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Star Trek II: Wrath Of Khan thoughts:

For this post if I could simply embed the entire movie and just write the word, ‘queer’ I would. Unfortunately you are all stuck with this, happy pride month!

Spoilers for the entire movie will be featured in this post

Going forth:

- I know what the kobayashi maru is so I know they’re not in danger but that’s some good acting Bones

- “‘Physician heal thyself.’” “Is that all you’ve got to say? What about my performance?” “I’m not a drama critic.” Thinking about this pose thinking about this pose thinking about thi-

- “Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.” He’s feeling something and projecting

- “Aren’t you dead?” That’s certainly a way to greet your husband

- They’re so cute. And sad. And cute.

- tiny guys hehe. The boots got sluttier somehow

- McCoy got him glasses cause he can’t read the book without it and bring up that post that’s saying how Spock and McCoy’s gifts go together but McCoy got the logical thing and Spock got the emotional one

- Don’t quote me on this but the things I would do to that man… I wouldn’t.. but holy shit that outfit is killing me.

- hi checkov

- Carol Marcus? Doesn’t she have Kirk’s-? okay then I won’t spoil that just yet

- Creature in a jar moving under the sand

- BOTANY BAY????? Oh wait a sec I should’ve seen that coming it’s called wrath of khan

- Did they kill Chekov?

- hello Khan. That’s a very long and dramatic reveal he’s kinda hot tho

- Thinking about genetic engineering and augmentation and how they’re illegal but star trek presents cases where people now exist and it’s not the fault of the person that they are what they are so they have to question if an entire person should be illegal because of the actions of others… anyway I don’t wanna get deep into this right now, back to the movie

- Are they going to kill Chekov? (edit: not sure why I’m so fixated on thinking they’re gonna)

- WOW THAT IS CERTAINLY A SWEAT DROP

- brain worms… this sounds recently familiar

- HES READING HIS BOOK WITH THE GLASSES THEY DIDNT NEED TO SHOW HIM DOING THAT BUT THEY DID AND ITS ADORABLE OMG

- The conversation between Savik and Spock is so precious. And it’s in Vulcan. And she says “He’s more human than I expected” and it’s like that’s her commenting on Spock’s husband

- Kirk does not want to do this inspection

- McCoy does a little bounce

- “For everything there is a first time. Wouldn’t you agree, admiral” “mmhhmm” “Would you like a tranquilizer?” *Kirk shakes his head*

- I think this one has a more solid plot. I’m enjoying so far :)

- Does McCoy serve on this ship or is he just following along?

- (Had to stop watching around here because I left for the weekend so these thoughts are potentially a bit different)

- wowah! Cool ship!

- uh oh. Chekov on the monitor with the brain worm!

- khan is kinda- yeahh

- I LOVE SAAVIK! RAHHH! Also apparently Saavik is canonically half Vulcan half Romulan according to the trivia

- I like how Bones is just there :)

- Putting Spock in black… they knew what they were doing

- They’re husbands your honour. Spock knows Kirk wants to take command and isn’t to proud to get in the way of making his wife happy

- “You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been and always shall be yours.” Kissing would have been less romantic

- George Takei’s voice is majestic

- “He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him. I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up.” Not obsessive at all.. nope this is something completely and totally normal to say about your nemesis

- “Uhura, have Doctor McCoy join us (Kirk and Spock) in my quarters.” Hmmmmm.. gotta inform the whole polycule about the shady government experiment

- lmao BOTH Spock and McCoy know who Carol Marcus is

- oh so terraforming… NEVERMIND REALLY FAST TERRAFORMING

- “Really, Dr. McCoy, you must learn to govern your passions. They will be your undoing.” Flirting, gentlemen?

- How and why does Starfleet continually put Spock and McCoy together? Like this alert would be sent out 24/7

- Spock and his awesome daughter Saavik

- falling

- Kirk with the breast flap down

- such a good moment… such a great moment (sorry for shitty photos)

- Kirk has to put on his little glasses <3

- Kirk does NOT fuck around

- Poor Scotty. He’s got so much emotion about his dead crew mate and the doctor apologizing to him 🥺🥺🥺

- Saavik making up rules to make sure the admiral is safe. Love her.

- “Jim, be careful.” “We will.” MCCOY IS SO BITTER. Like ‘no wishes of luck for me, Spock? Fuck you!’

- The collar on that uniform is silly

- hehe McCoy got scared by a rat. OH HE ALSO GOT SCARED BY A DEAD BODY

- Kirk’s little disappointed “oh my god” as he finds Chekov in the cupboard

- “Suppose they went nowhere.” “Then this’ll be your big chance to get away from it all.” McCoy’s not leaving Kirk, but he still looks like he wants to strangle him sometimes

- Kirk not afraid to punch a bitch

- WAIT THATS KIRKS SON?!? Isn’t it?? I thought David was Carol’s brother. But nope!

- aww dammnit I knew they were still mind controlled :/

- Saavik saving David. Y’know it would be pretty cool if there was something about Saavik, David, and Johanna meeting and maybe serving on a ship of their own.. idk just thoughts.

- ewwww brain worm.

- OH THE ECHOING “KHANNN”

- mmmm Kirk without the jacket. The white turtleneck with sleeves… also McCoy and Saavik are slaying with their turquoise and orange turtlenecks

- “Food the first order of survival.” I bet the fanfic writers had a field day with this one (cause cause it’s a reference to Tarsus IV)

- Imagine this: you’re stuck underground with your husband, your other husbands adopted daughter, your ex, her son (who’s also your son), and your old Russian navigator who’s unconscious and tried to kill you while being mind controlled by a worm which came out of his ear

- David’s got Kirk’s curls <333

- Kirk has a thing for people who look good in blue. Change my damn mind.

- “I don’t believe in a no win scenario.” He immediately calls Spock afterwards cause he’ll never lose with his husbands around

- “You lied.” “I exaggerated.” Yep, he IS that bitch

- Saavik is learning so much from them

- They still just.. let anyone onto the bridge. Like David is just there now

- oh no Scotty! Well McCoy was miraculously there to catch him

- CHEKOV BACK ON THE BRIDGE!

- Once again. Kirk does not fuck around! He just killed those guys

- “To the last I will grapple with thee.” WOW. Okay. Well.

- Khan’s about to terraform this bitch

- McCoy stopping Spock from going into the chamber..

- “You’re not going in there!” “Perhaps you’re right. What is Mr. Scott’s condition?” SIKE BITCH SPOCK JUST FUCKING NERVE PINCHED HIM. McCoy you should’ve been tipped off by the fact he 1. Said you were right and 2. Gave up trying to self sacrifice so easily

- wait why’d Spock connect to McCoy’s psi points and say remember? Remember what?

- I like there’s just a sign that flashes the word ‘radiation’ in red letters

- McCoy and Scotty BEGGING Spock not to do this. Break my fucking heart why don’t you?

- Kirk’s little run to the engine room <3

- I know he’s dying but those boots are so slutty

- Solely watching Kirk’s face is already like watching 10 puppies get killed

- “Don’t grieve, admiral.” Has me crying already. Your closest and longest friend is watching your slow descent into death and you ask him not to grieve you. You want him to know your death meant something. It meant he’d be safe and that is nothing to grieve. I’m going to be sick

- don’t touch me I’m thinking about this

- SAAVIK IS CRYING OMG GIRL ME TOO

- Kirk’s voice breaking.. god. Shatter my fucking heart why don’t you?

- if they play bagpipes at my funeral I’m rising from the dead (violins would be nice though)

- NOO HIS CUTE LITTLE GLASSES BROKE

- “They’re just words.” “But good words. That’s where ideas begin. Maybe you should listen to them.” POP OFF DAVID ! Good line

- SON REVEAL! NOT CLICKBAIT

- There’s 8 minutes left of this. Did they leave this one with Spock dead?

- “He’s really not dead, as long as we remember him.” Good words McCoy. But perhaps maybe you might have some.. assistance remembering him?

- got distracted and drew Kirk but I love the last little Spock narration. Really brave to end a WHOLE MOVIE with one of the best most well known characters being dead

Well that movie did have its pros and… khans

…

See you next time

Masterpost

[padfootscoldleathers]

i'll leave (a light on) ch.1

ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5

The stage lights flash over Sirius's skin and the open air in the arena suddenly feels thin and muted. Performing under the bright eyes of hundreds of adoring fans with some of the best friends he's ever had: Peter, Marlene and Dorcas. He’s at the height of his career, the band has taken off, they're on the band's first international tour. It's everything he's always wanted. So Sirius should feel at the top of the world right now, should be happy but what is there to feel behind a mask you painted meant to show that you feel nothing?

I never knew that everything was fallin' through

That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue

To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

But that's how it's gotta be

He looks into his lap and fiddles his thumbs just to do something, to work up the nerve to say what he came here to. Where do you find the courage to break a heart? "I can't do this anymore." He says it slowly and sighing, but it's a sharp taste. Possibly finally more than Sirius can take in a lifetime. "What do you mean?"

I'd rather run the other way than stay and see The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

His lungs start to burn as his throat swells and voice rasps yet gorgeously compliments the song. The crowd's roaring seeps through his earpiece but he can still hear the buzzing. The annoying wasp of Walburga whispering in his ear when he was young and easily manipulated that beauty was pain; that they were one in the same. Sirius doesn't feel beautiful with hot salty tears sparkling on his cheeks. Doesn't think anyone watching tonight would see a radiance in his silent heartache.

Let's rearrange

I wish you were a stranger, I could disengage

Just say that we agree and then never change

"You know what I mean, Sirius." Barty was dancing around something Sirius didn't want to acknowledge, so obviously he wasn't going to help. Crouch had to summon his own courage, Sirius had none to spare. "I can't be with you. I know you see it, even worse you feel it and yet," Barty blows out a suffering sigh that leaves his chest caved in. "You let me stay; you let me hurt you."

Sirius winds a hand through his long curls and lifts his head to watch the ceiling fan spin around. "You're not hurting me, Bat." Crouch jumps onto his feet from where he's sat next to Sirius on the sofa.

"Bullshit! Black. You're not just lying to yourself now, you're lying to me too. You know that lies and I never fare well."

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind, she's on your mind

The crowd is still raging from the surprise song signifying the end of the concert. They're all screaming their hearts out, probably trying to embed this night into their minds; some happy memory to pull up on a bad day. Sirius never wants to remember this night. Doesn't want to ever recall this bareness; raw and defenceless.

And suddenly I become a part of your past

I'm becoming the part that don't last

I'm losing you, and it's effortless

"I can't just come over and pretend that being here and with you isn't eating at me, Sirius. I can't live in this delusion."

"If you knew that why the fuck did you let it drag on for 5 months? Why did you let me believe I could have this? WHY DID YOU LIE?!" Sirius's voice grew louder and louder. With his rage came grief and more anger to disguise it.

"I didn't lie, Sirius, I told you from the moment this started that I wasn't ready!"

"You haven't said anything since! Was I wrong to think that maybe this was working?!"

"YES!"

Never thought that you wanted to bring it down

I won't let it go down 'til we torch it ourselves

Sirius voice starts to wobble over the last few words and his eyes are burning, his throat is dry and he can barely finish, "With eight seconds left in overtime, she's on your mind, she's all o-on."

As the ending chords to the final song fly out the speakers surrounding the arena, Sirius bows and waves at his fans surrounding him with the stars of their flashlights. He's laughing, smiling, waving, it's just so surreal. Sirius jumps down from the stage to the front row to talk to fans and collect gifts. A little girl gives him a Toothless plushie with a gold star stitched onto his head. He hugs her and gives her his gold necklace with his name on it. Past the fans his way backstage. Away from the lights, the crowd, the pressure, the thinning air, the heat, the cheers but not the heartache.

The silence stretches for a buzzing moment, the anger and anxiety becoming something sombre and desolate. "Why now, Barty?"

Crouch slides his arms around Sirius, unreciprocated because there's something in Sirius like a light switch gone off. A skill learned after years and years of having to hide everything he ever was in that wretched house. Hiding because no one could be trusted, no one except Regulus.

No one but Regulus, and Mary, and Peter.

"My mother taught me a lot about love, but I don't think I've ever really gotten the romance bit. Between the movies, and the marriages, and the loves, and the lies it's so hard to even begin to tell what I'm supposed to be feeling." He sighs.

"I've known you since we were yay-high, Sirius" Barty holds his hands about half a metre off the ground smiling fondly. I always kind of thought we'd have a love like the novels and movies. We'd grow up and fall in love and it would be you and me, always. But we did grow up and I still can't love you like that even though I want to. Trying to is eating at me and regardless whether you see it or not, it's eating at you too."

Barty pulls away slowly, slipping his hands from Sirius's back down his arms then further down to hold his hands.

"I love you, Sirius. I always have, I always will but not the way you want. We can't love each other like this." Barty gets himself up to walk the little hallway to the front door but stops with his hand on the doorknob when he hears Sirius start talking again.

"Well, you got what you wanted; a love like the movies. You asked for something fake and you got what you asked for." Sirius's voice echoes through the walkway from the living room. 

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead." Barty utters as he leaves. 

The click of that door locking is a changeless and unceasing echo in Sirius's mind like the ringing in his ears. That was nearly three months ago before he and the band left on their All American tour.

He takes his final bow as the platform descends under the stage. He stares out in front of him at nothing in particular. Stays frozen until the platform stops completely. The walk to his dressing room is a blank memory along with every conversation along the way, unlocking his dressing room door. Doesn't remember standing in the doorway to closing the door behind him and leaning against it. Or the mechanic movements to switch out of costume into a big, comfy maroon sweater and soft black leggìngs. From the deep breaths to lying on the floor in the middle of the room was entirely of his subconscious.

Sirius hasn't clicked back into place yet. He is still insensate when Peter comes in a short while later and lies next to him. They both watch the ceiling fan turn and try to follow one of its blades before their eyes can't keep up anymore. Then listen so his pocket watch tick for what feels like forever. Sirius wonders what it would be like to have certainty in life. To know what is coming, when to move, what to do. Wishes he could just have something consistent but nothing seems to stick.

