#they love being close with each other it doesnt matter where when or how

[convex-solos]

what do you think. is the complete opposite of cubscar dynamic. generally or another duo you choose

I cant really think of any duos but id say just anyone who doesnt have chemistry HELP. So just imagine the opposite of what I’m gonna say now.

Cubscar is built on mutual respect and admiration, despite being fundamentally different as individuals they have many shared goals which is why they can work so well together.

They excel in what the other struggles to do so they form a very solid pair.

They also have similar mindsets, neither of them builds alliances on trust but rather their own interest so they never expect actual unconditional loyalty from each other, which helps TREMENDOUSLY. Chaos is always the ultimate goal, who cares if people get hurt?

There are no expectations, they’re free to do whatever they want and they wont hold grudges against each other unless its something really stupid and inconsequential.

They are a secret third thing. No one gets them like they get each other, they’ve shared so many moments and they’ve grown accustomed to every little quirk the other has. They are also incredibly ruthless and evil if needed and they often enable the other to do as they please.

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ONLINE LOVE | 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚄

✧ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | 𝙰𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

✧ Summary- Rafe Cameron used to avoid love, only having flings and never getting close to anyone. Now 27 and raising his 3-year-old daughter Harper alone, he wants something more, a real connection. Tired of being judged on the island, he tries Hinge and sets his location to the mainland. After days of no matches, he finds your profile and is instantly drawn to you.

✧ Prompt- for hingematch!rafe could you do one where hes been busy with his daughter and doesnt realise hes left her on delivered and she thinks hes ghosted her?

✧ Prompted here

It had been a month. A month of back and forth texting, FaceTime calls, and learning more about each other. Rafe surprisingly opened up about a lot to you, other than the fact that he had his daughter. He still didn’t know how to bring this up. Now worried it would ruin everything.

You had off today so you and Rafe had spent all night on the phone. You had fallen asleep first so when you woke up you wanted to make it a point to text him.

9:29am: Hi, how pathetic am I fallen asleep on you like that?

9:30am: My first year residency is kicking my ass, I’m shocked that I even stayed up as late as I did.

9:31am: I’m free all day today, finally have a day off, so don’t be shy in texting me! 🥰

9:44am: I’m sure you’re at work and busy. Like I said I’m free all day. I just can’t wait to hear your voice again.

You hadn’t mean to sound desperate. This past month you and Rafe had been on top getting back to each other the second with of you had texted. You had both shared your schedules, you knew when he’d be in meetings and he knew when you’d be working at your internship. The second either was over, one of you was immediately sending a text. Unless there was an emergency meeting he got pulled in to, this was a bit of a strange break in the pattern.

You busied yourself as best as you could. You made yourself a nice breakfast, something you barely get to do anymore. Then, you caught up on some of your tv shows and when they were done you began a new book. You took a full pamper shower, cleaned up your nails, did your hair routine, your skincare, and applied some makeup.

It had been 4 hours and when you finally picked back up your phone it was still radio silence from Rafe. You let out a sigh of defeat. Mind racing that something that seemed so precious could already be over. He hadn’t even read the texts. You don’t mean to jump to conclusions, but no matter how well this seemed to be going, he was only just an online dating match who ended up living 5 hours away from you.

On the other side of North Carolina, Rafe was a mess. Harper had claimed she had a stomach ache and refused to go to school, meanwhile he caught the toddler in the pantry sneaking cookies and gummies 3 times this morning. He told her the only thing she was allowed to do was lay in bed and get rest if she was that sick. This lead to full blown tantrums and Rafe wanting to pull out the short hair of his buzzcut.

Between Harper fighting him all morning and having to rearrange his business schedule, this glued Rafe to his office desk. His personal phone was forgotten on his nightstand and he didn’t get a chance to think about it. He left the office door open, which gave him a perfect view of Harper’s and the hundreds of times he caught her sneaking out of it.

“Harper get back here!”

“No daddy, I want more snacks.”

“You said your tummy hurt, were you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to daddy, Harper.”

“Yes.”

Harper bowed her head in defeat. A cute way of defeat only a 3 year old could get away with. This caused Rafe to kneel in front of his daughter, lifting her chin delicately with his fingers.

“Why’d you lie Harper?”

“I don’t like school, I wanted to be with you. You mwake me safe.”

“Why would you need me to keep you safe baby?”

“Cause kids are mean and I don’t like ‘em.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. How about this, we spend the rest of the day doing anything you want? Snacks, movies, tea party. How’s that sound?”

Harper’s face lit up and she threw herself into her dad’s arms, wrapping hers around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“Yes daddy! Come!”

Rafe laughed as he allowed the toddler to drag him into the kitchen. She pulled out the tea set from the lower cabinet that was designated for all her stuff. Rafe put on some water to boil, then she went to pantry to pull out snacks she wanted for tea time.

They brought up everything to her room. Harper knew exactly how to set everything up. A setting for her, a setting for Rafe, and two other settings for her stuffed elephant and American Girl doll Sarah had gotten her.

They spent the entire day doing what Harper wanted. Rafe let his assistant know he would be unreachable as he just wanted to focus on his daughter. This was the first she brought up having problems at preschool. How the hell were 3 year olds already having issues. He got her to open up about it and it was 2 boys that would take her crayons and break them when she’d color or steal her gummies at lunch time.

Rafe took offense to that personally because he was always proud of himself for making her lunches every morning. But he quickly shook off the feeling of being pissed off at a 3 year old. Heloved being a dad and making Harper happy. He didn’t want to be sad or afraid to go to school. So to just do this little thing for her to see her smile, he was more than ok to do it.

When the time came around for Harper’s bedtime, he brushed through her now dried hair from the bath and tucked her into bed.

“You’re gonna have to go to school tomorrow Princess. I know it’s scary, but you’re a tough girl, I’ll come in with you tomorrow and talk with your teachers. We’ll figure this out together. Ok?”

Harper gave a soft sigh and looked like she wanted to plead with her dad to not go in another day. “Ok. Ima tough girl.”

“That’s right. I love you little one.”

“I love you daddy.”

Rafe had given her one final kiss before making his way to his bedroom and plopping down onto his sheets. He had forgotten about his phone all day and had decided to pick it up. There were notifications from Sarah, Topper, Kelce and all the way at the bottom there were four missed messages from you.

He ran his hand over his face. He never missed a text from you. He always had Do Not Disturb on and you’ve been the only one this past month that could still get through to him. He was stuck on what to say. His entire day was spent making sure his daughter had been happy. His daughter, you had no idea about. What could he even say?

It was now 8:30 at night. You had just cleaned up the kitchen from cooking dinner earlier. Mind finally at ease from the doubt and wary feeling about being ignored. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten attached, no matter how good it felt. He probably found someone closer to him and forgot all about you. Online dating has never turned out great for you. This was just another disappointing failure.

You sat on the couch, trying to push aside your thoughts as you engulfed yourself in your favorite movie. Your phone is next to you laying face down. It was almost 9 and even with a relaxing day of doing what you loved you were already feeling tired again. You rested your head in the palm of your hand as you our eyes began to close, a ping from your phone shot them right back open.

Embarrassingly, you reached for it quicker than you’d like to admit. You look at the notification and see it’s Rafe. You hold back a smile, not ready for what it says.

8:55pm: Hi. I’m really sorry about today. From the second I woke up chaos was erupting at the office. I had to get up and ready and rush out the door. I completely forget my personal phone at home and just got back. I missed you today. 🩵

You let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding and smile warmly at the message. You were scared of rejection and know he feels this way you reply instantly not caring how it makes you look anymore.

8:57PM: No need to apologize Mr. CEO. Some things are unpredictable, it’s easy to get caught up, I’m still here for you.

Rafe took a sigh of relief at your response. He didn’t want to ruin this. But the gnawing guilt of lying to you about Harper made him terrified of what was yet to come. You said you loved kids. But would you love him when you found out he had a daughter?

For now the only thing to do was to continue to talk to you. Learn more about you. Hopefully you would understand why he was doing what he was doing. It was to protect Harper. You’d understand, right?

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I think I have everyone tagged <3

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Octavia’s reaction is 100% justified, actually

So I already made an entire reblog about this but I feel as if this topic is deserving of being its own post because the fandom’s reaction to Octavia has hit a new low. I’m just gonna paste what I said from this reblog here.

So think of this; young girl living in a home with a close relationship to her father. The father is always there to comfort the young girl and even sang a song when she was little as a lullaby to help her sleep due to having nightmares of her father not being there for her, telling her that no matter what, he’ll never leave and she will always be okay.

Cut to many years later, and, suddenly, things change. The father that the young girl held close to…suddenly cheats on his wife and starts obsessing over a random imp over her, even to the point of making sexual remarks about him around her even when she’s uncomfortable. Everything was turned upside down for her, the parents who previously loved each other now loathe on another, and now the father who held his daughter dear starts neglecting her in favor of this random imp.

Which leads the daughter to grow a fear that her father will leave her in favor of that imp, a perfectly understandable one given that it was established before that she has fears of abandonment. THEN when that father takes the daughter to a carnival that she hated when she was a child, he spends most of the day flirting with that imp on the trip that was SUPPOSED TO CHEER HER UP. The daughter gets fed up with this and runs off where the father follows suit. The daughter expresses her fears of abandonment to her father and asks him if he is really going to leave her in favor of that imp. The father says no, realizing his mistake and assures her that he’ll never leave her and decides to take her to a place she actually enjoys as a way to make up for that…

…and then cut to 17 episodes later where the daughter then witnesses her father THROWING HIS LIFE AWAY ON LIVE TELEVISION FOR AN IMP. He told her that he would never leave her, that he wouldn’t chose that imp over her…and he does that with no hesitation. Without even telling her. Octavia doesn’t know shit about whatever close relationship Blitz and Stolas have, to her, Blitz is just some random nobody imp that Stolas is for some reason horny over.

And this effectively cements to Octavia that, she doesn’t matter to her father. He really would choose an imp over her. Sinmass further drives this home with a heart breaking song Octavia sings that offers as a dark reprise of you will be okay, as Octavia sings about her resentment and heart break over her father betraying her trust, for LYING to her. She says she’ll never be the same now and fully accepts the fact that Stolas cares more about Blitz than her. And she then finds out that Stolas was taking anti-depressant pills, making her believe that she was just nothing but a burden, an obligation to Stolas this whole time.

