#with the stupid text and everything it kinda looks like a print

[moonliithe]

Anatomy of the Brain

Gojo's brain composition was revealed to me in a nightmare (ch336)

[peachywritesstuff]

Imma say my thoughts/opinions on the situation and then imma bounce off of tumblr for a hot minute.

First thing I would like to say is that I am staying NEUTRAL. GRAY.SWITZERLAND. IN.THE.MIDDLE. and my thoughts will explain WHY I am remaing neutral. I am not someone who is faking just so I can secretly defend Percy.THAT IS NOT THE CASE!!!

#1. The slur

It's pretty obvious that he said it's clear as a blue sky. I frankly don't know the c-word or know what it means but I have learned that is somthing revolving around Canada and how it's very normalized to say which is sad.

#2. The r- /sa allegations

I am going to try my best to be sensitive as possible with my words with this part.This is where I am very lost. 1. I saw someone say (dont remember who) that dates don't matter when they come to victims coming out with sa or r- but they do. Especially if its a celebrity. This isn't just regular twitter drama this is something very serious that has a lot of 'evidence' (I will explain why I put that in air quotes) And at this rate authorites have(or will) already gotten involved and if this goes into to court they will ask for dates this occurred and if they can't be properly backed up that lead to something else like defamation. No amount of times I re-read all the tweets with all the pictures and text messages will make me feel any less lost. Yes everything is there and it makes Percy look like a very bad person but at the same time....it's all so blended together?? Idk how to explain it. Some of the text messages that i have seen is to fumbled and mushed together like I'm lost with all the ages this happened and apparently Canada has the 5 year law relating to minors???

#3. The nudes

Some of them honestly look like he took them when he himself was a minor which kinda sucks for everybody else who had been spreading his nudes (actual nudes) everywhere on Twitter. Still doesn't make it ok for him to send them to minors ( allegedly)it ALSO doesnt make it ok to release his all over the internet. Because that looks bad for the people spreading them becuase 1. Someone from Percy's team is watching. Do yall not think they are ignoring this? With so much out already I highly doubt they are. They will find people spreading his nudes around just because no words have been spoken to us doesn't mean nothing is happening. And if I wanna butt in this part the ones with him on the toilet and bed honestly look like some teenage boy doing something stupid. However we don't know the context behind those nudes just one where he took a shit at his new apartment (which that one really looks like he was being really stupid but who uses the bathroom naked?????)

#4. Him staying silent is guilt.

This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. He isn't saying anything until he has a lawyer and his team can make up a proper statement. That situation is out of his hands now he no longer has control over his social media.

#5. The 'Evidence'

I will explain why i put evidence in quotations. Half of the evidence is coming from anonymous,and faceless accounts which will be useless in court becuase they cannot verify if they already have them printed out they cannot know who wrote those allegations. If they find the person who wrote those allegations this is a chance they dont want to testify and if those people are real or not. Being a faceless account in a situation like this is kind of iffy but I can get why you don't want people to know you said that stuff. The evidence keeps changing every hour and one minute is this but then actually it's this or wait it's that.

I am trying to think from the pov of the victims and I would honestly be terrified of thousands of people coming at me asking all types of questions but everything is all over the place. The right thing for the victims to do is to step away from social media, sit down and organize everything and make sure everything they have can fall back on something. What is on Twitter is just..... evidence thrown up together.

#6.the vicims

I have been looking on Twitter and learned the victims are acting....odd? Not all of them. One of them made a tiktok about how they canceled a Netflix star in 9 days into 2023 and another one commented "yeah we did that". Idk about yall but that's weird. Sounds like their flexing??? You don't flex about a rapist. Especially with what they did to you.

Next, one of them threaten another person saying she will find where she live and for her saftey she better leave her alone. But then she tweets how she was going to (legally) do it but they messages she sent to the girl was coming off very threatening. She wasn't threatening to kill idk why people are thinking that but she was threatening the girl and she was obviously going to do something. She claims the person was spaming her but the person supposedly spaming her said she was just saying Percy was innocent. Idk if she said that in one text or multiple. I get how she was angry I really do but the way she pharsed it only made herself look more bad.

Third, the same girl(victim) from the pervious paragraph has tweeted in the past about Wednesday and has talked about it not about Percy,but about Wednesday and her mothers relationship. What confuses me is that he has (allegedly) r-/sa this girl but she proceeds to watch the show he has a decent amount of scenes in? Then, according to one of the tweets,20h before the allegations rose she was tweeting about how she gets told she looks like a lot like Wednesday. Idk could be a coincidence, could not be. WE DO NOT KNOW.

#7. Time

It has not been a fully 47 hours since this stuff came out. People are automatically expecting a response from Percy is beyond delusional. I think we all woke up to this so and had a chaotic morning (ik I did) he can not defend himself yet because of his legal team possibly taking over his socials. It will be awhile until we hear something which is why the good half of people are waiting for his side to come out before deciding futher of their place on the situation. I know everybody is waiting impatiently but it's gonna be a while.

#8. Throwing the r word around.

I don't like how everyone is throwing that word around. Calling people who try to remain neutral apologist r- and saying that to basically anyone who wants to think logically. First off nothing has been proved he done anything. Don't be fooled I am equally as disgusted as you are but this is all coming from Twitter. Yes the victims had no where else to go because they went to the police and they did nothing but this is all coming from twitter. No spare videos of anything but him saying the slur,just screenshots and words. We don't even know if the evidence can be used in court guys.

I'm trying to be logical about the whole thing,and I am pointing out stuff that has stook out to me. After this I am keeping my mouth shut and watching from the sidelines.

There is so much more I want to say but it's almost 1am where I am at and I'm tired. If the allegations are true my heart goes out to the victims. If it's not,then even more hell is gonna break loose. Until we can see Percy's side there is nothing else we can do but wait. I am just so sad about this whole thing and wish that everything isn't true but it's really not looking good for him. Only time will tell with this. I hope my way of saying things did not offend any of you and if they did I am truly sorry. I'm taking a risk and leaving my messages opened but please tell me your opinions kindly. I have told mine with minimal to no violence I would like to have the same option when expressing yalls with me.

The last thing I will say is that Twitter is a mess. Idk what to believe anymore. Stuff keeps changing and it gets more confusing. This all just needs to be settled outside of Twitter. I'm sad the victims had to resort to this route but everything is a mess and it's too confusing and I won't believe or side with anyone until an official statement is out. Not something from Twitter.

Hope yall have a good day or night guys :) make sure yall eat well and drank some water. To my followers, idk if I will be back to posting maybe I will maybe I won't ,Xavier Thorpe was quite the reason I started back writing and with him gone all of that motivation is just gone now. I'm sorry to yall becuas I feel like I disappointed yall cuz all fo you were looking forward to my stuff but until futher notice, I will be off of Twitter,and semi off of Tumblr.

Peaches Out ✌🏽❤️

[talenlee]

Story Pile: Goncharov

New Post has been published on PRESS.exe: Story Pile: Goncharov

Don’t worry, I’m not about to do an explainer on this movie, which does not exist. I cannot stress that enough: It does not exist. I don’t think I need to belabour that point, because it seems almost nobody’s trying to sustain kayfabe on this one. You’re not going to see a big, elaborate description of the critical analysis of a four hour long 1973 Mafia film starring Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino, Gene Hackman, Harvey Keitel, Cybill Shepherd and Lynda Carter (in a minor role), with a great big twist at the end like hahah, surprise, got you, this movie doesn’t exist!

I know, that is the kind of joke I like to tell! I like walking you down a garden path, introduce a ridiculous idea, and then surprise you by revealing that it’s true (or not, I mix it up). But no, in this case, I’m not here to do that. I’m going to do something so much worse, I’m going to talk to you about my feelings, and they’re not going to be happy or feel-good!

Content Warning: I’m going to talk about Goncharov, which I hope is obvious, and I’m going to talk about being angry at people and the way I felt treated without any intention to change their behaviour or ask apology.

First up let’s describe the phenomenon.

Goncharov is a community-constructed fake movie that users of Tumblr talked about in late November 2022, as part of an ongoing joke. I’m writing this in November, 2022, so for all I know after this point this thing has taken on a life of its own and transformed, or, it’s taken the course I predict which is, around December 1, most people stopped talking about it, the bubble of attention popped, some diehards used it as a platform to continue creating and it slowly trickled away as an interesting internet phenomenon.

I’m going to look stupid if the Goncharov Party gets elected to the United Nations or something in the mean time.

The genesis of Goncharov is a mis-printed label on a shoe that used what was probably a bad scan/OCR of a poster for Gomorrah. The text was a bit mangled, and a tumblr user shared a picture of the wonky text, and a commenter joked ‘this idiot hasn’t seen Goncharov.‘ From there, the bit began: Everyone wanted to make sure they were ‘in’ on the bit, acting as if of course they’d seen Goncharov.

And there are a lot of different ways this can go! This could become a real Seinfeldian moment, where the whole joke is someone goes ‘Goncharov has this in it’ and the natural response is ‘this idiot hasn’t seen Goncharov‘ and then repeat in a chain; everyone who shoots someone down about Goncharov talks about a fanciful thing from that movie, and everyone else then competes to sass them about how that’s definitely not in Goncharov. That’d be funny and kinda fundamentally meanspirited, a story where the joke is none of us have seen it and we’re all just pretending.

Tumblr did something different.

Tumblr went the other way.

Tumblr was suddenly full of people yes-anding everything anyone mentioned about Goncharov. People would mention a scene, and other people would talk about what they liked in the scene. People would mention a scene and other people would talk about how that tied into themes in a different scene. Imagery and symbolism and themes and vibes and all these things piled up and quotes, oh the quotes. Quotes that range from Winter comes to Naples with its bald demanding pomposity or “of course we’re in love, that’s why I tried to shoot you”/”if we really were in love you wouldn’t have missed,” which is as good as you imagine it being delivered, and of course, “it’s gonching time,” peerless text and all that, well, they are all canon and they are all yes-anded.

Crucially, they are not all true in the same moment and in the same way, but that is part of the play of Goncharov. It is about the memes, the ideas, the vibes of Mafia movies of the 1970s. It’s indescribably playful, and it’s fun, as you throw things into the thread of narratives, watching who sees your ideas and what they pick up on and what they share. There are a body of people who recognise that Katya Goncharov’s surname should be Goncharova, and the error shows that she isn’t really Russian, just like how she was never really married to Goncharov. Or maybe it’s because Goncharov is the one who introduced her and at no point did she correct him, showing everyone who speaks Russian in those scenes that he doesn’t really know her. Or maybe her name is Goncharova and everyone knows that, acting like that’s always how it’s been, and each of those ideas came from some people, perceived as problems and picked up and used and distributed.

Another thing that came up early was a lot of people immediately got involved on making sure there was a common thread of ‘unreality’ tagging of Goncharov posts; that people who struggled with ideas like gaslighting could avoid. It’s kind of funny, that the great event had three basic things to avoid; don’t #gaslight, don’t #gatekeep, but you could #girlboss, because of Katya, or Sofia, or Alina (the dancer who dies in the first 15 minutes).

There’s a lot of funny stuff you can do with Goncharoving around. And it has been a delight of a weekend, as this wonderful, silly, funny experience happened around me. And then it drew to an abrupt halt, as I approach people outside the space and ask: Hey, do you know about Goncharov?

Sometimes they yes-and me, and hey, that’s funny and we stop because we know the joke, and that’s that. And sometimes they don’t, and I then get to tell them about this delightfully weird thing going on. And it took about eight hours before I saw people who weren’t on tumblr and weren’t involved, complaining about the joke.

I saw critique from Reddit that Tumblr ‘should have’ done the ‘prank’ differently, as if this was a thing set up with an aim and a target, as opposed to people having fun telling stories. I saw complaints that the writing was low quality as if we needed to keep out the bad writing. It seemed overwhelmingly, the places where Goncharov did not happen had opinions about how Goncharov should be happening, which almost always demonstrated an opinion on what Goncharov was doing:

It was being fun.

I saw people calling people asking Neil Gaiman about it stochastic harrassment. Since Gaiman is on tumblr, and people ask him about things that interest them, a lot of them asked him about Goncharov, and he didn’t like that, so he made fun of people who asked him. And it felt like such a baffling criticism to have, because:

Stochastic terrorism is used to refer to creating climates inducing lone wolf behaviour, not trends of people asking about a common thread of commentary.

Tumblr has blocking tools that can be keyword based, so if someone asks you about Goncharov, and you have that word blocked, it won’t show up.

Neil Gaiman gets waves of related asks any time anything happens at all.

Which means that this felt like recruiting Neil Gaiman as an innocent victim of Goncharov as if a millionaire who can literally pay someone to empty his inbox deserves sympathy for the dreadful thing of being asked annoying questions as if that’s not what he has a tumblr account for, and it also means that bringing this up means you’re not aware of fundamental things about Tumblr, like how the messaging system works. It was criticism of a thing you’re pretty sure happened over there to someone you’re pretty sure can��t handle it, which was pretty bad, you’re pretty sure.

It felt very strange to me when it happened too because at that point, Twitter had just started on a path that sure looks like letting a few Nazis hang out in your soon-to-be Nazi bar? Dozens of other platforms were doing their thing and developing through a variety of dramas, and things were being done that had massive problems to them, but tumblr

Tumblr annoyed Neil Gaiman.

In a period where I was looking at what every single different social media platform was for, I was stunned to realise that ‘being Tumblr’ was an inherent mark against an idea. During a World Cup that people were tweeting about Qatar using slavery to build stadiums for FIFA, there was still this inherent disdain for Tumblr things because Tumblr had made up a movie that no corporation could take credit for, and were having fun telling stories about it. Tumblr was tumblr about it. And there’s all sorts of claims about why Tumblr has this position none of which I feel comfortable backing up and I don’t need to because this isn’t a thing to be solved. It’s an experience, much like Goncharov, to remember.

Just this heavy salvoing of: Hey, you know this thing you think is interesting? This really odd phenomenon of people creating stories and being silly?

Well, we’re pretty sure it sucks.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Unreality

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

A reblog of Teach a Girl to Kiss

I'm reblogging this story here, because for some reason, Tumblr has greyed out the text, and it won't let me change it. Most people can kinda squint and read it okay, and I appreciate everyone straining their eyes to read it! Stupid Dumblr!

But as the very sweet, @auntiejanetheoldsoul pointed out, the text to voice app, can't read the greyed out words, so anyone with eyesight impairment can't access it.

So frustrating!

Anyway, here's the story in full - hopefully NOT greyed out! 🤞🤞

I won't tag anyone other than Auntie Jane since you've all been tagged in this one already. ❤️

I looked at Dean Winchester, my heart breaking. It had been too much. Too many lost friends, too many monsters, too much pain. I loved Dean with everything inside me, and I just needed him to make all the dark things disappear.

I walked closer to him, and saw his jaw clench. He had so many rules, so many walls that he put up between us, desperate to keep me out of his heart. But I needed him so badly.

