie night sweater is bagging up at the sleeves two years later. 

“you’re not gonna give it up, are you?” 

“no?” she retorts, patting the empty space next to her which compels you to sit. the netflix home menu is displayed on the tv, ready to play anything of your choosing. last week’s movie was a rewatch of black panther, one of seoyeon’s all-time favorites and one that the two of you probably rewatch monthly. it never gets old. even if you have to watch the outdated ‘what are those?!’ joke hundreds of times over.

you reach for the remote, which is on top of a stack of albums that everyone in the haus (sans soomin) has signed, and navigate through the different genres that the streaming service offers. “what do you want to watch?”

seoyeon hums, resting her head on your shoulder and fiddling around with the drawstrings of (your) hoodie. her eyes are trained on the screen, watching you sift through rows of movies and shows with a look of disinterest. “you pick.”

glancing down at your girlfriend, who’s now focused on tying the drawstrings into a bow, you jut out your lower lip. your gaze drifts over to the ‘horror’ section and smile. well, it is october. seoyeon seems to notice your lack of movement with the remote and looks up, so you scroll over to it. 

“no, y/n. you can’t do this to me,” she turns to you, absolutely petrified beyond comprehension. her reaction makes sense, because the last horror movie you watched (with kotone and hyerin, when they came over) resulted in paranoia around the haus despite her confidence in not being scared. and you can’t take her seriously when she tries to convince you not to do something, because she really just ends up looking like sad violin music is about to play.

“pfft,” you ruffle her hair and pull the slightly-tightened hood over her head. “you look like that low quality sad hamster.”

“what did you just say about me?” she frowns, seemingly miffed. “it’s barely october. why should we watch a horror movie?”

“it’s still october—a little bit of the conjuring won’t hurt you, seoyeonnie.” 

you press play on the remote, and seoyeon lets out a strangled cry which sounds like a mix of a bird and a dying rat. “you’re dead, y/n. i swear on my life.”

wrapping your arm around her and pulling her closer, you laugh. “we’re not even five minutes in! you’ve got both me and my hoodie you stole, wrapped around you. there’s no need to worry.”

“don’t you hate horror movies too?” seoyeon mumbles into your shoulder, her speech muffled.

oh, that’s what you forgot. but, there’s nothing you can do about it now, is there? “uh… let’s just watch, okay?”

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : hamham iwaly

[a-boca-do-inferno]

beija minha boca até me matar (tony montana x reader) [request]

summary: Tony is stressed and you are tired.

warnings: angst, swearing, abuse and sort of fluff.

words: 0.8k

notes: this is small and very anemic plot wise, so im sorry for that. loosely based on doce vampiro by rita lee.

Sometimes you wondered if your love would stop enduring at some point. If no matter how much you wanted to be with him, someday your body and soul would finally give in to the exhaustion, because that’s how you felt. Exhausted. God, what time was it? It felt so long since you’ve last rested. Insomnia was a big thing these days with all the chaos around you, the gang fights, the power struggles; you understood nothing of it, but at times you wish you did. Maybe you’d be able to help Tony in the slightest, offer him some comfort. And you tried, oh, did you try. But it was just to no avail.

He was as restless as you, although he tried to disguise it as his customary anger towards the world. You could sense it whenever he was close, when his hand would tremble just a little as he gulped down a glass of whisky in one go. When the crease between his brows would become only a little bit more noticeable. When he’d only swear once, as though not even those silly words were enough to somehow soothe him anymore. You did your best to try and give him some solace, but while your kisses pleased his face, his arms would fall coldly frigid at his sides. He wasn’t in the moment, and that was so uncharacteristic of him.  

You felt helpless at those times, often choosing to leave him in his office and go to your bed, crying in silence until the sun was up again. He would spend his nights away from your room, causing you to entertain thoughts maybe about you actually being the problem, not his issues in the drug business. You never dared touch anything other than alcohol and that was perhaps something that lingered in the back of his mind, still. Would he think you’d eventually turn on him, sell him out to the police? Sometimes he’d call you “good Samaritan”, because in his own words, “you’re too clean, too good, too uptight. What the fuck are you doing with me?”, and wasn’t that the million-dollar question?  

What the fuck, indeed? 

“You rely too much on people, Manny. That’s your fucking mistake”, comes his loud, deep voice from the corridor. You close your eyes in contempt, not really wanting to listen to one of his lectures again. God bless Manny for being able to do it more than you. “I say, fuck people. I can do anything by myself.” 

“Because it’s been working so well so far”, you let it slip out, causing him to give you a death glare. Tony didn’t scare you easily, contrary to popular belief, but he could become quite scary when he felt like it. This was one of those times. 

He huffs, walking towards you slowly, “what did you just say, princess? You think you can disrespect me in my own fucking house, drinking my own fucking whisky that I bought? Is that it?”

He’s agitated, and you unconsciously flinch when he sits beside you, like a lion cornering its prey. You can’t help but shake your head, looking away from his hard eyes. “You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that”, you say softly, albeit your words carry weight to them. You don’t say them to him very often, surprisingly, but when you do… He better watch his reply. Tony knows that.

So, he does. “Mi amor”, he coos immediately, his frown fading in a second when he seems to come to his senses. You are practically crawling on the couch, in fetal position, guarding yourself from his touch, and he notices this. Tony extends his rough hand and rubs your thigh gently, nuzzling your neck, trying to make you more at ease in his presence. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m fucking stupid, I’m a fucking jerk. I’m sorry”, he speaks quietly, but firmly, his deep voice vibrating on your skin.

Then, there comes your answer. No matter how many times he let stress get the best of him, and no matter how many of his motivations you simply did not understand: Tony was Tony, your Tony, and he would always be. So, you let yourself be wrapped in his big arms once more in silence, simply enjoying his warmth. He felt like home and he was home, as inhabitable as he could become at given times. It was like loving a vampire. Having your life be sucked out of you everyday, yet always craving for more. A delicious poison.