If she wasn’t, why would he leave her without hesitation? It’s infuriating to me how the one time the show has good writting the fandom STILL makes insane arguments trying to defend Stolas.

Is Stolas allowed to form other relationships outside of Octavia? Yea, he is, but that’s not the issue. The issue is that Stolas was placing those new relationships above his old ones, he chose Blitz over Octavia, his daughter, his FAMILY.

”probably called her a million times” actually we saw him call once and Octavia was happy to answer until Stella wouldn’t let her, taking Octavia’s phone and mocking Stolas for trying to call her. Octavia doesn’t see the whole picture because SHE DOESNT HAVE THE WHOLE PICTURE! Stolas never communicated ANYTHING to her, not about what was going on between him and Stella, and not about his relationship with Blitz. Stolas didn’t give Octavia ANY information about what was going on and guess what? Seeing Stars and Sinmass show the exact consequences of that.

In Seeing Stars Octavia runs away to try and see the stars for herself because Stolas was focusing more on arguing with Stella than her, which leads Octavia to thinking that Stolas hates Stella more than he loves her, and she wouldn’t have started believing that IF STOLAS COMMUNICATED AND TOLD HER ABOUT THE ABUSE DURING OF THEIR MARRIAGE. Therefore she would be more understanding.

And in Sinmas, If Stolas ever explained to Octavia at any point in the show the full context of his relationship with Blitz, that would, at the very least, make Octavia understand his decision. Yet he never did. Octavia doesn’t have the full context for ANY of these situations because Stolas for SOME REASON never communicated to her.

And can people just fuck off with the whole “omg Octavia is such an immature/selfish teenager!” BECAUSE SHES NOT!! She’s not being a bratty, emotional teen for *checks notes* wanting attention from her father. Sinsmas is legitimately one of the best episodes of season 2 because it actually addresses Stolas acts as a father and calls him out for it, creating drama that doesn’t feel artificial for once and ends up being a step in the right direction for both Stolas AND Octavia as characters. But it’s sad to me that some people still miss blatantly obvious details like this.

Octavia is not a bratty teenager having a tantrum, she’s a girl that had her life turned upside down and is suffering through a divorce. I wish most of the fandom would actually see that.

[behidethetrees]

Mike schmidt as your boyfriend hcs ꩜

Pairing: mike schmidt x fem! Reader

Contents: slight angst if u squint, Fnaf mention, Reader and mike are sooo cute hehe

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-You and Mike met in 1983 when you were 15. Mike was smart in the things you werent, So you two made a deal that you could copy off of him . One day when you were walking down the halls you saw the meanest boy in school Trying to bully mike and it pissed you off.

-You pulled the boy off of mike and punched him with no hesitation, Mike was so sure there were hearts in his vision. You were brave and fearless, But you were also gentle and caring when you offered help if he was hurt, He wasnt but He had never wished he was more than on that day.

-Thats when you two started becoming close. At first it was small talk or friendly banter but it slowly turned into never being seen anywhere without each other.

- One lucky day in december of senior year he decided to tell you how he felt in the garden you had showed him. Mike was never romantic, He didnt know what to do or say, So he did whatever guys did in the movies he’d seen. He handpicked you some beautiful pink flowers and wrote you a cute but short letter and handed it to you.

-You accepted his feelings and looked at those puppy dog eyes that crinkled as he smiled.

-Mike is very loyal. He has your initial around his neck and he talks about you almost all the time. (Abby tells you all about it) He has even gotten into a few fights for you, He always defends you even if you aren’t there.

-As mike got older, He starting learning the old way of love. He opens all doors for you, The occasional flowers and cute poems he writes for you, the sidewalk rule, He really knows how to treat his lady.

-Mikes Love Language is definitely quality time. Youre the love of his life and he wants to be with you always! There are alot of times where mike doesnt know what to say or show you how much he loves you. But you know he does by the way he follows and takes you everywhere. How he offers to spend time with you when he gets off of that strange nighshift where he works, Even if it means he gets no sleep.

-Mike is a family man. He loves his little sister and you love her too. You and Abby have a bond that was fun and ‘girly’, in mikes words. (Mike wears bracelets you and abby make for him) When Mike opened up to you about his brother and his parents one day, You just put your head on his shoulder, letting him talk and not mentioning how his voice would wobble and crack every once an awhile.

-Mike struggles with his emotions and mental health. When he feels like its getting bad, He tends to distance himself but you reassure him you are there for him no matter what. You hold mike whether hes crying or not and whisper sweet words into his short curly hair.

-Mike is very jealous and protective. He tries to not to show it but its obvious. His arm slinged over your shoulder everywhere, Making sure everyone knew you were his. Even when you talked to people, He subconsciously glared at the people taking your attention away from him. Mike eyes, that could be so welcoming, were cold.

-Mike loves the date nights you plan for the two of you. Whether it was going out or staying in, He loves being in your presence.

-Mikes favorite part of everyday is at night when you two would cuddle while talking about your future together. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you and hes thrilled someone like you wants that with him too.

A/N!!!: happy halloween!! What are u guys going as? Me and my bf are going as mavis and johnny :3

Hope you enjoyed!

Requests

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idk if youre taking requests for one piece but if you are can i request for zoro with an s/o who moves around a lot in their sleep? thank you so much!

— ZORO THOUGHTS: zoro x reader who moves in their sleep

ᥫ cw: none ★ HAI ANONIE!! i love this idea so much omg ?!@#?? thank yew for the req eheheheh!!!

ah, god's sleepiest soldier, roronoa zoro... it's amazing that the man can sleep anywhere at anytime, it's scary almost. it's like he could sleep through the worst of storms and earthquakes. but he's a very still sleeper. he hardly moves to the point you'd think he was dead... the most he moves is a slight, very occasional tousle around, a short roll to his side as he searches for something to hold onto in his sleep. he's found that something to be you, god's second sleepiest soldier. at first people thought you were a good match for each other, two people who could match each other's sleep, if you will. but then the crew realized that you .. are a very messy sleeper. they could watch you go to sleep laying straight on your back with your arms on either side of you and could wake up seeing you half-splayed across the floor.

they were worried at first if anything. zoro was a cuddler, while he didnt necessarily need to hold onto something at night, it was something he preferred. so when you became his preferred thing to cling onto as he slept, the crew was worried you might've somehow pushed zoro off his hammock, or maybe zoro's patience would've quickly run thin and you two would have some sort of fight.

really, it was the exact opposite. see, on top of zoro being a very still sleeper, he's a very heavy sleeper too. it doesnt matter how much you squirm or wiggle around in your sleep, zoro is NOT waking up lmao. besides that, zoro's got a sort of iron grip on you once he falls asleep, arms strong enough to keep you somewhat in place as you two slept. if he's got his arms wrapped around your waist then that's the only part of you that stays still, you'd bend and roll around as much as you can, but zoro's going to have you glued to him someway somehow.

though, it does get a bit annoying, for zoro at least. one time he woke up to find you had somehow flipped over with your feet to his face, he has no idea how you did it and neither do you tbh. it's another reason why he holds you so close when you sleep. it's somewhat evolved to the point where zoro pulls you on top of him when you two sleep. again he doesnt mind the squirming but he wouldnt want you to wake up in a strange position lol

[sweeterthancandy]

truth or dare?

warnings: calum x reader x ashton, threesome… calum and reader have established relationship, hot tub sex, almost public sex? finger sucking AGAIN. dumbification😇, thigh riding, pussy eating

wc: 1.6k - nsfw content below the cut!!🍰

you and calum have been going steady, but that doesnt mean you cant have a little fun, right?

being on tour with the boys meant you got treated like royalty by your boyfriend, only the best for you. so tonight he had a penthouse suite booked for you two which included the biggest bed youve ever laid eyes on, a bar, and even a private hot tub. ashton had come over to your room— quickly getting bored of his night already, you had decided to use your room for what its worth and get in the hot tub.

your string bikini barely covered your goodies as you stepped into the water, calum helping you in with a hand resting on your back. they had already nestled into the water, skin slowly getting familiar to the burning sensation— calum sat comfortably, his legs spread and arms thrown over the edge as you sat next to him. ashton however, he was sat in the same position yet seemed alot more nervous.

soft sensual music played in the background as the lights shown a blueish tint over the private balcony, “we cant just sit here and vibe forever..” ashton spoke with a giggle as he sat next to you, thighs rubbing against yours. “truth or dare?”

“what are we, twelve?” you spoke making calum chuckle and pull you close “nah.. lets give it a shot” he says

after a few raunchy questions shared between the three of you it was now your second turn “alright, truth or dare?” ashton spoke, and of course you picked dare kicking off the craziness that tonight has in store. you saw him give a hard look to calum almost a look of trust. “i dare you to kiss both of us” he says with a chuckle as a matter of testing his luck. “god youre such a boy.” you roll your eyes, going to rest your hand on calums thigh to reassure him.

“what.. you scared?” calum spoke up with a husk in his voice, his hard chest rising calmly, “i dont scare easy…” you whisper.

calum was first.

his eyes dont leave yours, he looks at you as if he was daring you to do it, your hand rests softly on his chest as you lean in giving him a slow, hungry kiss. he returned the kiss instantly, his hand slicing through the water to caress your waist. you deepened the kiss, bringing your finger to slide through his dark wet curls, giving his lip a quick bite before pulling off.

“fuck-“ he winced against her mouth as she pulled away, his voice shallow and coarse.

you now turned to your left where your eyes met ashtons, “jesus. you plannin’ on kissing me like that?” he stiffled a laugh as you placed your hand on his thigh, calums hand still leaving traces on your waist. when your lips met his you felt the differences between the two.

calum was laid back and hungry for you, while ash just wanted more, he was bolder.

his hand found its way to your other hip, the boys each had a hand on you and you loved it. he kissed you passionately and desperately, his tongue trying to make it way through as you lean back, his lips chased yours but it didn’t phase you.

