#truly now and forver

[marymcmagic-hair]

sooooo it's rumoured that meryl streep and don gummer have been separated for the last 6 years...and i just...

[valscodblog]

"Now I see You."

Phillip Graves X OC

WELLLLLLLL, lets hope none of the ask blogs find this or im done for. I will forver be loyal to Los Vaqueros however-once the Graves worms start...they cannot be stopped.

Tags: @skauni @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss @karlachismylife @2econd-of-1sts <33

TW: SHORT ASF, sorry gang. No inspo day but had to push sum out bc its been a while </3, Graves is hurt (DESERVED), slight description of blood, cursing, pretty much nothing else. Mostly fluff. Meh :p

Graves held her by the wrist and asked, "Why the fuck do you always choose Them over Me, Tracer?"

She didn't respond. She just looked at her boots.

"Tracer-I'm talkin' ta ya-" "I choose them because they didn't double cross me as many times as you have-and I'm not just talking war crimes, Graves."

and with that he let go of her and let her walk out of his life. For good.

or so he thought.

"Tracer-?" he muttered under his breath, eyeing a new shadow rookie. "Tracer-" "It's shadow one one Two Sir. Or just Two for short. Who's Tracer?" He looked at the-fuck they had blue eyes not green. "...an old friend I lost years ago...sorry for confusin' ya. Carry on."

Fuck. Get it together, Graves, he scolded himself as he walked away from the rookie. Ya miss 'er sure, but damn...it's been ten years.

"One down, two to go, Sir!" a Shadow shouted, Graves nodded but didn't truly register the words. "Right." Where was she? Shepard has said...Fuck. Fuck he was shot. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"Graves!" and he felt someone pulling him away from the battlefront. He groaned and opened his eyes-when had he shut them?- and saw Her. A little older, sure, but her nonetheless. How old was she now? ...Twenty nine, right? "Tracer...Good ta see ya, Kid." Tracer rolled her eyes.

"Shut it or I'll make you." and Graves sighed deeply in comfort. Despite his leg bleeding out from the bullet wound. Tracer quickly wrapped his leg and said, "Cant risk taking the bullet out right now-we have to move ASAP. C'mon-" and Graves let her help him up. She supported most his weight, Graves using his good leg to help every now and then. "So...how was Mexico-" and he got a pistol barrel in the mouth. "Told ya. Shut it or I'll do it for ya."

Mya sighed heavily and took her gun out of his mouth, "Why do you call me Tracer? You know my Callsign's Fuckup." Graves shrugged, limping slowly, leaning onto her. "I dunno, cuz it suits ya? And I for once think that the higher-ups shoulda done a better job at namin' ya?" Phillip mumbled softly, and que the side eyeing he's missed for so so long now.

Mya groaned and took of the standard balaclava all shadows wore. "Look. Phil, i was stupid and dumb back then." "Back when?" "ten years ago." "Past is past. It's f-" "No it's not. Im sorry. Okay? I'm sorry, Boss." And Graves smirked. "So does this mean i get to take you out on a first date?" Mya looked over to him, "What, bombing forty sum places with me back in the day not good enough of a date for you?"

Phillip shook his head and laughed, "Now I see you..." he started, "I don't think I ever wanna look away."

"...You got that from a book." "Sure did, Sugar." "Ugh. Men."

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

no told me we got a lot of jdlyn content my best besties!

Even more jdcline contnet look at how pretty they are truly carrying the face card in that show + lacia /Rudy!

jd (forver the baby of the group😭😭) is like my little brother - cline she’s an only child so ofc jd her baby bro

He looks so good in those selfies and mirror one wow!

my people could’ve gotten a ot3 pic now I’m sad but they look so good! Kinda sad missing Rudy from core4 but there was Rudy pic but chase like always in middle

I’ll forever think about this video when I remember and think of jd madelyn! cutest if siblings irl! JD 🥹🥹🥹

[crazy-hazy-sims]

So this morning i was really angry cause i woke up to 7 anons being EXTREMELY shitty to me honestly is all my years on tumblr since 2012 i have not gotten this much hate and i literally was a superwholock blog lmao anyway i was angry and said i wont post anything sims related to spite the anons but now that im calm i think that was rash i will forver actively post about Palestine and i do still have no motivation to open the game as i fell a horrid sense of dread but im Definitely gonna put back my queue to post other people's stuff all day.