The only love that ever stuck was his family. Reggie, Andy, Peter, Mary, Marls, Cas and Minnie. There is, of course, Peter's very big, very Colombian family. Not to say Sirius doesn't have room in his life for love and romance, but how much more heartache and heartbreaks can you take until you run out of heart?

"Sirius?" Peter whispers after a few minutes. Forever isn't a particularly long time anyway. When he gets no response he starts humming a familiar beat. It catches Sirius's attention which means it did its job. He can't quite pinpoint it and then it all falls into place and he starts to hum along.

"She ain't got no money,"

"Her clothes are kind of funny," Sirius scrunches his nose.

"Her hair is kinda wild and free." Peter goes on in a whisper then jumps to his feet and hauls Sirius up by his torso. Then twirls him around and ruffles his hair. "Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes," Sirius continues. "And nobody knows–"

"LI-i-i-Ike MeEee." Peter belts out before he changes out the final note for a screeching high pitch.

"Aagh, oh, stop! Stop! Please! I get it!" Sirius clamps a hand over Peter's mouth and he stops abruptly. It takes a good second for Peter to shut up, but he eventually does. "If I let go–" Sirius glares at him head on. "Gross. Real mature." Peter giggles behind his hand, so Sirius lets him go to wipe his hand off on Pete's face.

Prolonged eye contact.

The dressing room is silent while Peter slowly pulls something out his back pocket. They're in a staring contest so Sirius doesn't look to see what it is. That is before he gets sprayed in the face with a mini water gun. "Down, Bessie." 

Sirius wipes the liquid from his eyes but some gets in his mouth and it tastes... strange. "Is this," he licks his upper lip and Peter raises a brow comically like he's crazy. "Why are you tasting it?" He asks through a laugh.

"Is this my fucking rice water?" He ends, his mouth hanging open. "What? Did you think I didn't know why your hair's so shiny? With your incestuous bloodline you should be balding right now but," Peter scoffs and shakes the spray bottle. "Here we are."

Sirius wheezes out, "You motherfucker." 

"Not yours though." He snips back quickly. Sirius runs his tongue across the line of his teeth and looks down at their feet. He looks up and accidentally makes eye contact. Peter shakes his head, "Not even for your Make a Wish,” before they both start cackling.

That's when Dorcas walks in to find Sirius curled up on the floor wheezing and Peter giggling with an arm against the wall. She scans the room for something, but seems to come up short. "Are you guys high on helium again?" It has the opposite intended effect because it just makes them more manic. Hands on her hips, she says, "Don't make me call Minnie." Marlene pops her head under Cas's arm to take a peek inside. "No! No, don't call Minnie," Peter gets out through his fit of giggles. "We're not on helium."

"Why's Black on the floor barking his left lung out then?" Marls asks, making her way on the floor next to him.

Sirius tries his best to wheeze through an explanation. "I called Petey a motherfucker and he said–"

"Not yours though." Peter adds while he slides down the wall. Dorcas hangs her head with a smile and Marlene absolutely loses it.

Sirius grips her by the thigh, wheezing for air. "Marley, Marls. He said he wouldn't shag Walburga if it was my last cancerous dying wish." Dorcas is hanging on by only her grip on the doorknob. Marlene snorts randomly which acts as the catalyst of their cackles. "You going to tell her how we got there?" Sirius stops laughing and channels his fiercest Walburga glare, "On my dying, laboured breath.”

They then hear heels clicking down the corridor but it's freshly late because Minnie looms over Dorcas, confusion painted on her face. "I don't think I want to know," she mutters, eyeing all of them. "Time to go, the clean up crew wants to get done and get home. Pack your things in and get moving. I haven't got the energy for a pissy Kingsley. He'll take that bus and leave without a moment's notice and you were lucky he didn't get far the last time."

The bus is gone. Sirius is at a gas station. Alone. In the dark. In Texas. He rings Pete. "Why are you calling me from inside the bus?" Peter says cautiously slowly and Sirius chuckles awkwardly. "Oh my– Are you not on the bus?" He hears Peter yell for Minnie to turn the bus around. "Why are you not on the bus?!" Dorcas screeches from the phone. "I told Marls I had to pee!" He hears a tired sigh on the line in the background, probably Peter. Cas yawns, "Sirius, Marley was sleepwalking the entire time." He shrugs and says that he couldn't have known as the bus' headlights flood the street. The door slides out and he's met with an amused and smiling Kingsley, "I knew you weren't on the bus."

His mouth hangs open incredulously. "You bitch." Sirius mutters under his breath and Kingsley starts laughing like he's got endless oxygen.

"Yeah. Lucky."

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Butterflies

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FLUFF + Strangers to Lovers + Woozi from Seventeen playing matchmaker

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: Requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration! 

Yoongi was exhausted. His feet were dragging along the tile floors of the Hybe building, eyes blinking slowly as he tried to get his bearings after his international flight. The jet lag was kicking his ass, but his upcoming deadline for the project he was working on made him choose coming to the studio rather than passing out at home.  

Hearing two voices he wasn’t used to, he squinted down the hall, seeing Woozi laughing with someone outside of his studio door. Yoongi frowned, wondering what the producer from Seventeen was doing on the BTS floor. Woozi noticed Yoongi standing there with a confused expression on his face, giving his hyung a small head nod as a greeting.

“Hyung, what are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?” Woozi asked. Yoongi watched as the girl he was with turned to look at who Woozi was talking to.

“I, uh, guess I got off on the wrong floor,” Yoongi murmured, eyes never leaving the mysterious girl’s shocked expression as she stood frozen in place next to Woozi.

“Oh, well, maybe get some rest, hyung,” Woozi chuckled, opening his studio door for the girl to follow him inside. Yoongi took a step forward, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He didn’t want the girl to leave. He wanted to know her name, know her story. The door to Woozi’s studio closed.

Yoongi knew he had to see you again.

---

You couldn’t believe you had just seen him. Min Yoongi. In person. And you had stood there like an idiot, gaping at him. You just let Woozi talk to him and acted completely rude.

What an idiot, you thought to yourself, groaning.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Woozi asked, left ear covered by his headphones, right ear uncovered and able to listen to you groan in embarrassment.

“I cannot believe I didn’t say anything,” you said, falling on the couch in Woozi’s studio with a dramatic thump. “I have loved Yoongi for years, and the one time I get the chance to tell him how much he means to me and how much I love his music, and I blow it. Completely. I’m so embarrassed.”

Woozi laughed, opening a Coke Zero and handing it to you before opening his own can.

“Listen, if you really feel that badly, I’m sure I could introduce you to Yoongi-hyung another time,” Woozi reassured you.

“No, no, that would almost be worse. I don’t want everyone around here knowing I’m ARMY. Then they’re going to assume the only reason I became a stylist for Seventeen is to get close to BTS.”

You were hired by Hybe a few months ago, working exclusively with Seventeen. Once Woozi discovered that you were an undercover kpop fan, he started using you as a sample audience for songs he was working on. Unfortunately, Woozi also knew that he technically wasn’t your favorite producer in the Hybe building. That label was reserved for Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi only.

“Alright fine, you can stop with the dramatics—your secret is safe with me. Yoongi probably didn’t even notice you were acting weird.”

“Fine, fine, just play the song you wanted me to hear. Distract me, I’m begging you,” you groaned, leaning back on the sofa.

“Gladly,” Woozi said with a chuckle, pressing the space bar on his computer so you could hear what he was working on.

---

A couple of weeks later, you were still trying to forget the run-in with Yoongi every time you entered the Hybe building.

Woozi had texted you to meet him at his studio in the afternoon; despite it being your day off, you couldn’t say no to your friend. You rapped your knuckles on the door, not expecting Yoongi to open the door to the studio. You let out a little squeak, quickly dropping in a bow in front of him.

“Y/N, hey, this is Yoongi-hyung,” Woozi said nonchalantly, spinning back toward his desk in his chair.

“Um, it’s…it’s an honor, I mean, it’s so nice to meet you,” you stumbled on your words, trying not to embarrass yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Y/N,” Yoongi said, a shy smile on his face. You had to remember to keep breathing as you took in the man in front of you. His long, dark hair was tucked behind his ear, pale skin contrasting with his dark hoodie. Yoongi looked down at your hands; you were carrying two iced coffees for you and Woozi, hands trembling slightly with nerves.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I would have gotten you something if I knew you were going to be here,” you apologized. You could tell Yoongi was trying not to laugh at your flustered state.

“No worries, please don’t be sorry,” he reassured you.

“Y/N, would you get in here please, and stop being weird?” Woozi said from his chair. You glared at the back of his head, annoyed with him for outing you like this.

Yoongi stepped to the side, letting you pass him to enter the studio. You put Woozi’s coffee down on his desk, unsure of what to do next.

“Woozi told me you’ve been giving him feedback on some of his songs,” Yoongi said, startling you slightly. You nodded, throat feeling incredibly dry and your mouth unable to form words all of a sudden. “I actually stopped by today to see if I could get your opinion on something I’ve been working on.”

“What?” you asked, surprised. Yoongi scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m a bit stuck on a track, and he mentioned that you’re ARMY, actually. I was hoping for some help,” Yoongi explained.

“Did he?” you questioned, giving Woozi a pointed look. He held up both of his hands innocently.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help Yoongi-hyung out here,” Woozi said defensively.

“Sure you were,” you murmured to him, hoping Yoongi couldn’t hear. Based on the way he was trying—and failing—to look uninterested when you looked back up at him, you were pretty sure he could.

“Would you mind? I don’t mean to be a bother.”

“Of course, not a bother at all,” you reassured. “You know I’m not like a professional or anything, right? My opinion probably won’t be all that much help,” you joked.

“ARMY’s opinion is the opinion that matters the most, isn’t it?” Yoongi earnestly replied. You flushed under his gaze.

“Right. Of course.”

“Shall we?” Yoongi asked, holding the door open for you. You glanced back at Woozi; you made a mental note to kick his ass later for the knowing smirk that was painted across his face.

“Lead the way,” you said, following him.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies; you couldn’t believe this was happening to you.  

Little did you know that a few steps ahead of you, Min Yoongi’s heart was racing, anxious to get your thoughts on the song, nervous to be alone in a room with you, excited about the thought of getting to know you.

Glancing shyly at Yoongi in the elevator, you noticed the pink tinge of a blush on Yoongi’s cheeks. Maybe you wouldn’t yell at Woozi after all.

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Imagine:

Meeting Alina

Request: Yes or No

Revamped version of this! I don't know why I felt so strongly about revamping it but maybe its cause I've started reading the first book

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Not many ventured into the library willingly. There'd been Genya, until she read nearly every book and grew bored, and Zoya but it'd been back in the day when she thought (Y/N) would pay her a piece of mind if she showed interest in his hobbies before she moved on to trying to charm the General. (Y/N) couldn't fault her ambition. It was what drove Grishas.

But (Y/N) never ventured into the libraries for grand tales or recountings of past war heroes. No, he searched high and low for more information on the very man he was connected to by blood. The Darkling, the creator of the Fold and someone he once trusted and loved wholeheartedly. 

Until the Sun Summoner arrived and with her, the potential to destroy the Fold. He should've been relieved at the news of someone with the potential to overthrow General Kirigan, he should've. But the girl was clumsy, stubborn, awkward... 

Loud.

He heard her every day when she had free time away from Genya and whatever other practice had been thrusted upon her. Her footsteps were obnoxiously loud, her breathing even louder. She made flimsy attempts at hiding herself, choosing the most obvious of spots where she was still visible even if she ducked behind a shelf. Sure, she'd been a mapmaker before her discovery and all her training was for being a proper Grisha, but he'd seen children more sneakier than her. 

(Y/N) could feel her gaze stabbing into his back, distracting him from his reading. He'd changed reading spots six times since her arrival just days prior. Zoya had taken the hint after the third time, though of course, not after one last attempt at flirting that'd been promptly ignored. Stubbornness was a decent thing, especially for someone with her abilities. He preferred she wasted her stubbornness on someone else. But, he knew one way to frighten people. 

His hand dipped into his coat, fingers tracing the loops keeping his favorite throwing knife buckled to his waist. His fingers slipped around the cool handle, movements slow to not draw attention until he pulled it free of the loop and swiftly threw it in her direction. He heard it embed itself into the wood of the bookshelf, her surprised squeak, and the thud of a book falling onto the floor followed by a sharp curse. 

(Y/N) closed the book he'd been trying to read and turned around to face the Sun Summoner, watching her scramble to pick up the book she'd dropped on her foot. "I don't enjoy being watched." His sharp voice made her head raise and she clutched the book tight to her chest, clinging onto it like a child would to a toy. He cut the distance and tugged the knife out of the shelf, just mere inches from where her head had been. 

"I-I'm Alina." She finally spoke, slightly widened eyes glancing between his face and the blade.

"Everyone knows who you are, Sun Summoner." He responded and stepped away, returning to the table. He resisted the urge to sigh when he heard her follow. "I don't particularly care."

Her features seemed to brighten at that. "I've... I've noticed you spend quite a bit of time here." She said and placed her own book down on the table. Grisha Theory and Practice. A classic, if it weren't a bit boring. Alina traced the title over the book with her fingertip, her eyes darting between the book and his features. 

"Do you need something, Sun Summoner? Or are you feeling bored? I could ask Botkin to extend your lessons. I hear you're quite good." She was horrible but progress had been made, or so he heard.

"No!" She answered quickly and he nearly smirked at the terror in her voice. "I-I was just curious about you. And- please, just call me Alina. The Sun Summoner is quite a mouthful-"

"I'll call you whatever I like." (Y/N) had never been known for his sweetness and yet, she remained by the table. Her brows lifted slightly, taken aback by his sharp words again, and her eyes dropped back down to the table, just briefly. 

"What will..." She trailed off and swallowed, swiping her tongue over her lips and tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "What will you call me?"

"A bother." The answer came easily but she'd managed to make his brows furrow in perplexion. She was an odd little thing.