“jesus christ” you laughed breathlessly as your heart beat at an alarming pace, “you guys are ridiculous..” you said trying to pretend it wasnt turning you on how much they both wanted this. “wha’do ya say about another round baby?” calum put a hand on your cheek turning you towards him.

after seeing the glimmer in your eye he grabbed your waist to move you into his lap to face him “c’mere-fuck” he spoke roughly as you slammed down onto him, his mouth quickly found its way to your chest bringing his hands to pull at the strings of your bikini top quickly undressing you.

you let out a soft moan at the feeling of him underneath you, your hips subliminally begin to roll over him as your top is yanked off and throw somewhere in the jacuzzi. you suddenly feel a thick hand which you guessed belonged to the curly haired drummer sat next to you swipe the hair out of your eyes, gathering it all into a makeshift ponytail as his mouth found its way to your jaw leaving open mouthed kisses on you leading down your neck.

calum wasted no time flipping you around “god baby, fucking turn around.. show him how much you love this yeah?” he turned you around so your back rests on his chest, his hands run up your torso to massage your tits, “she always this gone with you?” you begin to roll your hips once again on just one thigh this time, throwing your arms behind you to feel something real, “mostly… aint that right baby?” he said waiting for a response with a smirk plastered on.

his hands found their way to your hips stabilizing you “yeah she cant hear a thing hmm..” he smiles at the fucked out state he gets you in. calum continued rocking you back and forth on his thigh, your moans mixing with the slow music playing was heavenly “mmmfuck-cal need moree” you dragged out, starting to bounce faster.

“tell ash what you need baby hes here to help right?” calum spoke into your ear leaving soft bites around it.

“fuck yes i am.” he says, down for anything. “need somethin’ in my mouth.. now” you whine out.

“holy shit-yeah sweetheart, ill do that for you-open up” ashton speaks with shock and horny-ness covering his face, you open your mouth just enough to let something in as you look up at him, towering over you with his large stature pleading for him to help you. his thumb slides into your mouth as his palm rests on your chin, you instantly start to suck, your tongue sliding over the pad of it just trying to keep you busy.

calum can tell youre getting close now as your sharp nails scratch up his thighs and your moans quicken. “you got it princess— fuck look at you fucking yourself on your boyfriends thigh as my best friend has his thumb down your throat.. what a fucking sight, right ash?” calum roughly held your hips down on this thigh shoving you back and forth, ashton isnt even on this planet anymore, just seeing you below him sucking on his thumb as your tits bounce from how hard calum is making you fuck yourself.

this might be heaven.

“m’cumming-“ was all you had to say for calum to smile “so good, did so good for us” he lets you ride out your high on him. you didnt realize how much if a slut you looked like until right now, you were moving so fast there was waves in the hot tub, you released him from your mouth as you scooted to get off of calums lap.

“wanna eat you.. can i please..” the tan one spoke onto your lips as he scooped you up mid kiss, placing you on the ledge. “shit ts’so cold” you wince at the feeling of the tile against your bare skin.

calum is now twisting around, throwing your legs over his shoulders within seconds “get up there and warm her up would you?” he barked at the other boy. he quickly obliged crawling up the step to sit next to you at the top.

“did so good- all i was thinking about was getting to this pretty pussy…” he undid the ties of your bottoms resulting in them slipping off and he finished the job by tearing the off and into the jacuzzi with the other half of your swimsuit. “fuck there she is..” you moan out leaning back into ashtons arms as they cage you in.

his thumb runs over your clit softly, pulling your folds to the side wanting the see it glisten. your eyes are locked on calums as your hand flies up to rest on the back of ashtons neck as he goes to feel you up. your body is topped with hands around you, calums rest on your stomach as his mouth plunges into you and ashtons come down to play with your breasts.

“being touched so good.. so much..” you blabber out licking the drool that rest in the corner of your mouth. his tongue moves quickly across your clit, licking and sucking at just the right ratio to make you get close.

youre moaning so loud, “just because this is a private balcony doesnt mean they cant hear you sweetie..” the pale boy shushes you with a finger over your mouth, you know they love how loud you are secretly.

“m’close oh my god-fuck” you ramble at a higher pitch than usual, calum takes this as his chance to fill you up. he swiftly shoves a finger into you making you draw out a long guttural moan, it didnt take much more than that to make you cum all over his face. “want it all” he spoke into your pussy as he licked all your wetness up, making you shake harder than you already were with overstimulation. “thank you-thank you” you mutter against his lips as he crawled out of the tub.

almost forgetting ash was there he spoke up “this was so hot-you guys are the hottest couple ive ever seen jesus christ.” you didnt even realize how hard he was against you until this moment, oh well!! your body glistened with sweat and chlorine as you began to try and breath normally again “nothing like a game of truth or dare right?” you giggled.

this was never about calum or ashton, or a stupid game of truth or dare, this was for you. all for you.

did yall like this??? lmk pleaseeee this was me experimenting… send asks cuties!! 💋💋💋

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Cuddling Male toons

my tummy kinda hurt lowkey ooooooouhchie ouchie notes: gn toon reader, pre game, focused mostly on the canon character, short and sweet, written on computer, short in theory but collectively its long cws: none

BLOT

hes kind of cold... and sticky... and wet.. im sure if he leaves ink footsteps hes going to leave stains as you cuddle... so hopefully you dont mind being a bit of a mess during and after cuddling- or really most physical affection

he... doesnt actually like cuddling all that much because of this. its such a hassle and he likes being a show off about his love in other ways- of course he is! he looooves making a performance of things when its things he feels like matter a lot to him!

on the chance you guys do cuddle he can go either way about being big or little spoon

BOXTEN

hes such an awkward cuddler... where does he put his hands? is this okay? youre not uncomfortable when he holds you like this- or this- or-... it takes him a minute to get comfortable and find something that works for the both of you

he actually does like cuddling you despite all the squirming, its just that he doesnt know how to play it cool long enough for you guys to really get into it. give him some time and with experience he'll become more confident with this!

he actually prefers being little spoon but he feels a certain pressure to be big spoon... please let him know he can be little spoon whenever he wants

COSMO

soft and fluffy- just like a real cake. sometimes you leave indents on him... sometimes watching them slowly puff back into place is nice, its satisfying in its own way. he also smells nice too! overall a nice experience overall!

he doesnt much care for the big/little spoon way of cuddling, whatever position you guys take in bed that leaves you both in close proximity works for him! lay on him- or let him lay on you.. smoosh into each others sides- get creative with it if you must!

sometimes his icing drizzle makes you all sticky though :(

FINN

cuddling with him can be a little awkward... hes made of glass and his head is full of water- you cant really fully lay down and huddle into him without the risk of getting wet

usually you guys cuddle while sitting or otherwise propped up- not always the most comfortable but hey- you guys dont really have much of a choice otherwise

kind of cold to the touch too thanks to the water and glass but hes got a few blankets to try to warm himself up for you! he can go either way about being big or little spoon.... and hes not ashamed to ask to be held!

GLISTEN

hes cold and hard- mirror stuff, hes... admittedly not the most comfortable... and hes somewhat (very) insecure about it... but you guys have managed to find work arounds! covers and blankets- give him a nice robe to lounge around in and hes going to be obsessed!

he tends to prefer being little spoon, but he tries to be big spoon for you more often than not- something about wanting to please you... but once those walls are let down and he allows himself to be more honest about how hes feeling and thinking around you he melts right into your arms

definitely pouts when you need to get up to do something mid cuddle- hes only mildly upset in reality

GOOB

well he loves hugging.. and whats cuddling if not an extended hug? of course hes going to cling onto you the moment you bring it up- and a lot of times you dont even need to open your mouth.. just gotta pat the bed and hes sprinting towards you

wraps his arms all up around you to keep you as close as possible- the whole big/little spoon thing doesnt really cross his mind, he just wants you as close as possible in the moment! sometimes his claws kind of sink into you... not enough to hurt or break the skin but hes definitely accidentally poked you

nice and fluffy and warm, sometimes its like snuggling into a blanket fresh from the dryer... you could stay like this forever!

LOOEY

Already have cuddling hcs here!

RAZZLE AND DAZZLE

Already have cuddling hcs here!

RODGER

he prefers to be big spoon, something about holding you and keeping you so close to him is... nice and comforting. he gets the horary "tends to put himself between you and the door as a subconscious barrier to protect you in case of anything,"... not that he thinks theres any danger around, its habit really

he smells like bitter coffee though so hopefully you dont mind that too much- sometimes getting him into bed to come cuddle you can be a fight too since he has a habit of getting really sucked into his cases.. hes determined and bordering on obsessive

he also occasionally likes having you simply laying across his chest

SHRIMPO

he burns hot. on the rare chance he actually lets you cuddle with him hes going to be uncomfortably warm and its... overall not a good time... hes kind of sweaty too and smells like... well shrimp...

he doesnt really like cuddling that much though- he kind of shakes and seethes quietly the whole time... at least its an upgrade from how hed just push you away and go off on you?

[octoberscigarettes]

soemtimes I wish someone who isnt a romantic partner would have cared for Ian enough. like ofc mickey cares immensely and I don't wanna discredit the good he does for Ian. But there are so many things in Ian's life where he needed care and love and reassurance from someone he is not romantically involved with.

being groomed from a young age, and nobody cared enough to see what's going on with kash, and when lip did, he did nothing. when Fiona and Jimmy Steve found out Ian was sleeping with Ned, nobody cared enough about Ian to help him. Instead it was all about Jimmy Steve and his man baby feelings about his dad being queer.

when Ian was crying about the aftermath of s3ep6 and s3ep9, Frank was heading a gay rights movement purely for his own gain, while Ian's siblings feasted on a gift basket sent to their house. Nobody wondered where Ian was, so he was sobbing in his bed, alone.

when Ian ran away to the army, his entire family just accepted it, the fucking Milkoviches were more worried about Ian than his own family.

when in s6 Ian doesnt know what to do with himself, nobody cares enough to show him that his life isnt over bc of his diagnosis. nobody cares enough to tell Ian that he still has options, that he can survive.

when Ian is heartbroken, nobody cares enough about it to tell him anything but "good riddance".

when Ian has a crisis of faith and loses himself in religion and mania, nobody cares about him enough to talk to him until its to late. nobody sees him enough to know if he is taking his meds.