I reached out and touched my fingertips to his soft, full lips.  My voice was soft and pleading when I spoke. “Please, Dean. I need you.”

He looked at me with quiet desperation before I could see in his eyes that he was caving, giving in. He clutched my upper arms, dragging me against him and…I…pulled away.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” I called out, embarrassed as the scene dissolved around us and I could almost hear the crew groan. 

This was our fifth try at this very simple scene. It was barely a page of script and I couldn’t get through it.

“Cut! Okay, cut.” I heard Phil call out as I pulled completely away from Dean, well Jensen, in utter embarrassment. “Don’t print that.” He said under his breath to the first AD, Kevin.

I wanted to fall into a hole! 

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Of course they weren’t going to print that! It was supposed to be Kelsey’s first kiss with Dean; it was supposed to be full of long-repressed passion, the result of amazing chemistry and months worth of 'will they/won’t they' back and forths between the characters. 

And I had completely fucked it up several times now, by freezing and then actively pulling away from Jensen when he’d followed the script and pulled me to him to kiss me. Kelsey was supposed to throw her arms around Dean’s neck and kiss him back ardently; “hot and fevered” were the words in the script. It was supposed to be Dean with the reservations about the kiss, not Kelsey. 

To be fair, KELSEY had no reservations - it was me, Y/N who had all the reservations. Just…shit!

Phil came up to me with a kind smile. “Hey, Y/N. How ya doin’?”

I shook my head. “I’m so sorry. I’m good. We can just run it again.”

Phil held up a hand. “Hey look, no one expects anything out of you that you’re not comfortable with -”

I cut him off, shaking my head again.  “No, no, really, I’m perfectly comfortable!” The tension rolling off of me said otherwise and Phil looked stumped as to how to proceed. Obviously he needed to get the scene, but he also obviously had no intention of pushing me into a kissing scene I wasn’t okay with.

Jensen saved us both, coming up behind me and squeezing my shoulders. “Hey Phil, could you give us a bit of time, like an hour? Could we call an early lunch?”

Phil nodded, looking relieved that someone he trusted was taking over the problem. “Absolutely. Okay everyone, that's lunch! Back in an hour!” The crew dispersed, slowly but surely wandering away from the set. 

Jensen grabbed my hand and threw me a soft smile. “Come on, let’s go to my trailer for lunch.”

I nodded and followed behind him easily. I had no idea what I was going to do. This job was everything to me, I loved being on set, absolutely loved the crew and all the rest of the cast. 

I’d come on the show as a guest star for only a couple episodes, but as often happened on the show, Kelsey’s character, a badass newbie hunter, had caught on with the fans, and they’d championed the character into a bigger role on the show. 

Jensen and I seemed to have chemistry immediately, at least that’s what everyone said. To be honest, though, I’m pretty sure it was all Jensen; the man would have chemistry with a wet dish rag. 

But the characters had chemistry too, and very quickly the writers picked up on it and started to write to it, coming up with situations to build the tension and the relationship between them. 

Kelsey was quite a bit younger than Dean; she was a little younger than me too, actually. Kelsey was twenty-two (sixteen years younger than Dean) I was twenty-four (fourteen years younger than Jensen). The age gap was a major reason why Dean had wanted to keep his distance from Kelsey, believing she was way too young for him. But also, being typical Dean, he felt he was too dark and too broken for her too. Kelsey saw Dean as a mentor, but more than anything else she saw him as the man she loved. She had no qualms about being with him, but he’d shot her down a couple times already.

In other words, everything had been leading to this moment between them, where the undeniable attraction had reached its peak, and Kelsey was desperate for Dean to kiss her, to admit to their connection and help her by giving her something sweet and light in her otherwise bleak, hunter life.

It was a ridiculously big scene, and I was fucking it up.

Finally we reached Jensen’s trailer and went inside. Jensen took off Dean’s jacket and flannel, folding them carefully over the back of a chair so he didn’t piss off the wardrobe department. He wore only a green t-shirt and jeans now and I did my best not to sigh lustfully as he bent into the mini-fridge and pulled out a couple bottles of water for us.

Jesus, he was beautiful, which was part of the problem. Not that being sexy as fuck was really something he could control.  But Jensen was a ridiculously beautiful man, and in spite of spending months telling myself he wasn’t going to be interested in a costar that way, I couldn’t deny just how attracted I was to him. Every day I found myself a little more enamored, a little more besotted. 

And now I had to kiss him.  Man, I was screwed!

Jensen sat down beside me on the couch and cracked open the bottle for me. I took a deep gulp of it, trying to wet my parched throat.

“Okay, sweetheart, what’s up?”

I just shrugged at him, so he tried to guess.  “Is it kissing on film? Is it too awkward? I know this is the first time you’ll be doing a kissing scene, so it’s bound to be even more awkward than these scenes usually are. Or…or is it…” 

He trailed off for a minute and picked at the label on the water bottle.  “Is it the age difference? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, Jensen, not at all. I don’t see age like that. Past a certain point, we’re all just people. It’s nothing to do with you…it’s me…”

I was quiet for a second before I finally just bit the bullet and told him.  “I’ve never been kissed before.���

Jensen nodded.  “On screen.” I threw him a look to tell him he was being obtuse and he finally caught on. “Oh!”

I could feel myself blushing and covered my face with my hands.  “I know! This is so humiliating.”

Jensen pulled my hands away, shaking his head.  “Hey! You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I found myself desperate to try and explain.  “See, it’s just that for a long time, I didn’t feel very comfortable in my own skin; it took me a long time to feel…I don’t know okay, with being…intimate with someone.” I knew my face was just getting redder and redder.

But Jensen frowned and shook his head.  “Hey, Y/N, you don’t owe me, or anyone, an explanation. Your choices are your choices, you don’t have to have them okayed by anyone.”

I smiled at him appreciatively.  “Thank you.” But then I let out another little moan.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do here, though.”

An idea struck me, and my eyes widened.  “Unless -” But I cut myself off.  “No, that’s…nevermind.” I said, waving the idea away. 

“No, what?” Jensen asked.

I contemplated for a minute and then finally decided I had nothing to lose, either Jensen would say yes, and maybe I’d get through this experience, or he’d say no, and I’d only be a little bit more embarrassed than I already was. 

“Well…I was wondering if…I mean, could we practice?”

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “The uh…the scene…or…?” He left the question dangling there, obviously loathe to make assumptions.

I shook my head.  “No, it’s not about knowing the lines, or the blocking. That’s all fine. It’s the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to kiss someone, and I’m terrified that’s gonna become real obvious, real quick on camera.”

Jensen bit into his bottom lip and I had to hold back a groan. Jesus, this was either going to be the best moment in my life or the worst.

I back pedaled a little.  “Look, if it’s too weird or something, I mean, don’t feel you have to, or you know…”

Jensen shook his head.  “No, I think…I think it’s probably the smartest course.” His eyes flicked down to my mouth and I felt my stomach muscles clench. 

Holy shit, this was happening!

“Kay.” I said softly, turning slightly towards him.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile, his voice soft and deep, “you’re gonna need to get a little closer.”

I shuffled a bit on the couch trying to find a spot and a position where I could be comfortable and reach him easily. Finally Jensen just lifted me into his lap and I let out a little squeak of surprise.  

Jensen grinned.  “Is this okay? It’s just easier access.”

I nodded and tried to ignore the way his thick, muscular thighs felt beneath me, or the feel of his broad chest pressed up against my shoulder. One of his arms was snaked around my waist, holding me comfortably on his lap, and the other lifted to trail his fingers gently across my cheek.

“Just breathe, sweetheart, and let me show you what to do.”

I nodded again, and took a deep, steadying breath.  But I couldn’t speak as he swept his fingers, featherlight, down my neck, his thumb swiping softly over the corner of my mouth. 

“First, I’m just going to press my lips against yours gently.” His voice was just above a whisper, deep, slightly raspy, and utterly seductive. “All I want in this first pass is to get a feel for the give of your lips, to experiment with their softness.”

He bent his head and I could feel a spark ignite as he touched his lips to mine. A short, high moan issued from the back of my throat as the soft pillows of his lips pressed against me. He lingered only a second or two, pulling back slightly and then pressing forward one more time, slotting his mouth around my top lip and sucking ever so gently. But I still felt the pull lower down, as heat and damp pooled at my core.

He pulled back completely and I slowly opened my eyes to look up into his mossy green orbs; they were warm and reassuring.  

“Good, that was good.” He said.  His voice sounded a bit strained and I prayed it was because the kiss had affected him too.

I nodded and blushed; this was the best class I’d ever been a part of.

“So, you ready to go a little further?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly, making him chuckle.

“Okay, this time I’m going to kiss you for longer, and you’re going to feel my tongue press against your lips. That just means I want you to open up for me, means I wanna taste you.”

My breathing picked up at his words and I nodded frantically, reaching up for his lips, ready for his next lesson.  But he held back, teasing me. 

“Now, now,” he said with a smirk, “wait for your teacher to tell you to begin before starting the lesson.” 

His smirk melted into a warm smile as he pushed his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He moved slowly to touch his mouth to mine again - too slowly for my sanity. So before he could even press his tongue against me, I opened my mouth to let him in.

A deep growl came up from his chest as he swept his tongue into my mouth. Instinctively I copied his movements, desperate to taste him too. I raised my hand to the back of his neck, playing with his short hair as he slanted his mouth over mine again and again, sucking first on my tongue and then on my lips, pulling on them greedily, nibbling at them hungrily. 

I let him feast and feast, not caring about my lack of oxygen, not caring about the time that passed, not caring about anything other than the feel of his velvety tongue and plush lips, crushed against mine.

Finally Jensen pulled away to rest his forehead on mine, breathing roughly. “Jesus, Y/N, either you were lying about this being your first kiss, or you are one hell of a fast learner.”

I grinned as I sucked much needed air into my lungs. “I just have one hell of a teacher.”

***

An hour later we were back on set. Our lips were a little swollen, making me sure that the make-up artists would definitely figure out how we’d spent the hour. But Jensen assured me it wasn’t too noticeable. Very quickly we were on our marks and ready to try again. 

I could hear the hope combined with worry in Phil’s voice as he yelled, “Action!”

I reached out to touch Dean’s soft lips.  “Please, Dean. I need you.”

My voice was desperate and urgent and finally Dean could no longer resist and yanked me forward, crashing me into his chest as he slammed his mouth against mine.

I let out a strangled cry and threw my arms around his neck. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my ribs lifting me off the ground as he strode forward until he had me crushed against the wall.

I slid back down his body to land on my feet, as he cupped my face in his hands. He plunged his tongue into my mouth…tasting me fully…and then…

“Cut! Fantastic guys! That was great.” Phil called out from behind the monitor. “Okay, let’s go for the close ups.”

As the crew bustled around us, Jensen leaned close to whisper against my ear. "Can I expect to see you back in class, bright and early tomorrow?"

With a small shiver, I swayed towards him. "How about an evening class tonight, teach?"

He bit into his lower lip, and gave me a look that had my heart racing and heat blossoming across my skin without so much as a touch from him.

"Hell yeah." He answered me. "Class starts at seven, and I expect you to be prompt and punctual, Ms. Y/L/N."

I giggled, slightly breathless with anticipation. "Yes, Sir."

[torislander]

rant

the worst part about being emotionally empathetic is that i cannot control it.

every video i watch makes me cry; videos of someone who lost a loved one, videos of animals, videos about someone being murdered, videos of people dancing, videos of people scoring a goal in a game, videos of war, videos of someone singing, videos of someone winning something, videos of people having fun.

it literally doesn't matter, i cry over everything.

i love it when people are really good at the things they love so i always cry over happy videos where someone is just casually doing really well at something that they like.

i also cry when other people cry, whether it's happy or sad or otherwise, if someone else tears up i will too.

i spend half of my time at home crying.

i cry during every movie i watch. i can probably count on one hand how many movies didn't make me cry. i even cry during like crappy low-budget films that absolutely should not make anyone cry.

if i hear someone arguing with someone else and it's very clear that one of them is in the wrong and the other one is just being horrible, i will literally cry out of frustration for that person.

i just get really sad for other people.

i cry the most when i don't have the comprehension of what someone is going through. so sad stuff where someone talks about how their friend died or how their boyfriend was murdered or how their country is at war. i have never experienced death at all, let alone war, therefore i have almost zero comprehension of what that could possibly feel like and then i just sob.

i saw a video earlier today of a girl sharing texts from her little sister who is presumed dead in palestine (the little sister is abt ten) and she was saying goodbye to her older sister because she knew she was going to die, so naturally i cried and cried while reading these texts because no one, let alone a child, should have to be kept awake by the sound of bombs wondering when (not if) one is going to hit her. anyway, i was reading comments and some people were like "this almost made me cry, that's so sad" or "omg i teared up at this, i'm so sorry for your loss", as i was literally on the verge of hyperventilating...

i'm obviously not judging anyone cause not everyone cries over these things and that doesn't mean they don't feel as horrible about it as i do, but i just literally don't know what it's like to not cry over something like that.

i also cry for myself sometimes when i tell a story of something that happened to me.

at work we swap stories all the time and sometimes they're like sadder things that happened to us (we don't trauma dump or anything, no one ever cries when sharing it's just stuff that were maybe not Over but we're more or less past (or it's just easy to talk about))(but sometimes they'll tell me a story of something that happened to them and it'll make me tear up and i have to pretend to go grab something so i can wipe them away loll)

but one time i was telling them this story about the last job i had where i worked last thanksgiving. we had a super long line out the door all day because people were picking up their pre orders and stuff (it was a bbq restaurant and we sold smoked hams on holidays that ppl would pre order). so anyway, so bc all of the orders were already in the system their order slips wouldn't print out when i check them in. i had to manually go in and re print it so it would send it to the kitchen so they would know what order to grab. some orders would take longer than others if they ordered to pick it up warm and got a lot of stuff, so it wasn't unusual for someone to sit there for twenty minutes (tops) while they waited.

this one lady came in and i forgot to fucking send her order slip to the kitchen. after abt 20 minutes i notice her sitting there staring at me and she looks pissed but a lot of people who came in that day got pissed when they had to wait 20 min because people are stupid. anyway so i kinda just ignored it bc i figured it'd be out in a minute and also i was super busy. another 20 min go by and i look up and she's sitting there and i was like "oh shit. i fucked up." meanwhile this lady is just sitting there scowling at me ten feet away. (now mind you, she did not at any point come up to me and question me or go up to any of my coworkers to question it, she chose to just sit there all pissed off for 40 min) so i kinda waved her over and i was like "have you still not gotten your order" which obvs she didn't so i was like "omg im so so so sorry, this is all my fault, i did this, i feel so bad, i am going to go tell them to drop everything and make yours real quick" which is exactly what i did, i went and begged the kitchen to drop their orders and make hers (knowing that they'd be pissed w me and they were but i didn't care) and her order was out in like three minutes. i offered her cake i offered her a drink and i continually apologized profusely to this woman bc i felt horrible about it. i felt so horrible abt it that i started to cry. in her face. i had to go into the kitchen to the back for like a quick sec to wipe away my tears and pull myself together.

but yeah, it was my fault and even though this woman didn't use her words and ask me abt her order for forty minutes which obvs was weird i still felt horrible and cried bc i was mad at myself For Her.

anyway, my whole point is that i was telling my current coworkers this like two months ago AS A FUNNY STORY AND I STARTED CRYING WHEN I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE PART WHERE I APOLOGIZED TO HER LIKE WTF IS WRONG W ME ITS A FUNNY STORY AND IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ME SAD I WAS JUST SO FRUSTRATED WITH MYSELF BC SHE WAS FRUSTRATED WITH ME THAT IT STILL MAKES ME CRY.

i dont know what i'm talking about anymore so i'll shut up but i'm just saying i cry too much.