While i have no motivation to create anything baldur's gate 3 has been a great distraction from the impending sense of doom so if you still want posts from me i post gameplay pics sometimes and reblog alot of bg3 on @pondering-gales-left-orb my side blog.

Sorry if i scared anyone im fine it was just an ..... Experience to wake up to all that. Thank you so much for all the support and kind words the sims community truly is one of the best despite the bad apples. Thank you and Keep supporting Palestine ❤️

See you at my queue besties hopefully i get the motivation ro create again soon ❤️

[princess-glassred]

Dude a Reddie Hook au would be so fucking good. I know a Peter Pan au already exists but picture this: Many years ago a baby so terrified of his smothering anxious mother it rolls away to never land and becomes Peter pan.

Years later, thst baby is now a worried, constantly terrified 40 year old Eddie Kaspbrak.

He's just doing his normal risk analyst job, freaking out over statistics, and being absolutely stressed over his marriage with Myra.

On the night of his 40th birthday he gets a special visitor and discovers he's actually THE peter pan from the famous stories, having grown up to be constantly worried about everythung and terrified for the future due to living in the real world and finally growing older.

Richie is his Tink, a spitfire little fairy who's always had a thing for Eddie and is the one to finally bring him back. He's charming, reckless, silly, incredibly jealous when it comes to Eddie, and most curious of all, has also aged, but never really matured.

When Eddie left Neverland and grew older, Richie loved him so much he wanted to grow along side him, so he began to age himself as opposed to other fairies who are immortal and young forver, however Richie never understood all that "growing up" entails. His mind is still that silly child in a big kids body.

When they first meet again after 30 something odd years, Richie gets quite a kick out of scaring the shit out of Eddie, he cracks jokes about him being a delusion brought on by alcohol or prescription meds, He tells him he's the ghost of a person he killed in a drunk driving accident, and when Eddie naturally says "i don't believe in fairies" Richie tells him everytime some one says they don't believe in fairies a fairy dies... immediately followed by him doing an elaborate death scene.

Once over the intial terror of it all, they start to do the usual hook shit like fight the famed Bowers pirates, go on an adventure to conquer the great evil Pennywise, hang out in their underground club house with the rest of their old friends, and just act like silly kids, but underneath all of that is the horrible knowledge that Eddie has grown up and Richie hasn't, and neither one will ever truly understand each other now.

Myra's basically his Wendy, while she's not perfect, heck, Eddie's not even attracted to her, they still care about each other and have stuck together through the trials and tribulations of adulthood. Just as Richie and Eddie were a team once, Myra and Eddie are now, just a different kind of team. A realistic team. He cares for her like the mother he never had, and Myra cares for him like a protective brother.

Even bringing Eddie back to never land will never change the fact that at the end of the day... he's too old for fairytales now.

Eddie has a choice though, abandon the cushy life he's built for himself to live in a diluted fantasy world with his soul mate, or accept all the pain that comes with reality, like marrying some one for convenience instead of true love, if it means he can feel real and truly alive.

I think possibly the best outcome here would be for Eddie to decide he wants to still grow up and live with reality, but he realizes being with Myra will never truly make either of them happy, so they decide to have a very supportive mutual divorce.

Richie, having being changed by Eddie coming back , decides to FINALLY mature and decides to leave never land too.

Eddie has no clue about this though until a really reckless and really familiar client comes into his work, claming he has some "risks that need analyzing".

[rickybaby]

Laila, I loved your last post re: the junior academies and I’d love to pick your brain some more, do you think the junior academies are detrimental to the feeder series at all?