In the Gallagher household Ian doesn't exist. Fiona and Lip are bonding and supporting each other (no matter how angry and misguided sometimes) in their role as the eldest. Debbie and Carl are looking out for each other, and Fiona and Lip always have an eye on them bc they're younger. Liam gets raised by everyone. But Ian just kind of floats around in the void, and while they all may love him, they don't notice him.

Lip and Ian are close, but they aren't caring for each other properly.

As long as Ian contributes to the squirrel fund and doesnt make a fuss, they dont see him.

And once his mental state gets bad they all sit around wondering why they didnt catch it sooner. But they never look.

I just wish that someone would see Ian Gallagher.

[priyajoyy]

Bunny and her kids parallels

Parallels between bunny/reader and her children in my rabbits foot series!!

Spoilers for where the story is gonna go so don’t read if you don’t want spoilers 😭

Jack

⭐️ the little golden boy

🍂 named after Jackie obviously

🥊 only kid that bunny has told about anything to do with the crash

🏌🏼 super overprotective of his mum

🏆 always taken the brunt of bunny’s anxiety

✨ got bunny’s anxiety disorder 😔

⛳️ always wants everything to be perfect

🏅 100% where he gets his own control freakiness from

🍁 works out when bunny’s having a bad day/week with her anxiety and will make sure to shield his siblings from it

🐇 never in a million years would bunny take stuff out on her kids but Jack still knows it effects his siblings when she’s stressy

💫 doesn’t get along with his brother to his face

🏈 but is always there for him when it matters and protects him from getting in more trouble with his parents when he’s done something wrong

☕️ first one in the family that Harrison told about his sexuality

⚾️ his parents will never intentionally put too much pressure on their kids, especially bunny with how her parents did

🛹 but with their family’s success and his own anxiety make Jack feel an immense amount of pressure allllll the time

🥃 doesn’t smoke cigarettes other than weed but deffo has a borderline drinking problem

🏉 only drinks at parties or when he’s super stressed tho, he doesn’t let it take over his life

🩹 only one of bunny’s kids that any of the team got to know even in the slightest before she fully cut contact

🦌 Shauna got super close to the boy when he was baby and bunny got really scared about her seeing him as a substitute for her wilderness baby

🪵 so in the end she forbids Shauna from seeing him

(And in the end bunny and Callie end up having the kind of relationship that Shauna wishes she got to have with Jack)

🍃 has met Shauna a handful of times since being a kid and gives her the stink eye every time

🍂 in fact he lowkey gives all the girls the dirtiest looks when he meets them he hates them all

Harrison

🪦 my poor baby 😭

🐇 black sheep of the family

🎞️ closes himself off from his friends and family when he turns 15 because he starts questioning his sexuality and is worried no one will accept him

⚰️ doesn’t know about bunny’s past or sexuality

🩹 plus because their family is religious (although not massively so)

🪟 so he thinks this will also make his family reject him

🖤 bunny and his had such similar feelings about how their friends and family would react to their sexuality and how it links to their religion and Harry doesnt even know 😭😭

🧣eventually he comes out to his mum and is so so stressed out

📺 he’s like you don’t get it!! and she’s just like babe I got stranded in the wilderness with a bunch of women??? What do you think we were doing

🚬 chronic cigarette smoker like his mum

💋 lowkey a massive stoner too

📻 sooooo similar to Natalie which stressed bunny out a lot

🕷️ Nat breaks into their house at one point 😭 and he is the one to find her

🕸️ freaks a bit at first but then she offers him a hit of her blunt and they just get high together and chat

🕰️ Nat 100% tells him so much about bunny she would never tell him

Laura Lee

🐚 her parents little princess

🧸 most sporty of the three

🎀 star soccer player in her team and loves to play with her mum in the garden

🦢 goal in life is to annoy her brothers

❄️ only a year younger than Harrison so they used to be super close before he closed himself off

🪩 covers for his brother sneaking out cause there rooms are next to each other

🍓becomes friends with Callie through some mutuals and that’s how Callie and bunny finally meet

🪞 falls in love so easily like her mum and has a new crush every other week

🧺 hopeless Romantic and always makes her entire family watch rom coms on Friday movie nights

🍒 her brothers and dad hate it but begrudgingly go along with it cause she always gets her way

⚽️ lowkey bunny if she didn’t have anxiety and was more confident (and minus the trauma)

🛼 has adhd and literally never stops talking or running about

🫐 hates school but loves soccer practice and seeing her friends which makes up for it

🪽 get good enough grades to float through but mainly just wants to get a soccer scholarship

🦋 such a daddy’s girl

💋 oblivious to all the Yellowjackets drama at first

Ben

🍼 We don’t get to meet poor baby Ben properly ☹️

🧺 named after coach Scott but if someone asked it was after Benjamin

🐚 an accidental pregnancy cause they weren’t planning to have anymore kids but they were sooo so happy when bunny got pregnant

🧸 Ben passed away in 2019 so his death is still fresh in the adult timeline

🐑 passed away at 2 months but was pretty sick since he was born 😭

🎀 they were so convinced they were gonna have a girl again so brought so many pink things only to have a boy

🪽Lottie tries reaching out to bunny after bens death but bunny ignores her

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[hunluan-writes]

hihi <3 hope ur having a great day ! Seeing as your requests are open ... May I request Claude & shu using cock warming as a punishment :( I'm in love with your whole blog omg we need more niji writers </3

Author's note: OMAIGOSH TANK YUU 😭😭😭😭 real tho where u mfs at (stares at moots with a loving yet threatening gaze) I'm having a great... morning? I wrote this at 4 am chat go high or go low

Summary: aw shucks, you fucked up :[ COCK WARMING FOR PUNISHMENT FROM CLAUDE AND SHU 💥💥💥 (doesnt seem like a punishment tbh- I'll stop) Contains: nsfw, cockwarming, teasing, f! reader, Shu x reader, claude x reader, praises with a side of degradation, might be slightly ooc None of my works are proofread!

CLAUDE CLAWMARK

"Claude," you whine, squirming atop Claude's lap. "When can I-?"

The cleric quickly hushes you, leaving forward with your back pressed against his chest. "You decided to bother me during such a important time. It's your own fault."

Your core pulsates around his cock, walls fluttering as you roll your hips a bit. A groan, and Claude digs his nails into your thigh. Tears form in your eyes from the sting, as well as the torturous non-movement of his dick inside your warmth. However, his attention remains glued to the damn TV, one hand on the remote and the other pinning you down against him.

You feel so incredibly hot and bothered, Claude filling you up but not getting the sweet feeling of his length pistoning in and out of you like usual. His pre-cum covering your gummy walls, his rough chest against your back, legs spread wide for him for easier access, his whispers hot in your ear while he fucks you hard and slow. His sharp nails deep in your waist, not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a delicious sting and marks that are guaranteed to stay for a while. Your heat swallowing him each time he bottoms out, the squelching noises combining with the sounds of lewd moans and skin slapping skin. That string inside drawn taut inside you as your slick covers his pelvis, the stickiness from your legs proof of your arousal. Back arched, eyes rolled back, hands clenching the bedsheets, moaning the cleric's name like a whore. All the while he praised you for how good you're taking him, how you're being such a good girl for him while he fucks you relentlessly. His thrusts getting sloppy as he gets close as well, and you clamp hard around him. Claude tosses his head back with a drawn out moan as he empties his louds inside you, coating your insides with a white you always craved. You squirting hard around his girth, dripping down and all over the bed sheets. They'd have to get washed, but you didn't care. Not while he was making you feel so good.

But that wouldn't happen for a good while, not while Claude is playing this game. No matter how much you beg and plead for him to move, this is your punishment for not obeying him <3

SHU YAMINO

"So when you get this answer," Shu explains, circling an equation. "This is the y-intercept. So you'd plot down the points on the graph like so. And then you have to find the x-intercept, which is when you basically plug in the value for y into the equation to get x. Afterwards, you plot it down on the graph. However, we aren't done. To find the range and domain..."

God, he kept blabbing on and on. Don't get it wrong, you absolutely adored the sorcerer, but how did he think you were gonna focus with you on his dick? You could barely keep up with any of the numbers thrown about and letters... his veins throbbing inside you as you twitch here and there, your core searing hot. The head of his cock nestled against your g-spot as he had you at a certain angle, one that was slowly driving you insane.

"Hey," Shu says, slapping your thigh, making the area red. "Are you paying attention?"

"M-mhm!" You nod vigorously, squinting down at the paper. The words and numbers swirled around on the page as you tried to obtain your focus. "The... something about the horizontal asymptote? Right?"

"I didn't even say anything about that," Shu chides, thrusting up into your cunt and ripping a moan out of you. You grip the edge of the table, arms and legs shaking. "Now I see why you aren't doing so well in class. You don't pay attention. No wonder your classmates call you an idiot."

"Shu please..." You gasp. "Please..."

"As I was saying..." Shu continues on, as if he didn't hear your pleas. His cock deep inside you, unmoving, causing tears to brim your eyes. The redness on your thighs would continue to spread as Shu degraded you and slapped you, scolding you for not focusing. The few thrusts and rolls of his hips here and there barely offering you any kind of relief from the sorcerer. He was going to make you learn and remember.

[kayewrite]

..maybe that's why

(bsn ending #8)

jeongin x reader! i.n x fem reader!! wordcount: 2.2k

bsn alternative ending wherein jeongin doesnt want to call you 'noona' but you dont know why.

(an: last alternative ending. next to this will be the special chapter where a lot of yoou requested.)an: help! im dying! college is too hard.

an: i love jeongin!

part 1 and part 2 first

“Can you give me that spoon, please?”

Jeongin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and a teasing grin spreads across your face as you quickly hide the spoon behind your back. “Okay, if you call me ‘noona,’” you tease, already knowing the answer but still hoping.

He sighs, not even bothering to look up from his phone. “I won’t,” he replies, standing up to head towards the kitchen to grab a new spoon.

You shake your head with a small chuckle and place the spoon back on his plate. Was it really that hard to do?

Jeongin was just one year younger than you—a small gap, really. When you were nine, he was eight. That never felt like much of a difference. But then again, he had that same gap with Seungmin, and Seungmin got the honor of being called "hyung." So why didn’t Jeongin ever call you "noona"? The thought lingered in your mind often, and you teased him about it constantly.