And somehow, all exhaustion dissipated when he got closer to you, serving like a long nap after a tough day. It seemed like you were the complement to one another. Maybe that was the reason you were still here, after all.

Enduring.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

hiya! firstly, thank you for filling my current brainrot on this game, you are the best

could i get some gabriel romantic headcanons? enjoy your day!

You Were Like an Angel to Me

gabriel romantic relationship headcanons

x reader content (intended romantic)

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- he had never taken much of an interest in having a hobby before, his duties had never given him the time. this changes after he meets you, your passion in your hobbies inspire both affection and interest in him, and it isn't long before he begins practicing in his spare time to share with you - it isn't the most surprising thing that he is incredibly touch starved, however the issue goes further than that. Gabriel was designed to act as a soldier for God's will, a spear against the darkness and a voice for the aimless. the only compassion intended in his design was that for heaven's chosen, not himself. his reaction to comforting touch is shock and immediate discomfort, not to the physical sensation- he could drown in that, but in what it represents. all he had ever recieved were compliments for his actions and abilities, the people of heaven revered him, but they did not truly love him, not like you do. it takes a fair amount of time for him to settle to the idea of intimacy, but once he does he incorperates it into nearly every interaction, wether that be a lingering touch or a short embrace - i imagine his wings aren't corporeal, however this doesn't stop him from wrapping them around you while the both of you cuddle. he sees it as his job to protect you from the numerous threats across both heaven and hell and he knows with you safe in his arms nothing bad will happen - despite his distaste for their inhabitants he does appreciate the architecture and views around certain layers of Hell (such sentiment has never been voiced and never will while he serves the council). if you appear interested in viewing any of the more notable sights around Hell he will volunteer to take you, being that you are willing to go no further than an arm's reach. he trusts you, however he does not trust the wretched beings that inhabit Hell - a majority of his tasks are dealing with the more distasteful tasks such as quelling unruly inhabitants of Hell and overseeing the conduct of other lesser angels. he rarely wishes to recount his day to day activities, much preferring to hear about your own day to day life, mundanity and all. such domestic normalcy is a dream to him, so please humor him with details of chores and unruly hair, nothing would make him happier - he is quite easy to fluster, especially with any particularly forward expressions of affection. he quietly delights in the attention he receives for his reactions; teasing may have a slight sting to it but is much easier for him to digest than soft words - if you ever choose to dress in his colours or in similar attire you will find him enamoured, his gaze unable to leave you for long. he very quickly notices the gesture and the creeping burn of a blush doesn't leave him until he is forced to take a moment to compose himself - he is especially gentle with you. oftentimes he chooses to let you initiate physical contact to allow you to approach it at your own pace and to avoid manhandling you by accident. he is exceptionally strong, and all it would take is him being distracted to grip you too firmly and bruise you, or, Heaven forbid, worse. he has seen the damage that his wrath incurs and would sooner perish than harm you - he (much to his own dismay) doesn't have a mouth to kiss you with, however the both of you have learned to make do with other gestures. touching foreheads has to be his favourite, there is something about having you so close to him that calms him almost instantly. of course you are still able to kiss him, and despite his, at times, inelegance in other romantic interactions he is always quick to respond if you peck his cheek; expect to be swept up in his arms for a hug

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the sneak peaks at the new chapter have been really interesting so far, i am excited to see where Hakita is taking the plot (especially Gabriel's story) next

[lint-beetle4]

shadowpeach. I am giving you free rein here. Just shadowpeach.

Pick A Flower (ShadowPeach)

This one is hella cheesy ngl, gotta hide it out of some slight embarrassment. I kind of liked how it turned out, but it's pretty short. Hope you enjoy!

“Who’re you?” 

“Oh. You look just like me.”

“Friends? Why?”

Macaque was loyal once the King had found him. The monkey himself knew of his abilities, but he–like the king–was young, uncontrolled with his abilities. Greeted with the sight of demons, now brothers, Macaque made a promise to himself to watch over his companion. In his quest for immortality, Macaque joined him, staying behind and orbiting the sun to ensure his safety.

“You won’t stand a chance against us. Why not bow down to your king already?”

“Heaven won’t be able to ignore you after this. You’ll shine among the other gods!”

“Do you really need to head up there? You already proved your worth, Wukong, why not just stay here and enjoy the life we have?”

They defeated countless monsters and demons, letting the Sage prove his worth to heaven as his shadow watched from the ground, tending to their, now shared, subjects. Centuries passed as the Sage toiled in heaven, meaningless task after task before he came back, ready to battle the gods. Macaque joined him, ready for the fight, but against all of heaven, Wukong was captured, and several brothers had been taken or imprisoned already. Macaque lingered, effectively hiding in his shadows and away from the glares and mocking words of his brothers. They never liked him, choosing to spit at his wise cowardice.

“I’ll keep waiting for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We should head back to the waterfall. I hear no other heartbeats on the island.”

So, Macaque became the one to regroup his subjects, caring for the younger ones who had been forced to shed blood before they could even grow tall. It had been centuries since Macaque had seen Wukong, their last interaction being a parting of ways from the mountain.

“I’ll protect you. I won’t leave you like your king did.”

“I would’ve helped if I could.”

“You did it for yourself.”

Macaque’s home was no longer his, but even then, he couldn’t help but aid in their efforts once the ruthless Erlang set fire to the mountain, hunters claiming subjects as food and mere entertainment. Macaque retrieved the subjects he could find, the waterfall becoming their shelter as Macaque tried to collect who had been taken away. In his search, Macaque was met with the most disgusting, almost hilarious sight.

“I’ll find them. All of them. No one will bother this island after I’m through with those monsters.”

“The fires have stopped. Do not leave the waterfall unless you need food or water. Be wary of what remains about there.”

“So this is where the Great Sage lurked off to?”

There he was, Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equalling Heaven, leashed like a dog to some mortal with a foolish quest. Macaque watched as the Sage was sent away, his heart softening at the speed in which Wukong fled home. Macaque set on his quest, choosing to pocket his observation for later. With newly learned portals and a greater ability in his magic, Macaque had returned lost monkeys back home.