Because that’s always been my sticking point. We’re told that f1 is the pinnacle of motorsports and that only the best of the best ever make it, and not to be all “back in my day” but I remember a time when the grid was populated by near-all f3/ f2/british formula champions. And in recent years, it seems with each team having their own academies, it’s less about results on paper and more about “this is our junior so he gets a shot, who cares if he came P7 in F2 🤷🏼‍♀️”

And I get that it’s good because it opens the sport up more. I’m sure there are very talented drivers who just didn’t have the machinery to win in f2/f3 but then it makes me question has it lessened the prestige of the feeder series? I also think it’s why a lot of the current grid feels like Just Some Guy. Becuase…well, they are.

I think outside of Lando and Charles the “newer generation” (let’s say post-Max) are really hurting for star power. I know people will say this is just because I’m a Daniel fan, but truly there’s a real lack of connection across wider f1 to a lot of the current crop. And I think it absolutely contributed to the whole “give rookies a chance” push from mostly fandom this year. Some won’t admit it, but I really feel like fans were just bored of the 2018-2024 grid.

And it’s a shame becuase you suddenly look at some of these drivers (Pierre, Lance, Alex, George etc) and think “oh shit you guys have actually been here FORVER” but it doesn’t always feel that way because they (sadly) just weren’t in the position to achieve much until much more recently.

I’ll use Daniel as an example: if you look at what he was able to achieve in the first six years of his career, he was a star 💫 Third in the championship, multiple iconic wins, strong brand etc. etc. And then look at some of these current grid now going into the sixth year or later and they have maybe one or two wins a piece?

Idk whenever I’m even going with this rant and maybe people will disagree with me but I just feel like we have had a few underwhelming years when it comes to breakout stars and justifying everyone’s place on the grid. I agree that there needs to be a balance, but at the end of the day, it should be mostly experienced drivers in those seats. If we want to see a bunch of 22 year old learn how to drive…we’d watch f2/f3? It would be one thing if the teams were actually developing talent properly with an eye for the future, but unfortunately max has done psychic damage to every team principal on the grid and everyone is more concerned with not missing out on the next wunderkid that they’re pushing these children into seats they’re clearly not ready for yet (case in point: lawson)

Hey Amy! I need to confess that I’ve never watched any of the feeder series and all I know about them is from what I’ve seen here and there. From what I’ve gathered, F2 had some kind of regulation change last year that really affected its competitiveness and essentially rendered F2 meaningless.

But winning in F2/F3 doesn’t always mean you’ll have a successful career in F1. I mean, there are the likes of Mick Schumacher and Stoffel Vandoorne who were F2/GP2 champions but they never panned out in F1. I don’t know what teams look for in their young drivers, but I think whatever it is, they usually know whether a young driver has it or not well before they reach F2 like in the case of Max and Kimi Antonelli.

Yeah, all the teams are obsessed with finding the next wunderkid but that’s something that’s common across every sport because we always talk about the youngest scorer at the World Cup or the youngest race winner and so on and these teams end up exploiting these kids who are barely eighteen. It’s also the fact that these kids start playing their respective sports so young, so by the time they’re 20 and they’re not playing in the big leagues, it’s probably a sign that they’ll never make it big to them. I get the people who say f1 is the pinnacle of motorsport and shouldn’t be a finishing school for rookies and hence the limited grace f1 gives to rookies compared to maybe other racing series. But the way F2 is structured now, whoever wins the championship doesn’t go back and when I look at guys like Ollie Bearman who already has a fan following, maybe they should consider turning F2 into a proper marketable series that allow these young drivers to properly race and fight for championships over more than one season because there’s clearly a market for it.