[iwannaban0nym0us]

so according to my friends my life is a romcom (which means the past 2 days have been a lot because it doesn't actually feel like a comedy when you're living it)

btw i'm exhausted and posting this in a half done state because i just need to put this out into the world and i may or may not come back to edit this into like actual coherent thoughts

like 5 6 hours of sleep

good morning text

felt like i was gonna throw up while eating breakfast

first ones at school

on the same bus

talked while explantion and intro stuff

kept canoeing by each other

game them my 3d printed snake

spent all of lunch together

pushed their boat off

i dropped my phone, felt like shit

we got back they were swimming i called my parents

i went over to ask for the snake back, still on the brink of tears, they didn't know where the snake was, them and another friend gave me a hug

they pulled me away from everyone and we talked, and i cried, i don't cry, esp not in front of people, they knew exactly what i needed, "you're not allowed to be worried about me when you're literally crying"

we went to get changed and then we played games

they found my snake and gave it to me and apologized for a stupid joke their (but kinda my) friend made about it and losing things

i did some kinda stupid stuff

some people who i kinda know in the grade asked me how i was doing so ok about losing my phone, at some point i mentioned to M that it was because to be ok about it i had to pretend it was ok and joke about it and like fake it till i make it

they told me that my asshole ex has no idea they hurt me

we acted like we used to and there was a soccer ball

they joked about seeing my cry (which was then corrected to seeing me be emotionally vulnerable) being something on their bucket list

we explored a bit, climbed a tree, at one point they wandered off and i followed after and i paused at the edge of the clearing and just really whished i had my phone because they just looked so pretty slowly walking through and just everything about the moment i was kinda frozen for a minute or 2 and then they turned around

us and friends ate blackberries

my friend confronted me about wtf is going on with me and M and told me to stop flirting with them

there was a campfire and i was so exhausted the guides talked for a while, at one point a friend came up to me and we talked about M and he said i should talk to them (later i found out that friend and the friend who confronted me were considering making a bet on us getting back together by the end of september, so uh wtf)

me and 2 friends slept outside and i told them everything and i knew that i had to talk to M and tell them that i can't deal with the in between anymore and i'm being too logical about everything and it's a stupid situation that's complicated and i hate emotions

i didn't sleep awful but i also got <7 hours of sleep, but the stars were pretty

i choked down a bowl of cereal for breakfast but couldn't get myself to eat any sausage or pancakes

i just kinda hovered around M for a while and kept trying to find the right time to talk to them because i wanted to make sure they were awake enough and ate breakfast and packed enough

i help some people pack up their tents i packed up my tent

eventually when (according to what the teachers had said) we only had 15min left and M me and another friend were talking to guide i pulled M aside and asked to talk to them and as we were walking away from the group i asked if they were up for a serious conversation and they wanted to say no because they had one w/ another friend last night but they ended up saying yes

we talked for a whole hour,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and the conversation still isn't really over

"i loved you"

i felt like i was gonna throw up

both of us talked to a mutual friend

we're both such logical people and want to know why their feelings changed but neither of us can figure it out

we're both so bad about pretending everything is ok and just convincing ourselves and others of that

they cried, like really cried

they told me that i'm a hard person to get over

apperntly i really didn't do anything wrong

they also had a really rough summer and wanted to reach out

we were both so terrified to see each other in person again

we both had a so much fun yesterday

we were both trying to follow the other's lead and that just spiraled

we don't know how to exist as friends

they told me at least 3 times that they still think they made the right decision to break up with me

i mentioned the breakeven line ("what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you") that they had as their status and they were like 'oh shit you saw that' and confirmed that it was about me

when we went back to school we both just pretended that everything was ok, and apperently they were also doing that over the summer while i was trying to feel things and then convicing myself that i was over them

neither of us has ever been through anything like this before and we're just kinda lost

i told them several times how much i trust them

we both really care about each other and neither of us wants what we have to go away

they didn't realize that i don't have a therapist and that led to them telling me how strong i am for making it through everything i did with my asshole ex and i told them that i don't feel strong and they said strong people never do

they know that they hurt me and they're sorry about that but also i can so how much pain they're in too and i can't be mad at them

we both wish that one of us was an asshole so this would be easier, or at least that i had fucked up in some way so that there was a reason for this

we both just kinda knew that if we made it through the summer we would be ok

they're just really really glad to be talking to me again

they feel like they're never going to be able to have a solid romantic realtionship, and idk the words for this one are hard, but like basically if what we had which felt so good and real fell apart then what kind of romantic hope do they have, and i didn't have anything to say to that other than they didn't lose me, and just for me in general that felt good to hear because it meant that they weren't lying when they told me that night that they had never felt like this before

we're gonna try and keep having conversations like this on a semi-regular basis because we still haven't figured out how to exist with each other and that conversation was something we both desperately needed, but also wouldn't have worked if it had happened sooner

i filled my friends in on the conversation and i could see that M was doing the same, and obviously we couldn't tell them everything because the conversation we had was just so long

and we wrapped up the conversation as we were shifting to the next thing and before we broke off into our groups they gave me a good solid hug

then we had some time with advisories, that then morphed into chill time for a little i ended up lying in the sun by M and their friend and one of my friend's boyfriend and then somehow i ended up w/ M's headphones on and they were queuing up music for me to get a sense of their music taste

then we sat in a reflection circle w/ the whole group (i was still listening to their music)

and then after that we went to grab lunches and i lost track of them and then i found them and they were kinda frazzled and looking for a mutual friend of ours and i could smth was going on and what ended up happening is them giving me their phone (so the music would keep playing) while they went to find the friend and idk what happened but i hope it all worked out

i wasn't able to eat lunch, i just like couldn't make myself do it, i did drink a caprisun and eat like 3 marshmallows tho and i talked to a friend for a bit and we were both going through it

then we had a 2 hour bus ride and i just listened to an audio book on my kindle and like half fell asleep and I looked back at M a few times esp when we went over the bridges because i know they don't like bridges

and then we got back to school and i said hi to a few freshmen i know who had gotten back at a similar time and had like one more conversation with a friend and one more with M and then i went home

and i haven't really done anything this evening and i wasn't able to make myself eat anything for lunch/snack (unless you count a singular pack of fruit snacks) but i did a reasonable amount for dinner

oh and btw one of my closet friends didn't end up going on the trip and has a non apple phone (plus just doesn't check messages often) so i can't fill them in on anything until tuesday

i still kinda feel like i'm gonna throw up (no where near as bad as when we were talking tho, because i was like convinced i was gonna throw up then) and that combined w/ the not eating much thing is scaring me

anyway it's 11:15 now and last night i got 6.5 hours of sleep and the night before i got <6 hours of sleep plus like all of that happened so i'm worn out gonna try and sleep now, sorry about the disaster that is this post

[the-terminal-show]

literally have not had anything but nightmares since last year xcept that funny geriatric mario kart sitcom & the one where i cage matched two semi-formless figures 2 death. BUT LAST NIGHT...YEEAHHHH BABY we're back..ohh s3x1 mirror mirror tornado dreams i missed u. It's Symbolismé

I was in a large group of people inside a partly huge cavern / auditorium, but the roof was prob 150ft high, and it was dark, seemingly stretched on forever to the back wall. Everything a bit tinted rusty, mahogany, or burgundy. Despite there being no actual light source the room had a soft dingy glow like dusk, just enough to see everyone. The floor was flat slate marble, there was just a single 3ft step and all of us were on the lower floor except the lead.

Everyone was auditioning for something, standing in a forward facing drill line, and we were all brainstorming their roles and costumes. I kept getting in arguments with whoever was trying to be the director. The camera was free floating when not from my perspective, it panned down the line of just a bunch of randos, paused on some guy in a tennis uniform before continuing to the end of the line. The lead decided the guy at the end should swap and have to wear the uniform, but I said that was a stupid idea and suggested "rebirth inside a volcano", "like a god". I was getting talked over by the lead until the guy was very enthusiastic about it and said he liked and much preferred that.

I just kinda laughed at the lead & they seemed visibly irritated, but conceded finally after a stare down. They said condensingly by time we finished suckin each other the wardrobe could be ready and told us to fuck off. My brain is like, well Ok don't mind If I Do. (pretty sure i was almost lucid at least 3 times but couldn't get there lmao)

So the whole scene shifts, we're supposed to be finding a room, but we're suddenly in some random country. The interior looks like an old library mixed with a 50s country diner and a convenience store counter. Metal edged tables, formica and hard ass wooden seats.

I'm wandering through a tight corridor of books with a nonsensical layout, to reach the front desk. I finally wander out, there are plenty of windows, and terrible white/blueish troffer lights with the glass blown out over a table in the back.

On my way there I run into this dream npc I've seen before in past dreams, whenever I almost cut or change my hair in the dream but we never complete the session. I'm briefly transported to the sickly pepto pink mall salon zone with velvet seats and rusted faux gold accents. Everyone there just has a tiny stand, each set up like a miniature skyscraper, haphazardly stacked with sheets, bottles and towels.

I don't even sit down this time, everything kinda whirrs by me, but she directs me back to the building host of the previous zone. It's an old lady with short curly white hair, round wrinkled face and she barely speaks. She tells us to come sit at the back table through the swing doors, by the windows and under the awful troffer lights.

We're given a large thin white book that's bound with black plastic ringlets like a menu. All the text is printed thick and glossy, but it's all in either greek, italian, or romanian. I'm distressed searching for a language I can read in the glossary but she says that's all there is, with a heavy accent. I'm like well shit, It's Over, Day Ruined, although I'm sure I was supposed to become lucid reading that menu, being that it was super crisp.

Time shifts again and I'm sitting at a musty wooden picnic table in the middle of a pasture. The sun is just barely slipped past the horizon, still making extremely deep overcast storm clouds have that ominous glow. The guy from the auditorium is sat across from me to the right.

There's a random person eating in front of me from a plastic tray, and a slightly overweight man in a tight tractor supply co. shirt dancing in place all alone against a single dilapidated wooden fence by the trash bin (which is an oil drum fitted with a trash sack and rubber band) to the left. I kinda laugh and ask him what he's doing, he just scoffs, makes an unintelligible sound & keeps feelin the groove by himself.

After that I'm too overstimulated by the storm clouds and the electricity in the air, that faint wind that feels like the end & the beginning magnified Cause Dream, it's picking up. Lightning starts rippling through the sky in long branches, my vision is blacking out & i'm doing that full body asmr thing i do where i giggle like i'm overdosing on an oxygen tank and about to pass out.

After a moment I'm trying to get the auditorium guy to notice, hey i'm just like you, hey TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT??! Then there's a tornado to our right out in the field. It's black and smokey, a classic Oz type with an elongating roping tail. I'm mesmerized again, the sky is nearly a bloody mahogany behind the twister, black cloud shelfing. I'm briefly on the ground on my back looking at it upside down. I roll and blink then I'm back at the table.

Eventually the sun is gone but the lightning remains, then I catch two distant ball lightnings, they're zigzagging up into the sky erratically. I'm freaking out and going nnnooo wayyyyyy, but right when everyone turns to look the ball explodes right under the moon into a glittery firework. Everyone thinks I was so excited about a stupid firework and no one listens to me explain so i give up.

I woke up for a short moment cause my YT rain video cut off, then i continued the dream via meditation cause i was so mad i got ripped out of it. So we moved to a pallet in the grass, eventually my medi partner was there too, he made himself look exactly like auditorium guy, and i said, "isn't this all you've ever wanted a chance to do?" i was determined to show the thrill of the storm and lightning and well, the rest is 4 me and not for anyone else. Good Bye 👊

[animeangel21]

Kazutora thots c:

MINORS DNI 18+

Tw: smut (obviously), kazutora is kinda toxic, jealousy, Timeskip! kazutora,choking, slapping, pain infliction, body worshipping, hair pulling, dry humping, bondage, edging, gore, roughness, soft sex.

Valhalla Kazutora

Y’all started talking in high school. Started off as complete and utter strangers. One day you had several strange guys follow you down the hall after you left a class late and headed to your locker to put your books away.

Said boys surrounded you and they pestered you for a few minutes before it just got bad. The one behind you pulled you back and rubbed his crotch on your behind and the other two ran their slimy hands over your thighs and grasped at your panties to pull em off at the same time.

Eventually the sound of feet hitting the floor at a rapid pace then stopping flooded the hall. The hands were torn off your body and you were held in someone’s arms while the guys bones crunching and desperate attempts at screams were all you heard but didn’t see. Your face was buried in the chest of someone who smelled really good. (That will make ya pussy throb) Your hands rested on their upper arms and they had a big hand around your waist.

As you looked up you saw one of the most feared guys Kazutora. “It’s okay Princess nobody can hurt you now you’re stuck with me”

Katuzora knew you. He knew you were a bit naïve sometimes. He kinda wanted you to feel like you needed him but he also wanted you so bad and can only hope you reciprocated said feelings and he would be fine with the way things are and were gonna be wether you needed him or didn’t need him he wouldn’t leave you or threaten to.

You were kinda naïve. You knew it, the world knew it. A lot of the times shit bothered you and you never said a damn thing about it. You were also really easy to manipulate.

So, for the rest of the year and time to come you spent it with Kazutora.

He was your first everything and your parents definitely would’ve dropped dead if they knew you were seeing Kazutora.. So you would sneak out to see your boyfriend and get on his bike and to his place.

God, it made him throb in his jeans. Everyone’s favorite innocent girl, his little lamb, the straight A teachers pet. Sneaking out to see her delinquent boyfriend, ride on his motorcycle, then letting him fuck you face down on his cheetah print rug roughly just like you wanted to like you told him over text while exchanging vulgar pictures and videos.

Kazutora fucked you dumb every other day and would have your arousal dripping down his shaft the cream dripped onto his balls and gathered at the base of his cock everytime even before he’d cum in you even once.

When he cums in you your love it so much it feels so good and takes it’s toll quickly making you hornier and wanting to push tora further and it’s all up to you cause he could drill into you for hours and not stop.

There were times where you’d been days without him some times weeks but you’d also find your way in his room while he was on the phones and he’d push you up against the wall and have you drop to your knees while he was on the phone with Hanma. He’d place a hand on the back of your head and fuck you absolutely stupid but not before he fucks your throat. His hand was placed entangled in your long locks as he thrusted his hips into your mouth as hard as possible till he came with broken growls and Hanma snickered about the situation and teased.