It was then that the dark monkey could enact his revenge, to free his partner from the muzzle that trapped him with such a lowly group.

“I won’t allow anyone to make a mockery of him.”

“Go off now. I have business to attend to with some people.”

“He’ll be freed from this mess once and for all.”

It was easy really, to be Wukong. Macaque found comfort in his stories, learning how to act and perform various characters and personalities. It lightened up darker days without their sun where ash would cover the skies and rain would fall black as tar. No, to Macaque, it was a game, seeing how far he could go while staying under the radar. Those foolish men saw nothing but Wukong acting more subdued, something sparking like a flame that flickers wildly in the wind yet still remains in the pit it burns, and that is exactly what Macaque needed. 

In the dead of night, Macaque laid in his disguise, his plan so close to completion.

Macaque had gained the trust of Wukong’s captors, and they slept thinking they were protected. Yet, the moon’s light hid away this week, casting the night in shadows. Macaque released his form, glad to feel the comfort of his body.

Yet, before he knew it, Wukong had done more than get captured. He had betrayed his kingdom and his brothers. He had betrayed the gentle love between both celestial primates, and Macaque laid on the ground, screaming to his angered lover.

“Wukong! Stop! Please, stop, I–!”

But, the sun’s light had risen, casting away the moon for eons to come.

[lingering-42-long]

Hiiii. I really wanted to ask for a fic about Captain Price. Something telling about him being in a relationship with someone who is younger (an appropriate age). Details: Can be an NSFW or SFW, either option is.

Thank you, I love your stories ^3^)

Age

John price x f! reader

Hello everyone! Once again, I have failed to load on a daily basis lol. I blame my writers block.

The story you are about 12 year separate in age. You are 23 and he is 35.

Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, no mention of (y/n), John being slightly insecure about his age.

John felt old, like really old. When he got out of bed this morning, he could feel his bones crack and pop underneath the pressure, his back hurt slightly, and he was already in a grumpy mood, without his coffee or cigar for that matter, but deciding it was too early for the cigar, he settled with the coffee.

Looking over at you, he couldn’t help but feel old. Between you and him, It was an age gap of 12 years. It wasn’t a super big gap, but it definitely was off putting one too some. Some people called her a Golddigger and some people called him a creep. He didn’t care so much what they called him. As long as they kept you out of the picture he was fine he could deal with the torment.

Being a military wife wasn’t easy and he knew that. There have been multiple times where you had to make the tough decision of choosing between attending school or helping him on more than one occasion. He hated that. Being in the military meant that you moved a lot online school was an option, but you really wanted to attend inside a building with other people, your age, studying and learning together. John sometimes felt like he had ripped that away from you.

John rarely felt loathing for himself. He was very comfortable in his own skin and his own decisions. Sure, he had made decisions poorly in the past, and he does regret those, but he sees no reason onto why he should linger what he can’t fix. But it was days like these, where he got to really reflect on his life did he realize how much of an impact he had on other people… on you. If there was one thing, he hated the most it was the fact that he had to constantly be on the move leaving you to fend for yourself, in a new town that you had just moved in only to be picked up once again by the winds to move to another new town, again.

He knew that your education was so important. You’ve been working on your bachelors in your respected field and it had taken so long for you. With the constant moving and readjusting almost every two years or so, it was hard on you both.

John also regretted not having a proper honeymoon with you or a proper wedding for that matter. Yes you too did have a wedding with close friends and family members and it was really cute a little backyard wedding at one of his friends cottage farms, But he knew that you liked the city. He knew that you had a ton of other people that you wanted to invite, but due to him, leaving for departure soon, getting married, and at that time, not really having the greatest amount of money… it was rather hard for both of them who they wanted to invite.

The honeymoon was also postponed for a solid year as well, and when he was able to take you, it wasn’t nearly as long as he wanted. Once again, getting whisked away to serve his country. What was supposed to be a whole month was reduced down to only two weeks.

You were always OK with it. You always understood that this was just a part of being in the military. There was barely any time really for you two, as you both were competing for one another, as well as for the workplace calling out for him. Any time he had to tell you that he had to pick up and go again, you always gave him a smile and said where to and always try to make the best out of the situation…. He loved that about you. He loved how resilient you were. It took a lot to really irritate you and that’s what draw him to you. What had become a simple greeting at a local grocery store, had become their lives now.

Going back to reality he finally made his way to the kitchen to make coffee for both of them. He knew you would be up soon. You rarely slept in when he woke up. He was an old man with old habits. Waking up at three in the morning was some thing he was very accustomed to. You had adapted to that.

He made his coffee black while fixing yours the way you like it. Milk with a little bit of sugar to cut the bitterness out. His mind returning back to his wariness about his own issues. He didn’t understand why he was so reminiscent and methodical about the past.

He felt a hand, gently rest on his shoulder, followed by a head. It was you. You had just woken up and was still coming around.

“Morning love.” Price smiled softly as he turned around to hand you your coffee, and give your father had a gentle kiss. You had your hair in that cute little messy bun that he always enjoyed seeing you in, wearing an oversize shirt over his boxers that you had stolen. You had that tire drunken look that you always got in the morning when you were first waking up.

“Did I disturb you?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

You shook your head and gently slept on your coffee while leaning on your husband.

He carefully ushered you into the living room with him so that he could enjoy his coffee sitting down with you versus standing up in the kitchen. You carefully curled yourself around him and wrapped a blanket over both of you. As the coffee was slowly kicking into your system, you asked,

“Did you sleep well?”

He had to think about this one actually. Did he sleep good? He felt like he did but at the same time he didn’t really feel all that restful, not like the other times he had.

“ It was all right. What about you love? This morning I caught you snoring.” he chuckled as he made light teasing with her. She made a pathetic, whining sound, and gave his shoulder, a gentle slap, which in return, made him chuckle and give her a tighter hug before placing a kiss on the top of her head. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. This was their ritual to slowly wake themselves up from their sleepy minds.

Once again, Price’s mind wandered. It was drifting all over the place. He felt like he was on a raft in a very rough sea. He felt a tap on his shoulder before he looked at you.