But no matter how much you tried, he always brushed it off, never giving in.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t treat you like he did the others.

Everyone doted on him, hugged him, and treated him like their adorable little brother. He would roll his eyes and push them away half-heartedly, but it was clear they all adored him. And who wouldn’t? Jeongin was cute. The kind of cute that made you want to squish his cheeks and ruffle his hair.

But he never seemed to mind when you hugged him. Like now, for example.

Your arms wrapped around his waist while he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if you weren't even there. He didn’t push you away, didn’t squirm or protest like he did with the others. He just let you hold him, completely at ease, even as your head rested against his shoulder.

You don't know why, but you are willing to know the answer.

You never had a younger sibling, and the thought of taking care of Jeongin stirred something in you. He was just so easy to dote on—so talented, smart, and capable. Yet, there was this small part of you that still saw him as someone you wanted to spoil.

If he were your little brother, he’d probably be the most spoiled kid in the world.

But no matter how much you treated him like a little brother, there was always that lingering question: why didn’t he call you “noona”?

“Can you tie this for me?”

His voice breaks your thoughts again, and you look up to see Jeongin standing in front of you, holding the ends of his necktie. He’s dressed for his presentation, and you don’t hesitate to set your notebook aside and move to him.

You start tying his tie carefully, focusing on the task as his eyes linger on your hands.

Maybe it’s because he’s taller than you now?

That thought crosses your mind as you glance up at him, only to meet his steady gaze. The teasing thought bubbles up again, and a mischievous grin tugs at your lips.

“You should say, ‘Please, noona,’ if you want me to finish,” you say, your hands pausing mid-tie as you look up at him playfully.

Jeongin sighs, his patience visibly wearing thin. “Just finish it, please. I’ll be late,” he says,

“Not until you call me noona,” you insist, stepping back with your hands on your waist, fully embracing the playful banter. You expect him to groan or roll his eyes, but instead, his gaze sharpens, and the room feels suddenly smaller.

His next move catches you off guard.

Without warning, Jeongin steps forward and pins you against the wall, his hands braced on either side of you. His face is close—too close—and your breath catches in your throat. For a split second, all the teasing falls away, replaced by a tension you can’t quite place.

“I. Won’t,” he says, each word slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that leaves you speechless.

You blink up at him, your brain trying to catch up to what just happened. But before you can say anything, he pulls back, adjusting his tie on his own with a swift motion. “You can stay as long as you want. Just lock the door when you leave,” he says coolly, grabbing his bag without a glance back and heading out the door.

You stand there, heart racing, still pressed against the wall, wondering what on earth just happened.

Did you push him too far? Was he mad? Or… was it something else?

Days pass, but teasing Jeongin about calling you "noona" doesn’t feel the same anymore. There’s something different now, something unspoken lingering between the two of you. You can’t quite place it, but it makes your chest feel tight, and the teasing doesn’t come as naturally as it used to.

Even now, as the others gather at your friend's hideout.. which was Jeongin’s apartment, you find yourself watching him a little too closely.

“My favorite baby is here!” Chan announces dramatically as he bursts into the room, immediately engulfing Jeongin in a hug. Jeongin struggles against him, whining, “Hyung! I’m not a baby!” but Chan only tightens his grip.

Minho, who’s busy in the kitchen, glances over with a smirk. “He’ll always be our baby,” he teases, and you can’t help but laugh, even though a small part of you feels envious. They always get to smother him in affection.

“He’s my baby,” you chime in proudly, earning a playful glare from Jeongin as he squirms under Chan’s grip.

“I’m not your baby,” Jeongin mutters, his voice slightly muffled as he tries to push Chan away.

“If he doesn’t want to be your baby, I can be,” Minho jokes, causing everyone to laugh.

“Shut up, Minho, you’re old,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

or maybe that’s why Jeongin doesn’t call you "noona"—because sometimes, you act like the younger one.

“I want ice cream,” you announce, pouting dramatically.

Jeongin, ever the responsible one, shoots you a disapproving look. “You haven’t even had dinner yet. You should eat something proper before you have ice cream,” he scolds, sounding more like an older brother than anything.

You sigh dramatically. “But I’m not hungry for dinner. I want ice cream,” you insist.

“Are you a baby?” he asks, laughing at your pout. But when you straighten up and fix your posture, you say, with as much dignity as you can muster, “I’m your noona.”

He smirks, clearly amused, and after a moment, he gets up to leave. “I’ll be back,” he says.

A few minutes later, he returns with a gallon of your favorite ice cream, and you light up, but before you can grab it, he holds it just out of reach.

“Eat this first,” he says, handing you a bag of fast food.

You sigh but comply, because, well, he’s Jeongin.

…maybe he doesn't want to call you noona 'cause he hates you?

"Do you hate me?" you asked one time

"Why would I?" he asked back. As far as he can remember he told you he loved you in that restaurant where you treat him.

"'Cause.. I don't know," you don't know how to explain

He ruffles your hair affectionately. “Stop overthinking. I don’t hate you.”

Or maybe he doesn’t wanna call you noona ’cause… he loves you?

That one sentence played over and over in your mind. It was the answer you’d been searching for, though you weren’t ready to admit it at the time.

After the sticky note incident and that night at Changbin’s birthday, things started to make sense. All the little moments clicked into place.

He didn’t want to call you noona because he didn't want to.

A week after Changbin’s party, you found yourself wanting to talk to someone, and Jeongin came to mind. He’d always been the one checking on you, sending you messages even when you didn’t reply. In one of them, he’d said, “If you ever need someone to talk to, just call me.”

But you hadn’t called.

Instead, you went to his apartment. You knew the passcode, as did most of the group. Still, you knocked. When no one answered, you entered, your steps careful, almost hesitant.

The silence was comforting, in a way. You sank into the soft cushions of his couch and waited, hoping the familiar space would calm the chaos in your mind.

It was getting dark when Jeongin finally came home, guitar strapped to his back. He hadn’t expected to find you here, yet there you were—curled up on his couch, looking so peaceful despite the turmoil you had been feeling.

For a moment, he just stood there, his eyes softening as he took you in. All his worries, the small frustrations, the confusion—it all faded away when he saw you like this. His heart ached in ways he couldn’t explain.

Quietly, as if afraid even the sound of his breath might wake you, he moved closer, kneeling beside the couch. His fingers hesitated before gently brushing the strands of hair away from your face, lingering in that tiny gesture, his thumb grazing your cheek.

His smile was bittersweet.

You had no idea how hard it was for him to stay in the role of the younger brother. How much he despised the label, how much he longed to break free from it. You didn’t know how many nights he lay awake, wishing he could grow up faster, become someone you’d look at differently—someone you might want to be with.

When you stirred slightly, he jerked back, standing in an instant. His heart raced as he quickly slipped into his usual facade, moving to sit on the smaller couch across from you. By the time you opened your eyes, he had an upside-down book in his hands, pretending to read.

"Oh, you’re awake?" he asked casually, as if nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just been admiring you moments ago.

You stretched, sitting up, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. "When did you get home?" you asked, your voice still soft from sleep, your lips curling into a smile.

"Not long ago." He shrugged, placing the book down carefully, his voice neutral, though his heart was anything but calm. "You should’ve called me."

"And disturb your class?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "No way."

He wanted to tell you that it didn’t matter. That no class, no distance, nothing could stop him from coming to you if you needed him. But instead, he just smiled.

"How are you?" he asked, his gaze searching your face, seeing through the mask you always wore.

"I’m fine." The lie rolled off your tongue with practiced ease, but even you could feel how hollow it sounded.

Jeongin’s eyes lingered on you a little too long. He wanted to push, to ask why you were really here, but he didn’t want to scare you away. He knew you wouldn’t open up until you were ready.

Then, out of nowhere, you asked, "Can you call me noona?"

Jeongin blinked, caught off guard. The request was so unexpected, it almost felt like a joke. He scoffed lightly, unsure if you were teasing him or testing him.

You bit your lip, looking down as if you were afraid of his answer. "I just… I want to confirm something."

His heart sank. He didn’t want to call you that. Not now, not ever. He had spent so long trying to distance himself from that word, from the idea that you’d always see him as just your younger friend.

"Just once…" Your voice was softer this time, and it broke something inside him.

He swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at you. "Noona," he said quietly, barely able to force the word out, his voice thick with emotions he tried so hard to hide.

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything he had ever felt before. You didn’t say anything, and it scared him. He finally dared to glance at you, only to see you staring at him, your expression unreadable.

"Now I know the answer to my question," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Jeongin’s chest tightened. He didn’t ask what you meant, but every fiber of him was screaming for an explanation.

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes glistening as you finally looked back at him. "Noona doesn’t feel right coming from you."

He froze, the weight of your words sinking in. He knew what you meant—he could feel it in the way your voice trembled, in the way you were struggling to keep your feelings contained.

"I don’t want to be your noona."

It wasn’t just a statement. It was a confession. A quiet, undeniable truth.

You, who had once been so unsure, so careful with your feelings, were now looking at him with a clarity that left no room for doubt. You didn’t want to hide from it anymore.

And neither did he.

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an; i saw vids of jeongin bowing on stays and it made my heart warm. jeongin was indeed raised right by his hyungs. so precious.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

totally forgot what you think of shippy stuff but im gonna ask you anyway !!! do u think sabo n law would be friends ??! more than that ?! cause they have like . . . one arc together plus stampede and they dont seem to hate each other so !! im curious of your thoughts 🎤

Their dynamic for me is kinda just like “this guy is my little brother’s friend” kind of feel and thats really it for me. Like ifykyk what that dynamic is but for me they just,,,, theyre too similar to eachother to be much more than that in my opinion. I feel like Sabo naturally drifts to people who are very different than him, if that makes sense.

I think all the ship art I’ve seen of them is really funny though. Like they have a lot of comedic potential, I love people putting Law in Situations and that man is just doomed to be the StraightMan for the rest of his unintentionally sexy life.

And also like, to get into law’s world you really have to push and shove and claw your way in there, and Sabo is way too busy trying to get tf outta wherever he is to do that for law.