When you guys fight he is kinda mean. Not too mean but he’ll grab your face or if you piss him off…oh he will grab your throat and pull you to his chest and growl in your ear and going on about “ better watch who you’re talking to or I’ll make sure to slap that nice little ass black and fucking blue and put you in handcuffs for the night babe”

He knows if he flusters you you’ll get embarrassed and calm down in the slightest enough for him to slam you against the wall and make out with you.

“You wanna yell at me? I’ll have you screaming by the end of this babe. Let me sincerely apologize to you”

He will fuck you nice and slow tie you up nice and pretty, edge you till your crying and screaming apologies to him. He kisses you so softly afterwards and holds you in his naked lap while you’re keeping his cock warmed in your wet, cum filled pussy.

He definitely will leave so many hickeys and you’ll get teased for it either by him or his friends that follow him around, but they won’t do it too much knowing he’ll break their limbs..again.

He likes to bite you, toy with you and tease you and won’t let you play with him till you have apologized for whatever you said or did while you guys argued for whatever reason and if it gets serious and you don’t want him to touch you then he’ll be begging you to forgive him and hold you close and try not to think about losing you. It kinda irritated him to think about and he’s lowkey a yandere, he’ll for sure find a way to get you back and take…serious matters to get you back.

Before that huge fight on Halloween you’d met Baji and his other friend hanma.They intimidate you and you never really spoke unless spoken to in the first place because you had social anxiety but, they just thought you were a naive little girl too scared to speak to anyone except kazutora. You would find yourself hiding behind him or keeping your face buried in his chest with your arms wrapped around his toned waist.

Halloween came around, baji’s death and Toman whooping Valhalla And after that fight you were left to be by yourself and occasionally see your boyfriend while he was was in juvie. He definitely was deprived seeing you change, your body mature, and your style changing as well.

He was definitely jealous. While seeing you He didn’t know what you did and didn’t do but his fear was someone swooning you and you leaving him but you remained loyal to him no matter what and your toys only did so much and eventually you just pushed any urges aside. The small Polaroid pictures you gave him weren’t enough, he wanted to feel you and bend you over again and fill you up so bad but he wouldn’t be able to with the guards that constantly surround him and monitor his every move.

Over time and during the first couple of months it was bad. You were hit on by so many guys from various gangs and random strangers. The worst part was your parents. They wanted your head when they found out you were seeing him and lost it on you. They kicked you out and you stayed with a friend, got a job and bought a nice apartment for yourself.

You tried to take safe by yourself and distract your needs by going out with your girls and having a good time drinking and smoking with them.

Kazutora didn’t know you smoked cause it was definitely something you would get punished for and you could go to jail.

So before he came back you’d stop and get rid of evidence.

TIMESKIP KAZUTORA

Seeing him again you were freaking the fuck out. You got waxed, dressed up for him and watched him change over the years and you couldn’t help but just get wet on the drive over to the big house to pick him up.

Once the buzzer sounded and he walked out he looked around and his eyes landed on your shorter figure standing next to a car. You weren’t lookin in his direction you were staring at the knee high boots with like 10 buckles on them that looked quite expensive.

You could feel someone looking at you and you were pretty zoned out but once you saw kazutora you ran up to him and he dropped his bags and picked you up in his arms and held you close. Your thick thighs wrapped around his waist and he couldn’t help but think of such lewd things while you cried on his shoulder. He wanted your legs wrapped around him and you crying for other reasons.

You drove to your apartment that you cleaned and had prepared him a meal as well. The whole car ride you laughed and joked about life, his hand never left your thigh the entire ride and it kinda made you a lil excited to get home.

Once you guys pulled in and walked inside he was all over you, he pulled you into him by the throat and kissed you finally. Your hands fell straight into his hair and pulled him closer than you could possibly imagine not giving him the chance to breathe.

“Goodness you’re fucking needy, didn’t you fuck yourself enough doll? Did nobody satisfy you? Let me guess you need me to fuck you good”

Your eyes widen as he pulls his red bitten lips away from your swollen ones. His hand tightened around your throat and you gasped and it sounded more like a moan. “N-no I-I couldn’t c-cum without you.. didn’t feel good I never saw anyone except the girls I p-promise” voice caught in your throat your hands grabbed his wrist and that only made him choke you harder and your knees felt so weak like they’d give up any minute.

“Nobody better have or else id have to sit on death row for murder sweetheart.”

He loosened his grip slightly and pushed your head back and moved his big hand to your chin to squish your cheeks together and marked up your throat and left a plethora of bruises and bites. You could feel uncomfortable your panties were under your skirt and your thighs rubbed together for a tad bit of friction at least.

He was listening to your whines and moans in his ear and occasionally glanced up to see the fucked out look on your face. He knew you needed this and after waiting so long and late nights fucking his fist to the thought of it being you for so long.

He noticed and kicked your legs apart and pushed his knee against your privates his free hand fell on your hip and he pulled away from your neck to lick his lips and look down on you.

Could you have gotten smaller? Oh well he had no complaints. You looked absolutely gorgeous in his eyes with your fucked out face, drooling lips, and wet pussy.

“If you’re that needy slut then get off on my thigh first.”

“N-no tora, I need you so bad! I can’t wait”

He bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning. He let go of your chin and took you to the bedroom which was already opened and you had a vanilla scented candle lit on the dresser.

He started to grope you and pulled your clothing off and started with your top. He pulled off the black sweater you wore and unclipped your bra tossing it elsewhere and stopped immediately. He was frozen in shock at what he saw. It was the black and gold barbells going through both nipples and the tattoo of his tattoo between your tits and going down your sternum.

“When did ya do this baby? Who saw my pretty baby naked? Hope you didn’t get this done by that bald fuck.”

“ n-no she was a girl she was nice and did the piercings for free.. you don’t like em?”

He scoffed. Tora could be mean and lie,call you a slut His slut.He could tell you that you pierced them for some other guys.But, again he knew how your brain worked you were so naïve. He could already see your lash line wet with tears “I love em babe, my little slut did this for me and marked herself for me. Why would I hate it? Don’t you worry that dumb little head princess I’ll make you remember I love everything you do for me”

This made your heart melt and now you wanted to cry. It seemed unrealistic to have him back and reality was settling in. You didn’t realize that now you wouldn’t have to wake up crying and screaming in the middle of the night cause you missed him and had nightmares about Losing him permanently.

You didn’t realize you were crying so hard it completely snapped him out of his thoughts and he leaned in and caressed your face with both hands wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Doll, I won’t leave you again. I promise, I swear, till the day I die.”

He passionately kissed you and the sob that racked your body was swallowed by his mouth. He moved his hands down to brush against your nipples which were unbelievably sensitive.

“ shit, tora! They-they’re sensitive”

“Good, I like em that way. You always been sensitive everywhere. I’ll make you cum just from playing with them just not tonight”

The pads of his thumbs pushed down on your nipples and you moaned right in his mouth causing his cock to twitch more than it was. Since he laid eyes on your body he’s been hard.

His mouth kissed down your neck and to your sternum where his you ngl trailed around the black swirling ink that represents his tattoo.

He moved his hand from your nipples to grab at your skirt and pull it off along with your panties the last thing left on was the knee high socks that were black and white with horizontal stripes.

He looked over your body and saw the leather choker that had a pendant on it around your throat and he grabbed the pendant and turned it to see it was his initials in the prettiest font. He decided it would stay on but not before grabbing it and tugging you forward into a kiss.

You moaned as he did that and he dropped you again and his eyes went down your body and landed on your glistening cunt.

He couldn’t help but see how pretty it was. It always had been but clearly you’d gained some weight over time in all the right places and took care of yourself. You were fucking soaked and it stroked his ego.

It coated your thighs and was dripping out of you at that point in globs he would’ve thought you came already several times.

He pulled off his clothes and you could see how toned and different his body was you’d be lying if you say it didn’t make you wetter.

“See somethin you like?” Your face was burning now.

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled em off revealing his bulge and you unconsciously scoot up on the bed. He noticed, he turned his body to you and grabbed your ankles pulling you to the end and making your bottom half hit his thighs.

He bent over and you could feel his man grind his bulge into your count making you moan loudly into his mouth while he sucked and but on your tongue.

You could only thing to yourself, it’s too big, it’s too big, he’s so much bigger, it’s fucking not gonna fit.

He dropped to his knees and his hot breath fanned over your pussy and he ate you out like a starved man. He drank up all you had to offer, licked and sucked at your thighs leaving bite marks, bruises, and a couple finger shaped bruised and hand prints from spanking your thighs when you closed those pretty legs.

“T-tora stop M’ gonna pee stop” you felt an unforgettable but pleasurable feeling.

“Oh?” Was all he said and sucked on your clit and still continued his actions.

You squirmed and moaned louder and gasped loudly as he started to suck on your clot and not stop. You couldn’t stop what happen and released all over his face. It sounded like a faucet and like you were peeing against his face but your eyes rolled back and he just continued his ministrations.

He gave you one more suck and pulled his fingers out your cunt, you have a yelp and laid on your back catching your breath and trying to process what happen.

“You squirt all over my mouth baby, sexy little thing, you soaked our sheets baby i would love for you to do that on my cock.” He said and ran his fingers through your folds and dipped them into your hole. He coated them in your cum and cream and shoved them deep in your throat making you gasp and gag around them. Out of instinct so you don’t gag you tried to grab at his wrist and tried to pull them out. He made a face and pulled them out for you and slapped you across the face and you moaned.

“Little girl, don’t forget who owns you I’ll do what I please” you whined and give a nod and grabbed his fingers and sucked them clean swirling your tongue around them individually. “ good girl”

He knew that phrase would make your hole clench, he pulled himself out his boxers and tossed them. A sight it was, he’s about 7.5 inches, not too many veins, but fuck was he girthy now and you’re drooling over it.

His hand softly cupped your jaw and he placed his lips on yours. He lined himself up with you with his now free hand and the tip stretching you out wasn’t even the worse part. You let out a broken cry and thank god for your arousal or else you would’ve been crying for him to back out.

“I know princess, m sorry”

He pushed himself in further and stopped half way to make sure you’re still okay, your eyes were squeezed shut tightly and your heart was beating out your chest and you were in fear he would hear it.

He pulled out some and thrusted back in and you let out the cutest moans he ever heard they’re so high pitched and you sound so submissive that he wants to be rough with you but he couldn’t cause you still needed to re adjust and get a little reminder of what you got back… his fat dick.

“T-Tora please, I need it. E-Even if it hurts fuck me please I need this so bad, it hurts how b-bad I need you”

“As you wish pretty, you’re creaming on me already I know you need me. Take a look!” And with that he thrusted all the way in you and you pulled his hair and moaned and screamed at the same time.

Your body would not respond to your brain to relax. You thought you could hear him saying something to you but you were so out of it.

He pulled his free hand from your hip to your face and tapped it a couple times not too hard but hard enough to snap you out of it.

“Cmon love don’t get too dumb on me now, relax a bit and then I’ll fuck you the way I know you want it. I’ll fuck you as hard as you want and as hard as I want”

After a few thrust you relaxed and his face remained close to yours looking straight into your shut eyes. “Open your eyes, look at me”

Your eyes peeled open and you stared right into his eyes he was so hot. He thrusted into you slowly but his thrust were hard, he was slamming his hips into you and pulling his length out mostly before going back in. His swear was bearing on his forehead already, his hair kinda messy cause you pulled on it,lips were kinda swollen and his presence was dominating your space.

His hand gripped your jaw now and he picked up the pace little whines and moans falling from your spit covered lips with every single time his hips met yours and with those teary eyes were gonna drive him insane.

“My Good little girl” and with that sentence he slammed into you making your legs shake a bit. Your eyes shut again and you moaned and he smirked.

“Keep your eyes on me princess, I never said look away or close them. Did I?”

“N-no ‘m sorry tora” you moaned and squirmed causing him to growl.

“ s’ okay baby. Let me help y-” you didn’t get him finish, you grabbed him by the throat and pulled him into a kiss. His eyes went wide and he swore he could feel himself throb inside of you.

You fucked up! You know you did but the fact that he didn’t pull away or fight you on this was the least of your concerns. His hand moved from your jaw to your throat and he squeezed and pushed you further into the mattress.

Your hand fell from his neck and both of your small hands wrapped around his wrist.

“If you’re gonna do something, do it right” he grabbed your leg with his other hand and pushed that leg up and your foot rested on his shoulder.

He started to grind his hood into your and fucked you vigorously, unforgiving, his fingers were digging into your thigh making you clench around him and he watched your eyes roll back as you creamed around his shaft and he fucked you harder.

“Where you want it? Huh? Want me to fuck a kid Into you my pretty little cum slut? You wantt to me to fill you up?” He was fucking you so hard that the bed was hitting the wall with each thrust.

“ I-I’m on birth control, want it inside tora”

He felt himself let go completely at that point. He came so hard, harder than he had in a long long time and he got to come in you and not worry about you getting pregnant.

He growled from his chest as he moved his hand from your throat to your hair and pulled your head back making you yelp

“ sorry pretty I didn’t even get to admire these” he spat on your nipple his hot saliva landed on it making you moan.

He swirled his tongue around your nipple and his teeth teased the barbell before he sucked on it quite harshly and you bit your lip trying not it moan loudly, but your pussy said it all, you were clenching down on him like he would dissolve any minute now.

He showed the same treatment to the other and sucked hickeys into your boobs and then brushed his lips against yours.

“Open your mouth” you obeyed his command and he looked you in the eyes and spit into your mouth. You don’t hesitate to swallow and he winks at you. “Now get on your stomach, ass up”

He slips out of your drenched cunt and grabs your arms and crosses your wrist on your lower back.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and shoved himself back into you. “ tight fucking cunt, you are so needy princess.”

He thrust into you again and he’s ruthless. He throws his head back and holds your head and takes his bottom lip between his teeth and smirks. You open your eyes and look at him and he looks so hot like this.

He pulls your hair back again and used it as leverage to fuck you harder. Your legs shake and back arched deeper, your moans were so loud you might as well scream his name.

“Yeah, that’s it princess scream my name.”

He knew how bad your legs were shaking he could practically feel you shaking completely.

You felt your legs giving out and he caught on and let your hair go harshly sending your head forward and into the pillows beneath you. Both his head grab your hips and use them to bring you back on his cock with more power and a lot harder while still thrusting into you at a fast pace.

“T-tora! S’ lot, a-Ahh a-lot” you moaned dumbly.

“Shut up before you work for your own orgasm” he lifted his hand and spanked you se ding your face into the pillow to scream/moan.

“ fucking dirty bitch, ah fuck, you like that huh? Haven’t had that done ina while have ya?my bitch” He groaned between thrust and I could tell he would cum soon cause he slowed down but thrusted harder.