“Hmm? Yes love?” He asked.

“ What are you thinking about?” You ask as you gently set up a little bit more straighter, watching and reading his expression. He may be a soldier and a captain At that, but you had mastered the ability to read this light little details in his face. The way his eyes creased when he was smiling or the way his brow furrowed when he was in deep thought about something that he wasn’t too sure about. The way his left eye would twitch if something was irritating him. And the way he would pop his hands if he was bored.

“Am I too old for you?” John never beat around the bush. He was straight to the point all the time, but this wasn’t also the first time he had asked this question. He had asked it a few times prior before marrying you and during your marriage.

“ you know my answer, no of course not. Besides, I like older guys they have better understanding of how the world works and they have a better grip on their shoulders.”

You looked at him, letting him know that you approved at his age. He gave a slight home as he took more sips of his coffee.

“ I’ve just been thinking… I guess my mind is playing tricks on me… I’ve never been the type to be insecure about myself, but… I guess this morning when I got out of bed and felt pain, It made me feel really feel old, And I guess it’s borrowed from there.” He looked at her. “ if we have kids by the time they turned 10 I will be well into my 40s or 50s…. Are you sure you still want a life like that with me?” He looked at her with those soft, steel-blue eyes.

“Always. I would always want a life with you. I looked back at my friends who are marrying young guys, and their relationship isn’t doing as great as ours. Either both or one of them is more immature than the other, and it leaves the relationship feeling hollow or unstable…. I mean I hope you feel that we have a strong relationship, I feel like we do.” His wife fiddled with the blanket that was on top of them.

“Love you make me the happiest man, I love you never forget that, yeah?” He smiled and kissed her, this time on the lips.

“I love you too, my captain.” You chuckled and kissed back, feeling his bristly beard hairs, tickle your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

“So….” She looked at him once the kiss ended.

“So what my dear?” He asked.

“When can we try for a baby?” You asked looking innocently at him which was the worst timing for him, as he was just taking a sip of coffee before nearly spitting it out, which still resulted in him coughing a little bit.

“Are you serious love?” He frowned looking at her “ I don’t want you making any irrational decisions on my behalf.”

“Don’t be silly! I want a child too! I’ve just been waiting for you.”

“But what about your schooling? Would it be easier for you to finish that first before starting a family?” he was also worried about his career, not being able to spend time with his children, but that was for a different note.

“ I think I’ll be fine.” You smiled. “Schooling will always be there for me to go anytime, but the opportunity for a child may not always be there.” John sat down his mug on the little end table and hugged her close. “When should I start?”

“How about now captain?” You smirked, also setting your mug down.

“Oh my dove, you are one feisty woman arn’t ya” he chuckled and brought his wife’s wish to reality.

[cossiedxll]

Hey!!

Can I request prompt 13 (needing each other)

With Geto Suguru from jjk.

Some angst + comfort

Thanks so much! Your writing is amazing <33

prompt 13: needing each other + geto suguru

authors notes: AHHHH i love this request!!! i absolutely adore suguru omg and thank you for participating in the event!

he's tired, he's so tired. honestly at this point he's not even sure what tires him out so much. he chalks his lack of energy to the fact that he can no longer find the energy in him to even eat or drink, the packet of his favourite snacks you left on his bedside table a few days ago sit there unopened. the water bottle you left there had only been opened a total of two times. one of which was when you forced him to, concerned at how pale his face was.

his eye bags are getting worse he realises. he truly has been mostly sleeping in his room, trying his best at a pathetic way of running from his problems instead of facing them. he thinks it's his punishment for running away, the fact that he can never get a night of restful sleep.

"suguru? you ok?" your voice rings through his ears, the thoughts seemed leave him alone for now. you dont expect a response from him but you thought it was worth a try. "can i come in?" you try again, hoping to at least hear something from him. your hand hovers over the cold knob of his door as you wait for an answer. "come in." you let go of the breath you were holding as you twist the knob open.

you notice he's sitting up on his bed, eyes piercing into the floor beneath his feet. you shut the door behind you before joining him on the bed. "what's wrong?" you ask, turning your head towards him, his eyes still fixated on the floor. you both sit there in silence before he mutters, "i'm fine." his voice sounds so tired, defeated even. "please don't hide it. don't lie to me." you smile softly, you realise his hands are freezing as you took ahold of them.

"i.. I just don't know what to do anymore." he sighs, you notice his fingers start to play with yours as he thinks about his next words. "I feel like everything I do is all for nothing. just an endless cycle exorcism and consumption. doesn't even help that the curses taste like shit." he laughs bitterly, he can even sense the lingering taste of bile at the back of his throat right now. "I'm sorry you have to go through all that. I know I can't help much but don't rush yourself into choosing a path. I'll always be here for you if things get hard so don't bottle it up, even if it a small problem, come to me." he turns his head to you, your fingers working at massaging his palms.

"let me be here for you, I want to be with you. to help you when things get rough, even if its as small as giving you gum after your missions." you share a laugh together, you're glad its able to make him smile. "don't suffer alone. you aren't alone, not anymore." you pull him into your embrace, your hands now soothing his back as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

you can feel your shirt dampen yet you don't mention it. "thank you." you hear him whisper, his voice cracking slightly. his arms around your waist tighten as tears fall down his sunken cheeks. "thank you for always being here for me." he pulls away, your hands cup his cheeks to wipe away his tears. "there's my pretty boy." you brush his hair aside as he laughs a little. "I love you sugu, don't ever forget that."

"I love you too." as he pulls you into his embrace this time.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated and thank you for participating in this event !

[aranora]

Another life.

Various genshin men x reader

(Character insert.)