"That's quite enough, (Y/N)." General Kirigan's voice sliced through the air and (Y/N) spared the man a glance before turning his back to him and arranging the books on the table into a neat pile. "We don't treat our fellow Grisha in such a manner."

"Zoya's done worse." It felt childish, muttering like that.

"But you are not Zoya, are you?" General Kirigan stared into the back of his head before turning his attention to Alina. "I apologize for my brother's... attitude. He can be quite rude to those he doesn't know well."

"Brother?" Alina breathlessly repeated but before she could prod more, Genya's voice called for her from the doors. She bowed her head and stumbled over her feet before hurrying in the direction of Genya's voice. It wouldn't matter. Genya would tell her enough to quench her curiosity and leave the more important parts out. 

"It wouldn't kill you to be kind to her. At least pretend to care for her wellbeing." General Kirigan sighed. "We need her. She's important."

"You have Genya spying on her for you. You've spent the past few days trying to get her to fall for you. You'll have better luck finding the stag before that happens."

"And you wish to know why that is? Why she won't ever see me in such a light?" General Kirigan leaned against the table, his dark eyes watching him intently. 

"Because she's in love with the tracker? The one she writes letters to? Genya's shown me some of the letters. I'm surprised he's a tracker. One would think he's as blind as an old lady if he can't see her feelings for-"

"She may harbor feelings for him, yes." He nodded and (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, the look swirling in his eyes making him feel nervous. "But I'm afraid she doesn't speak of him as much as she does you. She asks about you often. I believe you've caught her eye instead, and for our plan to work, I need her completely and utterly on our side. Your new task is to ensure those feelings grow into genuine love. If you grow to care for her, you may keep her afterward."

"Aleksander-"

"I'm sure you'll carry out this task dutifully as always. Don't disappoint me."

[writertitan]

Perennial // Part 4

a/n: so sorry for the tumblr post delay, but hopefully this update makes it all worth it!

pairing: levi x fem!reader

overall themes: fantasy AU, strangers to lovers, traveling through realms, explicit content

part 4 themes: **NSFW** AND 18+ ONLY!! sexually explicit content the whole way through folks.

read part 3 here

“What do you want?” you mumbled, turning away from Levi to look out of the window again. It was infuriating to even be around him right now.

Levi said nothing at first, merely taking the initiative to lean against the wall beside you. Then, when you wouldn’t even look his way, he sighed, his eyes boring into you.

“You shouldn’t have gone off on your own—” he began, but you cut him off with a groan, moving to slap his arm and try to push him away. He easily dodged your attack, his face composed.

“If you’re just here to keep scolding me, you can leave,” you snapped. “I get it already. You don’t have to drill it into my head that you think I’m a dumb little human.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb. I just think you make dumb choices,” he clarified.

“That’s not exactly better,” you said with a frown, trying to swat at him again. This time, however, he caught your hand midair and squeezed it tight, rendering it immobile.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said. “You could stand to make that a little easier for me by just doing as I say.”

“Protect me from what?” you whispered, fighting back tears. “I thought Eldians weren’t as dangerous as our human myths made them out to be.”

“It’s not the Eldians out there that I’m worried about,” Levi said. “The Warriors you knew, they’ve got to know you’re missing by now. I’m willing to bet they not only know that you’re here, but that they had something to do with it. They’re looking for you.”

“That’s just a hunch, you don’t know for sure,” you said sharply.

Why were you still defending them, after everything? Were you still in denial?

“I know you were close with them, Emb, but I’ve known them for centuries. I’ve fought them for centuries. They’re not who you think they are,” he said.

You stood up to face him better, all too aware of the fact that he was still gripping onto your hand. Fresh tears, ones of anger and sorrow, threatened to trickle down your face.

“What if you’re the bad guy? Why should I automatically trust you?” you breathed out, your face inches from Levi’s.

Even Levi was starting to lose his composure, but he wasn’t getting angry; he was just as aware of the electric intensity in the room as you were, and it was affecting him like it was affecting you.

“They never told you who they really were, but I haven’t lied to you even once. Maybe I don’t want to answer your billions of questions, or I keep things on a need-to-know basis, but I try to be as honest as possible with you. Doesn’t that count for something?”

He was right.

The sting of knowing you’d been lied to for years came full force, and you bit your bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

You knew why you were still so defensive of your old friends. It was a reason you loathed, but you had to say it out loud.

“I still don’t want to believe that they deceived me. Because once I do accept it…,” you trailed off, and the hand that Levi was squeezing started to squeeze back. Not in malice, but as a way to seek comfort.

“I know,” Levi said, his eyes softening imperceptibly.

He didn’t need you to say the last part out loud.

But you both knew what you wanted to say. Once you accepted the betrayal as fact, everything would change. Instead of viewing them as people who made you feel safe, they would now make you feel scared for your life. All that you knew about trust and security would be questioned, and you would never be the same.

The last rays of sunlight slanted into the room, casting deep shadows on Levi’s face. He looked so certain and determined, and you calmed down a bit just by looking at him. He was the only one who could make you feel safe now.

Levi would protect you. Levi would keep you safe.

Gently, he let go of your hand and you started to reach for your face to wipe the remnants of your tears. To your utter shock, however, Levi beat you to it.

He was a little hesitant and awkward about it, but his thumb wiped a rogue tear from the corner of your eye, the touch as light as a feather. Such a small gesture made your heart flutter nonetheless. You found yourself leaning into his touch, hoping for more. But his hand slipped from your face, down to your shoulder, and he gave it the smallest of squeezes.

Without even thinking, you cupped his jaw with the hand he’d let go of, the feeling of wanting to be close to him suddenly overpowering you. He tensed up a little, clearly a little uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the gesture, but you gave him a shy smile. For a man who was constantly giving you very direct eye contact, he was struggling to meet your gaze now.

“If something happens to me on your watch, Captain Levi…,” you warned, clearly joking, and it worked to lighten the mood. Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes a little, slightly turning his head away from you, but noticeably not pulling away from your touch.

“Nothing is going to happen to you, Embla. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised, his eyes still focusing out the window.

The electricity in the room was nearly unbearable now, and it was driving you crazy that Levi wasn’t meeting your gaze, that he wasn't looking at you.

“Levi, look at me,” you whispered.

When he did as you asked, your heart skipped a beat.

Though you tried hard not to, you couldn’t help but graze your thumb over his lips, your touch as feather-light as his had been when he’d wiped your tear away. It was a ghost of a touch, but you felt Levi’s lips respond to it, and you swallowed thickly when you felt him lightly kiss the pad of your thumb. You slid your hand over his neck, instinctively pulling him closer.

The sky outside had dulled into muted blues now that the sun had set and night was approaching, and you knew you’d be hearing and seeing throngs of people soon enough. None of that mattered, though. All that mattered was that you were inching closer and closer to Levi, your mind fuzzy and focused only on him and what it would be like to finally close the space between you.

You’d never seen Levi’s eyes like this before, hazy and soft, and you liked that it was you that had coaxed that from him.

But at the last second, Levi tilted his face up to press his lips to your forehead, and you let a whoosh of air escape your lungs, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“I should go,” he murmured against your skin, causing you to frown. “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.”

“Don’t go,” you half-whispered, half-pleaded.

You tilted your head up, hoping to find out what it would be like to kiss him, but Levi moved his head back and created more distance between the two of you. It was barely a couple of inches of space, but it felt too much.

“We shouldn’t…get close like this,” he murmured, his thin eyebrows drawn together.

“Why?” The question came out before you even knew that you were asking it.

“I’m not even human, Emb,” he reminded you. “It’s just not possible for humans and Eldians to coexist on any level. Trust me, it’s better this way.”

The rejection stung hard, harder than any other rejection you’d faced before. Maybe it was because this was the first time that you allowed yourself to think of a future outside of the bleak reality you’d been facing back home, but you also felt like it was more than that. You just felt different with Levi, and it was getting clearer and clearer the more time you spent together.

“I don’t care,” you said stubbornly, and you instantly knew that it was true.

Damn every story you’d ever heard about Eldia. There was nothing evil about this place or its inhabitants.

There was nothing bad about Levi.

You didn’t care if the two of you weren’t the same. You didn’t care if you came from two different worlds.

And you were having a hard time believing that Levi did care about any of that.

Outside there were distant noises of people, like you’d heard the night before. You were supposed to draw the curtains and start getting ready for bed, but the energy in the room was still buzzing between you and Levi. The two of you hadn’t broken eye contact yet; Levi looked conflicted and you looked determined.

“If you truly believe what you’re saying, then you can walk out and we won’t go any further than this,” you whispered, feeling strangely out of breath. “But if you’re feeling what I’m feeling right now…stay.”

It nearly broke your heart when Levi wordlessly tore himself away from you, but you forced yourself to accept his answer. You bowed your head so he wouldn’t see your crestfallen expression, turning towards the window where small clusters of people holding lanterns were beginning to come into view and pass you by. You barely saw them, though; you were looking right through them, thinking of how to come to terms with what just happened.

You heard the door open and close, and you bit your lip to keep from tearing up. Your chest felt like it was on fire, that initial sting of rejection now burning you whole.

The electricity in the room hadn’t dissipated either – you thought it would have once Levi left, but it was as potent as ever, reminding you of how intense it had been to be so close to him like that, to touch him and be touched, even if it hadn’t gotten too far.

You had to pull yourself together.

So, you swallowed back your sorrow and took one last look out the window, envious of the smiling faces you saw, and moved back to draw the curtains shut, shrouding you in darkness.

You turned on the kerosene lamp on the bedside table, a warm glow flooding the room, and as you turned to the wardrobe to grab your pajamas, you gasped and froze in place.

“Levi?”

He hadn’t left. Even though you’d heard the door open and then close, he had stayed.

He had stayed.

From the dim light in the room, you could see hesitation still flickering in his eyes, but now it was combined with some other emotion.

Yearning.

It was almost undetectable, but it was there.

As soon as you noticed his presence, he was crossing the room to close the space between you again, and he yanked you into his chest before he angled his head to press a hard kiss to your lips.

It was exhilarating to have him like this, and the kiss alone was enough to have your head spinning. It had begun as such an intense kiss, an urgent kiss, but had gradually melted into something more languid and passionate.

The two of you only broke away to catch your breath, and even then, you were both still finding ways to be connected. Your hands were in Levi’s hair, body pressed against his, and his hands were fumbling around your waist, as if he didn’t know where to put them.

“I couldn’t go,” he admitted, “I can’t stay away from you, even if it’s the right thing.”

You gave a breathless smile as you tugged him towards the bed, your heart racing as the two of you toppled onto it, with him sitting on the edge and you straddling his lap. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t give him a response other than melding your lips with his again in hopes that he would get the message. To you, this was the right thing. Nothing had ever felt more right.

Your hips pressed into his as you kissed him, the both of you sighing in delight at the wonderful pressure it caused. You could feel Levi stiffen in his pants as you swayed your hips and, in an instant, he grabbed your thighs and nearly threw you onto the bed, with him hovering over you as he began leaving gentle kisses along your neck and jaw.

There was too much space between you again and it made you whine and arch your back, desperate to feel how hard he was.

Levi growled against your skin and followed through with your silent command, his hips pushing down into yours once again, keeping most of his weight on his hips.

You both shed your clothes quickly, until you were only in your undergarments. Your eyes hungrily scanned over Levi’s boxers, hands already itching to yank them down, but you also were very aware of the way his eyes raked over your body from head to toe, taking in every detail. Instinctively, you tried to cover yourself, but Levi was quick to pin your arms down to your sides, his eyes finally meeting yours.

He said nothing, just shook his head, and you melted like putty under his molten gaze as he admired you. When he felt you wouldn’t move your arms, he let go of them, his fingertips tracing over the curves of your breasts, and feeling the soft skin of your inner thigh.

While he familiarized himself with your body, you took the time to take in every detail of him, as well. He was pure muscle, but very lean. His skin was pale as moonlight, and glowed in the light of the kerosene lamp. The angular planes of his face dipped in and out of the shadows as he touched you, and you were so preoccupied with admiring his body, your hands eventually tracing over him the way he’d been doing, that you gasped in surprise when his hands finally went where you needed him the most.

Two of his fingers rubbed delicately between your legs, rubbing you over your soaked panties. Your hips jerked up into his touch, lips parted as a low whine left your throat.

Levi seemed to respond well to the sound, his fingers applying more force.

“Let me hear that again,” he murmured against your neck, his fingers moving in deliberate circles. It did the trick, and you found yourself tilting your head back to let out another breathless groan, feeling like putty in his hands as his head moved down to your chest. His free hand reached up to tug your bra down enough to expose your nipples, and then you felt the delicious warmth of his tongue as he took one in his mouth.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers buried in the soft strands as his tongue rolled along your nipple, fingers working at your clit. It was like he knew exactly which of your buttons to push in order to make you ignite for him.

You weren’t going to last long at all.

“I’m close,” you warned him in a shaky voice, hips writhing to try and feel more of his hand.

To your complete dismay, Levi lessened the pressure on your clit and released your nipple, kissing his way back up to your lips. You whined against them, arching into his body, but he pinned you down with his weight and took his hand away completely.

“Why’d you stop?” you gasped against his lips, the ache between your legs nearly painful.

“Let me take my time with you,” he responded, and his tone was filled with so much dominance that you immediately acquiesced.

Your hands inched down towards the waistband of his boxers, toying with it until you eventually tugged his boxers down, just enough to let his cock spring out. You gasped when it grazed between your legs, hot and heavy, and your hips bucked on instinct.

But Levi still didn’t give in. His hands were on your hips in an instant, pinning them down while he nipped and sucked at your neck.

You slipped a hand between the two of you, grabbing hold of him, and the growl he gave you made shivers of delight roll down your spine. But you were only able to give him a few slow strokes before he took one of his hands off your hips to grab your hand and still its movements.

Slowly, he helped you guide his cock between your legs, and your entire body ignited when you felt him slide himself over your slit, the motion slow and deliberate. A shaky groan left your throat, and you didn’t stop him when he pried your hand from his length, replacing it with his own to keep sliding himself along your cunt.