“I-ah yes tora! Fuck, m’ gonna cum,mma’ make a mess’’ your eyes lidded, dumb on his cock.

He looked at your face and he could cum just from the sight. You mouth and chin had drool all over, swollen lips from kissing and biting, a blush spread across your cheeks and your eyes were about to roll back.

“Fuck, cum for me doll I’ll breed your little cunt for you and make sure everyone knows it’s mine you got that slut?” He slapped your ass hard again and sent you into your orgasm your eyes completely rolled back and he dug is finger tips into your hips painfully hard making you whine and squirm underneath him.

“Yeah keep running kitten I’ll keep you here and you’ll. take. it.” he gave you a thrust with the last three words and came deep inside you. He moaned falling on your shoulder and biting into.

Your legs didnt stop shaking and you could barely feel your hips and upper thighs cause the grip he had on you.

Short, high pitch Whimpers fell from your lips as you felt him thrust into you over and over riding out his high. You squirmed away from him promoting him to pull you back and hold you still.

He moaned into your ear and chuckled “always running but im gonna catch you”

“S’ not funny tora” you whine pushing your blushing face.

His grip faltered and his arms held him up. He could never get tired of you nor your body. He can be quite.. toxic if you will he knows it and won’t deny it.

But he’s changed a bit he knew he had to lighten up a bit and he trusted you but, there was that inkling of insecurity that you’d find someone being lonely n all. From the way he treated you today and how you creamed all over him he knew he had you on lockdown.

His long hair tickled your shoulders as he sat up on his knees and looked down at his smaller girlfriend with a smirk on his face. Your hair was a mess, you’re covered in hickeys,sweat,and cum, the bite mark seemed to get redder as the minutes went by and your eyes were slightly crossing and barely open because of how tired you were and your brain was mush. He slapped your ass harder than he did all day and slipped his dick out and you gasped turning around and punched his chest weakly but to you it was pretty hard.

“That hurt” you whined feeling the burning sensation.

You looked up at him and he continued to smirk down at you. “Well you were falling asleep..and I need to get you cleaned up”

“What ever happen to, ‘okay love get up and let me slip my dick out so I can clean you up’ huh?”

“You really think you can be a smart ass right now like I won’t bend you over again? This time you won’t Cum at all” He said grabbing my chin to look him in the eyes.

“No, but you had other options” I retorted and he rolled his eyes before getting off there bed and dragging me towards the end.

He lifted me up and I groaned in pain and my face fell into the crook of his neck. “Aw, sorry Princess. I’ll ease up on ya next time”

Now, it was your turn to roll your eyes cause you know fully that he won’t. You could feel his cum dropping out of you and before you knew it you were being set in a hot tub that smelled just like your vanilla and rose body wash. You were still sat in his lap as his hands massaged your sore legs and body.

“ I missed you baby, missed this , your body , I missed everything..I can’t wait to spend this time with you”

“ I missed you too tora, we’re gonna make it no worries.

—————- skip aftercare ( I believe his after care is okay,not best )

Once you fell asleep laying on top of him as you always did, he did used he’d searched through your phone and just go through your messages, Snapchat’s, camera roll, etc..

Interesting things to say the least, of course snap chats of you with your friends, drunk videos were expected, some pictures were questionable some a little more scandalous than others, some you had been wearing clothes he never thought you would wear.

He went into your snaps to see you had gone shopping for lingerie and purchased some, even took Pictures in it. His arm around your waist that didn’t hold your phone tightened.

He swiped over 3 times and saw your my eyes only. He guessed the password 2 times and realized it was his birthday and when it opened videos of you playin with yourself showed and he smirked. He clicked the first and most recent one and you you were humping your pillow and rolling your nipples between your fingers never stoping your hips. You lifted your self up and in all its glory’s a dildo was inside you the whole time with a thin creamy ring around the base dripping down the balls. Boy, that was a sight you cried out his name over n over and wanted to cum so bad.

You were gonna be the end of him but at least you didn’t sleep with another man, he’d rather you fuck plastic than another man obviously.

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Peter’s Birthday

Oh my God, 3 fics in a week. Must be some sort of new record between my writer’s block and school. Don’t expect this often, I’m just priortizing writing more than some of my unnecessary (unhealthy) hobbies (scrolling through social media and rereading texts that only make me feel bad about how happy/stupid i was). Is that a toxic trait? I feel like that’s probably a toxic or a self-depreciation kinda thing or something. Oh well. I had so many ideas for Peter that he definitely gets a birthday next year, and maybe the year after that. 

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Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader, Implied!Happy Hogan x May Parker, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Warnings: Fluffy!!! implied smut right at the end, reader kinda has a mental breakdown bc she can’t cook, she also got fired for no reason (but let’s just go with her boss made sexual comments and she didn’t reciprocate the feelings bc peter and so he fired her bc that seems like it happens enough), matt murdock is mentioned, he also gets shot and comes to the reader and peter to get patched up, reader knows how to do stitches bc of peter. mentions of violence, guns, bullets, a drug ring, and punisher

Word Count: 2509

Summary: After being fired from your job, Peter gets you a new one working for Nelson and Murdock. After you burn his birthday dinner, Peter reminds you that you’re going to May’s for a party tonight. After the party, your new boss needs some stitching up after a nasty fight. What a day in the life of Spiderman’s girlfriend, especially on his birthday.

Just before Peter’s birthday, you were pretty much broke. You had just gotten fired from your less-than-minimum-wage-paying job, and were in the process of job searching. Even though the pay was terrible, it was still better than nothing. And you were looking specifically in the proximity of Stark Tower for your next job, especially since you knew Peter was Spiderman and was working for Tony. You weren’t a superhero, but you helped out when you could, especially with patching Peter up, since he was very prone to getting beat up by not-so-friendly neighbourhood purse robbers. You still got him a nice card and everything, but you felt terrible that you couldn’t afford a gift for him. 

He knew how much you were beating yourself up over this for about a week beforehand, and reassured you that he didn’t need anything, only you.

But you felt shitty about not being able to get your own boyfriend a gift for his birthday, especially after the beautiful necklace he had gotten you for your last birthday. A spider with an engraving in the back that said “For my princess, I love you.” and unless he had 3-D printed that shit with Ned, you knew it had to have been expensive. So you decided to make Peter a spectacular birthday dinner.

Except you burned the pizza you were trying to make from scratch. So then you tried to make him a birthday cake.

But you forgot to add eggs to the cake and then you overwhipped the icing. Finally, as a last resort, you tried to make your mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

Yet somehow they wound up raw on the top, burnt on the bottom, wonky, and completely unlike the way your mom makes them. Not being able to take it anymore, you burst into tears after closing the oven. You couldn’t buy your boyfriend a present due to lack of funds, make him dinner, cake, or cookies; and you couldn’t even order takeout because of just how broke you were while trying to find a job in New York.

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This was how Peter came home to find you. Surrounded by blackened pizza, a deformed cake, chunky icing, and lumps of cookies. And bawling your eyes out.

“Hey, hey, princess. What’s going on?” He asked softly, coming over to wrap you in a hug.

“I- I-” You hiccuped, not being able to get your words out.

Peter rubbed your back, letting you cry. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, surrounding you with comfort. “I’m here, princess. Everything’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You wailed, still surrounded by your failed creations.

“Then you gotta tell me what’s wrong, princess. Why are you crying?”

“I- I’m too broke to buy you anything after I got fired for no goddamn reason, I burnt dinner that I was trying to make you, I forgot to add eggs to the cake, I overwhipped the icing, and I don’t even know what happened to the cookies, but they look both raw and burnt! And I’m too broke to order in takeout, unless you’re buying, we’re gonna have to go hungry tonight because I’m too broke and stupid to do anything!” You cried, sobbing into Peter’s shirt after your hell-hole of a week. 

Peter softly shushed you, letting you cry into his shirt, knowing how emotionally taxing the last few weeks have been on you. “Honey, I got you a job.”

You made a questioning noise, pulling your head out of the collar of his shirt. Ah, I’ll get the tear stains out in the laundry this weekend. You thought, looking at Peter curiously.

“It’s not with Mr. Stark.” He started, “But you will be working with a superhero. At the very least I’ll know you’re protected.”

“Don’t tell me I’m running PR for the Hulk.” You said, smiling softly at your protective boyfriend.

“You are definitely not Bruce’s new PR person, but that is a great idea, he definitely needs that after Hulk hasn’t been let out in a while. But no. I got you a job working at Nelson and Murdock, you’re gonna be a secretary there, and Mr. Murdock, or Matt as he’ll insist you call him, is Daredevil.”

“You got me a job at Nelson and Murdock, working with Daredevil, in Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked, summarizing what he said.

Peter nodded. “I did, yes.”

“Oh, Peter!” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. “God, I love you so much. What would I ever do without you?”

“Well-”

“We’re not talking about the ruined food surrounding us.”

“I was going to say you’d be a lot safer, but since you mention it..”

You glared at him jokingly. “Help me clean it up, please?”

“Of course, princess.” He said, kissing your forehead. “And don’t forget that we have to go to May’s tonight for the party she’s throwing for me.”

“Oh, I forgot! I wouldn’t have tried cooking if I had remembered!”

“It’s okay, my love. Everything’s okay. You go get ready, and I’ll clean up the mess.”

You kissed Peter softly, thanking him, and heading into your shared bedroom to get changed. You took a quick shower, washed your hair and blow dried it so that you wouldn’t have to wait for it to dry. When you came out of the bathroom, Peter was all dressed up in his suit and there was a dress on the bed that matched the tie laying next to it.

“Of course you want me to wear your favourite dress for your birthday.” You chuckled, dropping the towel from around your torso and getting Peter to help you into the dress. He did the most important part, of course, zipping you up in the back.

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While you started on your hair and makeup, Peter used the full-length mirror in the bedroom to tie his tie. It wasn’t until you glanced over at him that you remembered that Peter can’t tie a tie. “Pete, c’mon in here, you know you can’t tie ties. Now, while I’m tying, you pick the eyeshadow and lipgloss or lipstick you want me to wear, birthday boy.”

“What about that really bright pink lip gloss that you love wearing when you’re teasing me because of how good it looks on you? And maybe pair it with this eyeshadow?” He pointed to your favourite shade of eyeshadow on your favourite pallet. (A/N:If you have more than one eyeshadow pallet, unlike me. What? Who only has one in this day and age, I know.) 

“Of course, Petey. When do we have to get there again?” You said, straightening the tie around his collar.

“Sweetheart, we moved a floor up. We just have to take either a flight of stairs or the elevator for one floor.” Peter chuckled, softly kissing you before you finished your makeup so he wouldn’t ruin anything.

You sighed while doing your eyeshadow, “That means May heard the smoke alarm going off when I burned the pizza.”

“Probably, yup.” Peter said, kissing the top of your head. “But you know she’ll just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m definitely not. But you got me a job, so I guess I can’t complain too much, can I?”

“You start Monday, and Mr. Stark is bringing Matt to the party tonight so you can meet him.”

“Oh yeah, who’s coming to this thing?” You asked, pulling your favourite lipgloss out.

Peter rested his chin on top of your head, lightly wrapping you in a hug. “May, Happy, Tony, Pepper, Matt, Ned, and MJ. And then you and me.”

“And we’re definitely getting kicked out early tonight because May and Happy will want to spend the night together.”

“Don’t tell me things like that, princess. I don’t wanna hear about who my aunt’s dating.”

You chuckled, giving yourself one last glance over in the mirror. “I’d say they’re doing a little more than dating, sweetheart.”

“I did not need to hear that.” Peter said, putting your heels on for you and dragging you out the door.

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After the party, you and Peter went back upstairs to your apartment to tuck into bed for the night, and possibly the weekend depending on how you woke up feeling. One way or the other.

Matt Murdock was really nice, although what Peter had forgotten to tell you was that Matt’s blind and has enhanced senses. His hearing is impeccable, he was even able to tell when Peter was teasing you at the party based on how your heart rate changed, from across the room.

Note to self: Don’t flirt with Peter at work. You thought, realizing that Matt also probably had an enhanced sense of smell.

A tap at the window brought you out of your brain, finally allowing you a little peace, until you realized that Peter was snoring peacefully next to you and was not the idiot currently tapping on your window. You disentangled yourself from Peter carefully before creeping to the window and opening the curtain a crack. What, did I think about my new job too much? Can he read minds too?

“Matt?!” You whisper-yelled, “What the fuck are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night! I haven’t even started work yet!” Instead of speaking to answer your questions, he just moved his hand off of his shoulder, which definitely had a bullet sitting in it right now and was going to be gushing all over your bathroom in a minute. “Come in, don’t drip on the floor.” You sighed, giving your new boss entry to your home through your bedroom window.

“Nice place.” He said, walking over to the bathroom where Peter had surely told him that you keep the first aid kit.

“Princess?” Peter groaned softly, waking up slightly. “What’s going on, where are you?”

“I’m right here, Pete.” You told him, walking over to the bathroom. “Apparently I’m going to be spending my nights patching up two self-sacrificial idiots now. Fuckin’ superheroes.”

“Two? I thought I was the only one you patched up.” Peter moped, following you into the bathroom.

You gestured to Matt, sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “I was, except saying ‘no’ to my new boss seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t fire you for not patching me up, kid. Peter told me that you help him out when he’s hurt, and I got into a bit of a predicament tonight.”

“I thought the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen didn’t like guns.” You mumbled, dipping the tweezers in some rubbing alcohol.

“I don’t.” He responded. “Jesus, fuck, that hurts!”

“I thought you were Catholic, Matt.” You said, pulling the bullet out of his shoulder.

He chuckled, “I am, but I swear when I’m getting a bullet out of my shoulder.”

“Fair point. You don’t mind if I sew this up, do you? A band-aid won’t fix this.”

“Whatever you need, kid. Just as long as I don’t bleed out on your floor.”

“Can’t be killing my boss before I even get to my first day of work.” You said, threading a small needle with medical thread.

Matt raised an eyebrow, “Is that medical thread? How do you know how to do stitches?”

“I took a medical class in highschool, May works at the hospital, and Peter’s been a clutz since we were kids. I’ve seen him sewed up more than once before I started doing his stitches.” You told Matt, tying the knot around the end so you wouldn’t lose the needle. “I’d ask if you’re ready, but you’ll know before I pierce your skin anyway.”

“I will, so go for it, kid. You can’t hurt me more than I already am.”

You nodded, starting to thread his wound shut. “Good job getting it to stop bleeding, princess.” Peter said, kissing your forehead softly. “But Matt, who’s shooting at you with a .38 at 1AM halfway across the city? And why come back to this end to get sewn up? Don’t you have someone that helps you?”

“I don’t have anyone that helps sew me up, sometimes I can call Foggy if I know he’s not with Karen, but since they’re usually together, I usually have to hope that I won’t bleed out in my sleep.”

“You’re sending a text to one of us with your location, and we’ll both be there. There’s no need for you to get all the way from Hell’s Kitchen to Queen’s with a bleeding wound.” Peter said, pulling the roll of bandages out of the first aid kit to pass to you when you were done with Matt’s makeshift stitches.