-Angst with no comfort, main character death (you are dead prior to the start of the story) Gn reader, you have a child but isn’t described as biological or adopted (you can choose)

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His hands came to your face, palms cupping the delicate skin of your cheek as he leaned into you. His lips slowly attached to yours, as if you would break at the slightest pressure that was too much. It was gentle and loving, lasting a few moments before he broke the kiss, retreating his position to give you some space. He gave a soft smile as he caressed your skin, lifting his thumb to wipe the tears that welled up in the corner of your eyes. He didn’t know what was wrong at the time but still tried his best to reassure you, gentle touches lingering on your burning skin. Your face flushed as you nuzzled into his hand, giving a hum of comfort before opening your mouth once again.

“It’s nothing to worry about my love, everything’s alright. I love you” your voice came out soft, almost cracking from how dry your throat was from your past sobbing. He could tell something was up but decided not to push you, giving you the space you needed for the time being. His other hand raised to mimic the other, pulling you slightly forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, pulling back.

“I love you too darling. I always have and will, remember that.” For the first time since he arrived home you returned the gentle smile he held.

“thank you.” His eyes widened as your tears began to flow down your cheeks, lip quivering as you tried to keep your smile up. His hands started shaking as he focused on what was happening, your left side starting to fade as his hand fell from your face. He could feel his own tears rising, warm liquid slipping down his face as it fell to the ground. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t move, being able to do nothing more than watch as you leave. Your mouth fell open in an instant, a small sound exiting as you had fully disappeared.

“I’m sorry”

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He felt his eyes slowly open, adjusting to the brightness of the room as he looked around. ‘another nightmare…’ his eyes fell to the bundle pressed closely to his chest, the small child still asleep despite the sobs that escaped his lips. He realised now that you were scared, scared of how he would react to you telling him of the illness you had, so you simply didn’t until it was too late. He constantly blamed himself despite everyone telling him that it wasn’t, having the guilt almost fully consume him if not for his child, your child. They were the last piece he had of you, not being able to watch them without thinking how you would have been the best parent to them, filling the role he struggled to himself.

 He cradled your child in his arms as he couldn’t shake the thought of you from his mind. No matter how long passed he couldn’t get over you, as if you were still there despite just being a memory in the back of his mind. No matter how in love you both were, It just couldn’t work out in the minds of the gods as they took you from him. He promised to always love you and he could only hope that in one life you two could live happily, but he knew it wasn’t time just yet, not in this life time at least.

[stumblingontheblock]

Geto x Afab!Reader x Gojo (NSFW)

18+ Only. MINORS DNI. NSFW work

Request: Can i request some threesome headcanons for geto x fem reader x gojo? How about reader being getos girlfriend and he decides to share her with gojo?

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Geto knew by the way you always hovered over the threesome videos on pornhub, of the possible needs that you might have. It was never really a discussion, but he just knew. And by the look on your face right now as you are practically trying to climb Gojo because he's teasing you yet again, he just knows.

Gojo had your little pouch, in his hands, which is held way above your reach. What Gojo doesn't know, is the fact that those very toys are used to make your toes curl every night.

"Give that back, Gojo. For fucks sake stop being so immature" you repeated.

"Darling just tell me what it is, and I'd give it back to you" Gojo practically sang.

Gojo started opening up the pouch. You had given up by now, choosing to bury your head in Suguru's arms instead. Shame and embarrassment had filled you. Now he was going to see the exact answer of his daily question, "You look like you didn't get enough sleep last night"

Gojo's eyes widened a little as he saw a Black vibrator inside the pouch. He took it out, slowly raising his eyes to look towards Geto. Silently trying to see if he's crossing any boundaries. To Gojo's surprise, Geto's eyes had a spark of excitement, instead of anger in them.

"Why don't we show Gojo, what's in the pouch?"

The question was followed by silence. None of the people in the room, were risking to have heard him worng, Geto himself included. Geto could feel your heartbeat increasing dramatically, as your fists bunched up his fabric on his chest.

Geto was the first one to recover from his own words. "Is that okay with you darling?" he whispered.

You simply managed to look up to him. Choosing to leave the very comfortable place where your face was previously hidden. Heat ran to your cheek rapidly. Adrenaline cursing through you increased as you saw the look Geto had on his face.

Gojo moved first, slowly placing a hand on your lower back. The touch was so light, if you weren't too hyper sensitive right now, you'd almost think of it as a strong wind.

"Shall we"

Geto didn't miss how instantly your head nodded a yes. You turned around to look at Gojo, only to find him in a trance, as he slid down his hand from your back to your ass.

"Use your voice darling" Geto warned

"Yes, let's show him" you managed to whisper.

Still a little unsure of the situation, you tried to slowly back away into Gojo's arms. All your doubts vanished as Geto pushed you into Gojo's arms while getting your top off.

You had never seen Geto eager. Normally he was the one to take his time, slowly teasing you and unbuttoning one by one. But today, it was as if something had clicked in his mind. His hands were wandering on your body, constantly pressing and kneading, all in the right spots.

Gojo on the other hand, had just made a mental note of all the right places to touch you. He loved the way your back was pressed against his. Once the top was off, Satoru started pressing soft kisses on you back. Soft but lingering. His hand shifted to your neck, turning it towards himself. The other hand turning the vibrator on. The buzzing sound filled the room, followed by Geto again hastily removing -tearing apart- the rest of your clothing.

Satoru slowly pulled away, making you seek his lips back on yours. He found the little action very amusing.

"Eager aren't we sweets?" Gojo laughed

Suguru was going to be a little honest. It made him a little jealous, his pretty little darling, kissing his bestfriend. That only made him more thirst deprived. His movements became faster as he grabbed the vibrator and placed it on your clit, after spreading your folds a little. He knew your body so well. He often wonders if he'd be able to draw it from the memory only. He prides himself by coming to the conclusion that he'd draw every single part of your your body accurately. The parts you like, the parts you don't, the parts he knows make you squirm and throw your head back.

Which is exactly what happened. Your head was instantly thrown back as the buzzing sound got louder and faster. Your hand coming up to get a hold of something. They landed in Gojo's hair, curling, bunching it up, while your senses made you squirm and pull at his hair slightly.