The sounds he was making made you throb, little grunts and groans that were only for your ears as he brushed his lips along your face, leaving small and quick kisses wherever he could.

He was absolutely torturing you with his cock, the way he was slowly gliding it between your folds, the head nudging against your clit every so often. He would only briefly prod against your entrance, just to tease you, and then it’d be back to slipping between your folds, gathering your slick. It was too much – but you wanted more.

“Levi,” you whined, “I want it.”

His lips were at your ear, those delightful grunts of his ceasing only so he could rasp, “What do you want?”

Before you could even answer, his cock nudged at your entrance, with more force this time. It wasn’t enough to fully enter you, but it was enough to make your head spin and earn him another one of your low whines that he obviously couldn’t get enough of.

You were getting close again and you had a feeling Levi could pick up on that, because he nearly stopped what he was doing altogether.

You tried to whine but he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, making your mind hazy with pleasure as you got lost in it. He kissed you again, and again, and again, until you were breathless, chest heaving.

As the ache inside of you grew, Levi timed himself well. He was edging you, waiting until the tide of your orgasm quelled before he picked up where he left off, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole again, even more this time.

You could see it in his eyes – he was just as desperate for you, and he couldn’t wait any longer. And you were done with being teased like this.

You gazed at him from under your lashes, hands scratching up his back until they were back in his hair as you whispered to him, “I want you.”

That was his undoing.

You gasped out as Levi finally pushed into you, his head lowering to the crevice of your neck as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Stars danced across your vision and your legs spread to accommodate him, your arms tightly wound around him to keep him as close as possible. Even now, fully connected, not even an inch of space separating the two of you, you wanted him closer. You were insatiable.

Levi brought his head up to capture your lips in his as he began thrusting into you, mesmerizing you with another breathtaking kiss and the way his hips collided with yours.

You breathed a moan not his mouth, muffled by the kiss, and Levi’s hips snapped roughly into yours. You arched your back, wanting him even deeper than he already was, your head swimming and hazy. There was only one thing on your mind, it was Levi, and wanting more. More, more, more.

It was like he could read your mind. He gave you one last peck before moving onto his knees, which earned a whine out of you – he was suddenly too far, and the sudden space between you wasn’t warm like he was. He immediately quelled you the moment the pads of his middle and forefinger touched your clit, light as a feather at first to coax a particularly desperate moan out of you. Bursts of pleasure flamed through you with each flick at your clit, until he eventually put more pressure on it and began rubbing in time with his thrusts, his free hand sliding slowly up your torso to cup one of your breasts.

You’d never felt like this before. Nobody had ever made you feel like this before. Every sense was heightened, like your soul had woken up. Each thrust that drove his cock deeper into you, each brush of his fingertips on your skin, each kiss he planted on your mouth, they all set you on fire. The pleasure of it all had taken you so much that you couldn’t even speak. You wanted to tell him how he made you feel, you wanted to spur him on, but all that escaped you were your pretty little moans.

And Levi – you never thought you’d see him like this. That composed mask was off, only for you, and you took in the beautiful sight of his hazy eyes and parted lips, those thin brows pulled together as he gave into his lust. Those piercing eyes were on you, moving from your face down to your chest, then further down to watch what he was doing to you between your legs. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, either. You were both addicted to one another.

The pleasure was building inside of you, making the muscles of your lower stomach tense. You stared at Levi as he stared at you, your pussy throbbing at the way his eyes were concentrated between your legs while he fucked you. Your walls squeezed around his cock involuntarily now that you were close, and Levi let out a surprised groan when he felt you constrict around him. In a flash, his eyes flitted to yours, trapping you in a hungry, lustful gaze. When you saw all that lust in his eyes, how much he wanted you, it pushed you over the edge.

Your back arched up as you came, legs locking around Levi’s hips to pull him closer. He didn’t ease up. Instead, he leaned down to kiss you as he sped up his thrusts, drinking in every sound you made as you rode through your high. Liquid warmth rushed through your veins, making you feel languid and elated.

It was obvious that Levi was close, too. His lips left yours to focus on your neck, planting firm kisses there until, with one final thrust, he bucked into you and muffled his grunt into the curve of your neck. He emptied himself inside you and you could feel it, along with every pulse of his cock. He was merely grinding against you as he finished, getting in a few last sensations of pleasure before letting your orgasms ebb away.

When you both caught your breath, Levi lifted his head and positioned himself to hover over you, his face mere inches from yours as he examined your face.

Neither of you said a word, but you didn’t want to break the silence, either. All you wanted to do was lay there and stare at Levi, and memorize the way he was looking at you with so much quiet fondness and gentleness. You knew that these looks were private, something only for you to see, and that he’d never be vulnerable like this out in the world. You’d have to savor these moments.

You angled your head up to peck his lips, just a quick and playful one, and it seemed to snap the two of you out of your trance.

“That was…,” you started, but trailed off, not able to find the words. Instead, you kissed him again, hoping to convey your feelings that way.

Levi pressed his forehead to yours for a moment, the two of you savoring your closeness one last time before he pulled out of you. Once he was comfortably situated next to you in bed, you curled up into his side, like you’d done the night before. Only this time, Levi had his arm securely around you, pulling you closer to him. You stared at his profile, admiring his strong jaw and high cheekbones, not caring if you were ogling. Even though his eyes were closed, you knew he could feel your eyes on him.

“It’s rude to stare,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully, ducking your head into his chest.

Levi gave your arm a small squeeze, and you closed your eyes as well as your mind began to go a mile a minute.

You’d never experienced anything close to that before. Not that sex hadn’t been enjoyable before, but…this was different. Levi had taken you to highs you didn’t think you could reach.

Was this the only time it would ever happen? The thought nearly made you feel sick. What if you went home tomorrow? What if this was the only time you’d be able to be with Levi like this?

Your stomach was twisting into knots.

This couldn’t be it. Not seeing Levi ever again, not being able to see what could happen between the two of you…it was almost painful to think about.

He had started tracing his fingertips along your skin, his breathing slow and steady, like he was about to go to sleep. You’d never felt safer.

This felt like home. This peace you felt in Eldia, the tug you felt towards Levi, it couldn’t be a coincidence. Maybe your “accidental” appearance in Eldia hadn’t been such an accident.

You let a hand glide over Levi’s stomach, feeling the taut muscles there as you whispered out your wish.

“I want to stay.”

[wcters]

𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

pairing: brad colbert x cowgirl!reader

word count: 1.5k+

summary: in which brad learns to love country in his own way

warnings: enemies (country style) to lovers, swearing, pda, insensitive jokes, outdated grammar and humour, army language, violence, use of guns, weapons | this is based on the fictional characters from the series generation kill, not the actual war veterans. this is no way intended to hurt or disrespect the veterans

You had known how to shoot a gun since you were a little girl. Not a marine style gun, but you know how to shoot a shotgun, and damn . . . Were you good. Those skills and the fact that you were a hard worker and had tough skin got you accepted to join the marines.

It was hard, especially around mostly men, and people who judged and doubted your every movement. But you were raised by your parents to believe in yourself, and you only needed yourself and some determination to get where you wanted to go . . . And that men were stupid (surprisingly, that one came from your father). That’s how you got here, cowboy hat on your head and bag and gear in hand as you walked towards the tent where you were sleeping. You had already talked to the Lieutenant colonel and were now being led by First lieutenant Nate Fick with a reporter from the Rolling Stone beside you.

You were making small chat, talking about why you were both here when you arrived at the tent. “Pappy. I gotta be at battalion for a while, so make sure nothing happens when I'm there,” Nate started as you stopped walking. You could’ve sworn you saw everyone’s mouth drop open. “This is a writer who's gonna embed with us. He's from Rolling Stone, so be gentle. This is Corporal Y/n Y/l/n and she’ll be joining us. Keep it in your pants.” He finished and headed out.

Pappy, as he was called, didn’t say anything before he finally shut his mouth. “Hey pretty mama-“ “don’t start that shit with me.” You told him. Men around you started to laugh. “Listen up!” You yelled out. “Number one: I don’t want to suck your dick and two: i will take your dick off if you touch me,” you looked around the room. “Now, if you would show me where I’m staying that would be much appreciated.” Brad could hear the southern twang in your voice and swore that even though his dick got hard from seeing a girl as hit as you, you would be annoying. He hated country.

Soon enough, you were headed away from base after some pizza and had learned who you would be with: the reporter who’s name was Evan, Brad Colbert, Ray Person, and Gabriel Garza. You sort of knew what you were expecting from them when Ray and some other guys found out Evan wrote beaver hunt, but it was a bit awkward when you first got in.

You had your gun out the window, focusing on the scenery ━━ if you could call it that ━━ instead of the silence when Ray started to talk. “So . . .” he started as Brad mumbled a “oh no”, “where are you from?” “Texas. Small little town in the buttfuck middle of Texas.” You told them, eyes still focused on the area around you. “Are you a cowgirl then?”

You raised your eyebrow and turned to look at him. “Sure. I mean, depends on what you mean by that.” “Oh you know . . . Like cowgirl. Like close to country but not country.” “Cowgirl is country.” You and Brad said at the same time. Ray looked at Brad, and then winked. “You guys are telepathic right now.” You let out a laugh and let Ray continue to rant on.

“Headed down south to the land of the pines, and I’m thumbin’ my way into North Caroline.” You started to sing softly when Brad let out a grunt. “No country.” You raised an eyebrow. “He hates country.” Ray clarified. “Oh, I guess we might have a problem then,” you replied, “you won’t like me.”

You were right. Brad didn’t like you. He knew you tried to stop being so much like yourself, but you were a literal cowgirl. Like if someone told him “picture a cowgirl” there you were. You and Ray always broke out into country songs and the southern twang is yours was just too much for him. Brad didn’t really want to get to know you, but when you two were on watch one night while everyone else in the Humvee slept, it couldn’t be helped. That is when Brad learned about who you truly were. You were totally as “country” as he thought, but you had a normal childhood. You went to school, had friends, and everything else Brad did. You weren’t homeschooled and didn’t have thousands of pigs and chickens. You had chickens, and horses, but no pigs . . . Or cows.

He learned about your dad and how he taught you to shoot, how he encouraged you to join the marines if that’s what you wanted, having to fight twice as hard to get the third of the recognition. It was nice talking to you, he realized, and revealed a lot about his childhood than he would’ve to anyone else. He didn’t know it yet, but there were feelings blooming in his chest, and yours too.

To everyone’s surprise ━━ except for Ray, because even though they acted like they hated each other, he knew Brad like the back of his hand ━━, you and Brad started to get along. After that night on watch, you both realized the other wasn’t as bad as you both thought. You thought Brad as an egotistical asshole to put it lightly, but you would still work with him and save his life (even if it was just because you didn’t want to do a fuck load of paperwork and make him say thank you), and then you learned who he actually was.

He was a marine who cared even if he didn’t act like it, be always put people first before him, and was a gentleman at heart. You two became a duo and were always seen together. Brad had become accustomed to you songs and would sometimes join in when you weren’t looking. You two would flirt with each other, and not knowing , you both meant it.

Well, you didn’t know the other meant what they said until there was a close enough call where one of you got confident enough.

You didn’t know it yet, but it was close to the end of the war. You, Gabe, Colbert, and Trombley were surveying a field outside of Al Kut as Humvee’s drove on the road beside you. You had come across a dead Iraqi in a firing position. “They all got blankets on to

hide their heat signatures, right, Sergeant Colbert?” Trombley asked as you all gathered around the dead man. “A week ago, they didn't know we could see their thermals at night. Now they're adapting.” Brad replied. You snorted, “Brad hate to break it to you, but I don’t think it worked for him.”

All of a sudden there was an explosion in front of you and you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you down as the person who was holding you yell “get down!” You couldn’t hear what was happening around you, only Brad’s voice in your ear reassuring you it was going to be okay.

None of you moved until the shooting stopped. Brad kept his head down as he grabbed your radio and spoke into it. “Two Actual, this is Two One. Who the fuck is shooting at us?” “I’d like to know that too.” You added. “Fuckin' L.A.P.D. cops from Delta! They fucking love shooting Mexicans.” Gabe spoke up from beside you and you looked up and turned to him.

“It was Alpha, Gabe. Alpha. Mistakes happen.” Brad looked at him, then tried to get up. He helped you up and let your waist go. “Not mistakes like that, Brad.” You replied. “Everyone likes to shoot Mexicans, even Mexicans.” Trombley said.

The group of you started walking back to the group of Humvee’s on the road. “What was that back there, Mr. Colbert?” You teased him. “Pretty handsy if you asked me.” “No one asked you.” He shot back, small smirk on his face. “No, but don’t want to know if I liked or not?” “I know you did, not shut the hell up and kiss me.”

He roughly grabbed your waist again and pulled you in, pressing your lips to his. There were sounds of whistling and “Brad’s getting some!” but you didn’t give them any attention as you wrapped your hands around his collar and pulled him closer. When you pulled apart, your foreheads leaning together as your breath mingled with the others.

“You’re a dickhead, Brad Colbert.” You smiled. “Likewise, cowgirl.”

“I lost faith in the world a long time ago,” Brad said to you as you sat on the front of the Humvee, soaking in the few moments with these people who you learned to trust with your life, “but when I found you, you were my last hope . . . You still are.” You smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around you. “Even if you are a whiskey tango fuck.”

You shoved him a little bit he kept his arm around you and just pulled you into him tighter. “Hope you know that this means you’ll have to be around my whiskey tango attitude all the time.“ “I’ve become used to it.”

[wakandas-vibranium]

Not a Virgin

-- Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

-- Warning(s): 18+ minors DNI 👁️ smutty smut, age gap(legal), kissing, swearing, teasing, dirty talk, oral/fingering(v receiving) unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight dom!joel if you squint, praise kink, you like it rough and of course Joel obliges.

-- Word Count: 3.7k

-- Summary: You are on your usual afternoon patrol in Jackson with your usual group and the guys your age won’t stop questioning your nonexistent sex life. 