Now that im thinking about it though, i wish we knew how sabo and ace met. Cuz like luffy really had to push and shove and claw his way into Ace’s life, so i wonder if sabo had to do the same. Thats really besides the point though because i wouldnt really compare Sabo being completely alone and friendless when he was 5 and trying to find even a single friend in Ace, to Sabo in his adult years who grew up without a single memory of being alone and being constantly surrounded by people who love him.

Sabo isnt like Luffy is with making friends. Luffy has had multiple points in his life where hes had to really force people into friendship to have someone, anyone, in his life. This naturally is because he hates being alone, mostly stemming from just truly no one being there for him to connect with. He’s been woefully devoid of peers in his life. So for Luffy, having to brute force his way into people’s lives is just par for the course for him, which of course is how he became Law’s friend (self proclaimed)

But Sabo, with how he was raised post amnesia, he was never lonely. So in my opinion he wouldnt really have that drive to force his way into people’s lives like his little brother does. He wouldnt have that insecurity that Luffy has/had to make him like that.

And Law….. he’s had everyone he’s ever loved ripped away from him time and time again. To say being Law’s friend is extremely fucking hard is an understatement to say the extreme least. Sabo is also not the kind of guy to do things for people. Like for example Bartolomeo drowning in the colosseum as sabo destroyed the arena and just telling him “youre a man, do it yourself.” And then two seconds later to his woman friend he’s like “since when can you not take care of things yourself?” Like he’s very You Gotta Meet Him Halfway If Youre Gonna Meet Him At All. (‘Woman friend’ being koala, of course, but i just wanna emphasize those two points because truly it doesnt matter what your gender is or even if youre a close friend, that ‘do it yourself’ is rated E for Everybody)

Law needs to be broken in with a semi truck to be his friend, not even mentioning trying to be his lover and i really dont think sabo would put in the effort to do either of those things. I honestly think law shouldn’t be in any romantic relationship for a very long time because of how unbelievably traumatized and broken and ruined he is especially with certain recent events. So i really have a hard time shipping him with anyone even though theres lots of characters ripe for the picking.

TDLR: in my eyes, neither of them would put in the effort of trying to be anything with eachother and are kinda just on good terms because of a mutual friend.

By Every Means Necessary though, please keep shipping them and drawing ship art of them, i feel like the stuff i see with them is so creative and i encourage you to keep drawing those tragic men making out.

If you have any other thoughts or any ship/friendship propaganda for me though lmk please. This is kinda one of those ships where i really dont much understand it beyond The Bit. I’m just not the kind of person to really like ships without seeing a direct and canon dynamic between them I can pull from. Like even if its a negative dynamic i can still get into it but like these two truly have Nothing. So by all means, help me understand.

Thank you for coming my ted talk and thank you for the question, i really had to think hard about this and it was a lot of fun coming to the conclusion i came to.

[mars-syndrome]

sooo if ur somehow stumbling across this randomly nothing about this post will make sense unless youve read this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/57909193

but hey, that promised bingge pov post! (full disclosure i am writing this before ive written the sqh scene so some info may be repeated!)

binghe was aware of sy’s nature from the very beginning. he knew it was demonic, but meng mo was the one who let him know about the concept of demon dolls and how theyre created. when he chose sy for qing jing, he was fully convinced it was actually a demon doll with sqq’s exact soul/copy and wanted to get ahead of whatever revenge he and/or yqy may be planning.

meng mo also told him that since sqq’s been dead yqy had probably used his own soul to help ‘create’ sy so both of them were hesitant to use their dream manipulation incase it let yqy know something was up since they could be spiritually linked and lbh’s half demon status was unknown plus he’d be the first person yqy would want to blame. while he wouldnt use dream manipulation since it was spiritual based, he would use the blood parasites as insurance since it was fully physical.

upon meeting sy, he began to have doubts about whether it was sqq’s soul. hence the fungi mission. he used that mission to judge just how human or demonic sy’s body is and also gauge his reaction to not being affected by the spores if his body was demonic to tell how “in the know” he was. when sy was genuinely confused and just accepted whatever explanation lbh gave him, he concluded sy knew absolutely nothing at all and shifted his focus to actually making sy care for him.

his confrontation with yqy after the fungi mission was basically yqy and lbh trying to psych each other out about how much the other knew. it ended with lbh implying he knew what was up, that he could reveal yqy for colluding with demonic cultivators and/or demons, and that he wouldnt let sy get found out unless yqy does some shit bc hey, thats his disciple. so up until now (chapter whatever this is linked on) they’ve operated under a strained truce that yqy stays away from sy and lbh wont reveal them.

for lbh getting close with sy was just a fun little side project. after all, a little sqq who adored him more than anything in the world? sqq would be seething and rolling in his grave. it doesnt hurt that sy was so earnest and cute either and him being on the peak made nyy happy so he was fine with getting some revenge like that.

in the fic’s og pidw, this grows into lbh desperately craving affection and validation from the kid who looks so much like his shizun who withheld it. he’ll grow codependent with sy, but the relationship stays very much master/disciple. on some level he’s aware that though sy does genuinely care for and admire him, hes playing out a role to receive lbh’s protection.

but in the fic our sy, earnest and naive, found the jade pendent.

this is bingge, two decades removed from the abuse he suffered. he’s had two decades to get stronger, to realize the world bends to his whims. to realize no matter where he goes he’ll have women falling over themselves to get into his bed but none of them will ever truly love him and what they give him is shallow. to realize he’ll have men envying him and wishing him harm just for being better. this bingge doesn’t have mobei-jun or any wives to share even the illusion of closeness or companionship with. he has nyy yet she’s been relishing in her role as da-shijie and hes happy for her truly, but he’s been alone in the bamboo house for 20 years.

when bingge meets sy!sqq in svsss who shows him just two days worth of normal domestic kindness, he immediately wants to leave with him. so how would our bingge feel with our sy, who he’s had unrestricted access to for 2 years, who holds genuine affection for him with no ulterior motive, who admires him openly and unashamedly, when he returns the very symbol of his happiness and the last bit of true love hes ever felt?

“precious fake jade indeed” he said

this fake sqq, this flawed copy of the man who tormented him, gave him back this fake pendant that he held most dear, that he lost hope of ever getting back again.

was that not symbolic? did that not make shen yuan his as well? did that not make shen yuan another symbol of love for him? did shen yuan not hand himself over to binghe when he handed over the pendant?

he begins objectifying sy almost. this was his person. obviously if sy was defective for yqy’s purposes, then wouldnt it make sense for sy to have been made just for lbh? after all, who else could cherish and protect sy like he could? yqy let him out of his sight long enough for him to becomes lbh’s so he wasnt fit. sy cant look after himself. only luo binghe could.

the mission he took just after sy’s 16th birthday was to track down the demon clan responsible for sy’s creation and learn more about it to see if he could sever and/or work around yqy’s connection. as soon as he learned everything, he returned and used dream manipulation (after he figured out it was safe) to walk through sy’s memories like svsss bingge did to sqq. he realizes sy’s memories are gone, he and meng mo conclude it was probably an error in the connection to body and soul bc of the nature of demon puppets. but hey, a wins a win. sy has no affection for yqy and the fact sy is loyal to only lbh remains unchanged.

speaking of, he should probably make sy his head disciple officially so yqy cant make any accusations about lbh’s inappropriate closeness to his disciple, no matter how true they are.

[fictioonbanger]

reader in denial a bit with bestie eren!

eren x black reader

sub eren hinted a bit, alcohol usage, rough sex, facd fucking, smut, profanity.

thinking about how you and eren fuck almost every night, and i mean every night when eren finally realizes you need him as much as he needs you. but you both dont have a title yet, now dont get eren wrong. he would love a title, he wants to call you his, and for you to do the same. you just don’t know how to take it, your bestfriend of childhood being your boyfriend. it was always what you wanted, but how would it seem to others around you both when you denied multiple times already. no one to blame but yourself for digging it deeper and now being a little werry of wanting to admit your feeling for eren.

eren doesnt let you both not having a title keep you away from each other. he loved you, that was a fact and obvious. on the other hand you might say no if someone were to ask if you and eren were dating. eren on the other hand tells the full honest truth.

“nah we not together, but she still mine as i am of hers.” eren spoke sipping his cup of alcohol at the bar him and his friends were at

“so she has you under a leash?” jean chuckled taking his last of alcohol fully and tilting his head back.

eren mean mugged him and spoke up glaring at his snarky comment. “no, she doesnt.. and if she did it wouldnt be too bad.” eren shrugged and his friends laughed he rolled his eyes and looked away. day dreaming about you and how he’d kill to be with you right now.

and thats exactly what he did, except of the killing part. he grabbed his keys off the stand and began getting off the stool. “where ya goin?” armin tilted his head to look at eren from over jean. “hes gonna see his little owner.” jean chuckled to himself at his own joke causing both them to roll their eyes. “its better than being with shitface over here.” eren stood and started to walk towards the door, jean scoffed rolling his eyes and ordering another drink.

you were in your room of your pretty decorated apartment, pink picture frames, gray marbled counters, stuffed animals on your couch and little lights everywhere was how you’d describe your apartment. eren, would say different “ ‘ts too pink, make my eyes hurt baby.” hed mock you and cover his eyes as you rolled yours, the “baby” word going completely over your head. it wasnt out of the blue for eren to call you petnames, i mean you’ve asked him before and all his response is. “what? you dont like them pretty?” of course you’re gonna say you do, thats how you felt and honestly hoped he didnt stop.

you were watching a movie on your laptop snacking on whatever was in the kitchen, getting distracted by a message at 11:12pm. you really knew who it was though, eren comes at this time. not everyday of course but only when hes been out or busy.

eren <3; im at the door ma

you; mhm here i come.

rolling out of bed and straddling through your living room and towards the front door you began unlocking it. finishing then opening the door to see erens slim figure in the doorway. he had already a cracked smile on his face, he couldnt wait to see you. its been awhile and it was his fault, he knew hed have to make up for it. he thought you’d greet him with a hug and a peck on the cheek, the usual. instead you stared at him for a bit before turning around and letting him. not saying a word eren sighed and closed the door locking it then began to walk behind you. he slid his hands on each side of ur waist and put his head on your shoulder from behind. “cmon y/n, im sorry you havent seen me in awhile..i havent been ghosting you honest.” he spoke softly in your ear, he sounded so sincere and pretty upset he hadnt seen you either. “been real busy..you know id rather be here.” he said as you stood in place as he rocked you both softly side to side as he held onto you.