Satoru was just mesmerized. He has imagined this day a lot of times, sometimes when you wore that plunged neckline blouse, or sometimes when the slit in your dress was too high. But seeing you in his arms, your hands in his hair, it was a little too good to be true. He put both his hands under both your legs, slowly spreading them apart, before lifting you above the ground entirely. Placing your feet on Geto's shoulders, he had managed to fold you in half, literally.

His hand came down to give a little support from the below. Other one, taking his blindfold off, to let his beautiful eyes see these beautiful whimpers of yours.

The next thing you felt was Geto's lining up with your cunt. Geto knew how exactly to make all of him for inside you in one go, and the trick was to rub his swollen red tip along your folds. His warm tip on your wet folds made you feel like you were on fire. Geto dropped the vibrator in Gojo's hand, who again pressed it against you clit instantly.

The contrast between the cold vibrator and Suguru's tip, caused a shiver down your spine. Suguru wasn't so easily going to give you what you needed, he dipped his now free fingers into your cunt. Pulling them in and out, gradually increasing the speed. Your hand again found Geto's shirt, once again bunching it up to get a hold of yourself.

The next thing you know, is that you're pushed on Gojo's bed. You were already in a daze by all the fingering alone. But the look on your face was still hungry for more. Geto picked you up to line himself with your cunt, while Gojo went to grab condoms from his beside table. Once they were on, Suguru wasted no time in lining up your cunt and pushing himself inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, your head tilted, back arched and your nails were scratching to grasp anything. Gojo promptly takes his place in between your legs. He places his slender fingers on your clit and starts. His mouth latches on your breasts and the other hand comes up to keep you in your place by squeezing your throat.

It was almost a prompt, to see your response to it. Nonetheless it was extremely positive. All of your weak points were being groped, licked, scratched, pushed, pulled, slapped, and what not. You were a drooling mess by now.

"Aww doll, are you spacing out so soon? " Gojo taunted.

"Come on darling, one more"

"I know you have it in you doll"

"Don't hold back darling, let it go"

"Looks so pretty doesn't she, fucked out like this Suguru? "

"We should do this more often shouldn't we darling? "

You were completely exhausted at this point. Your cum was dripping out of you as if it were an open tap. Your mouth stayed open, drooling and panting. You leaned forward to place one last kiss on Suguru's lips, failing in the middle, causing both of them to lift up gently.

Needless to say, after this night, you never went back to bed without sore legs.

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Word count: 1300 words

A/n: Send in more requests. I'll get them ASAP.

[cosmichighpriestess]

Welcome to our message, dear readers.

The world has entered a time of important and powerful change for earth herself as well as for those living on her. Individuals who live from a consciousness of truth have a stable foundation from which to meet and understand these changes and can assist those presently struggling to understand the world from foundations built of shifting sand. 

All is proceeding according to plan although many continue to hold concepts about what will happen, when, where, and even how to speed it all up. Know that a Divine plan is and can never be influenced by or subject to limited three dimensional practices intended to influence it.  

Earth is and always has been the perfect spiritual universe of Divine Mind but because you are creators, it is the evolved consciousness of the majority that will lift and enlighten the collective to where it no longer expresses and maintains creations of duality and separation. Earth has finally reached a place of spiritual readiness for more and that is what is happening. 

Change reflects states of consciousness because consciousness is creative, the substance of form. Divine Consciousness is all that exists but the fullness of IT can only be experienced when individuals are able to align with it. Each day more individuals awaken to a deeper sense of oneness which in turn is serving to open and lift world consciousness to levels that will stop feeding many current forms of duality, separation, and two powers. 

This energetically powerful time on earth is not for the fainthearted. You who chose to serve earth at this time may feel like the head of a flying arrow catching heat and resistance. Many of you are experiencing physical, emotional, mental, and even spiritual issues because your energy fields are being swept clean of lingering old pockets of energy in order for them to be replaced with high resonating Light energy. Physical bodies often react to this process in some way.  

Everything still vibrating with old and finished energy is dissolving regardless of how well it may have served in the past simply because the slow dense vibrations of third dimensional consciousness cannot align with the lighter higher frequencies coming to earth. Many are choosing to leave at this time.  

Everything taking place now and soon is about dissolving separation consciousness and the false sense of self that accompanies it. Trust that in spite of what you may be experiencing in your personal life, everything at this point is part of a bigger picture leading you through and then beyond of the hypnotism you have long accepted as being reality. 

Even though every person is Divine Consciousness individualized, a spiritually evolved consciousness will automatically express more high resonating Light/God energy than that of a consciousness conditioned with beliefs of duality and separation. Because consciousness is creative it is always expressing itself. Beliefs of duality and separation serve to block the flow of higher resonating energies simply because they are manifesting and will do so until cleared. There is no un-manifest consciousness.

A high resonating state of consciousness automatically and without thought flows as oneness, calmness, consideration, kindness, trust, comfort, guidance, acceptance, assistance, and love etc. etc. Those receptive to these energies will feel and be drawn to them in some way while others may be repelled or even fear them. This however is not important because your job is to be the Lighthouse. 

Many are beginning to experience qualities of their real self because they are spiritually ready. One of aspect of the real Self is empowerment, a quality often thought of as being "power over" someone or something. Spiritual empowerment is a Divine quality already fully present in every individual, but often misunderstood or not even recognized. 

Spiritual empowerment can only express through a state of consciousness that has attained what spiritual literature refers to as the "Mystical Marriage"--the realization that male and female energies are not separate but rather are two facets of one Divine Whole. When one facet is believed to be superior or more important than the other it blocks the manifestation of spiritual empowerment and adds energy to concepts of empowerment being "power over".

You are all familiar with beliefs that relegate male energy to being superior to female energy. Much of this is the result of past beliefs being kept alive by those who stand to profit from it in some way. Masculine energy is the be-er, do-er, active aspect of God and feminine energy is the loving, intuitive, gentle aspect of God. They are not separate, but rather are meant to manifest as one physically, emotionally, mentally, and even spiritually. 