-- A/N: Sorry, no beta reader(nobody likes me on this app) There shouldn’t be too many mistakes though. Please like, comment and reblog!

You’ve been in Jackson for a little over three years now and you were grateful. The outbreak turned your life upside down and seemed determined to take everything and everyone you loved. 

You were surprised to not only find a new home in Jackson but also a new found family you’ve grown to care deeply for. You got close to Maria quickly because she reminded you of your mom’s sister. She was the spitting image of your Auntie Giselle. Maria was kind enough to help you keep your locs in tip top shape. She was very sweet, but also a very firm when needed. 

You weren’t super close with the hundreds of people here in Jackson, but a good 20 or so had your back and they knew without a doubt that you had theirs. 

You were currently on your afternoon patrol with your usual group: You, Felicia, Melvin, Josh, and Joel. Your group patrolled the gate entrance Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 2pm to 8pm. 

It was a quarter to 7pm and you were ready for this patrol shift to be over. Not only because you were starving, but also because Josh wouldn’t shut the fuck up. As per usual, but today you were more miffed because you were hungry. Hangry. 

“I’m not a virgin, Josh. I just haven’t gotten any in 4 years.” You reluctantly explained to the taller man. 

Melvin and Felicia made taunting noises of pity and you rolled your eyes at them. Not everyone was as lucky as them to fuck like rabbits every chance they got. Joel of course didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was listening. His shoulders straightened and his grip on the gun loosened. Definitely a dead giveaway. 

“Well, don’t you miss orgasms?”

“Of course I do.” You huffed. 

“Damn, why so long then?”

“Because my husband died 4 years ago, you nosey asshole and I haven’t found anyone interesting enough to let fuck me.” 

“Well, no need to look any further, Y/N. I’m right here.” Josh boasted, holding up his hands as he did a full spin. 

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, waving off his no game having ass, “I want a real man, Josh. Not you.” 

Josh had been in Jackson almost two years now and he’s been a real gigantic pain in everyone’s ass, but he’s still family. Sort of. Yes, he was young and his bronze skin was gorgeous, but his impulsivity on patrols and all around arrogance was a major turn off. 

Plus, you fancied older guys with brown eyes anyway. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m 31 just like you. If that ain’t grown then I don’t know what is.” 

“Well, maybe she’s into more mature dudes.” Melvin pointed out. You grinned at him and nodded in thanks. He was one of the few men your age who used his brain every now and then. 

“Well, how old was your husband?” Josh continued to prod. 

Felicia rolled their eyes at Josh’s invasiveness. He’d always intrude carelessly but it was still annoying. 

“My husband was 10 years older than me, but there’s more to being a real man than age, Josh.” 

“Like how?”

“Well, my husband took his time to learn my body. He was the type of man to make sure I finished twice before he did. Does that sound like you?”

“Hell yeah it does.” He lied right through his crooked teeth.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” You disagreed, “Cause from what I’ve heard, you cum after four pumps and all that tells me is that you’d be a waste of a fuck.” 

Melvin and Felicia snickered loudly while Joel at least attempted to hide his chuckle with a cough. Josh flushed as he stood there in embarrassment. 

Good. 

He talked too damn much. He should’ve just stood there and shut the hell up like the rest of y’all who were on patrol did.

Josh frowned at Joel as he noticed the older man covering his grin, “And just what the hell are you laughing at old man? You’re so scary nobody here wants to fuck ya.” 

“That’s not true.” Felicia laughed as they shook their pointer finger. 

“Definitely not true.” You chimed in, laughing even harder at Josh’s horrified face when Melvin nodded in agreement. 

“So, what?” Josh huffed, gesturing wildly to where Joel was perched, “You won’t fuck me, but you’ll fuck Miller? Are you serious?” 

“I’m sure Miller can last more than four pumps, so yeah...” You shrugged. 

Joel still didn’t utter a word, but he raised a curious eyebrow at you, no longer covering his knowing smirk. You shot him a soft smile before turning back to Josh’s aggravating ass. 

You had a thing for Joel that you refused to let be known. The older Miller was a mystery and simultaneously he reminded you of your late husband. You knew getting involved with Joel wasn’t a good road to go down for several reasons. However, there was a tiny voice in the back of your head and a deep ache between your legs that wanted you to push that big red, Joel Miller button and have as much fun as you could. 

“8pm switch!” Tommy called from the ground. 

Thank all the beings in the world for Tommy. You couldn’t hear any more comparisons from Josh or you were going to toss his giant ass over the railing. 

It was dinner time. 

Your patrol group usually ate dinner together for about an hour or so. 

Today was Wednesday which meant Joel stayed later because Ellie was spending the night at Dina’s. There’s no particular reason why you knew this information. You just did. 

Tonight they were serving stewed beef and potatoes. One of your favorites. You all prepared your plates and grabbed a half bottle of whiskey before sitting down at your usual table.

Josh moved to sit down next to you, but Felicia and Melvin swung their feet under the table and slammed them down next to you, making it impossible for Josh to sit down.

“Sorry Joshy,” Felicia started, “This table is for people who don’t cum quick.” 

You and Joel choked on a piece of meat and you refused to look up at Josh. Cause if you did you’d lose it.

Joel would never admit it, but he looked forward to patrols with your group and dinner. He was grateful to spend time with people other than his brother and surrogate daughter. 

A few months ago he started paying attention to the heated looks you’d give him when you thought he wasn’t looking. Still, he wasn’t gonna say anything. 

“I don’t cum in four pumps,” Josh growled. 

“Well, three pumps then.” Melvin shouted. 

You took a sip of your whiskey to refrain from making a guffawing noise. 

Josh shook his head and stormed off, “Fine. I’ll just eat outside you fuckers.” 

Dinner went very nice that evening. Everyone was more relaxed and in a good mood. Melvin started asking about your husband and you could tell Felicia thought it made you uncomfortable, but it really didn’t. You were glad to have friends to talk about your late husband with now. 

“Did y’all have any kids?” Melvin asked as he stabbed his last potato and shoved it into his mouth. 

“Nah, we didn’t really want kids. Plus I was born without a uterus so…” You trailed off awkwardly. 

You chanced a quick glance at Joel to see if he was listening and you jerked slightly when his intense eyes met yours. 

Fuck. Real smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. 

“What about you two? You gestured toward the energetic couple and grinned at them, “You two fuck so much I’m surprised Fel’s not already pregnant.” 

“My pull out game is strong.” Melvin grinned back at you. You held out your fist for him to bump and laughed softly when he did. 

“Was it Infected that killed your husband?” 

“Melvin!” Felicia admonished as they slapped their partner’s arm.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured, “I’m at a place where I can talk about him now.” 

“Are you sure?” Felicia asked.

You nodded at them as you gave a small smile. 

“My husband and I were headed to a QZ in Atlanta. Things were going pretty well until a bomb went off 10 steps in front of us. I was a few paces behind him so he took most of the damage.” 

“Fireflies?” Joel asked as he sat forward, leaning his arms against the table.

You looked at him and nodded, “Fuckin’ fireflies, man.” 

“Marlene loves her fuckin’ bombs.” Felicia grunted.

Felicia and Melvin left a little before nine, leaving you and Joel there. Joel didn’t say much, but it was clear he enjoyed listening to you talk. It was a little after nine and you were ready to head home so you could masturbate, shower and go to bed. 

“I killed her.” Joel whispered as he leaned closer to you across the table.

“Who?” You whispered back as you peered into his intense brown eyes. 

“Marlene.” 

“H-how?” 

“I shot her twice.”

You don’t know if it was the one shot of whiskey, a full belly or if it was the sheer knowledge of Joel bringing justice to your husband’s killer, but you started giggling. 

Joel’s dark eyes widened in surprise and he only began to chuckle once you let out a full blown cackle. You both quieted your sounds as you received weird looks from some of the kitchen staff. You motioned for him to scoot closer so he would hear your breathless question. 

“Did she beg for her life?” You asked before bringing your half empty glass of water to your lips. 

“A bit.” Joel admitted as he shrugged nonchalantly. 

Your whole face lit us as you choked on your water, bursting into giggles again. It was the way he said it and how he tried to stop the corners of his lips from turning up, but you caught it. Joel let out a full blown belly laugh. It almost sounded like it hurt him to laugh. You wondered how long it’s been since he’s allowed himself to laugh like that. 

He should laugh more often. He had a dazzling smile and dimples that were partially hidden by his beard.

“You have a heart stopping smile Joel. You should smile more.” You reached out your hand and traced the outline of his lips. 

“I like your hair.” He complimented as he traced one of your locs, squeezing it curiously between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Oh?” You beamed at him. Unable to stop your body from getting warm at the slightest touch from him. 

“Yeah it’s kind of like Maria’s but a little longer.” 

“You can pull on it while you fuck me from behind back at my place.” You propositioned.

Joel stood up as he gathered your trays and cups to throw away, “After you.” He gestured to the dining hall exit. 

Luckily, your house was not far from the dining hall. It was surely closer than Joel's. Joel picked you up as soon as you opened the door. You let out a shriek and wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed him hungrily as he walked through the doorway, into the kitchen, and sat you on the counter. You nearly forgot he came over before to repair a few broken windows, which explains why he was so familiar with your house.

“Joel?”

“Yeah?” He breathed as he unbuttoned your yellow top. 

“You should shut and lock the door.” He took one look at the wide open front door before looking back at you with crimson cheeks. 

While he moved to close the door, you finished taking off your shirt and jeans. When he returned to the kitchen, you were still there where he left you, but only in your bra and underwear. You bit your bottom lip in response to him gawking at you and the erection in his blue jeans.

Once he was within arm's reach of you, you pushed two fingers behind his leather belt and pulled him in between your legs. 

You made quick use of unbuttoning the blue jean sweater he had on and once you had access to his full neck you licked a wide stripe before sucking a mark there. 

“Oh,” He murmured softly, “You like leaving a mark, huh?”

“Mhm, you’re mine.” 

“Damn right.” 

“Take me to my bed, please.”

“Your room’s still down the hall, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded. 

He picked you up and took slow steps towards your bedroom. Once you made it in your room he kicked the door shut before plopping you down onto your surprisingly comfortable mattress. You still haven’t gotten used to its fluffiness. 

Joel uncinched your bra and flung it across the room. He kissed your breast tenderly while placing his palms on either side of you, boxing you in. 

He leaned back to admire the wetness between your spread legs and let out a groan as he palmed himself through his pants. You were soaking wet.

“Goddamn you’re wet.” 

“All for you.” You hummed happily as he helped you out of your underwear. 

He leaned down on his forearms, big hands resting on top of your lower abdomen, licking a warm stripe up your wet slit. You jerked slightly in anticipation of the touch. It had been a long time since you had been handled in this way. You were almost positive that you were going cum within minutes. 

“You don’t have to finger me, you know?”

“Hmm? You don’t like being fingered?”

“No, I love it actually. It’s just that…when you finally slide your dick into me…”

“Yes?” He urged as he added a second finger and began to suck on your clit. 

“I like it to hurt a little bit.” You rushed out, biting back an obscene moan. 

“Naughty girl,” Joel quipped, adding a third finger, “I’m still gonna finger you a bit. I’m on the larger side.” 

“Oooh baby,” You let the pet name slip, moaning loudly, “I mean Joel—fuck!”

“No, you had it right the first time.” Joel chuckled, hooking his thick fingers upward and twisting them at a much faster pace. 

“Shit it feels so good.” You panted as he kissed your soft inner thighs gently. The complete opposite of what his fingers were doing. 

“Joel, I’m cu—“

“—I know, baby. I can feel it. Cum for me. I need you nice and wet for the good ole poundin’ I’m about to give you.” His filthy words, coupled with the sensual inflection in his voice, were enough to drive you home, your moans growing louder as he talked you through the best orgasm you'd had in years.

As you writhed against the bed, your fingers pulled at his soft silver-streaked brown waves. You couldn't decide whether you fancied his mouth or his fingers more. Either way, 10s across the board.

Joel backed up to remove his pants and underwear before settling both his knees on the bed. His hungry, chestnut eyes bore into yours as he jerked himself slowly in one hand. He smirked as your gaze drifted to his hard dick, mouth watering at the enticing sight. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip in anticipation. You wanted to taste him so bad. 

“Don’t get too excited. We’re savin’ that for another time,” He said as he motioned for you to turn around, “Hands and knees.” 

Once you assumed the position, Joel pulled you back against his hips to line his thick cock up with your entrance. In one swift motion, Joel was fully seated inside you. He stretched you pretty good with his fingers and you were soaked, but it still pierced a bit as you adjusted to him. It was that good kind of hurt that you missed. Joel had to be seven or eight inches in length, but his girth was astounding. 

You guess your luck was finally starting to come back around. 

You were already losing your mind, and he had only just slid inside you. You knew you weren't going to last. Joel pulled all the way out and slammed back inside, moving you higher up the bed. He thrusted a third and fourth time, and that tight coil in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm caught you both off guard. You had no choice but to lean forward into the pillow and scream as your thighs shook violently.

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Sleeping neighbors be damned. You'd been holding on to it for four long ass years. The orgasm was more than pleasant, but you knew the older man had more in mind for you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. I guess you’re giving Josh a run for his money, huh?” Joel teased as he gently rubbed your thick quivering thighs. 

If the circumstances were different, the utter surprise in Joel's voice would have made you snort. You were too busy cumming your brains out and sinking your teeth into the pillow to find any amusement at the time being.

“You good to go or do you need a minute?” He asked, smug as ever. Your head was still buried in the pillow, but you could hear the smugness in his voice clear as day. 

You lifted your head and cast a smoldering glance over your shoulder at him, “Shut up and fuck me.” 

“Yes ma’am,” He smirked as he lined himself up again and sank in until he bottomed out. 

“Ugh,” He grunted, “The way you wrap around me is gonna be a problem.” 

You giggled at the peculiar way he told you your pussy was tight as fuck. You rocked back into his slow thrusts, finding a flawless rhythm.

“Jo—Joel! Shit, you fuck me so good.” You whined as you reached under your thighs and played with his balls. 