I think making the step up to F1 is really more about having this mental fortitude to deal with the pressure rather than just driving skills. And it’s always the ones who thrive under that pressure who make it and Daniel happens to be one of them

[gourdlycatgen]

y'all I had a new update added to the gen that I didn't save. it added some predictions for the cats' lives and ig it didn't auto save so it was gone once I got back to my code. so i've reprogrammed it in, and will show y'all the new code under the cut in case anyone wants to contribute ideas! a lot of these lines are duplicated across story1 and story2 because they work for both regular (story1) generations and outcasted (story2) generations

story1

is beloved by all of the clans is beloved by one clan will be shunned in one clan will be shunned in every clan will be shunned in one place will be shunned everywhere will be exiled will be exiled from home and taken in elsewhere will be exiled wrongfully will be exiled after being framed will be exiled rightfully will be betrayed will be betrayed by family will be betrayed by a friend will be betrayed by everyone will be loved will be hated will run away will run away out of fear will run away to escape something will run away for trivial reasons will live a normal life^2 will live a boring life^2 will live a crazy life^2 will live an eventful life^2 will never get a break in life will never get a second to breathe will not be going through this forver will heal with time will refuse to change for any reason will refuse to change until something impacts them irreversibly will always carry a piece of their past will never truly recover from a greatly traumatic experience will find a way to move on will refuse to move on will fall in love will never find love will find a new family will never find happiness around others will never find happiness in others is the focus of a prophecy^0.5 will be given a prophecy^0.5 has been given a prophecy^0.5 will be revered will be revered for a misunderstanding will be revered because of a couragous act will be revered because of a kind act will be revered because of wisdom no one else discovered or thought of will be feared will be feared for a misunderstanding will be feared because of a reckless act will be feared because of a cruel act will be feared because of an awful act is too old for this mess is too young to handle everything is not old enough to do something is not young enough to do something cannot enjoy thingss as things are right now will learn to enjoy things more will never learn to have fun

story2

is hated by all of the clans is hated by one clan is hated is shunned in one clan is shunned in every clan is shunned in one place is shunned everywhere is exiled is exiled for good reason is exiled but was framed will be revered will be revered for a misunderstanding will be revered because of a couragous act will be revered because of a kind act will be revered because of wisdom no one else discovered or thought of is feared is feared for a misunderstanding is feared because of a reckless act is feared because of a cruel act is feared because of an awful act will be feared will be feared for a misunderstanding will be feared because of a reckless act will be feared because of a cruel act will be feared because of an awful act will live a crazy life^2 will live an eventful life^2 will never get a break in life will never get a second to breathe will not be going through this forver will heal with time will refuse to change for any reason will refuse to change until something impacts them irreversibly will always carry a piece of their past will never truly recover from a greatly traumatic experience will find a way to move on will refuse to move on will fall in love will never find love will find a new family will never find happiness around others will never find happiness in others is the focus of a prophecy^0.5 will be given a prophecy^0.5 has been given a prophecy^0.5 will be betrayed will be betrayed by family will be betrayed by a friend will be betrayed by everyone will be loved will be hated will run away was betrayed was betrayed by family was betrayed by a friend was betrayed by everyone was loved was hated was forced to run away is too old for this mess is too young to handle everything is not old enough to do something is not young enough to do something cannot enjoy thingss as things are right now will learn to enjoy things more will never learn to have fun

[anemia-rp]

Hm.. first impulse was "boss" but it feels like it won't grasp every aspect of you. Even thinking about it I can't come up with only one word. You have so many sides which can't be described with one word. Simple as that.

But if I have to choose words then it would be passion, desire, adventure, safe place.

Wow. If this would leave me cold I'd be truly dead. But it doesn't. Feels as if I healed a bit, hearing that. Thanks a lot. You better stay at my side forver, now even more than before you described me like that.

[phxntomhives-98]

Father I don't want this marriage - review

I just felt the need to share some thoughts after reading the side stories. It contains spoilers of the main story and the side stories too.

Note, this is very much my own opinion and I don't think I am correct nor I am trying to change your mind.

Do I reccomend it? Yes, if you like romance it is nice. I was mainly here for the angst tho and I am mostly satisfied, not in the way I expected but satisfied. Read it on tappytoon if you can, or just buy some chapter to support the author.

Manhwa or novel? I only read the manhwa, so that one. But some said the novel is amazing so you can have a try.