“And would you believe me if I said I was busting a drug ring?”

“The only part I would find unbelievable is that you didn’t have backup.” You said, beginning to wrap his shoulder. “And don’t give me the whole ‘The Devil works alone’ spiel because I know that Daredevil and Punisher are quite close, and you could’ve called Peter or Tony for backup. No more working alone, because eventually you’ll bleed out before someone can fix you.”

Matt smiled, eyes moving back and forth between where you and Peter’s voices were coming from. “Okay. If I see something that I can’t handle alone, I’ll send a text to Frank or Peter, and if I get into trouble from something that I can handle, I’ll text either you or Peter to come patch me up, kid.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said, cutting off the bandage and tucking it in. “Try and change those in the morning, and if not, we’ll swing by to change them for you. I’ll change them Monday when I get to the office.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug and heading over to the window. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Take the door, Matt.” Peter said, leading him through your tiny apartment. “Elevator is at the end of the hall, on the left.”

Matt chuckled. “I can hear it whirring, Pete. But thank you.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Matt.” Peter said, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned around to see you leaning in the doorway between the living room and the bedroom.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked, making grabby hands for your boyfriend.

Peter smiled, coming over to wrap you in a hug. “Of course we can, princess.” The two of you, still hugging, walked back to the bed. “Did you clean up the bathroom?”

“I put everything away and cleaned up any residual blood. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can, baby girl.”

“Are you upset that I didn’t do anything.. sexy for your birthday?”

Peter hugged you tighter, kissing the top of your head. “Of course not. We can do anything any day of the year, we don’t need to do anything special for my birthday.”

“Maybe we’ll be in a better spot next year and I can do something special for you.” You said, peppering kisses across his chest.

“..What if we did something now?” Peter asked, rolling the two of you over.

[fific7]

Ticket to Ride - Part 1

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance. Billy gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕕, 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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You were grabbing armfuls of clothes out of the wardrobe and dumping them into the three massive suitcases you’d laid open on the floor. If any of your friends had seen you at that point, they’d have said you looked like a woman possessed.

Finally, the wardrobe was empty of your clothes, and you moved on to the chest of drawers and then the bathroom. The contents were shovelled into a couple of large backpacks, as were various other bits and bobs from bedside table drawers and shelving units. In a surprisingly short space of time, you’d packed up everything that belonged to you in this damned apartment.

That left you just two very quick things to do, and you could then somehow get all this luggage downstairs into the lobby and get the hell out of Dodge.

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The receptionist at the airport hotel you were booking into looked at the amount of luggage you had with you, and studied your face again carefully. No doubt she was wondering if you were a celebrity. Obviously deciding that there was an outside chance that you were but she just hadn’t recognised you, you were given an upgrade on the room without even asking for one.

Plopping down onto the bed once you’d got into your room, you rummaged around in one of the backpacks until you found your laptop, connecting it to the hotel WiFi. Opening one of the major airlines’ websites, you began scrolling through the destinations offered from JFK.

So many to choose from!

Now to plan your getaway.

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Billy Russo got back home really late. He was going to be in trouble, no doubt about it... he hadn’t even texted because he hadn’t wanted to face any questions about what he was doing and when he’d be home.

Opening the apartment door, he was surprised to find it in darkness. Oh... had she gone to bed already? That wasn’t a good sign. He switched on the lights and immediately noticed a sheet of paper and a photo frame lying prominently on the kitchen island.

Walking over, he didn’t even have to pick up the note to read it. There was only one word, printed large.

“Goodbye.”

His stomach knotted and then he looked at the photo frame lying next to it. The photo was the one which was usually on the bedside table, a favourite of his.... she was sitting on a bar stool and he was behind her, his arms right around her. Both laughing into the lens as the photo was taken.

The photo was still in the frame, but it was torn in two.

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Finally, by the next morning you’d decided on London. You’d never been, and quite honestly wanted to lose yourself in another big city. Flight booked, an AirBnB apartment booked for two weeks and you didn’t need a visa, so you were all set.

Now just one more thing to do. You opened up the box containing your new mobile phone and fitted the SIM card into it. After about twenty minutes of entering contact details and various apps onto it, you took your original phone and called Karen.

Her bored voice answered so you knew she was already at work, but she perked up when she heard your voice.

“Hi honey! How’re things? Wanna meet up for lunch today? I’m bored and I need a good gossip.”

You were a freelance copy writer and so you were your own boss. There were one or two assignments you were currently working on, but you could work from anywhere you could get a WiFi connection, so that wasn’t a problem.

“Uhhh, sadly not darling, I’m flying to London this afternoon.” You could hear her intake of breath, then she squealed, “Oh you lucky woman, how’d you manage to land an assignment like that?”

You gave a bitter little laugh, “I’ve left Billy.”

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Billy had sat on his sofa for a long time after he’d seen the note and photo. At first he’d just had to sit down, overwhelmed, as he had the most horrible feeling that his world was crashing down around his ears.

She was the one person who made him feel safe and loved. But he knew only too well that he’d been walking the line recently what with the situation at Anvil and having to keep Madani sweet. He hadn’t actually crossed the line, but he’d had to make sure she thought that he would, and soon at that. Would he have crossed it? He’d need to get back to himself on that question.

Of course he’d mentioned none of this to his girl. But obviously - somehow - he mustn’t have done a very good job at being discreet because she’d guessed something was up. And left him.

He’d poured himself a large whisky and downed it in one, before going over to the window and looking out forlornly at the city lights. Then he called Frank.

When he heard the gruff growl on the other end of the line, he said, “She’s left me, Frankie,” and realised how hoarse his voice sounded.

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“What?!” screeched Karen. You hadn’t divulged your recent secret fears to her, hoping against hope that you were wrong when you’d started noticing little things over the past few weeks. But now you gave her a full rundown of it all.

More and more claims of ‘working late’ and ‘being very busy at work’.

Alcohol on his breath after he’d been on these ‘working late’ evenings.

A distinct smell of CK’s Eternity from a jumper he’d left crumpled up in a corner on the bedroom floor when he’d been out extra late one evening.

The final straw? You almost laughed when you thought about it, as it was such a cliché. A smear of dark red lipstick on the inside collar on one of his otherwise pristine white shirts. And another unmistakable whiff of Eternity.

You’d never be able to wear that damn perfume again.

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Frankie had been suitably sympathetic to start with, but had then begun to berate Billy for being ‘a stupid asshole’ once he’d explained what he’d been up to with Madani. “I didn’t sleep with her!” Billy grumbled, “....just messin’ around. You know we need to know what she knows.”

“Yeah, but women ain’t stupid, Russo! Were you goin’ home reeking of booze and another woman’s perfume?” Billy said nothing at first, just grunted but then said, “Maybe. Yeah.. probably.” “See!” said Frank, “...you’re a stupid asshole!” “I mean, she didn’t even challenge me on it!” Frank started laughing, “So that makes it her fault, huh!? You’re a piece of work, Russo.” “No, no.... I just meant, aren’t you supposed to have arguments about that kinda stuff first? She just up and left me!”

“I don’t blame her,” said Frank, “...and you know she’s not the type to take any BS from you, Bill. She probably thought it wasn’t worth her time listenin’ to you tryna give excuses for the inexcusable.”

Billy was reminded by this that one of Frank’s pet peeves was infidelity. “But I didn’t cheat!” said Billy forcefully. “Whaddya do, kiss her?” “Yeah.” “Feel her up a bit?” “Mmhuh.” “That’s cheatin’ in my book, Russo.” Billy realised he was hanging his head in shame, and quickly looked up and out of the window again.

“I dunno what to do, Frankie.”

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You’d given Karen your new number and told her on pain of death not to pass it on to anyone, even Frank and especially not to Billy. She’d assured you she wouldn’t, and neither would she tell them where you were headed.

She’d been fuming at Billy, and you wouldn’t like to be in his shoes the next time she happened to meet up with him. Her rage had been quite spectacular and she was really, really pissed that Billy hadn’t even tried to contact you. You didn’t say anything to her, but secretly you wondered if he’d actually spent the night with his side piece on this occasion and hadn’t even seen your note yet. Jealousy and anger began to take over and you stood up abruptly, determined that thoughts of that douchebag weren’t going to invade your brain.

You took the SIM card out of the phone, shut it down and tucked it away in one of your bags. Gathering all your stuff together, you began to get ready to leave the room..

Can’t wait to get on that plane, you thought.

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Frankie rang Billy back a couple of hours later. “Micro tracked her phone,” he said without preamble. “Where is she? At Karen’s?” Billy asked anxiously. There was a pause, then, “Nah, Bill. She’s at JFK. And her phone’s switched off now.”

Billy, standing next to the window again, yelled, “Fuck!” before leaning his head against the cold glass. “Can Micro find out which flight’s she’s booked on, Frankie?” “He can try, but it’ll involve some hacking so it might take a little longer.” He paused again, before continuing, “And avoid Karen. She’s out for your blood.”

Billy sighed, “She’s spoken to her?” “Yeah, course she has, Bill. She knows more than she’s tellin’ me of course, but I’m not even gonna try askin’ her. Waste of time.” “It’s okay, I get it, Frankie. I wouldn’t ask you to. But if she does say anythin’.....” “I’ll let you know,” Frank finished the sentence for him and hung up.

Billy looked out of the window and then up into the sky. She wanted to get away from him so badly, she’d got a plane ticket and was about to fly.

He just prayed he’d be able to find her before she took off.

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[oikadori]

hi! can i have some dating headcanons with nishinoya, yaku, and sugawara? thank you! ☺️

DATING HEADCANONS

⇢ Incudes : nishinoya, sugawara, yaku 

⇢ Genre//Warnings : f!reader, fluff , kinda suggestive  (suga being h on main), swears 

⇢  WC~ 1,1K

a/n: of course !! omg i had fun making these sksksk I love my libero squad along with the pretty setter hehehe, hope you enjoy this!! alsoo i changed my banners 😅😅

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

Dating him is such an experience to be honest

Nishinoya is naturally very loud and energetic, you’ll never get bored with him...I SWEAR

His perfect dates consist in doing as much things as he can squeeze into your schedule, arcade dates following by movies and ending in concerts or festivals

 imagine jumping  with a big crowd, you and nishinoya screaming their hearts out as you sing PLEASEE where do i sign??

Also, expect lots and lots of improvised trips. like, no destination at all. he just casually says “hey pack some clothes, we are going out” and you end up in the beach... or in the cafeteria downtown 

I strongly believe that nishinoya is one of the bests persons to find comfort in, he is NEVER too tired for you

Whenever you text him about the bad day you had, he will be in your front door within the next 15 minutes 

Nishinoya compliments you 24/7 and laughs the loudest at your jokes, even when they're bad. and his laugh is  just SO genuine that you congratukate yourself for it

he unconsciously ends up giving you all of his hoodies and days later he would make a mess in his house looking for them because he forgot you have them

OMFG this baby crow is one of the most clingy and affectionate among the haikyuu boys

It is impossible for him to keep his hands off you! Especially when you are in public. Plants smooches all over your face and kisses your nose because “you look SO cute when you scrunch it up!! Do it again please”

ALSO your breasts are his personal pillows, i'm sorry for you >:) he buries his head in between  them whenever  he has the chance, mumbling about how soft they are

Dating Nishinoya also includes helping him to dye his hair, he sits with a closed eye smile on your bed, like a puppy waiting for a treat, as you tint his hair. feeling your fingers in his messy hair makes his stomach flip

I see him as the type who will drop everything he is doing, the moment he sees you crossing the door

Whenever you bump into each other in the hallways, he literally runs towards you to plant a passionate kiss on your lips, pulling you by the waist to deepen the kiss as if he hasn’t seen you in years

and the fact he doesn't do it for being a dramatic but for missing you THAT much makes it all so heartwarming :')

Nishinoya is just so proud to be your partner that he introduces himself first as your boyfriend before as karasuno’s libero i want him please >:(

Another short king that treats you like a queen 😌

He is very reliable and supporting but is the type that will also give you lectures when you do stupid shit

if you guys fight, he is not sleeping until you’ve talked it out, he hates going to sleep knowing you are mad at him, he doesn’t care if you end making facetime at 2 am

I bet it is very amusing for Nekoma to watch how his libero goes from angry yaku hitting lev to blushy yaku melting in your kiss all in the same minute

Always waits for you outside your class to lunch, shoulder resting on the door frame and hands on his pockets, a soft smile settling on his lips when you jog up to him

Honestly, he really loves PDA but he will hide it in public…or at least try it

Yaku tells kuroo YOU are the clingy one when in reality he is the one that wraps you like a burrito with his arms whenever you lay on the couch

since he gives me classy vibes, his ideal dates are taking you to a fancy restaurants…I mean have you seen timeskip yaku?? brrrrr

he LOVES to spoil you, like, at least two times per month you get cute necklaces or earrings or both!

gets super blushy when you appear during his matches and gets even worse when you start cheering him up, he start cursing under his breath “why is her voice so nice and sweet???” all while hiding his red face with a towel  

really, sometimes he gets super surprised on how weak and soft you make him…which is the reason why kuroo always have a sassy smirk whenever you are around, ready to watch the red mess yaku is about to become

He deadass will get mad at you for how adorable you are and how his heart always seems to be about to burst everytime you laugh

if you sit together in class, he holds your hand under the desk as his other hand hides the silly smile on his face

even though yaku is a very dominant kind of guy he can also be insecure which makes him very possessive with you

remember those necklaces he gives you? They have his initials on them, a subtle way to tell all everyone you are taken

Yaku always makes sure you are packaging all the important stuff in your bag like he seriously would hand you pads or tampons because “I think your period is about this day of the month, right?” *sobs*

oh my god, I’M MELTING, okay give me a sec

All the things you do have the words "sweet" printed all over

don’t get me wrong, suga can be a little perv too. Open mouthed kisses in the storage room and subtle glances at your rear whenever you bend down…but still sweet tho

suga is the type of boyfriend who loves making handcrafts for you, I imagine him making for your 5 month anniversary a little box filled with polaroids of all your dates along with brownies he made himself!

yeah a real sweetheart, however, at the bottom of the box a nice, red bra is waiting for you ;)

He is super touchy-feely his hands always find their way to your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin drawing a few giggles out of you, causing suga to melt

When it comes to disagreements with you, the man is SO WEAK for you. He always ends up indulging you, not able to hold his angry face for too much at your pouty lips

Suga LOVES to see you taking initiative and definitely supports your ideas of dates and activities for both of you

But for him, the perfect dates are strolling across the city at night, watching your face under the lights as you resume him your day, hand in hand.