“Goddamnit!” Joel cursed as his thrusts faltered just a tad. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Takin’ every single inch I give you.” He praised, angling his hips before starting up at a merciless pace. 

Goddamn.

This man knew just what to say to get you over that fucking edge. 

The lack of a full-body mirror in your bedroom was bittersweet. You knew Joel must have looked downright mouth watering while he drilled into you from behind. You were also mindful that your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and that you were an incoherent slobbering mess.

Joel gathered as many of your medium locs as he could in one hand and yanked them back while his other hand gripped your waist and his hips brutally slapped against your soft, round ass.

The entire fucking room sounded like mouse traps going off.

“Fuuuck,” You cried out, eyes shutting tightly, “I can’t believe I’m cummin’ again.” 

“That’s alright,” he encouraged, letting out a low, guttural groan as he felt your walls clench around him once again, “Give it to me.” 

As you came, he landed two hard slaps on your bouncing asscheeks. Your mouth fell open in a silent O. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling, but Joel sure as hell did. You couldn’t remember ever feeling so blissed out like this. Has it really been that long? Or have you just never had this level of sex? Something to ponder about in the morning. 

Joel trailed steamy kisses down your sweat glistened back, scraping a fingernail down the back of your thigh as you rode out your consuming climax. 

He flipped you on your back in one hasty motion, tapping your sensitive clit with his swollen tip and slurping your hardened nipple into his hot mouth as he lined himself up with your drenched entrance.

He hovered over you, gazing into your lust filled eyes as he raised an eyebrow, “Do we need a break?” 

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Joel.” You huffed impatiently, slapping his backside for good measure. 

He shook his head fondly at you before plunging back inside you. His smile vanished swiftly as you both let out a ridiculously high-pitched moan.

You wrapped your legs around him even tighter and clung to his arms and shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress. You sobbed a moan as hot tears began to pool in your eyes as you were railed into a purer level of ecstasy with each calculated thrust.

“Are those tears, angel?” Joel slowed his pace, fucking into you deep and slow. 

“Yes. Hap—happy tears. I never thought I’d be able to experience pl—pleasure like this ever again.” You admitted breathlessly. 

“Thank me.” He ordered, licking the escaped tears that streamed down your cheeks.

“Thank you,” You praised, whimpering softly as he found that sweet spot inside of your core. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him wherever your lips could land. His cheek. His nose. His bearded chin, “Thank you. Thank you Joel for fuckin’ me so good.” 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

“Fuuuuck,” Joel whined as your praises got to him, “You’re welcome, sweet baby.” 

Joel locked his lips against yours in a desperate kiss, both moaning as your tongues danced together. His unrelenting thrusts and needy kisses were causing you to run out of air, but you couldn’t give a damn. If this was how you were gonna go out then so be it.

“You’ve fucked me into oblivion so now it’s your turn to cum. Please Joel.” You panted, eyes blown wide with anticipation. 

“Mmm,” He gasped as he felt his end nearing, “Where do you want it?” 

“Cum inside me.” 

His movements faltered for a brief moment as he thought about something then nodded his head in agreement. 

“Okay.” He grunted as he buried his face into your neck, sucking a bruise onto your shoulder. 

“Please, baby,” You begged as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, “Give me all of it.”

“I’m cummin’, baby.” Joel warned, panting as his rocks lost their rhythm and became more erratic. The first stripe that shot inside of you made you shiver and you jolted right along with Joel. 

“Ahhh!” You would have let out an ear-piercing scream if your voice hadn't already been shot to hell. Another climax ripped through you. You bit your bottom lip and clung to Joel for dear life as you both shook with pleasure. 

“That’s one for the history books.” Joel blurted as he snuck a quick peek at you before settling back down along your spent body.

You both burst out laughing as you tried to calm your hash pants. 

Both of your untamed laughs eventually turned soft giggles then into steady breaths, and within 10 minutes the room was filled with soft snores.

[sofiadragon]

Coming soon in Stripped Down and Rebuilt...

When the rat poked his head out, likely puzzled by not hearing the boys climb onto the bed adjacent to his hiding place, Severus dropped the web of spells he’d been weaving near the ceiling. A rainbow of revealing, negation, reversing, and stinging magic swirled down to envelop the rat. Pettigrew squealed in shock the same way he had at twelve years old as he returned to human form, his sudden bulk lifting the bed. Severus thought he was ready for this, he’d been anticipating it for months. It was a bit like popping the lid off of a pressurized system. All the boiling hot rage, his distilled grief and pain, and the liquid violence he kept a tight lid on in his day to day flashed into vapor in an instant, expanding to fill every corner of his mind and body and overwhelming him in its intensity. The shockwave moved through him, blasting formless magic across the room toward the frantically scrabbling man half-caught beneath the bed. “Snape, oof, Snape please, you know how dangerous Sirius is! I was scared for my life. Please, mercy,” the rat groveled. Severus had no mercy in him for this creature. Curses rolled off his tongue that could get him six months in Azkaban at best, but the deceptively agile man freed himself from the furniture Severus’ rage had helped tip over and escaped the sloppy spells Severus cast with shaking hands. “It’s your fault she’s dead,” Severus wailed. “You sold them to the Dark Lord! For what?” “No! No, that was Sirius!” “Then why are you still alive?” The words tore out of him like shrapnel from a bomb. Severus launched himself at Pettigrew, who was stocky and slightly shorter than Severus, a change from when they were young and Severus had always been the smallest in his year. Sectumcempra took off three more of the rat’s fingers, this time on his wand hand, and then Severus raised his left hand, holding his silver potion master’s knife. Pettigrew twisted, but Severus was faster. He slashed down to embed the blade in the stocky man’s shoulder. They grappled, and the knife came free. Accuracy honed from dissecting animals for potion ingredients guided the second stab into the joint, rendering the rat’s right arm useless, but Pettigrew was left-handed and had pulled a wand from somewhere. There wasn’t much room for spell casting, and he was dimly aware of the children screaming along with Pettigrew as warm blood coated Severus’ left hand. “You should have died protecting them.” “That’s the pot calling the cauldron, isn’t it?” Pettigrew said when he got his breath back. The rat raised his wand, but Severus didn’t give him enough room to cast. Pure-bloods knew nothing of the kind of brawls Severus had been in. Fights fought with teeth, elbows, and fists instead of wands on the streets of Cokeworth gave him an edge in close quarters that had ended several who’d seen more than Severus wanted them to during the war. Even muggle-born wizards were afraid of snapping their wands in a grapple, and few had the magical power or mental focus to cast at full strength when they didn’t have free movement of their wand arm. “You were a Death Eater in the inner circle! You wanted Lily for yourself after James and Harry were dead!” “I was protecting her the only way I could!” Severus screamed, managing to fire off a close-quarters blasting curse that punched into the rat’s side and exploded the side table behind him. “Of course I begged Him for mercy, just as I begged Dumbledore to protect her!”

Time for some revenge.

[heaventree13]

How Jikook Found Me

Hi anyone who happens upon this!

**I'm going to preface this with the information that I don't know how to link stuff, embed etc, so hopefully my attempts to do so will work!!**

I've been thinking of doing a "how I discovered jikook" post forever, because I love coming across other's similar stories, and was inspired this morning by @jiminieloved post below:

We discovered jikook at pretty much exactly the same time, if in slightly different ways.

I first joined instagram around October 2019, after only being on facebook prior to that (I had started a twitter account at some point, but had never used it), and somehow the algorithm decided I would be interested in Larry Stylinson. I don't know why. I knew who One Direction were, but didn't really listen to them. I didn't know what a "ship" was, except for "Bennifer" and "Brangelina", and that's not even really the same thing, is it? Anyhoo- it turned out I was a bit of a Larry. They were adorable and what I saw was compelling at the time.

Then, of course, the algorithm started throwing in some other ships for my consideration, and along came the vmin ship videos.

I had no idea who they were at first. I had heard of BTS, vaguely recalled seeing them on some entertainment news program once, but (much to my chagrin, as I could have been listening to them earlier), hadn't paid attention. I'm embarrassed and a little ashamed to say I just remember they all had different coloured hair, were so impossibly pretty, and thought they were likely just a fad.

Don't hate me!! I would fight to the death for all 7 of them now!!!

But I digress! So, I thought vmin were so sweet. Nothing necessarily romantic there to my eyes, but I had an open mind about it, and I had never seen that kind of affection between males. I ate it up. I'm a 50 year old female (46 at the time), and from Canada, and this was so outside my personal experience. I adopted them into my heart. I watched everything I could find on instagram.

And then some stray jikook content started sliding in.

And I got worried. What about my vmin babies? Was my mischievous little V ( I didn't know him as Tae Tae yet) going to get his heart hurt? Of course, I was seeing stuff that had already happened years before in most cases, but all very new and "real time" to my heart, that was slowly turning a vivid purple without my knowledge 💜. But what I was seeing in jikook was quickly becoming undeniable in my eyes.

And I was blown away. My heart remembered what it was like to believe the stories I read and watched in romantic books and movies when I was young. I had decided that was all just the stuff of fiction, and that maybe I was a fool to have believed in it. But no- these two young Korean men were putting Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth to shame! In real life!! I had to slide over to YouTube. I had to start searching stuff like "the way Jungkook looks at Jimin":

And I was able to reconcile vmin and jikook for what I believe it is- no animosity, no competition (at least romantically) because it's two different kinds of love, both just as real. Not that I don't see moments in the content where I think our Tae Tae felt left out, but our babies (all seven of them) had all lived together and done everything together for so long, I think their relationships are not like anything most of us will ever experience or be able to fit into any tidy relationship categories. They are so much more than that.

Somewhere in my searches I found this excellent 3-part commentary by @mimiandkookie4607 :

And this then this favourite by @themooniswaitingforus (who also makes some really beautiful song edits ,btw) :

Then I started wanting to watch original content, so I joined WeVerse and VLive. And then of course, as will happen, I fell in love with all 7 of our amazing, hard working, passionate, talented, brave, fun, impressive young men. I will love and support them until they are old men (or at least much older, as I won't be around as long as I fervently hope they will).

There is more, of course. So much more, but I've run out of steam for today! I do want to say that I joined tumblr because of jikook, as well. I first discovered @dalloga through the Korean Perspective video (they haven't been active for a little bit, but it's worth it to go read their blog, for those who haven't), and then @stormblessed95, and went further down the proverbial rabbit hole from there.

Thank you for reading. Stay positive. Be kind. Seek out happy!

[themirokai]

For my new followers: I’ve been watching Person of Interest really slowly and posting reactions to each episode with gifs. Check out the tag #miro does poi if you’d like to see more. Or, ya know, blacklist it.

POI 03x23: Deus Ex Machina

I thought some parts of this episode worked and some did not. Gonna do some big overarching thoughts, then call out some specific moments.

I generally liked Collier as a villain. Some of that is an affinity for Leslie Odom Jr., but as I said in a prior post I also really like villains who have a point but take it too far. And I thought Odom played him really really well. The guy is crazy charismatic and brought every ounce of that to bear in this role.

So I felt a bit let down by the trial as culmination of his arc. It’s just… kind of dumb? Like did they actually believe that doing this show trial at gun point - of two political operatives and three people no one knew - was going to … what? Convince people to rise up against the government and demand greater privacy rights? Or was it to make themselves feel better about killing the people responsible for Northern Lights? It just seems pretty half-baked for a character who I felt had been previously set up to be intelligent and driven.

And I didn’t really like the reveal that Greer had been pulling the strings the whole time. It made sense for the broader Samaritan plot but it undermined everything about Collier. I think I would have preferred if they just had Decima influence how the trial went rather than have them be responsible for the entire Vigilance movement.

The trial did create the set up for Harold to be self-sacrificing. Again. Still. Some more.

So much of Harold’s actions throughout the series seem to be motivated by guilt. Actually, remorse is probably more accurate. He only thinks he’s important in terms of what he can do for others. BRB my heart is breaking.

Another thing that got my wheels turning was this part with Control where she gives her experience on 9/11 as her motivation for undertaking the surveillance program, and I’m interested in how that reads to younger people and people who aren’t American.

I was 17 on 9/11 and it isn’t much of an exaggeration to say that you could feel the country change in real time. Control’s story of having the rest of her life motivated by that day isn’t at all rare. I know several people who signed up for the military on 9/12 or shortly thereafter.

Probably most of the people using this site weren’t even born on 9/11 and I wonder if Control’s story comes off as contrived or manipulative to you. I know that for me, I do feel the remove of 22 years. I know that 9/11 jokes and memes are pretty common now. But I don’t think that was the case when this aired. I think we were still too close to it then, and Control probably came off as sympathetic or at least doing the wrong thing for the right reason. I’m not sure this part of the show has aged well. But also Camryn Manheim’s performance is fantastic.

I find it super interesting that when I try to use gif search, the majority of gifs that come up, and the first ones, are ALL Shoot. I’m not sure if that’s because there’s just more of them or if Shoot fans tag their stuff differently or what. I didn’t embed any here because this was getting lengthy, but this scene was great, they have excellent chemistry, and I generally love how their dynamic is developing.

Fusco’s arrival was fantastic because I’m always happy when he shows up but also Root … apparently sent a message on??? with??? Bear? We’re not going to interrogate the mechanics of how Root got Bear out of the library while she was going after Samaritan but I was very glad Bear was there too.

Also! Fusco still doesn’t know about the Machine!!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Oh look, Hersh ends up being great and I’m kind of attached to him now. Of course he’s dead at the end.

Let’s talk about the Rinchiness. As always, we have John’s single-minded determination to get Harold back for the majority of the episode.

But then there is this oh so gentle and affectionate scene that I suspect lives in every Rincher’s heart.

Sigh.

And the ending. Goddamn the ending was gutting. RIP Library.

That’s a wrap on season 3! Thanks for sticking with me, y’all. Reminder that my ask box is open if you want to share your thoughts!