Opinions:

First, I have to say it. Even if it is annoying. The sex scene were absolutely unnecessary. I am picky when it comes to sex in the stories, for me it should be either present since the beginning (i.e. for smut stories or if it is a topic of the serie that has its own focus, maybe due to trauma or as a way to be more free of the character) or it should mean something. As example: the two characters that are finally reunited, the two that longed for each other for so long and are finally together again, them fighting the urge but being unable to for whatever reason etc. Not the "oh damn, how do I make this longer? let's just add sex". And in neither cases (Max and Jeuvi + the parents) it made sense. Plus it was the first time and they magically did everything right but details. Especially for Legis and Amelia. If they are still going to consume before the wedding, make it after Legis came back from the war. When there are so many feelings unsorted and there is still the relief that they are both there and alive and it just happens. Not them casually sharing the bed and Amelia being horny (which still it is very much valid and all, BUT FOR THE STORY THAT VERSION WOULD HAVE MADE MORE SENSE)

Second pet peeve of the serie: listen I love the slowburn. So I loved that everything took forver. BUT WHY THE FUCK IS THE LAST ARC SO SHORT. Legis died, not died, and went full health in like 3 episodes!!?? WHERE IS THE PAIN? THE SUFFERING? ME WONDERING FOR WEEKS IF THEY ARE GOING TO BE FINE OR NOT?

Pet peeves done, you may leave in peace.

Now I shall go with what I liked eheh

Listen, I would kill for a whole story centred on Legis and Amelia. The angst, the unrequired (as if) love, the drama, the war, the witch hunting, the absolute devotion these two share. Everything is perfect. I could cry and write an essay about them for hours. And they are just so perfect.

Jeuvi, I love her ok. She had a wonderful character development and I am proud of her.

Max, my little kitty lol, every single interaction with Legis is hilarious. I love when he is a red flag for everyone but the FL.

Mikhail as a villain was honestly nice to me, like he just went full psyco mode with tunnel vision and I think it fits him. He did is job in the story so congrats to him. The emperor and Fanfil on the other hand felt a little on the weak side, but probably because the ending was so rushed.

The twins left me with honestly no impression, I almost forgot they were there more than once in the side stories.

I sobbed during the wedding ngl, when Jeuvi pulled the "remember at the beginning, when I didn't want you?" I had to take a moment because I saw all the story flashing in front of my eyes.

It's sad to tell them goodbye but now it truly is finished... Bye everyone, it was a nice journey, hope you have a good life.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hello there. Am head butting you (softly)Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. (Then copy and paste this ask to your favorite mutuals💚💚, no pressure tho)Have a great day/night 💚💚

Oooooo ty Keke, this is a lot of fun!! I picked my main oc ship playlist, cause I still listen to it a lot haha. Using the built-in spotify song thing even tho I literally don't even use spotify

1.

There is soooooo much Coldplay in this playlist. It's what I was listening to when I was developing their ship, and now I forver associate them with Coldplay, in their soft moments

2.

Truly the most ship playlist song ever

3.

Ah man it sucks I can't really listen to Ghost anymore :/ I listened to them way too much when I first started college, and it wasn't even a bad time or anything, but it reminds me too much of a very specific period in my life

4.

Again, Coldplay. Probably my favorite characterization music in the world.

5.

Love nine inch nails for messy ships as well, a lot of the music is just so intense and dark

[bvidzsoo]

ITS OVERRRRR WAAAAAA 💔💔 LMLAR WILL FORVER HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MT HEART FR ☹️ I’m so proud of you for finishing and feeling accomplished with your work!! You’re so creative and talented and you deserve all the praise you get an more 🥹🫶 I lowk cried too at the last chapter and epilogue 💔 so happy it came to an end but sad bc what will I DO without thme 🥲 the way you wrote the characters had me attached to them in some weird way that I can’t describe 😭 and you and your bestie just coming up with this?? You guys are destined to be writers fr :” funny how a simple idea turned into an inspirational emotional roller coaster ;; it’s a beautiful story love 🥺 this is definitely the best Mingi series that I’ve read out of all of them ☹️🫶 YOUR DOING AMAZING 💞💞

🌻~~

I don’t think I have become attached before to a story of mine like it happened with this one. I truly loved every second of writing it and I’m so glad everyone enjoyed it. Thank you for reading and for being excited for the new chapters and for commenting, of course.