He just loves hearing you talk, when he can’t sleep he just calls you to fall asleep at the sound of your voice

Remember I said he can’t get angry at you? well that applies to you, too. you can't never get really mad at him, whenever you try to start a discussion he goes “boop” and pecks your nose not letting you talk <33

If he gets jealous, wait, when he gets jealous his perfect way to let everyone know you are taken is by leaving hickeys on strategical spots on you where they are visible enough but not totally exposed,

I feel like suga loves spending time with your family and will introduce you pretty quickly to his own too

Like, at dinners, you two would end up taking care of your little cousins or siblings, and suga can’t help to think how good you would look with your own kids, causing his heart to flutter

When he finishes practice he just rests his head in the crook of your neck, getting intoxicated by your scent before mumbling a sweet “hi, angel” as you drag him out of the gym...

and everyone is like “awwwwww” but that is because they don’t get to see how he is atacking your neck with kisses that will surely leave a mark 

Thanks for reading!! 

[mossybee-exe]

Baby Birdie|Hawks x F! Reader PART SIX

A/N:Slowly but surely I'm getting these out!

Summary:Hawks can't help but get curious by your past which you keep very secret. Until one day when his curiosity gets the best of him.

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Part Five

"Oh wow.. that sounds awful." You tell Keigo. He just finished telling you about his past when he was a kid. You guys have some interesting conversations in the morning over some banana pancakes for breakfast. "Yeah but it doesn't bother me too much anymore." He replies cooly.

"That's good!" You reply. You were enjoying this nice slow morning with Hawks! You guys rarely get these where you are BOTH have a day off. Just the your phone buzzes and you pull it out, looking at a text message. "Oh dear."

"What?"

"My landlord says the old lady down on the first floor threw out her back and needs my help." You explain.

"Oh should I go with?" Hawks asks worriedly. "No no it's fine! Besides, people will get suspicious seeing us together! It won't take long! Promise!" You reassure him and stand up before heading out of the apartment. Hawks just huffed and sat there, staring down at his now empty plate.

He knows that you know a lot about him, but he knows barely anything about you! He just knew the day he met you that you needed help! Never really stopped to get to know the real you! Now that he thinks about it, you've always been so closed bout your past.. I mean yeah Keigo had his own too! But he eventually got over it! Maybe you just didn't have one?

He then shakes his head. Don't be stupid Keigo! If so she'll tell you when she's ready! He tells himself in his brain, trying to get it off his mind. But now he couldn't resist as he found himself in your bedroom. He felt so guilty, looking and snooping around, making sure to not disturb anything. Whenever he did have to, he made sure to put it back exactly how it was before!

Just when he almost gave up from searching, he noticed something in your closet, hidden by piles of old clothes that don't fit you anymore. He goes over and uncovers it. A shoe box. He shrugs and opens it, his eyes widening at the array of stuff inside!

There were a bunch of pictures, polaroid and digitally printed! And some Valentine's and Anniversary cards, even small little gifts and trinkets. Why would you have these? He wondered. But the dots started connecting once he looked through the photos. They were all of you, looking a few years younger, with another man with a brown beard and styled hair.

That's all the pictures were! You and this man eating ice cream, at a sushi bar, out drinking, zip lining, meeting with an older couple who Hawks assumed was the man's parents. But the piece that finished the puzzle was a little black box at the bottom of the shoe box. He opens it and eyes widen when he sees a beautiful fancy ring with a diamond on it!

Like, the ring was fancy! Way more fancy than a normal ring you wear around. It clicked in his mind. She was married! Or at least engaged! I mean, I kinda figured I wasn't the first! But.. something seems a bit off here.. Keigo thinks to himself curiously, still staring at the ring and at a photo of you and this man rock climbing together. Where was this outgoing, spunky person you once were?

"I'm back Kei!" Your voice calls out from the living room. Keigo jumps and quickly puts everything into the box before putting it back in your closet and covered by clothes. Then he got up and walked out of your bedroom and into the living room. "Hey, where'd you go?" You ask casually while slipping off your shoes and placing them by the door.

"Oh just decided to tidy up." Hawks lies. He wasn't sure wether he should tell you what he found or not. If you hid the box under a bunch of clothes in a corner of your closet, you probably don't want to remember it! But now he was curious to know more. He can't help it!

"Well anyway, we have the rest of the day together! What should we do?" You ask him. It was only 10:10 AM. That's when Hawks gets a idea. "Let's go out for a fly!" He suggests. This way, I can ask her about the box once we're alone! He thinks to himself.

"Okay! Let's go!" You tell him before slipping on your shoes and jacket again. Afterwards, Hawks picks you up bridal style before taking off to the air off with you. You happily hang on and smile while flying. Hawks honestly felt pretty bad. You were so happy right now and was gonna risk ruining it with bringing up something potentially awful.

But he wanted to know!

So after flying around for a while, the two of you land on top of a building. "Y/N? Can I ask you something?" Keigo begins. "Sure what is it?"

"Uhm.. so while cleaning up, I stumbled upon this strange box in your closet. It had some pictures of you and this man.. and an engagement ring?" He asks.

He could see you immediately stiffen and look away. Aw crap I knew I shouldn't have said anything! Hawks thinks to himself. "I-I'm sorry! You don't have to answer that!" He quickly adds. "No no it's fine.. it's just-..." Everything went silent.

"His name was Kei. I met him when I was 29, having just graduated high school and entered college. I was at a party one night and met him there. He was so nice and sweet, and was the only sober and good guy at that party! So we talked until it was over, exchanged phone numbers, and then went out seperated ways."

"After that we kept talking and soon graduated college together and moved in! And it didn't take long before he proposed to me. Being naive, I said yes. I really thought he was a good guy! But he didn't show his true colors until a few days before the wedding.. it was our rehearsal brunch.."

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"That was a great run! Huh?" You ask while looking over at your fiance in your guy's dressing room. "Yup! Can't wait for our wedding day!" Kei replies happily. You let out a content sigh. "Anyway, the girls said they're gonna take me out to a bar to celebrate. They said they'll drop me off after we're done!" You tell him a you began gathering your things and stuffing them into your purse.

He looks over at you. "A bar? You sure that's a good idea?" Kei asks. "Yeah I'll be fine! I won't get drunk and I can defend myself! Don't worry!" You reassure him and begin walking to the exit, but Kei stands in your way. "Uhm.. and how do I know you won't cheat on me?"

Your eyes widen form shock. How could he even SAY something like that?? "You don't need to worry! I wouldn't dream of cheating on you!" You reassure him and once again walk around him. But in a rush, he grabbed your wrist, turned you around and your eyes widen with fear when you met his gaze.

He was CRAZY mad, and had a death grip on your wrist that you tried yanking free to no avail. "You are NOT going to that bar!!" He yells angrily. Before you knew it a strong stinging was on your head as you found yourself lying on the hard ground. Your hearing was muffled but you heard multiple voices shouting. Some sounded angry some sounded concerned.

The last thing you saw was your now ex fiance being handcuffed and taken away by the police.

-

"After that incident, I was taken to the hospital and got patched up.. After being discharged I went to visit Kei in prison and ended the relationship. Shortly after that was when I started working at my old office. And then a few years later I met you.." You finish, staring down at your feet. You were trying your best not to cry.

Hawks was just speechless. He had no idea it was that bad! To think that a few days before marrying who you thought was the love of your life, ends up hurting you and potentially could've killed you! It made him feel worse to think that your whole life has basically been dispair since you worked at tht awful office job after breaking off your wedding.

But he knew ONE thing is for sure. I won't end up like Kei. I'll protect her and treat her properly. I'll be sure of it. Hawks thinks to himself before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist while his big, soft red wings wrap around you. You felt so protected.

You haven't been able to feel this way for a long time. And you were happy. You knew Hawks wouldn't end up like Kei, however the small thought creeps in the back of your mind. But you quickly shake it away.

He's not like him, despite his name sounding the same. I know he won't hurt me.

[curly-bangtan]

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

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

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

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

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

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

Word count: 5k

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

MOSTLY UNEDITED

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

04:11

Tete: bby

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

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

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

You: no im awake

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

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

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

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

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

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

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

Tete:

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

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

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

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

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

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

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

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

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

You just miss him.

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

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

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

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

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

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

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

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

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

You: pls do

You: i need u

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

Tete: fuck baby

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

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

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

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

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fall asleep almost immediately.

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

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

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

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks remarkable under you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

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

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24/08/20

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Meeting Rick a 3venth time

Okay there is a LOT to unpack here so I'm gonna TRY and attempt it chronologically. This was LEGENDARY, guys.

For those who are unfamiliar with my and Rachel's shenanigans, we met Rick twice previously at his art shows in 2019 & 2021 at the Wentworth Gallery in King of Prussia, PA. Rachel was not here with me this time because she was a weenie and had other plans.

I got to the gallery at 9:45am thinking there would be other people in line by then. There weren't. There wouldn't be another soul in line with me until exactly 2 hours later. Now the first two times I met Rick, there was a huge line of people waiting to get in the gallery and waiting there throughout the whole art show. This time, there was hardly anyone waiting outside until the end because everyone spent their time in the gallery (including myself).

I took many, many, many photos of his artwork (and Rick), drank a few mimosas (as I'm legal now), and met a bunch of new people. The gallery curator was trying to talk me into buying a painting (yet again) and I ultimately decided not to for a wide variety of reasons (Rick's artwork is EXTREMELY FUCKING EXPENSIVE YALL.) And was kinda down bc I was half anticipating me to crack and buy something so I could have one-on-one time with him.

When Rick showed up at the gallery, he was holding a little fake vase of sunflowers (see below). I'm not sure why, but these were sitting on the table he was at the whole time and it was cute as hell.

I was right at the entrance, so as he was saying hi to everyone, he got to me and we each said hi (I gave a stupid lil wave).

Fastforward a few hours. I had talked to a good number of people, some of which ended up buying paintings. While I was next to one couple who bought a painting and were waiting to talk to Rick, I asked them what they bought. They said a purple hand print. I said that Rachel would've bought one over the phone if they still had another.

That's when a gallery employee nearby told me that they did.

"Hold on-" I pulled out my phone. I texted Rachel. She cursed my name. She wanted to reach through the phone and strangle me. Chaos ensues.

She decided to buy the hand print.

I began talking to the curator on her behalf and ended up going through with filling out all the paperwork and organizing the payment plan and whatnot, even signing in her name. I also fled to the bathroom for a few minutes when I realized this all meant I'm going to get personal time with Rick.

But focus was key. In a rush like that I tend to black out from excitement, but handling a lot of formal adult information and numbers like that forced me to stay conscious and aware- thank GOD. It's one of the reasons why I can still recall everything that happened, unlike previous times.

I got back from the bathroom, and the curator told me to get in line. After a few minutes, they let me come forward.

There he was, at the table, with the sunflowers.

I'll be the first to admit that you do get a LITTLE used to the concept of him being a real person when you see him irl, because nothing will ever beat that first time. However, the rush never goes away. I was shaking. Oh fuck, was I shaking.

I put my bag down, and waited for him to look over at me.

Our eyes met, he blinked in surprise and went "Hi! :D"

I proceeded to tell him that firstly, I was there in place of a friend who couldn't make it-

Rick: I had a friend once! :D

Me: you have many friends whether you know it or not :D **DORK ALERT**

-and asked if we could record a video for her. We did (I'll post the video separately), and I got to the interesting stuff I brought.

The first thing I pulled out was my Ireland 1986 tour laminate that Mike gave me. I said "I wanted to show you this, that I got from Mike Rogers"- and his eyes lit up and he literally went :o He told me that the pass itself is a "real collectors item" and that it's probably "worth a small fortune" (cue my internal screaming). I told him how I'm in contact with Mike and he was so enthralled by that that he asked me for Mike's address (via me sending it to the gallery people) and also asked me to send Mike his best regards.

I brought that pass, a portrait I did of him, Rachel's inner CD booklet for Slang, my copy of Animal Instinct, and the postcard of Rick from the 12'' collectors edition of the maxi Armageddon It single from '88. With the exception of the pass, he signed. All of them.

He also signed a piece of paper as a dedication for Rachel's painting (we will DEFINITELY post a pic when it gets here), but more on that later.

He asked me where Rachel and I are from and I proceeded to terribly explain where bumfuck nowhere, PA is. He understood when I talked about Reading and then was like "there's been times on the streets there where I don't >_> feel the most safe." and I was like "YEAH IT'S A BAD AREA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS WENT THERE"

I then brought up pics on my phone of fan art from @amiscreations and jestem.em.em on instagram and showed him, telling him about fan artists and how we just want to be seen, to which he said he would totally acknowledge us more often, but it's hard to come across and he's just so busy sometimes he never can. But he did say he liked the things I showed him! I even brought out my little portrait of him and he loved it so much and complimented my shading and signed it.

I also told him how there's so many young people who also grew up on his music, and how we're the teenage like keeping rock alive, which he said was awesome and he thanked us for that. He also said it's incredible that Leppard's demographic still has the ability to reach to us and that it keeps growing.

And then he said "I mean no offense, but how old are you?" and I told him I'm 21, to which he mused about "wow... that's how old I was when I lost it (his arm)"

And then we got our picture together ((during which he flipped off the curator as a joke because they're friends. He even said to me "that wasn't for you it was for my friend (says the curator's name wrong on purpose)"))

I thanked him so many times, we said goodbye, and off I went.

Until next time, Rick c:

[albdodaze]

blooming. y.itadori

‘she’s satoru’s sister’ (chapter two)

warnings: none

context: IN WHICH kami gojo, younger sister of certain powerful jujutsu sorcerer, meets an idiot who makes cold barrier around her heart melt.

There weren't many things that Kami hated. She probably poured all her hatred onto her parents, whom she felt incredibly sorry for. But there was another thing that Kami hated practically as much as her parents.

"She’s Satoru's sister. From Gojo Family."

Oh, how she hated being seen only as the sister of a famous jujutsu sorcerer and a member of a powerful family.

Kami wasn't powerful, in fact, she had no cursed energy, she couldn't do any cursed technique. The only thing she had in common with her family was that she could see curses, nothing more. She was often referred to as the window of the Gojo family. No one ever wanted to meet her, no one wanted to know anything about her, and when someone actually started talking to her, it was only to find out about Satoru.

Because of this, she was also the scapegoat in the family. Her parents were ashamed of her. In fact, they abhorred her. They couldn't stand the thought that their daughter was nothing compared to her family. Compared to her brother. Therefore, she was excluded from practically everything that went on in her family. Meetings, celebrations, birthdays, nothing. She was always left alone at home, under the care of the babysitter her parents had hired.

When she was younger, she thought it was just the way it was supposed to be, that it was like that in every family. After all, they never hit her, so what was wrong with that? Sometimes they yelled at her, screamed about not being good enough, but they never hit her. So nothing bad happened, right? Right?

The only thing she had in common with her family was her white hair and her rather tall height. And everything else was different. Even her eyes were black. Black. When her family had them blue, heavenly.

As she grew up, she began to understand how different she was from her family. She saw how disappointed they were in her for not being like them. So she began to practice and learn as much as she could. By the age of twelve, she already knew all about cursed weapons, she knew how to use them, how to defend herself. But her parents continued to look down on her. They continued to look at her with the same eyes. With pity and disgust.