Minds conditioned with beliefs of duality and separation interpret the active aspect of masculine energy as being superior to the feminine because it appears to do more and humans love "doing" and when compared, feminine energy appears not to be "doing". The belief in male superiority blocks the flow of Divine feminine energy which is vital to and necessary for balanced outcomes on every level. The Divine feminine tempers and gives intuitive input to decision making and without it you get war, violence, and hatred.  

It is an insult to God and an act of idolatry to believe that God's feminine aspect is less than God's male aspect. Both are facets of the one omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent Whole that is fully present on earth in every male and female. Everyone as lived lives as both male and female which is why so many are confused by gender identity at this time. Remember, you are consciousness with a body, not a body with consciousness.  

Empowerment allows a person to lovingly saying to another; "Thank you for your opinion, but I am choosing to do this." Empowerment is loving and respecting others while never allowing them to dominate or have control over you. It is allowing your masculine aspect to make choices and decisions guided by the love, consideration, and intuition of your feminine aspect. Empowerment may occasionally mean speaking firmly to another using words they can relate to while silently acknowledging the person's true self.

Many organized religions teach that they alone have all the answers about God and that therefore you must believe what they believe or face punishment. Advertisers tell you to eat this and buy that or something bad will happen. Politicians, religious leaders, family, educators, and experts are all telling you what to believe and scamming has become rampant.  

Spiritual empowerment is a state of consciousness that strengthens intuition and allows you to lovingly make and stand in choices and decisions without guilt, doubt, feeling "less than", or a need to please.

You are ready to allow the already fully present empowerment within you to express . 

We are the Arcturian Group 4/7/24

[sketch-guardian]

Aww, they're so sweet! I can understand their reactions a bit better now, though I'll now spend quite a bit of time theorizing what they are xD Now, for the question of the day (or night), how do your lovely OCs comfort the MC when they're upset? Whether it's because of a situation, person, etc.

- Isa

That was my goal all along😂😌Anyway regarding your question: I think the RAD classmates's reaction would depend on whether a person or a situation was at fault🤔so I'll split the headcanons in two:

HOW DO THE RAD CLASSMATES COMFORT MC WHEN THEY'RE UPSET?

If MC was upset over a person:

DEMYA

Whoever was the person who made MC upset, they better have already left Devildom, because Demya would be able to track them down thanks to their smell lingering on MC and once she finds her prey, Demya leaves no remains. Demya's quite feral,so she has no problem almost tearing her victims to pieces,especially if someone has upset MC:no one disrespects her mate without paying the consequences. If MC wants to avoid bloodshed for the moment, they'll just need to try to distract her with hugs, in which case Demya should calm down. In the end Demya and MC would probably shit talk about the person who made them sad while cuddling

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Another one who would choose the violence route, but unlike Demya, Domnra would limit himself to asking MC who he should beat, if the event hadn't happened in front of him. If however Domnra's present at the time of such nonsense, then he would have MC hold Mobim, before going to teach the person who made his partner upset a lesson with his fists, making sure it's clear that the human is off-limits and that next time something like that happens again, it will be the last. Mobim, although tempted to go and stop Domnra from getting into trouble, would nervously play another role, namely that of comforting MC, letting himself be squeezed like a peluche

AZUL

As usual, the extent of Azul's reaction depends on his mood, however with such an affront to his lovely star, the situation usually can only go one way: revenge. If MC's just a little upset, at most Azul would track down the culprit through his contacts and curse their home to be haunted for about a week. If instead MC was very upset, then Azul would apologize to them with something like "excuse me my dear, but I have to go make a scene-" and proceed to publicly humiliate the stupid person who had disrespected MC

ZURI

Zuri's surprised that someone had the guts to annoy her beloved, not only because MC's associated with her, but also because MC has literally seven other powerful demons to protect them, so whoever upset MC,evidently mustn't care much about their own safety. Unlike the other demons, Zuri would approach the situation in a different way: she would focus on MC first, making sure they're okay and then proceed to reassure them. If MC wants, she could even spoil them a little by buying them something. Eventually when Zuri and MC meet the culprit,she will only need to glance at them to make the culprit apologize and not to show themself again. MC might notice a pinkish color in Zuri's eyes

ODON

Whoever made MC upset must not have had the slightest idea that they were a dear friend of Odon,otherwise they wouldn't even have dared to approach them and if they found out the truth later,they would immediately go apologize and beg MC for mercy. In any case,the news would make Odon sad, because they don't think MC deserves such treatment. First of all,not being an expert at comforting people, Odon would offer themself as a confidant if MC wants to talk or as a shoulder to cry on,after all they have a lot of patience and all the time in the world, so MC would have nothing to fear, the important thing would be to see them smile again. Then Odon would offer to escort MC around,so no one can upset them anymore. From then on, MC would probably notice the presence of the eye-like creatures, as if they were behaving like guard dogs

If MC was upset over a situation:

DEMYA

Demya's method to comfort her mate would be very simple, but effective, at least according to her reasoning: first she would create a soft comfortable nest with pillows and blankets,prepare snacks of all kinds,sweet and savory, turn on the TV or put on some music and then finally she would cuddle up with MC inside the pillow fort

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra would be a little more awkward in this situation, not being used to expressing his feelings and being vulnerable, but for his partner, he'd make an effort. Domnra would suggest as an idea that they both go screaming in the woods of Devildom to ease the pain, so that no one can hear them cry, or as a quieter option... He, MC and Mobim, could stay at home under the blankets to rest, away from everything and everyone

AZUL

At first in order to comfort his lovely star, Azul would hug them very affectionately, with many kisses to follow, in an attempt to distracf them from what made them upset,then if MC was in the mood, he would take MC out to have fun. In other cases, however, especially if he deems it necessary, Azul would be quieter and in a certain sense more romantic. He would probably float with MC in his arms in the starry sky of Devildom, reminding them, that they'll always be the brightest star of all, at least for him

ZURI

seeing MC in such a sad state would most likely awaken in Zuri a maternal side that even she didn't know she had. First, she would gently take the hands of her beloved,stroking them,to make her presence felt and to make it clear that she's ready to listen. Then, if MC agrees, Zuri would hug them to her chest as if they were fragile like glass,caressing MC's head or back until they fall asleep, all the while muttering reassurances that everything would be okay and that they would face whatever made them upset together. Zuri wouldn't dream of making MC face it all alone, not like she always had to do

ODON

Odon's a very wise and patient demon, so in case MC needs advice or just someone ready to listen, Odon would be available to offer their help. Always having a smile on their face, it might be hard to tell if Odon actually cares or not, but they genuinely care about their dear friend and want them to laugh and smile again. If MC is comfortable with physical contact, then Odon would hug them, cradling them gently and humming a very old tune similar to a lullaby or if MC prefers,Odon could tell jokes and offer them a cup of green tea. They've never received comfort,so Odon hopes their effort is enough

[ihopeineverloseyou19]

hiiii!