Thank uu, my bestie and I have some amazing creative idea boosts sometimes and usually it’s for shits and giggles but then they turn into a whole ass story IF we’re in the mood to write it LOL

Sorry for the late response, I was on holiday and I’m just now returning! ^^

[shneda]

Thought glimpses: for my childhood

Mama, I know I'm not in high school anymore. But I miss our meals on the round table, with our backs aching because we only have these uncomfortable wooden chairs to sit on, with little thin pillows tied onto them. Thinking about that tiny room with only two beds touching at an L-shape, a small round table with its chairs in the middle, and a little armchair on the side breaks my heart. It breaks my heart I can't be there with you anymore because I'm on the other side of Europe.

I also often think of the other little flat we lived in together, many years ago now. With afternoon sunshine pouring in and softly bathing the old painted furniture in gentle light. I miss saying goodnight to you and knowing you'll be sound asleep within minutes on the other side of the room, in your bed behind the bookshelf separating us.

I think about how much you love your little pile of library-borrowed books resting on the cupboard. How it keeps growing and changing constantly because you read all the time, again and again. I'm sure that chunk of red mineral stone is still on top it too, to keep the pages from folding out - the one a dear friend of mine gifted to you after she dug it out in the mountains with her father and then polished it herself.

/////

I often ask myself why my mum seemed to never know what to say when asked about her favourite colour or song, or movie. Or why when I've repeated these questions to her at different points in my life she would sometimes just smile gently saying she didn't know, while others she would reply with something that caught me by surprise, unexpected. Like she was a person I've never really truly known.

And now I know that for most of her life my mum (and most mums her age) hasn't had time for herself because of husband or kids, or work, or all of it together. That my mama only finds peace when she can take a breath, sinking in her own mind, while smoking, in solitude.

I can't recall when my childhood slipped away. Now I know what every grown up knows and what every book for kids talks about, and what everyone carries with them throughout life, as a curse. The fact that there has been a day and a moment where we played for the last time with our childhood friends and hugged for the last time our parents before going to school.

So now I beg myself to allow for forgiveness and beauty in my life. For I know when I pick flowers, the edges of the buttercup petals will forver mark the edges of my innocence, like a scar.

Francine Van Hove - 'Simple Moments' c.2009

[feelinhnostalgia]

They say you are lucky if you find a lover and a best friend in one person i did just that, fall in love with my bff did i just said that out lout, i shoud not what if comes true?, this is a fantasy land of mine

she is ray of sunshine in my life a soft pillow to my peacefull sleep 3am shouder when i need to cry 3pm person when i need to went 5pm noodle partner when i am hungry 9am morning alarm when im most sleepy she is everything i could ever ask for

/ Kuch kahu ya na kahu Tum mujhko sada sunte rehana /

how can i not fall for her, her clumsy rather sweet laugh her honey like browny eyes eyes that never fails to glitter her sheepish grin whenever she wants something from me, you can have everything of mine love

she makes me laugh on my sad days asks me 'if im doing alright', and does not stop untill i say the truth she has her own way of making me, say things i dont wanna say out loud im most comfortable with her, she knows me from head to toe, i know her too, do i?

/ Mujhe neend aaye jo aakhiri Tum khwabon mein aate rehna /

she reads me from my texts jusr like i want her to, sometimes she even mastering the art of reading my eyes now, i shoud be afraid, im not i dont want to look in her eyes she might find the truth im hiding that im utterly in love with her

how hard that it can be if she finds out isn’t it all i want? to see truly what i feel that how my eyes lighten up whenever i see her, how to dumstruck i get, whenever i see her on traditional dress how badly i want to run my fingers on her simply makeup-ed cheek and kiss gently and say, you are mine

/ Main dikhu ya na dikhu Tum mujhko mehsoos karna /

but its all in my head, you are a thousand steps away from me someone better already took you away you are a good friend to me, not my lover i remind myself that a million times a day it doesnt really hurt, what hurts the most is that i did not take my chance with you i shoud have, would have, really, truly

now you are a lover of mine, in my parallel universe, i have you all by myself and we live happily together, forver.

