#I don’t even write anymore but I felt this

[onlyhuis]

do not disturb

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, a little humor, college au word count — 2.6k synopsis — everybody on campus knows that jun and his innocent little girlfriend are too shy for pda... or are they? warnings — description of female anatomy, semi-public sex (private room in a library), oral (m receiving), messy blowjob, throat fucking, cum in mouth, kinda mean hard dom!jun, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch), reader wears a skirt, brief cameo from hoshi & chan as their group project partners hehe notes — requested by @jaemlonfz — this was very fun to write lmao! thanks to my lovely @onlymingyus for reading over for me. this was a bit crazier than what i normally write but i always write fluffy sex so it was fun to return to the wild stuff for once. if you enjoyed this please let me know in a reblog or an ask! :)

“so, just finish your guys’ section of the slides and text the group chat when you’re done, ‘kay?”

jun smiles at chan and you nod, hunched over the table writing notes in your planner.

“great… i think we're done here, then.” soonyoung grins, leaning back in his chair to stretch. “you guys got any fun plans for the weekend?”

jun looks at his watch, then glances at you. “yeah… not really. we actually gotta head out,” he says with a sigh. “reserved one of the rooms upstairs to study for our calc final on monday.”

you hum, giving the other two a pained look, as if you wish you could stay longer.

“man, that sucks.” 

chan nods in agreement with him. “yeah. well, good luck. see you guys tuesday?”

you nod and turn to leave with jun trailing behind you, waving over your shoulder as you both head towards the elevator.

“y’know, i thought this would be a lot worse,” soonyoung says after the doors shut and you and jun disappear inside, shoving a folder full of loose papers into his bag. “i thought they’d be, like, more into pda.”

chan shakes his head as he closes his laptop. “nah, they’re too shy. everybody knows they’ve been dating forever, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen them do more than hold hands. they’d probably explode if they even thought about anything else.”

“yeah, you’re right.” soonyoung shrugs and slings his backpack over his shoulder.

chan stands up, swiping his hand across the table to brush away the eraser shavings from their study session with a sigh. “i’m just glad the semester’s almost over and we don’t have to worry about this anymore.” 

“ugh, i know. we could’ve gotten stuck with jihoon the perfectionist,” soonyoung grumbles. 

“or jeonghan… i don’t think i’ve seen him come to class once after the first day.”

“she said attendance was optional though, i don’t blame him.”

chan pushes his chair in. “anyway… hey, speaking of jeonghan, are you going to sig pi’s party tonight? heard he was gonna bring the keg.”

“hell yeah.” he gestures to his backpack as they walk out the library entrance. “it’s friday, i’m gonna ignore this all weekend and do it all the night before." 

chan laughs. “same. but i'm sure the other two will have theirs done by the end of the day.”

“mm, harder, jun— fuck!”

you whine as jun slams his hips into you, your back pressed against the whiteboard on the wall and your leg wrapped around his waist. he groans and buries his head in your chest, scraping his teeth over your skin where your breasts spill out of your tank top.

“dirty little slut,” he rasps, voice low and rough as his hands tighten around your hips for leverage. “so needy, you can’t go ten fucking minutes without having my cock inside you, hm? wanted me to fuck you right there on the table, in front of everybody in the library? in front of chan and soonyoung?”

you whimper and squeeze his bicep, remembering from just minutes ago when he'd buried his fingers in your aching pussy as soon as the elevator doors clicked shut, pressing your lips messily against his in a pathetic clash of tongues and teeth.

you already knew today wasn't going to be a very productive day as soon as you felt his hand on your thigh under the table. to anyone else you just looked studious and focused on the group project. you weren't known for being especially outgoing, so no one batted an eye when you barely spoke more than a few words the entire meeting.

but only jun knew how unceremoniously quiet you were being today, keeping your mouth firmly shut and struggling not to let out a whiny moan as his fingers smoothed over your soft skin, inching higher up beneath your skirt. only jun could feel the burning warmth radiating between your legs, tracing his fingers gently, teasingly, over your pussy.

it took mere minutes before your panties were soaked through completely, and you finally had to kick jun's leg under the table and get him to make some excuse to get you both out of there. it wasn't technically a lie; he really did have a study room reserved and you really did have calculus homework to review before your final, but it wasn't as urgent as he had made it seem to your group partners.