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

5. what fic of your own won’t you read?

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

16. Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

Sorry I went completely overboard and asked like about half but I genuinely love these writer asks and getting to see what other writers say.

3. All of them? But if I had to choose they would be (Unrequited and a new wips that's not posted but will be out soon (trying to change (nobody said it had to be for the better) Emily childhood's fics

4. Salt Water (teen hotch fic) it was a hard one to write, but it's the ending of it that makes it worth me coming back every time I feel about myself because it ends in healing from the wounds and learning to move on

5. That might be the easiest one to answer: EXILE

I won't read it simply because of the pain of this paragraph brought me to write or read in the fic:

Those unsaid 'I love you’s' made her have a difficult time sleeping since she came back. Because what they once had finished long ago. That was what she told herself after the first night JJ and her spent in Paris, that was what she repeated herself after the last kiss they shared before JJ had to leave. At her front door, like they were just finishing a date, it wasn't quick. Emily likes to think that they both lingered a little, mouths still pressed against each other before JJ abruptly pulled back and left.

Like if a switch flickered inside of her, JJ pulled back, before muttering a quiet 'I'm sorry'. Emily to this day doesn't know why the blonde was sorry for. Breaking the kiss apart? Leaving her alone in a house she barely knew? Not being able to help her more than that? Kissing her? Kissing her while she had a boyfriend and a son waiting for her?

12. Perfect environment to write: Rainy afternoon, in my desk, nowing that's I've completed all of my homeworks, not having any exams approaching so I won't feel guilty for writing and music. Music is vital for me to write, I creat and modify plailist solely to write a fic.

16. All the time, mostly to get idea from past works. Yeah totally, I think that for now I won't go back to wrote as a first person POV, now it feels rare for me to do that.

19. An ideal fic: A happy ending, because I'm a sucker for those, angst in the middle, showing what the "problem" of the story was, I think that something that has to tie with families, maybe the BAU family dynamic of something like that, because if all of them had something in commun it would be a shitty childhood. I'd like to go deeper in those themes

More questions here (I'll have a lonely Sunday, so more asks would be great)

[revclations]

jude's entire life revolved around the premise of being able to guide others, to ease their anxieties and help return them back to a well-intentioned, god honouring place. he knew how to help people, it was what he was best at but winnie wasn't there to speak to her priest. she didn't need religious guidance in that moment, she needed reassurance from her lover and that wasn't quite so natural for him to give. he listened patiently, his thumb slowly rubbing back and forth across her cheekbone as she confessed her doubts with quiet hesitance. honesty was important, it was the only way they would get anywhere safe in the jumbled mess that was their brand-new relationship and while he couldn't save her from all her worries, the least he could do was try and remove the strain of at least a couple. "i won't lie to you. i did often find myself preoccupied thinking about the future and what might happen if people found out... i could justify that first night but anything else felt like we'd be taunting them." it was likely that the town would try and concoct a story in which winnie had simply seduced the well-intentioned but weak priest but it wouldn't be enough to save his career, he'd still be encouraged to leave and start again some place new and that uncertainty frightened him more than he wanted to admit. however, the alternative was staying and witnessing winnie lead a life with a man who wasn't him, and the jealousy that would come to swallow him whole would make it nearly impossible to preach anything godly, so why would he not choose the option where there was the chance of some happiness? they could be careful, no one had to find out. his anxieties would linger but could be put to bed for a night in the comfort of her arms. "i was scared, you know that... no one wants to think about loss, but right now i'm gaining something, and i believe that it's worth the risk." he had to believe it, or else he'd never have the courage to put his whole world on the line.

it was normal for winnie to feel some form of anxiety whenever she was in a new situation, but these nerves were a different sort. rather than a host of vague worries she couldn't quite put her finger on, she knew exactly where her fears stemmed from, and they weren't entirely unfounded either. she had good reason to believe he might turn around and decide a relationship with her wasn't worth whatever backlash he may receive should anyone in town find out, especially given how he'd acted towards her after their first night together. it was easy to get swept up in both their emotions and their physical desire when they were near each other, but after a few hours alone, maybe jude had come to his senses once and for all. his response swiftly quieted her racing thoughts, breath caught in her throat as he gently cupped her cheeks before he was stealing the air right from her lungs in the form of a gentle kiss. this one felt different from all the kisses preceding it, devoid of their frantic lust for one another, instead feeling more deliberate. an unspoken promise that reassured her without even having to say a word. when he finally did speak, the wave of relief made her knees go weak, hands coming up to loosely tangle through his hair and keep him close, as if she needed something to hold just to remain upright. "yes..." her voice was a sheepish murmur, unable to meet his eyes as she cast her gaze to the floor while her hands retreated to rest on his shoulders. she didn't want to doubt him, but she'd feel foolish for blindly trusting a decision he'd made while under emotional duress. for her own protection, winnie had to operate with some level of caution, even if all that apprehension went out the window with a few words of reassurance and a simple kiss or two. "i know you got a whole lot more to lose than i do, so i wouldn't blame you... i've just never been this happy before, and if i am happy, it never lasts, so i just figured... i don't want it to, but i'm just scared it's gonna end, is all." finally she mustered the courage to peek back up at him, checking in to see if his expression had changed, looking for signs that her fears were right.