-Jaimin (feelinhnostalgia)

[lillie98]

I Figured It Out

So I saw a series of posts on TikTok this morning from @connect_dots7 regarding the connections between the Original Labyrinth and Stranger Things. It was fascinating. Their main thesis connected the Upside Down’s creation/Frozen Time to Mike. That maybe, potentially, Will was NOT the one who froze the Upside Down on November 6, 1983. Instead, they posited that MIKE was the one who subconsciously stopped time. Stay with me here. In Labyrinth, Sarah wishes for her baby brother, Toby, to be taken away by Goblins. She turns off the light in her brother’s room and he is then abducted by goblins. In order to get them back, she must reject her childhood and own up to the fact that she is indeed growing older. It’s sad and melancholy, but it fits her character. The theorist, however, suggested that Mike must do the opposite. We all know Mike wants nothing more than to play DND and Nintendo with Will for the rest of his life, but he does not see a reality in which this is possible. He must grow up, like Sarah, reject these childish dreams, and move on.

But, unlike Sarah, Mike’s resolution is to EMBRACE this part of himself. His nerdiness, his Queerness, and his love for Will, his childhood best friend. He CAN grow up and embrace his childhood at the same time, he only has to allow himself to do it. Mike froze time in the Upside Down as soon as Will pulled out of his garage by flicking off the lights. He didn’t know it, but HE set this entire plan in motion. He wants to be with Will so badly that he was willing to freeze time to make it happen. Now, he must turn the lights back on, this reigniting the flame of their relationship (Hide in the Light).

Notice how EVERY season begins with Mike running late for something? He wants more TIME. More time to be a child, more time to hold on to the things he holds dear, and more time to figure out who he is. When he accepts himself, his interest, and his love for Will, everything will be undone. Remember, Hopper said Mike was the key (with a literal green key behind him). It’s up to Mike to set things right and give himself permission to move on. One cannot truly heal until they work through their own trauma and Lord knows Mike has not done that yet. The moment he realizes that Will loves him exactly as he is and wants to spend the rest of his life with him will set him free. It’s Forced Conformity, that’s what’s KILLING THE KIDS!!!

The theorist also connected this idea to Mike jumping off the quarry in S1. He jumped not because he was trying to save Dustin (although that was certainly part of it), but because he was CONVINCED that Will had jumped and drowned. He had no idea that El was going to catch him and save him. He was ready to d!e for Will. Mike must confront that action (probably by jumping again 😖) and why he did it. When he realizes that he jumped for Will and not Dustin, he will be confronted with his true feelings. (Think Jesus and the Devil, not that I’m comparing Jesus and Mike) All Mike wants is to love and be loved it return. He just thinks that that world can never exist. There’s more on @connect_dot7 but I’ll allow them to explain because they’re more eloquent than me. 😛 But I’ll add this to the equation.

As I read these theories the song “Slipping Through My Fingers” from Mama Mia (don’t judge me) played in my head. It’s written as a Mother/Daughter story, but really centers on Growing Up, losing time, and wanting to FREEZE THE BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS FORVER. This is Mike’s story arc and what he must accept in order to move on and release the Upside Down. I rewrote the lyrics only slightly and when I tell you they fit PERFECTLY!! I actually made myself cry. I’ll post them below. Thanks for listening to my long-winded InfoDump. I appreciate it. (I also think this could EASILY play into the whole “Mike is in a Coma and Must Confornt His Feelings in order to Be Set Free”)

Slipping Through My Fingers  (Rewritten for Mike Wheeler and Will Byers)

Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early evening

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch him go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing him forever

And without really entering his world

I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter

That funny little boy

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in his mind?