[imastrangeone98]

The Room Where It Happened - Chapter 3: A Simple, Uncomplicated Story

(A/N: I just love writing really cringe stuff... and I'm not gonna stop :D)

No warnings, just some mild angst XD

Here's chapter 2 if you missed it

Your backstory wasn't much to write home about. Quite simple, really: you got bit by a radioactive spider, you dedicated your life to fighting crime- inspired by your deceased 이모, who told you that "with great power, came larger duties to your people." And then there was Miguel.

Your Miguel. Kind, sweet, and so considerate. Even when you both were still working at Alchemax, he never failed to make you feel appreciated: working alongside you on overtime, eating lunch together, gossiping about your mutual head scientist, who you both hated.

He was nothing more than a friend... at first. Then shared lunchtimes turned into shared dinners and invites to go out, movie nights at each others' homes, trips to the grocery store, the amusement park, even road trips.

You grew to love him. How could you not? When his smile was so wide that his eyes crinkled at the edges, when his laughter was so contagious that even you ended up rolling on the floor with tears in your eyes from how hard your stomach hurt from laughing, when he looked at you and held you in his arms like the two of you were the only ones in the world?

You couldn't stop it, even if you wanted to. Even though you should have. You were 거미, the Spider-Woman. Yet he was an unstoppable tidal wave that eroded away even the strongest of wills, including yours. And when he kissed you, the remnants of your strength melted away.

And for the first time since you became 거미, you allowed yourself to crumble in someone's arms. And Miguel embraced you, pressing you close to his heart, murmuring that he would be here, always and forever.

"You knew Miguel?!" Pavitr screamed, nearly dropping his bowl.

"She knew an alternate version of him," Peni corrected.

"Still a Miguel!"

You chuckled at their mini-argument. "It was good... for a while. Then he died in a villain attack that I couldn't stop." You leaned back in your chair and stared off into the distance. "He was gonna propose. He had a ring and everything."

It was in his hands while he was falling. 도깨비 had pushed him, and you reached for him, desperately, webs flying to try and catch him. It wasn't enough. He still ended up slamming to the ground, eyes lifeless, the box with the ring tumbling from his limp hand.

And you held him in your arms, close to your heart, weeping at the memory of him mouthing to you as he fell:

Está bien. Te amo.

Para siempre, por siempre.

The group stayed silent. The unspeakable pain of losing a loved one... The emptiness at knowing that that pain could have been one's own... They knew it well.

"It took me a long time to move on," you sighed, a stray tear stuck to your eyelids. "The way I know he would've wanted for me. I left Alchemax and drifted as 거미 for a while until someone told me there was an opening as a literature teacher at Visions Community College. It was hard; I made friends, I lost friends and family. But... life finds a way. And somehow, I managed to keep moving forward."

You turned your gaze to the ceiling, where a few Joro spiders lazily cleaned the skylight. You smiled at the sight, a huff escaping your lips.

"It never stopped hurting. But I learned how to be okay. And I embraced that pain, and the joy, and the love that never truly faded away.

And that was the end of that... Until I met Miguel. Again."

His eyes were red. That was the first thing you noticed. And the wrinkles were deeper, stress lines etched in his forehead. The twinkle in his eye was not one of excitement at a new discovery, nor was it the dreamy sweetness that held galaxies in its warmth.

No. His eyes reflected his temper: fiery, all-consuming- he was a ticking time bomb where it was not a question of if, but when it would tear you apart. And his shrapnel would embed itself deep in your heart, because when he stared at you, with those inferno eyes, you saw love.

"Mi vida," he whispered, almost reverently. A clawed finger (which your Miguel definitely did not have) softly traced your cheek. And though the sharp blade came close to your throat, you somehow knew he would not hurt you. "You're alive."

"YOU MET MIGUEL?!" Pavitr screamed again. Or as he said, "AGAIN?!"

"She just said that minutes ago," Ham mumbled.

Yes. Your grumpy, angsty Miguel, who now held secrets in his palms as numerous as the stars in his eyes whenever he looked at you. He didn't need to say anything for you to know that, just as you lost your beloved, he had lost you.

But he did tell you about the mysterious Spider Society, of the different versions of Spider People that helped to protect the vast multiverse. He told you that he wanted you to join him.

"We can help a lot of people," not-your-Miguel whispered to you that night you met him. "Not just in your world. In every world." And when you could not bring yourself to agree right away, too lost in the pain that suddenly erupted in your chest at the sight of him, he gently hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your face to his. His lips curled in a soft smile, so strange yet heartbreakingly familiar. "You don't need to give me an answer right away. Whenever you're ready, or..." He hesitated a few seconds too long, distracted by the city lights enshrouding you in an ethereal glow. "If you'd like to... talk... I'll be here.

Para siempre, por siempre."

He wasn't your Miguel. But, once more, selfishness dug its claws in your gut, whispering to you that you worked hard enough, you suffered long enough- didn't you deserve even the smallest chance of happiness? Haven't you earned the chance to have Miguel, even a foreign one, all to yourself just for a moment? Get the chance to know him? To love him, just once more?

And so, suppressing your better judgement, you called for him. And he came to you, as promised, without fail.

Sometimes, on those quiet nights where the two of you simply sat, side by side, on the rooftops overlooking your city, he would tell you stories. About his past, his beloved daughter Gabriella, who loved soccer and cupcakes and all things fairy-related, who dreamed of being a pro player one day. He would tell you about the world he came from, Nueva York- its technology that made the city glow as bright as the sun at night, its moon-rail that went so high you could see the other planets in the vast galaxy he called home.

He never spoke about you. The other you.

But you knew that she lived in his mind and his heart. The way he gazed at you with that distant look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You couldn't help but ask yourself: what type of person was she? What type of person was she to make this seemingly unbreakable version of Miguel O'Hara shatter at the seams that he reached out to you, someone so close yet so far from his memories? Why were you jealous of her?

But the answers never came. And you were left...

"...हे भगवान, if you're gonna say that's the end, I'm gonna lose it!" If Pavitr had a bouncy ball, you were convinced he would've thrown it to the ground. Thankfully, for the sake of your furniture, he only had a fruit plate which he gripped tightly.

"Well... no," you reassured him with a weak laugh. "But it is your bedtime. So off to bed with you! That includes you too, Hobie."

Said teen rolled his eyes. "I don't take orders from no one."

"You do for tonight. Shoo, shoo!" You waved him off, but he didn't budge.

"If ya gimme a kiss, I'll consider it."

"You're way too young for my taste, kid."

"I ain't no kid, I turned 18 a few months ago," he grumbled under his breath.

"Now you gotta wait a few months more!"

"I'll be 19 by then!"

"Exactly! Under my strict requirements for a future husband, you're officially too young to shoot your shot with me-"

"How many a'those you got?!"

"According to my handy-dandy notebook... 51. You meet... 28 of them." You clapped your hands with finality. "Application rejected. Also, I'm 이모 to you!"

The two of you continued bickering while the others slowly made their way to their surprisingly comfortable hammocks. Margo had logged off for the night, and the younger ones like Peni and Pavitr fell straight asleep, while Noir, Ham and Gwen chatted a bit longer before retiring for the night.

When Hobie was finally ushered off to his corner of the room, Peter B. quietly approached you, cradling a sleeping Mayday in his arms.

"You didn't tell them everything," he whispered, glancing at the younger ones. "I- uh, didn't mean to call you out, or anything. Just saying I noticed."

You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. "Yeah. They don't need to know... all of that."

He nodded before saying, "Hey. If Miguel... does come here-"

"Then I'll deal with him."

"Are you sure? With all of that history... I don't think he'll go easy on you. Even if it's you. No- especially if it's you."

"It wouldn't be Miguel if he went easy," you agreed. "Let me worry about how hard he'll hit; get some rest. Your baby needs it."

Peter B. yawned loudly, a clear sign of agreement. "And what about you?"

"I gotta find that kid you're looking for so badly, so I don't have to think about how hard he'll hit me."

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A/N: oooh Miguel, ur not a very good boyfriend rn lol I'm being too mean but he'll change... eventually... right?

이모 - aunt; used to refer to an actual aunt or an older female figure

도깨비 - Korean mythological goblin; known for their mischievous nature

Está bien. Te amo. Para siempre, por siempre. - it's ok. I love you. Always and forever.

हे भगवान - according to Reddit, this is the Hindi equivalent of "oh my god"

[takkarulz]

Beraking Bungee Gum

Chapter 1

It wasn’t all the days where the York New Police agent Uvogin found such a meth lab hidden in the suburbs, and neither were days where days where Uvogin, the eldest brother of Machi was able to let her sister to see the place where the whole thing was made.

"This place looks like trash. Not even a fucking raccoon would dare to live, let alone work here." Said Machi feeling disgusted by all the grime and mess surounding the place. Everything was dusty, there was mold on the roof and she could see pieces of candy packages and empty pizza boxes laying around without in a chaotic manner. Not even the shittiest lab she had ever worked looked so disshelved. Hell, even some of the equipment looked like toys from those Bill Nye Science Guy kits she gave to her daugder in elementary school.

"Yet somehow this bunch of messy crimminals got away with making big bucks with this. They made 1555000 jenni with this shit." Snarked Uvogin.

"1555000?" Said Machi surprised.

"Yes, they made that. Anyway, I got to check stuff about this with Bono's help. Stay here and don’t try to sniff those things there!" Concluded Uvogin as he got out the dingy house.

Machi was shocked. How the hell those fuckers could make in so much money in so little time? They did in a few weeks what she could only do into five months of her job! Machi sighed. If only she could have that money she wouldnt be so worried about her husband failed career, nor paying for Shizuku's therapy, nor finishing to pay all the debts of Sarasa's premature birth care, and much less about her illness. Machi bite her own lips. There was no way she could tell Chrollo and Shizuku that she had cancer and that it was very likely that she wasn’t going to live for much longer. Chrollo was already stressed when Machi had to return to work not even three months after Sasara´s birth, but he knew that it was up to Machi and her STEM degree to keep afloat their economy. Sadly, due all her years out of the job marked due being taking care her autistic daughter Shizuku, Machi couldn’t find a job aside, as being a chemistry teacher in the same rancid school that her daughter was enrolled.

Machi througs drifted away as she heard a small noise near the window that disturbed her. She crawled carefully outsides the window, encountering a rather familiar face, trying to run away with some meth packages in his hands.

“Hisoka?” Asked Machi perplexed after seeing that man running infraganti.

Hisoka Morrow had been a college classmate of her, who had a horrible reputation of partying hard and barely studying for his projects. She remembered with disgust that time they were assigned to do a project together in organic chemistry, and how, despite understanding everything he barely did a shit for her. Professors always assigned them together since they believed that Machi’s intelligence could prevent Hisoka from failing the semester. It hardly work, since Hisoka would end dragging Machi grades with his laziness and careless behavior. The only fond memory she had of Hisoka was the day they finally expelled him from the university after making a prank against their bioethics professor. Although, to be true, Hisoka sometimes could be very fun to have as co-worker in her projects, he would be always the one who forced her to take breaks and go to the corner store for candy or some drink to ease the times, not mention how handsome he was. Hell, even she remembers making out with him one day after being bored to dead in some run of the mill parties that their university student’s council used to make every certain time. Even after all those years Machi could still see the sculptural round ass and those well-defined muscular arms of that man as toned as in their youth, not to mention that silly face, almost free of wrinkles.

“Oh. Nice to see you after so much time…” Said Hisoka surprised.

How the hell that woman ended there? Did she work for the cops? Was she stalking him? Hisoka feel embarrassed about finding out the woman who he used to clown in class chasing him, probably with intentions of denouncing him and handing him to prison. Machi looked just as gorgeous as when she was young, having her lustrous lavender hair put in a messy ponytail, and wearing a sleeveless shirt that let him have a full look her glorious bosom and toned arms. Despite the years she was still was the hottie that he always wanted to seduce and make hers and of none one more…

“Where you cooking that shit inside the house?” Asked Machi angry.

“Yes of course my dear! Tho, I got a bit of help. That Kastro guy helped me a bit with the cooking, I was more into distributing the product.” Said Hisoka.

Machi saw Hisoka and his amber almond shaped eyes with determination before uttering a word that would definitively change the course of their lives forever.

“Hisoka, we need to cook meth together.”

Hisoka laughed in silence at the offer that Machi was making. Was this suburban mom was going to break bad and start making meth?

“I’m serious about it. I know chemistry and I know how to make a meth of such a quality than none one is going to buy from somebody else than us.” Said Machi.

“It is not that easy babe. We are not selling Herbalife or cakes for the school sale.” Said Hisoka smugly.

“I know and I don’t care. I just want to get the money. But if you don’t help me to sell meth I will denounce you to my brother and you will have your pretty ass handed to jail in mere seconds.” Sentenced Machi.

“Huh? I guess I cannot reject that offer. But I will but one condition.”

“Spill it.”

“Let’s go to a date together!”

“Fuck not, I’m married.”

“Well, then I guess I’m going to jail…” Said defiantly Hisoka.

“Fine! We are going to a date but just as friends!”

“Mexican food or sushi?”

“Mexican food, that sushi they sell here is absolutely shit.”

“All right! We see us Friday at 6: 30 at the Mexican chicken restaurant near Urameshi avenue.”

“Ok, but don’t dare you to forget about our business. Here is my number.” Said Machi giving him a presentation card that she keept in her pocket in case of miraculously reciving a good job offer.

“I won’t my sweet-heart! Here is my number too!” Said Hisoka as he got up and wrote in a napkin his phone number, along a strange emoji ⭐️—_—💧.

Machi sighed as Hisoka ran away, remembering that that weird emoji had been Hisoka trademark since they were in college.

💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖☠️💖

Hiii! I made some minor changes to the Breaking Bad plot to make sense in this fanfic. Also I made Sarasa and Shizuku Chrollo and Machi children and I gave Machi her traditional lavander hair from the 1999 anime.

[zigdirty]

By the time I got off work this year, I’d already seen that the election had been called. I already knew the results.

Normally I have the tradition of watching this spectacular film every Guy Fawkes Day, November 5th, so I can enjoy it all over again, but also do I am always aware of how easily fascism can take over.