The only person who didn't seem to look down on her was her brother. Satoru. And still, Kami hated him with all her heart.

She hated being inferior to him. She hated being compared to him. She hated being in his shadow. She hated all of him.

And yet she continued to stay with him. She stayed with him because of that stupid bond, the fear that no one else would accept her, that no one else would love her. Because no matter how angry, pissed off Kami could be at him, no matter how much she could call him names and tell him how much she hated him, he always stayed by her side and never doubted her.

After all, he was her big brother, how could he doubt in his loving little sister, for whom he would give his life, for whom he would do anything.

Satoru loved—duh—loves Kami with all his heart and considers her the smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman—not girl, woman—he could ever meet. Satoru is the proudest brother, and he couldn't be prouder of how well his little sister, who holds his whole heart, is doing.

Even though she was over a decade younger than him, Kami was able to talk some sense into him more than once, show him how wrong he was about many things. Kami had taught him everything. It was for her that he tried his best. It was for her that he stayed in his family home as long as possible. It was for her that he befriended Megumi, seeing how well the two of them would get along and not being able to pass up the opportunity to find—probably—a lifelong friend for his sister.

And he found one.

Satoru was able to stay with Kami through the nights while she learned all about jujutsu sorcerers, he would bring her tea whenever she ran out of it, he would make her food when he heard her stomach clamoring for a snack. He would be the one to move her helpless body from her desk chair or the floor to her soft and comfortable bed so her back and neck wouldn't hurt the next morning.

He was the one who brought her breakfast every morning, for which he got up two hours earlier before her alarm clock. And when he was out, he would always send her a simple "have a nice day, don't forget to drink water" in the morning with some stupid meme or gif he found on the internet. It was the only thing Kami always woke up at 6:30am for, a silly and simple text message from her brother.

Let's also not forget the "good night, I love you little sister, sleep well" in the evening. Kami would never admit it, but she has screenshots of every single such message, printed out and tucked away in one of her binders, in case her phone breaks or gets lost.

In the end, Kami snapped. After all, how could she hate her brother, who would do anything to make her the happiest person in the world, who would do anything so that only his sister could have the best life, the one she deserved.

A soft knock on the door of her room snapped her out of her thoughts. She knew very well who it was. After all, he had said himself that as soon as he showed Yuuji around, he would come.

"You alive?" Her brother's familiar voice asked and Kami lifted her head from her pillow, smiling softly.

"How do you feel?"

"Like pulled straight from the grave," she muttered, and Satoru laughed, sitting down on the edge of her bed where she lay. "Itadori's been in his room since yesterday?" She asked, and her brother nodded. "Megumi?"

"He and Yuuji are already on their way to Harajuku where we're supposed to meet the fourth student," he replied, and Kami raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I was waiting for you," he smiled softly and started to speak before Kami had a chance. "And don't tell me you're not going. The fourth student is a girl, maybe you'll get along. Besides, you need to get out of this room eventually. And I don't mean leaving the room to move to Megumi's room or mine," he said as he noticed his sister opening her mouth to start defending herself. "Come on, I'll buy you a bubble tea on the way, okay?"

Kami glared at him for a good few seconds and finally sighed, which caused a big grin to spread across Satoru's face, which Kami smiled at, too.

With the help of her brother, the white-haired girl got out of bed and put on her feet, covered in black knee-high socks, mary-jane boots—the same colour as her socks—from her school uniform.

She quickly looked at herself in the mirror again, checking if her pleated mid-thigh skirt hadn't rolled up and if her short button down jacket, covering her perfectly white turtleneck, hadn't twisted anywhere. Adjusting her hood pinned to her jacket, she walked out the door that Satoru had opened for her, having previously put her phone in her pocket.

Just as Satoru had promised, they quickly bought her favorite strawberry bubble tea on the way and immediately headed towards the street they were supposed to meet at. As soon as they saw two familiar faces in the distance, Satoru raised his hand.

"Sorry for the wait!" He shouted and headed with Kami towards the two teenagers. "Your uniform made it in time, I see," he added when he saw a perfectly fitting uniform for Yuuji.

"Yeah, it's a perfect fit. Though it's slightly different from Fushiguro's. It has a hood, for one," Yuuji said, taking the red hood his uniform had in his hand.

"That's because the uniforms can be customised upon request," Satoru replied.

"Huh? But I never put in any requests."

"I was the one who put in the custom order. With a little help of our master," Satoru smiled, pointing at his sister, who was shorter than him and too focused on her bubble tea to get anything out of the conversation.

"Whatever, I guess," Yuuji replied.

"Be careful. Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that," Megumi interjected, looking at his classmate out of the corner of her eye. "Most importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?"

"Because it's what she asked for," said Satoru.

"Ahh! Popcorn! I want some!"

After a few minutes, Satoru poked his sister with his elbow and, as she raised her eyes at him, he pointed to something by the entrance to the street, or rather, someone.

There stood a redheaded girl, not too tall, tiring of some middle-aged man, but Kami couldn't hear what was going on through the crowd of people making noise around her. The short-haired girl had a very similar uniform to Kami, though this one had brown moccasins, black tights and a white shirt instead of black mary-jane shoes, knee socks and turtleneck.

"This is kinda embarrassing," Yuuji spoke up with his 2018 glasses on his nose and popcorn in one hand, in the other ice cream. Kami shook her head and closed her eyes, going back to drinking her bubble tea.

"So are you," Megumi heard and she snorted softly making the drink she was drinking fly up her nose.

As Kami tried to get rid of the sticky drink from her nose, the redhead approached them and began leading them to 400 Yen Corner where she could leave her luggage.

As the other freshman girl closed the locker with her things, she turned towards the rest of them and put her hand on her hip.

"Ok, once again," Satoru began and pointed his hand at the girl.

"Kugisaki Nobara. Be happy, boys. I'm the one woman in your group," she said, as if she hadn't noticed Kami standing next to her brother at all.

"And what am I? Guide dog?" Kami said, pulling away from her already almost finished drink. Nobara looked at the girl and her eyes lit up.

"Oh, hey! I didn't notice you. We will be great friends!" she said and returned her gaze to the two boys in her year.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji. I'm from Sendai!"

"Fushiguro Megumi."

"Kami Gojo. Guide dog."

After a few seconds in which Nobara looked like she was thinking hard about something, she finally sighed.

"I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances," she said and sighed once more.

"She took one look and sighed," muttered Itadori.

"Are we going somewhere from here?" Megumi asked, turning his gaze to Satoru, who only laughed.

"We do have all four of you together. Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside," said Satoru, lifting his head proudly and throwing his arm around his sister's shoulders. "So of course we're going on a tour of Tokyo!"

Nobara and Itadori began shouting "Tokyo!", attaching themselves to Satoru, causing Kami to have to walk over to Megumi, throwing away an empty cup on the way.

"We're definitely not going on any tour," Kami muttered, and Fushiguro-kun nodded softly, knowing Gojo-sensei all too well.

"We love Tokyo!"

"TDL! I want to go to TDL!"

"Idiot! TDL's in Chiba! Let's go to Chinatown, Sensei!"

"Chinatown's in Yokohama!"

"Yokohama's part of Tokyo! Don't you know that? Look at a map!"

Kami, Satoru and Megumi were quietly watching the argument that was going on in front of them when the elder Gojo spoke up.

"I will now announce our destination!"

Nobara and Itadori knelt before Satoru at which Kami shook her head with her eyes closed and Megumi deadpanned at them.

"Roppongi!"

"Roppongi?!" Said Itadori and Nobara at the same time, looking at each other, incredibly pleased with what they heard.

[fromiftowhen]

fic: in my own simple way (an Upstead one-shot in the YHBOTHL universe)

Hi friends! There are approximately six other things I should have spent time writing today, but this little outtake/future scene from your heartbeat on the high line (once in twenty lifetimes) wouldn’t leave me alone. 

It’s set about a week after the story ends and might be more feelingsy if you’ve recently read chapter 18, but it’s not necessary. 

Rated T | 1590 words | Title from Last First Kiss by Ron Pope

When he wakes up, the room is dim, the first hints of sunrise just peeking in through the curtains. The other side of Hailey’s bed is empty and cool to the touch as he runs his arm over the sheets.

“Hailey?” His voice sounds rough, half-asleep to his own ears, and he clears his throat and leans upon his elbow as footsteps fall into the room, her eyes finding him immediately.

“Sorry,” she whispers, heading over to put a few things in her top dresser drawer. She leaves a bag on the dresser as she turns back to him. “Couldn’t sleep, figured I’d finish the mountain of laundry I brought back.”

He nods, watching her bare legs make their way over to the bed until he can just reach his fingers out to trail over the hem of his button-down brushing her thighs. “Y’know, really trying not to take it personally that you’re basically never here when I wake up.”

“I’ve been home like a week, Jay,” she grins, sliding a knee on the mattress next to him. “And if I remember correctly, I woke you up in this very bed yesterday morning.”

“And don’t think I’ll ever forget that,” he says, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Just saying, pretty sure I saw you in bed more on FaceTime than I have in person.” He lets his fingers drag up her thigh slowly, watching her bite her lip as his nails trail across her skin.

“We spent all day yesterday in bed, and all last weekend, and every night in between… so I’m pretty sure your math is wrong,” she whispers, pressing her other knee onto the bed next to him.

“Maybe,” he whispers, grinning at her as her eyes trail down his bare chest. His palms slide up her thighs to pull her closer. “But just to be safe, you should come back over here.”

The noise she makes as he drags her into his lap almost feels worth the weeks they were apart. And the quiet moan she lets out against his lips is still new, exciting, but feels familiar all at once.

Her lips meet his and he swallows the noise, kissing her slowly as their legs tangle and his hands slide up her body. In the time she’s been home, they’ve done very little but work and this, learning each other in a new way. And if he’d gotten to know her in a new way while she was in New York, if she’d felt like home to him even while she was 800 miles away, it’s nothing to how she feels now.

She’s home, and laughter, and early mornings in bed, silent words whispered against cool skin and the way his heart keeps pace with hers as their bodies find each other easily in the dim light.

“So, if your laundry’s done, your suitcase is totally empty now, right?” He asks, his lips barely leaving hers.

Her laughter is warm against his skin, eyes bright as she nods her head. “Yeah…”

“Okay,” he mumbles. “Don’t worry if you can’t find it in a few days. You won’t need it anytime soon.”

She laughs again and smiles against him as he runs a hand over her body to slip between the buttons of her shirt. He lets his fingers trail down her back, a tiny bite to his touch as she arches against him.

He’s felt her body heal a little more every night he’s spent in her bed. He’s run his fingers over every inch of her skin, learned her tells and the timbre of her voice in the dark. He’s pressed his lips to disappearing bruises, sucked tiny, hidden marks of his own into her skin in desperate, frenzied moments.

Every little way he learns her is their first, his last, and he tries to spell it out against her skin everytime -- the way he knows she’s his last first everything, the way he’s going to savor it all. The way she’s his girl, the way she’s home for him -- the way he wants to always be home for her.

The way he knows he’s loved her in different ways for so long; from inches away, across miles apart. Quietly, his fingers tapping out text messages for weeks, his hands against her skin now. Loudly, his voice rising in disagreements over their years as just partners, his lips against her ear now as they find an easy rhythm.

“Hey,” he whispers, drawing back slightly, shifting to brush her hair back behind her ear. He lets his thumb stroke her cheek as she opens her eyes slowly. “I’ve told you how I’m kinda happy you’re home, right?”

“Maybe a few times, a few different ways.”

“Mmm, good.” He nods, biting at her lower lip as she leans back in. “Just so we’re on the same page.”

And he knows they are.

That could be it, the end of their coherent words for long minutes as they greet the morning together. Her lips slide down his jaw, over stubble that leaves her pale skin red, and he could be good just like this. There are words he wants to say, but he knows they have time. There will be a million more mornings like this, mornings that were all he wanted over FaceTime calls for weeks on end.

But she pulls back and bites at her lip a little, and he knows this tell best of all. There’s something else.

She glances back to her dresser, and he sees the edge of the bag she’d left there before she’d climbed back in bed with him.

“There was one thing left in my suitcase. I brought you a souvenir.”

He could be cheesy. He could tell her he knows she did, that she’s here, with him. That she’s all he needs to remember the trip, their time apart.

But he just raises an eyebrow. “I like gifts.”

She rolls her eyes and shifts off his body. He draws a hand down her back as she grimaces ever so slightly, tiny remnants of pain showing themselves when she makes quick movements.

She’s at her dresser before he can make a move to go with her. She turns around as he sits up, her lower lip between her teeth still, and he just watches her. She’s nervous, and maybe that should be his first clue. “I was gonna wait, save this,” she says, slowly, and then shakes her head. “But I don’t want to anymore.”

He just nods, watching her turn back toward her dresser again, plastic rustling beneath her fingers for a moment as she pulls something out of the bag.

“This is for you,” she says, quietly. He watches her move, and it’s not until she’s slipping his button-down off her shoulders, her skin bare beneath, that he realizes the item she pulled out of the bag is fabric. He’s distracted, immediately, by the ever-rising sun throwing shadows across her skin. But something about the way her voice trips over her next words draws his attention immediately.

“This is for you,” she says again, just as quiet. “But it’s kinda for me, too.” He watches her pull the white t-shirt over her head, her hair falling down her back as she pulls it free again. He can see her fingers smooth over the fabric in the seconds before she turns around, and then she’s all he can see.

Someone I love went to NYC and all I got was this stupid t-shirt.

It comes back in a rush -- the tacky souvenir shop, her teasing, his easy, automatic words. Almost a confession, one he hadn’t known was coming. One they hadn’t talked about since.

The room is quiet, but he’s pretty sure he can hear his own heart racing. She’s still worrying her bottom lip, and he can tell just by looking that his heart is matching hers beat for beat.

“Hailey…” he starts, but she shakes her head.

“It’s cheesy, I know,” she says, stepping back toward the edge of the bed. “And you don’t have to say anything.”

It’s his turn to shake his head. He reaches out for her, his fingers tugging at the hem of the shirt, pulling her back into his orbit. “If the shirt is for me, why are you wearing it? Can’t even give me the shirt before stealing it?”

She grins slowly, settling back onto his lap easily. “I said the shirt was for me, too.” Her voice is quiet, but steady, warm against his skin and not tinny over a phone line. “Someone I love went to New York CIty. I know, because I invited him there.”

He nods quietly, running his fingers across the words on the shirt. She closes her eyes as his fingers trace the love printed right over her chest.

He’s smiling as she opens her eyes and continues. “The shirt is for you too, you know. You get to take it off.”

He nods again, dragging his fingers down the words to the hem, his fingers twisting in the fabric. He inches the shirt up her body, watching her face the entire time.

“Someone I love went to New York City too,” he whispers, pulling the shirt up and off her body slowly. “But I got way more than a stupid shirt.”

She smiles as the fabric falls to the bed beside them, and he guides her to him with a hand in her hair.

When their lips meet, it feels familiar, like coming home, for good, forever.