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

We keep on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, him and me at the breakfast table

Barely awake, I let precious time go by

Then when he's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures

The places I had planned for us to go?

(Slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't

And why? I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in his mind?

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

We keep on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early evening 

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

[rachthechaosbi]

Ok so I’ve seen Neil is touch starved headcanons before,,, but what about Kevin?

Kevin grew up in the Nest, he probably didn’t get a lot, if any, physical touch that wasn’t meant to hurt so when he gets it with the foxes it’s like a dying man getting a sip of water

it starts with Abby

(because I feel like Abby is often overlooked by the fandom and deserves much better)

anyway we all remember the way Kevin just CLINGS to Abby after the Kathy Ferdinand interview right?

so when Kevin is upset, he often finds himself walking to Abby, sometimes unconsciously, sometimes not

but he just likes to be held by her and feel protected and warm and comforted because she’s his mother figure okay

next is Wymack

in my personal opinion, Wymack tends to clap foxes on the back after games or practices, no matter who is standing next to him (except Andrew or Neil, he knows better)

more often than not, that person is Kevin

and Kevin??? loves it???

(physical affection from DAD that’s my DAD)

(it takes a while for Kevin to adjust to having his father in his life, but he really truly does love it)

so he ends up trying to stand next to Wymack As Much As Possible

Andrew isn’t really one for physical affection

but Kevin savors Every Damn Touch He Can Get

even if it’s just Andrew barely brushing his back with his fingers

he finds himself leaning into the touches

with Neil, it’s mostly exy related

(because when you put Kevin Day and Neil Josten together, what else is it really going to be?)

tight side hugs after games, high fives after good plays, that weird sort of helmet grate bump thing football players do

Aaron isn’t much in the way of physical affection, but sometimes Kevin will find himself leaning against Aaron when they’re on the bench or in the locker room

Aaron tolerates it, and Kevin Very Much Enjoys It because we all know twinyard shoulders are big and strong and can hold the world

Nicky is very very very very very excited in true Nicky fashion when he realizes that Kevin actually likes physical affection

one word: hugs

so

many

hugs

Nicky will hug Kevin constantly, whether it’s side hugs, bear hugs, i’m going to jump and you better fucking catch me hugs, anything

sometimes it’s too much for Kevin, but Nicky realizes this and will back off when asked

but he really finds a place with the upperclassmen

because the upperclassmen have had years together, and they cuddle like NOBODYS business

(because I said so)

one movie night, Renee notices Kevin staring at their cuddle pile and asks quietly if he would like to join them

Kevin almost cries

he is with his people and he is warm and happy and falls asleep in the cuddle pile

(Allison may or may not have taken a photo for blackmail)

after this, he gets all the casual touch from the upperclassmen he could ever wanr

Matt gives him piggyback rides, even if Kevin is only two inches shorter

because according to Matt, “piggyback isn’t a phase, it’s a lifestyle”

they frequently get weird looks around campus

“is that Kevin Day??? on his teammate’s back???”

after practices, sometimes Kevin gets tired, because, you know, he’s an athlete and stuff

so he sits on the floor and leans against couches while he’s yelling at the foxes

one day he doesn’t pay attention to where he sits (Wymack made them run FORVER again)

and he sits down in front of the upperclassmen, and while he’s yelling Dan just starts playing with his hair because she’s bored and he does this Every Damn Day (I’m assuming this is after they’ve showered because otherwise ew)

and Kevin just stops functioning

the entire room is silent

until Allison breaks the silence with a “it’s that easy??? that’s all we had to do???”

so now Allison and Dan will frequently just start playing with Kevin’s hair while he yells to make him shut up

(Kevin knows what they’re doing. it’s not working. maybe it’s working. shut your fat fucking face Aaron)

Renee doesn’t really have a Thing™️, but she is extremely observant, and she always has a knack for knowing when Kevin needs to be touched and what type of touch he needs

this got MUCH longer than expected, but have some touch starved Kevin getting his physical affection at last

it’s good for the soul

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

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The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

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You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

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A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

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24/08/20

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