The irony of this Election Day being on Guy Fawkes Day, and the stakes of said election, were not lost on me. Not in the slightest.

But having been unable to watch it before I went to work Tuesday, I planned to at least start it before the end of the day. That is, until I saw the news.

All I could hear in my head was the speech broadcast across the emergency channel:

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquillity of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly, there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. They were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic, you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words; they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

This has played on repeat in my mind since I learned of the election results, searing itself into my psyche.

We are now at that place. We are now the people to whom V was speaking in the movie.

I cannot bring myself to rewatch this marvel of live-action film. I do not believe it would bring me joy any longer.

We have no one else to blame but ourselves.

And we have a long road ahead of us out of hell.

V for Vendetta (2005)

[amhrosina]

Matt Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You (Matt Murdock x gn!Reader) Headcanons

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is the second part of a requested headcanon by nonnie! I'll link Frank's to this one. I hope you enjoy!

My request are open, but please be patient! I have gotten an overwhelming amount of requests recently, so I'm working through them as fast as I can without burning myself out. I'm also in the middle of planning a long, full length Frank x Vigilante!Reader fic!

Frank Castle's Headcanon

Summary: Matt comforts you after he overhears your parents being cruel to you.

(Warnings: sexist comments from your parents, ableism towards matt, soft!matt, mentions of matt letting the devil out (so like, mentions of violence i guess?), matt being an absolute doll, reader is matt's world, you know the drill)

You have Matt, and subsequently the Devil, wrapped around your little finger.  

Any time he’s ever stumbled upon you crying, he’s always demanded to know who hurt you so he could do his absolute worst to them. 

Matt was always comforting and gentle, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your hair.  

Once night overtook the city, though, the Devil would come untethered, unleashing his rage on whoever thought they could get away with hurting you. 

This was difficult, however, when your parents were the ones bringing tears to your pretty face. 

Matt would never let the Devil fulfill his revenge fantasy, though some nights he wishes he could, like tonight. 

He stands in the doorway of the apartment you share, cane clenched between white knuckles.  

He could hear you sobbing in the bedroom – overheard it from three blocks away and rushed home, vowing to make whoever caused you this pain pay with their blood. 

He stops short when he overhears your parents on the phone. 

Your parents had always been old-fashioned, so when you moved in with Matt before marriage, you knew they would see it as catastrophic. 

“I can’t believe you would do this. This goes against everything we raised you to be. Where is your obedience? Your decorum? Do you have no respect for yourself? Are you nothing more than a common whore?” 

Matt feels the metal of his cane bending beyond its capabilities, finally snapping between his hands. Shards of metal embed themselves in his hands, but his focus is elsewhere. He could feel the Devil clawing its way through his chest, begging to be released.  

“Dad, please. Matt’s a good man. He helps people every day. He’s a-” 

“I can’t see how a blind man could be capable of helping anyone, let alone you.” 

“Stop. You can insult me all you want, but don’t insult him. He’s a good man.” 

Your phone hitting the wall and shattering is what breaks Matt out of his stupor.  

He hastens to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door before opening it. 

Your hunched, sobbing form sitting on the edge of the bed knocks the wind out of him. His heart breaks as the salt from your tears hits his tongue. 

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” 

“Petal...are you okay? I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that.” 

Matt kneels in front of you, removing his glasses. 

You fall into his arms. To his credit, he seems to be expecting this. His breathing doesn’t even change when your body collides with his. 

Matt runs his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion, letting you cry into his chest for as long as you need to.  

“They’re so mean. They wouldn’t last one day in your shoes, yet they constantly belittle you for a disability that you can’t help. They act like it’s a weakness, and like you’re not worthy of love because of it.” 

“If I got upset every time someone tried to make my blindness a weakness, I’d be eternally angry. It doesn’t bother me, I promise. What bothers me is the way they talk to you. You deserve the world, petal. I’m so sorry they can’t see that.” 

Matt carries you to your bed, crawling into the sheets next to you. 

He leaves gentle, caressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“Ah, there it is.”  

Matt’s content sigh has your heart aching with love for him. He accepts you, shitty parents and all, and you spend the night enveloped in his arms, cherishing his warmth and love. 

End Note: I hope you liked it! I don't think y'all understand just how much I love Matt Murdock. I would do ANYTHING for this man. Thank you for requesting, nonnie!

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Save Yourself

Summary: the reader is inconsolable because Tommy Shelby broke her.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x oc

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood. Lots of angst. beware.

A/N: For @runnning-outof-time request for angst inspired by KALEO's song Save Yourself. This took me out of my writing funk. Writing a 20-page research paper really sucked my creative juices but this song really helped correct that for me! Also made me cry a ton in the process.

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Thomas Shelby was not the kind of man you crossed. Nor the kind of man to bend easily to others' will. Even when he was in love and willing to do so much, even then, there was no persuading him in turning away from his destructive tendencies.

"Choose me. Tommy, just choose me." Her voice quivered, "That's all you have to do."

She thought it was a simple request. Choose her and live life. But Thomas Shelby was no simple man. It was the last thing she requested of him. Choose her above all else. Choose her over his work. Over his persistent need to self-destruct. To spiral out of control.

She could hear him distantly shouting about how he had more work to do and couldn't walk away like she wished. Like she knew he wanted but refused to admit.

"I'm doing this for you. For us." He'd whisper at night. His head nestled deep into her neck, his breath fanning her skin with heat. His hands would be soft and warm as they guided themselves over her curves, her familiar curves he loved so much. He'd kiss her senseless as if to chase away her discontent. To remind her of better times. But what good were better times when every minute of their lives was spent in fear? In danger.

And every time he'd crawl back to her, lost and hopeless and desperate for her touch, for her forgiveness, she'd chase away his empty words with the truth.

"No, you don't." She'd grab his hands and pull him closer. Bury her body into his chest and he'd allow it because its' what he wanted, "You do it for yourself, Thomas. Don't lie to me."

And he'd go quiet. Pensive. Words would fail him because the truth had beaten him. She knew it. He knew it. The world around them knew it.

Despite all her anger and hurt at his refusal to live a simpler life, she stayed by his side. Waiting. Hoping foolishly that one day he'd save himself for her.

She'd kiss away his bruises, wipe away the blood with a disgruntled face and accept him in her bed. Because the alternative to that was to cast him away and she could never cast away his love for she was desperate for him. She'd drown in his scent, his kisses, drown and embed herself into her lover because she couldn't bare to not have it at all.

"Honey, its time." Polly's voice was soft. Gently probing her to move from her position. She smelt of lilac and honey and a hint of whisky. Oh, how the scent of whisky twisted her guts.

"Choose me." She sniffed. "I asked him to choose me."

Silence passed uncomfortably. "It should have been simple. Easy."

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, "Why couldn't he just choose me?" She rocked back and forth in the dirt. The wind wailing along with her, "All he had to do was CHOOSE ME."

Choose her and have all the whisky he'd like. Choose her and live happily in their dream home in the countryside. Choose her and have a ton of babes to love and coddle. But no.

He didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Because he was Thomas Shelby and life was much sweeter when he was chasing death. But what could be more enticing than living a life with a lover who would hold you at night when it got too cold? More enticing than burying your head into their neck and smelling their very being? More enticing than living? Just living?

"More than me?" She whispered into the stark air. "What was so important than me?"

"You know-"

"I don't know. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. That's the problem, Polly." She cried.

She was broken and he made her that way.

"Live with me." She'd whisper after a night of dancing in the dark of their room. She'd felt his chest rumble with laughter, "I am, love."

She'd closed her eyes and wept inside, No you're not.

She should have asked him to live for her. live for me, stop chasing death so blindly, she wanted to beg him. Perhaps she should have chained him to her. Locked him away in their new cellar and throw away the key. She'd brace his fury if it meant he was alive. Living and breathing.

But chaining and locking him away would not stop him. Nothing did.

Sometimes she'd look at him and see her old Tommy. The one before the war, but so much had changed. He rarely stayed for long. It wasn't noticeable at first. But as the years passed Thomas Shelby grew ambitious. Relentless. Unstoppable on his quest to climb up in life. But she allowed it because it meant having everything they didn't have as children.

"Just you wait, we'll live in a big house, with plenty of space to roam." His hands had traced the litter of birthmarks on her forearms. A favorite pastime of his. "No more sharing spaces with annoying twats"

She laughed because it was so silly. So daring to dream bigger than themselves. He'd pinch her sides and kiss her lips softly, whispering into her skin as she drifted away, "We'll be happy."

She should have told him then, that night, in the lull of their lovemaking-re-familiarizing themselves with each other- that she was happy. So happy in fact, that nothing would ruin it.

Except him. Of course. Because Thomas Shelby did the impossible. Broke her heart into a million pieces with no way of fixing it.

"Why didn't he choose me? Polly?" Tears shed uncontrollably as she asked the one question that would plague her for the rest of her life, "Why couldn't he live for me?"

Her fingers dug into the dirt. Her tear-tracked face stared emptily at his gravestone. Pristine and clean just like the three-piece suits he wore. His name was engraved beautifully, and it somehow reminded her of his own writing. If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough, she swears she could smell him. His musky earthy scent with a hint of aftershave. She might even be able to hear his chuckle, a deep baritone sound that vibrated her core. Rooted her in place. But now it carried her away, deep into the expanse of her tumbling mind.

Polly's hand on her shoulder was the only thing that brought her back to reality. The only thing to chase away her memories of him and the pain it brought.

There was no answer to her question. And if there was. It wasn't satisfying. The truth often was-dissatisfying that is.

Because there's no point in telling a dead man to live and save himself for someone else.

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Back to You | B. Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky was used to running away. He never knew the feeling of coming back would be so euphoric.

Word Count: 942

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI ; a lil smutty, angsty, and too poetic. Bucky is stupid sometimes- but that’s life man.

Gif found on Pinterest, it is not mine. 

Author’s Note: This is pretty different from how I normally write, but I enjoyed how it came out. Let me know what you guys think. Love you.

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All Bucky had ever known was running away.

It was so easy for him to run. It meant he didn’t have to succumb to the guilt he often faced, tired of it being a reminder of his sins. Running meant he didn’t have to feel anything if he didn’t want to. He could go anywhere, be anyone. He could hide and never see the light of day again.

He didn���t want to run from you, nor did he want to hide from the love you poured into his glass. But he couldn’t bring himself to drink it down, leaving it to settle into every crevice and corner of his being. It wasn’t his to consume, yet he yearned for it all the same. Night after night when he laid you to rest, your body glistening with the hollow promises of a beautiful tomorrow and a lifetime of forever with the man by your side, he wanted to give in to the temptations more than anything. Run, his mind would scream, run before she gives you a reason to stay.

When the moon howled his name and coaxed him away, he greeted that guilt with a regretful sob. Who was he to run from you? From the only person to show him the love he searched his whole life to find? Who was he to break the binds that tied your souls to one another? The heart that beats for him wasn’t his own, but he didn’t mind ripping it to pieces. Shame came next, it’s voice more taunting and disappointed than guilt’s.

Maybe he could’ve learned to love you better if the feeling was familiar. Maybe, had Bucky known love early in life, had love taken the curtesy to embed itself into his genetic makeup, he wouldn’t of run from it. All Bucky knew best was running. That was familiar. It was coded in his DNA. But love? How could it be so easy? So serene?

It pulled him back to your welcoming arms. Your soothing coos were a comfort Bucky didn’t deserve. He ran, no guarantee of return. Yet, when he did, you let him back inside with no sly remarks. With no hatred in your eyes. You knew he’d be back, sooner rather than later. He couldn’t make it on his own, the both of you knew that well enough. He’d have to thank you for being so patient with him. Apologies fled his aching lips as he settled on his knees, adoring every nod and grin that came from you. He found his reason to stay, goddamn it.

His body moved against you with purpose, with a sense of urgency and lust. His arms cradled you like the fragile thing you were, so sullen and all too forgiving. God, he was so stupid. But maybe you were, too. Caving so quickly was never part of the plan, but damn your heart for being stubborn.

I’m sorry.

His lips kneaded over yours like they had a thousand times before, this time slow and sorrowful. They anchored you to a crumbling shore, a wave of desire washing over you. His tongue was a storm, forceful and overpowering in its wake to dominate you. You’d drown in his kiss if he’d let you, and tonight might be the night. The edge of his teeth got greedy, keeping your lips against his with no remorse.

Forgive me?

His hands caressed every inch of skin they could reach, his touch unnerved and blistering. His fingers shook as he felt you, each scratch and dig pulling a familiar song from your throat. A flock of goosebumps rose from your naked form, hesitancy long forgotten as Bucky fumbled with the buttons of his pants, desperate to match your unclothed state. The pad of his thumb traced against your pebbled nipple, readying it for his flooded mouth.

I’ve missed you.

His voice was hauntingly sweet, the words he spoke a testament to the love you shared. “Baby, look at me.” A phrase so often whispered in the cool hours of an early morning endeavor, a fevered chill creeping up your spine as he aligned his hips to yours, pushing in to fill a searing hot void opening inside of you. Ragged sighs filled the room, the wet slaps of Bucky rocking in and out of you barely heard over his deep groans. “Look at me when you cum.” It was a command, yet so raw and sincere, so broken and pleading. The connection was an olive branch, offering up a new beginning.

Never shoulda let you go.

His love was a dagger, but oh how you longed for that serrated blade. The pain was ever so comforting as it nestled deep within your skin, housed by the bones of your affection. His love was fierce, like the destructive winds of a devastating storm that brewed in the distance. But Bucky always kept you in the eye of it, calm and safe, even if the thunder raged on all around you.

You’re mine. I am yours.

The air you labored through wasn’t solely your own, but your lovers too. His harsh, hurried breaths whispering the words he couldn’t say. It carried his scent, homey and warm, all too inviting as it pulled you over the edge.

I love you.

You couldn’t smell it now, though, your whole body tensing and seizing as Bucky’s thick heat filled you up. His body fell over yours, shrouding you in his affection. And as he steadily dripped out of you, you didn’t have to hear the words from his mouth to know they were being said.

Never gonna let you forget it again.

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