“doesnt matter to me..not like we’re together right?” you looked away to the side, you knew your words were bad. and that they wouldnt effect eren, he listens to all your fits and upsets. doesnt bother him a bit, only about the situation that made you feel that way in the first place. other than that he knows how to get you out that state. “dont be so mean y/n.. you hurtin my feelings.” he said sarcastically removing away from you and fake grabbing his heart. “im serious eren-“ “how about we change that then?” you were shocked at his words, eyes widening and you quickly turning to look at him. “what?” you spoke softly eyes glistening a bit and gazed upon erens face. “can we please change it..” eren spoke up then got onto his knees infront of you, holding onto your legs with both hands. he put his face by your stomach and inhaled your scent he loved so much. “i really want you y/n.. want you to be mine.” he mumbled looking up at you. you were hot in the face, feeling your blood rise up to your cheeks. “i-i want you too ren..” you spoke softer, gazing down at how he held onto you.

and this just made eren so much bolder, your emotion changing quickly at how swift he moved to leaning over you. he held your waist again and peered into your orbs with his green ones, a snarky smile on his face. “you do?” he questioned tilting his head down at you reaching close to your face. your lips barely touching as you breathed in each others air. “badly.” you breathed out, thats all eren needed to hear before sweeping you off your feet. carrying you with both hands on your ass supporting your legs wrapped around him. walking you both towards your opened bedroom noses touching as eren goes in for a kiss. you took in his tongue and slipped past your own, moaning into it and squeezing around eren. he chuckled and laid you onto the bed, he was leaning over your body. humping his hard crotch into your clothed cunt in missionary. he groaned staring at just how your face looks when he makes you feel good.

eren didnt hold back the whole night, putting you in positions you didnt know you were capable of. he fucked you into a babbling mess under him. “ ‘s too much!! cant take i-it ren!” you squealed out as he pushed deeper hitting the spot he hit earlier making you yet orgasm again. your eyed rolled in the back of your head as you released onto him, cum dripping down and sliding his shaft wetting his balls. eren saw this and looked up to were your mouth was open. he smirked and quickly grabbed a fist full of your braids making you do a soft yelp that moved into a low moan. “how bout you clean your mess up hm?” with a handful he moved you up and towards his leaking dick with his precum standing pearly off the tip and your cum that covered it. you willingly took him fully into your mouth without another word, you let him into your throat and placed soft kisses on his tip. feeling your throat once eren couldnt get enough and forced your head onto him more, now guiding you. you loved when eren was like this, when he was in control. he liked when youd do it to, but pleasuring you more was his ideal choice. you licked him up and jerked him off while doing it making erens toes curl. he tried to move away at a point but was stopped by a hard hand on his thigh that kept him down. “m-m gonna fuckin cum..” he seethed out through his teeth as his hips started to move on his own fucking your face as you kinda took control. he was eager to nut and his hips had a mind of their own chasing his high. you took him fully one last time in your throat as erens hips buckled. he grabbed ahold of your head pushing it down one last time as he came into your mouth. moaning a loud mess and breathing ever so heavily, he caressed your cheek hand leaving your head, wiping away the tears that poured while he face fucked you.

“this means you’re mine now yeah?” eren thumb was still wiping under your eye, tilting his head he slowly moved it to your plumped lips parting them and making way for his thumb. you took it into your mouth and gave it a soft suck as you kissed it after

“mm yeah.” was your response, and it couldnt have made eren happier hearing this. causing you both to go into your 7th round? counting yes.

[joenotexotic99]

Can I do a band of brothers request if you still right for them. The one that I had in mind was were the reader and winters are in a secret relationship with each other and it the end of the war. The reader wants to tell the everyone that they are together and winters says they have to keep it a secret for the time being. She feels like he is ashamed of her and embarrassed of her. It causes an argument she hurts and she is upset over it and she tells him it's over and for the next few days she avoids him. Nixon talks sense into winters and winters realises how much he has hurt her and he doesn't want to lose her. So he comes up with the idea and he asks her to marry him infront of everyone and he apologises to her for everything and says he loves her and he doesnt want to lose her and he had never meant to hurt her. She says yes and everyone cheers for them and is happy for them. Don't forget george luz making a joke out of it I can just imagine that would be the sort of thing he would do

Yes, anon, YES.

Marry me

Richard Winters x F!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: ANGST, but with a happy ending, of course. No use of y/n. Slight language. Probably to many italics

A/n: I wrote something! Can you believe it??

Masterlist

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The war was over. It was fucking over.

Days after days of war, I've almost forgotten what peace felt like. It felt awkward, I had no clue on what to even do with myself, I've spent so long in a consistent state of panic and overall misery, that the words ‘Victory in Europe’ felt like a hoax. A prank. We could be shipped out, however. The Pacific I hear is still going strong, but I can hardly think of that as I lie on a dock, sun beating down, water rippling around me.

“We should tell them,” I speak with my eyes closed. Looking up at the sun. I'm propped up on my hands as I soak in the warmth.

“Tell them what?” Winters responds from somewhere behind me, presumably drying off his hair and body after his morning swim. Which is something I still can't believe we can do.

“We're dating dummie, it's time” I stay where I am not looking back. However, when I don't get a reply, I open my eyes and turn to look at him. He’s got his towel wrapped around his neck, and I can vividly see his body. Every line, hard and soft, scars, freckles. Each thing I've surely traced in the dead of night. Nothing else matters but the centimeters between our limbs.

He can't meet my eyes as he continues to dress himself. Finally, he speaks once his pants and belt are on. “I don’t think that's a good idea right now.”

I sit up straight and fully turn to him “what do you mean ‘not a good idea’ Dick?”

Winters doesn't look back at me. He continues dressing, pulling his shirt over his head. He rolls his shoulders like he's trying to shake this conversation off, which already is an answer to me.

He finally finds his words, “I just think that we should keep it…for ourselves. For now”

For now. For now, for now, for now. Same thing from Carentan down to here.

I scoff and push myself to my feet “And when is that Dick? When is now going to be ok for you? Because for months it's always been not now.”

He stops his movements and sighs through his nose before turning and looking at me. “It's not that simple” he replies before going back to fiddling with his belt.

I laugh, although there truly is no humor. “But it is. The wars over Dick. We promised each other when things got better, we'd tell them. Simple”

He doesn't respond; he presses his lips into a line and doesn't utter a word. The silence is loud enough to answer all my questions. And I can't deny that it doesn't really fucking hurt.

I nod, jaw tightening, “got it”

I begin to walk away, the waves around me feeling more suffocating than relaxing.

“Wait, please.” Winters grabbed my arm and spun me around to look back at him.

I shake my head and step back. Away from him, away from the heat of his body. Because I know I'll fold. He has that effect, always bringing me back to him. “No, Richard, I have waited. Normandy, Holland, Fucking Bastogne. I told myself that we had far greater responsibilities. And when the war was done, things would be different. We could finally not only be something, but show it. But I suppose you don't want that, do you?”

“That's not true, and you know it” he says quietly, almost desperately.

I walk up to him and put my hand on his face, rubbing up and down his cheekbone. “Then prove me wrong,” I whisper. Praying, hoping, he changes his mind. “Tell me you want this, want us, want me”

He looks down at me, like he's holding himself back. A second stretches. His throat bobs. But the words I so deserve never come.

Numbness washes over me, and nauseating anger settles in my stomach like a foreign virus.

I remove my hand from his face and take a step back, putting space between us that feels so far and too close and not close enough. And I hate it.

I look back at him as I take two more steps back, somewhere in the back of my head, hoping he will change. But alas. He simply looks back with guilty eyes.

“Damn you Winters”

My lip quivers, and I can feel tears prickle in my eyes as I make the decision to turn around and head back to the hotel. I walk as fast as I can before he can see how much he has broken me before he can see my shaking hands.

Before I change my mind

I put in a request to change my room, needing my own space. I need time to think. To breathe.

Walking back into our shared room to gather my stuff; which wasn't much, was painful.

It’s just the removal of my belongings but of hope too.

—

I was supposed to relax. Let go, have fun. Everyone else doesn't seem to have an issue with this. Why shouldn't they? We all have every reason to. I should celebrate being alive, honor those who we've lost. At the bar, with the rest of Easy Company, with him.

But instead of enjoying my freedom, tangled up with him, his arm around me with everyone else, without any more worries, im alone, sad, and fucking pissed.

To say staying away from him was hard is an understatement. I feel like I see him more than when we were together. I round the corner and almost collide with the person whom I still call my other half, and the bags under his eyes are not helping.

I want to talk to him, hug him, kiss him, play pretend a little longer just so I can feel the warmth of his hands curve around my waist, just. One. more. Time. But I know the consequences of that, and I know how much it will hurt in the end. So I'm avoiding him. And it hurts. A lot.

—-

Winters

He didn’t sleep that night.

Nor the night after that.

He barely slept the rest of the week.

The fight played like a film over and over, rewound, and played again and again, each time the pit in his stomach grew larger and larger. Her words consumed his thoughts. Tell me you want this, want us, want me.

Yet he’s never wanted anything more.

And he couldn't say it. A coward is what he thought.

Not that it wasn't true, god knows how true he wanted to say it. So true, in fact, that his chest constricted painfully at the thought of those sitting words. They choked him like smoke. He's never been good at expressing his emotions, always kept them inside, he hid behind his carefully guarded privacy. It was easier this way. The world got too messy when everything was exposed. It was simplistic, unproblematic. Until it wasn’t. Before, he had it all. He got to lead his men, serve his country, and behind closed doors, he got to hold the love of his life. He had her. He had her safe. And in one cowardly decision, or lack thereof, he lost her.

The lake was supposed to clear his mind. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes from where she laid just days prior, happy, content, skin glowing under the sun's basking heat. Instead, a lump formed in his throat. It was an unwelcome feeling. A familiar clomp of footsteps came closer before halting next to him. Nixon took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his pants, and took a seat next to him, setting his feet into the water.

Nixon sighed a heavy sigh, kicking and swaying his feet in the cool water, creating small splashes and ripples. “It's a beautiful day, you know that Dick?”

Winters hummed, eyes locked on the horizon.

“So then why the hell are you sulking?” Nixon nudged Winter's shoulder with his own “Hm?”

“I messed up”

“This about your girl?” he asked.

Winter's head shot up and turned to Lewis, who was looking out at the water. “What.. How did?-”

“I see the way you look at her Dick” he responds flatly, glancing sideways to Winters. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Pardon?” Winters asked, dumbfounded

“There's been a running bet since Holland,” He added toneless, almost amusingly.

Winters, flabbergasted, stared.

“So you're going to talk to me or not?” Lewis straightens up and turns towards him, a waiting look on his face.

He gives up and takes a deep breath. Low and heavy, trying to calm his racing thoughts before letting his hands rub his face. He almost wants to laugh at how pathetic he looks right now. If only Sobel could get a look at him now. “We fought.”

Lewis doesn't respond, waiting for him to continue

Sighing, he goes on “I broke her heart. She wanted to tell the boys, about us. And I-” He choked on his own words, unable to get them out. Like he couldn't keep himself composed if he did.

“And you didn't.” Lewis does it for him. He wasn't judgmental and wasn't accusatory. Hell, he sounded almost empathetic.

“I screwed up Lew” Winters looked back out to the water. His fingers are picking at the poor skin around his nails. “She has every right to be angry.”

“Do you love her?”

It was a simple question, really. Yes, or no. Yet it felt so much more. Because it was. Of course he loves her. He loved every inch of her. Her mind, her soul, her body. The way she was able to see past every wall that he built and crawl straight to his heart and make it home. It came as easy as breathing. Yet, all he could think of was what it would mean. To stand in front of everyone, especially his me, and declare something so important, so fragile out for the world to hear. Something that could be torn down, broken, gone. He couldn’t protect it if it got out, he couldn't protect her. Not out there. Not in the open.

He didn't give his heart to many, yet within the time of this war, she kept it safe, beating. The ring he snagged one day in Thalem, Germany, sat tucked away in his small bag of things. He never had a marriage plan, a time nor date. All he knew was that he never wanted to lose her.

“With every fiber of my being”

“So what's stopping you from telling her that?” And with that, he knew. Nothing but himself was stopping him. He knew that whatever fear he had, whatever was holding him back, was such an irrelevant issue to him. It didn't matter what others' opinions of him might shift to. Because it's not just about love, sometimes it’s about what you’re willing to risk. And he was so scared of losing her that he pushed her away to keep her safe. As if hiding her could protect her.

But she didn’t need protection.

She needed truth.

He stood abruptly, picking up his jacket and walking down the dock to the hotel to pick something very important up.

“Where might you be going?’ Asked Lewis

“To do something I should have done a lot sooner”

—-

It was supposed to be a quiet, stay indoors kind of night. Alone in my room, maybe a book too read so I could get lost in anybody elses problems but my own. But Easy Company has been pestering me all day to go out tonight, ‘get you out of your funk’ as they said. And finally I caved.

Maybe it’s for the best. I hadn’t wanted to cave, but the quiet was starting to suffocate me. As if the walls of my room were watching me grieve something no one even knew I’d lost. So I agreed.

However, as I sit here, nursing a watered down drink, I try to get my eyes to stop their constant search for him. Luz is next to me, going on about some chicken in Germany or something, his hands in a wild craze as he over exagerates his story, almost knocking Babes drink over, twice. Everyone around me was having fun, laughing. I tried to focus, really I did, but that hollowed out felling in my chest brought me back. It hasn’t eased since the dock. And no matter how many times I tell myself to let him go, some stubborn part of me still listens for his voice in every passing laugh.

I hardly notice when the sounds in the bar quiet down, too deep in my own sinking thoughts. But when I do, I look up to see faces looking twords the door. Turning and facing that way, standing in the doorway, eyes scanning the room, there he stands. Just as handsome as ever. My heart skips a beat and its almost cruel how badly I want to run up to him and wrap my arms around his body.

Then his eyes found mine, and my heart stopped for a beat, and the world fell away from around me. I can’t tear my eyes off him as he makes his way towards me. Im half prepared to argue, half prepared to kiss and make up. Either way, I can't seem to find my words. Even luz has gone silent, which is saying something. I can feel at least a dozen eyes on me. None of them seem to matter in this moment as he stops in front of me.

“I love you”

The words are breathless as he says them. And they damn near kill me as my heart skips all the beats, my breathing stops, my head spins. I wanted to ask him a million questions, but before I could speak, he lowered down in front of me. On one knee. In front of everyone.

Gasps ripple though the bar, and I think I hear Liebgotts ‘holy fuck’ somewhere behind me. I swallow hard. Tears dance at the corner of my eyes. He reaches into his back pocket and takes out a small, black box, and opens it to a silver ring, a dimond on top. I feel like my heart is beating out of my chest as I take in the man in front of me.

He looks up with one of the softest eyes, ones I've only seen in the dead of night while the rest of the company sleeps, and it was just him and I. But instead of holding me, he holds a ring, an engagement ring. The silver band glints softly in the dim light of the bar, and perched atop is a diamond, not big, nothing flashy, yet it might as well be the moon the way it sparkles from his trembling hands.

“I love you,” he says again, more grounded this time as if he need me to hear it. He looked right at me, focused “And I’m sorry it took me so damn long to do this the right way.”

My lip trembles as I let him continue.

“I thought keeping us a secret would keep you safe, us safe. But I was wrong”

He glaces down at the ring, like he was afraid it would vanish before his eyes.

“I love you, and the idea of not being yours for another second hurts too much. I want to walk through this life with you. Till death do us part.”

He takes a moment, steadying himself, “I want this, want us, want you.” he repaeats my previous words back.

He looks up again, and this time, there’s fire in his eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

And the world stills.

However, my body reacts before my mind can catch up, and I feel myself beginning to smile. Nodding as I speak.

“Yes, yes, god yes, I'll marry you” Tears are now free falling down my cheeks as I hold out my hand so he can place the ring on.

Like a weight has been lifted off his chest, he cracks one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen as he takes my hand into his and slides the ring onto its right full place. He stands right as I do and takes me by the waist, bringing me to him, leaning down to capture my lips with his own. The bar erupts with cheers and hollars someone claps, and someone definitely whistles as my world clicks right back into place. And then, loud enough to cut through the noise, Luz’s voice rings out.

“Thank God! Pay up, boys! I told you he’d grow a pair eventually!”

And that does it.

Like a grenade, laughter explodes throughout the bar, including Winters as Bull throws a handful of peanuts at Luz’s head while he collects his money from a number of pouting men, a shit eating grin on his face.

He looks back at me, love swimming in his eyes.

“You could have warned me” I joke

“And what, miss all this?” he laughs and leans down to give me another peck on the lips. His hand slips into mine. “Never”

I feel the weight of his hand in mine and the solid grounding truth of his love in front of everyone, and for the first time in what feels like forever… I can breathe.

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Thought of Luffy who is THAT ONE who keeps close to his heart hate against his blood related relatives.( or Luffy kind of taking ace’s attitude)

In that case I mean Garp and Dragon.

It also happens in the older brother Luffy AU.

Why I start it, it because I fought myself of analyses over Garp and Dragon’s “for good sake”, “for greater good” for those men who incredible selfless.

Especially in compare with Luffy.

And I kind of wanna see how Luffy being more mature (if I may say that) and had some time to think of Dragon’s and Garp’s actions and priorities.

Where each of them chose something else but not ‘him’ their son and grandson, who chose to fight for others but not him.

And being raised with that understanding, and having meet with Shanks and pirate stuff, after what rll not so loved damngramps who take him away from one particularly important and close to him person and dropped him off at the Mountain bandits place(and accident with another one was fresh, and Garp again spited it out his nonsense of becoming Marine, so yep, Luffy’s furious is underrated )

But.. there some… new part, unexpected.

A boy, with freckles, smaller than Luffy and who looked completely shocked.

And there is another part.

Garp declared that “This kid, Ace, is your younger brother, Luffy”.

And Luffy flinched.

And Ace’s face brokenhearted bc he’d noticed that.

But Luffy also almost… imprinted (that could be the most close for correct meaning word) in this little boy…

No.

Ace.

His younger brother

And selfish, eager for closeness, for tenderness and comfort, for someone, that he’s not left alone Luffy find the soulmate in that boy.

It’s just… his eyes.

And his interest that Luffy shares, so…

For the first time in the while Luffy was grateful to Gramps.

And after knowing, getting closer and more comfortable with each other, with getting more understanding for having baby brother Luffy’s admits that was the best of bestes moments in his life.(in the moment Luffy for short time open his heart to grandpa, until old man once came and destroyed any chance to get along with grandkid)

But his little heaven should be ruin by Gramps.

In one day, he had the Talk with Ace.

Some bullshit of his parentage.

Garp told him of that too.

Luffy less care of it, bc couldn’t take off his eyes from shattered Ace,who’s still sits on the same place palm with incredible absolutely scary impression on face.

Garp didn’t stop he told him of story of Gol D Roger,who was absolute Devil against people and World Government, the same Government that his dad told him enslaves people and destroys islands in one day, Garp who kept talking of Ace’s dangerous position and what his existence is costs for people.

Luffy suddenly rushed and hugged in tight arms and scream loud and clear:

‘Get out!’

Ace starts tearing apart.

‘ENOUGH THAT BULLSHIT ABOUT ACE’

Luffy feels how his shirt becames wet.

‘GET OUT! ITS DOESNT MATTER! THE WORLD COULD SHUT AND FUCKED UP.I DONT CARE!’

Quite cry starts from Ace’s side, his little hand grab older brother’s back.

‘GET OUT!’

Garp went away with difficult expression.

(Bandits and beasts who were close enough to two boys suddenly lost conscious)

I want Luffy with angry glaze and dirty mouth, with hate against blood related people who left him.

And he’s being overprotective big bro ass.

Who really definitely will that brother who will spark and bright when you ask him one question of his lot brother.