what was urgent, on the other hand, was your throbbing pussy and how desperately you needed him. but luckily for you he was equally as desperate and immediately gave you what you needed as soon as you'd locked yourselves in the reserved room.

with every snap of his hips his glasses slip further and further down his nose, little beads of sweat trickling down his temple from the force.

his hands slide down your sides and settle below your ass, and before you know it suddenly your back isn't against the wall anymore and he's lifting you up, dropping you on the rectangular wooden table behind you. you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck for balance, but he doesn't seem to notice or care as he grips the backs of your thighs, his cock still nestled inside you as he turns around and sets you down in one fluid motion.

he not-so-gently lays your back against the table, his hands on your hips keeping you flush against him and wrapping your legs around his waist. once he's satisfied with the change he leans over you and cups your cheek with one hand, pulling you into him to meet your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss.

he starts to pick up the pace again, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing into you, building up each thrust harder, deeper, rougher. your back slides against the smooth surface of the table but his hand on your jaw keeps your head from moving too much, making sure your gaze is fixed on him and only him.

“you wanna cum, angel?” he breathes against your mouth, his lips hot and slick with saliva as your walls squeeze tighter around him. “have you earned it?”

you whimper and try to lean your head back but his grip is firm, not letting you move.

he lets out a low noise like a growl that seems almost disappointed, but you know he's enjoying this just as much as you are. “eyes on me, sweetheart. don't make me ask again.”

“p-please,” you gasp, and he rewards your answer with a pointed thrust. “please, jun, so c-close—”

he grins and swoops down to cut you off with a kiss, clearly pleased.

“cum all over this fucking table like the needy little bitch you are.”

you gasp and clench around him with another moan, nails digging into his back as you feel yourself beginning to crest over the edge.

your eyelids flutter and your head lolls back but jun doesn't comment on it, never faltering his pace and letting you ride out the waves. he's all bark and no bite, and as soon as you give the indication that you're cumming it's like a switch is flipped in his brain and all he can think about is how to make it better, stronger, more intense and pleasurable for you.

his hand shifts to the back of your head, his fingers gently digging into your scalp to support your neck as he keeps you propped up against the table. he revels in the way your body trembles for him, because of him, your lips gone slack against his mouth and unable to even return his kisses as he continues to slam his cock into you.

his thrusts start to grow shallower as you tighten around him until he's forced to bring himself to a stop. you let out a whimper as he lays you gently down flat against the table, giving you a second to rest though his cock stays buried inside you, still hard and throbbing.

the reprieve doesn't last long though, because as soon as you've recovered enough to lift yourself back up onto your elbows he pulls you closer with a barely audible groan of your name. he kisses you greedily, swallowing your moans and replacing them with some of his own, his hand on the back of your neck keeping you pressed against him as he hovers over you. 

he breaks away for air, his breathing labored and his lips swollen from kissing you so hard. he finally pulls out of you and you let out a low whine at the loss, your thighs trembling as he steps backwards.

with a gentle but firm hand he pulls you onto the floor, dropping you onto your knees. he pulls out one of the chairs from the table and sinks down into it, leaning back against the back of the chair and spreading his legs wide.

before he even has to ask you crawl across the floor over to him, kneeling between his legs with a whimper. he lets out a breathy laugh, sighing as he pats his thigh for you to come closer. 

“you got yours, sweetheart, now return the favor.” he glances down at you and the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, the corner of his mouth turned up in an expectant smirk. “you want me to cum in your mouth or in your pussy?”

you hum but don't even bother with a reply, both of you already knowing what you'll pick. you settle on the floor, placing your hands on his thighs and sliding up his legs. with a sigh he weaves his fingers into your hair encouragingly.

you wrap your lips around his tip and immediately moan at the familiar feeling of the weight on your tongue. you slowly take him deeper until you gag, tears already beginning to form in your eyes before you pull off of him teasingly. you open your mouth wider and run your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock, taking your time to let your saliva coat his length. you can still taste yourself on him, the salty bitterness of your juices from when you came around him earlier.

you guide him back into your mouth and start to bob your head, letting out a whine the deeper you take him. spit leaks from the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock.

you can barely fit half his length down your throat, but still you move your head up and down so enthusiastically, your hands twisting and jerking the area where your lips can't reach.

if jun wasn't so distracted at how good your mouth feels he might have laughed. his sweet, innocent girlfriend sucking him off in the library, with the most adorable look on your face as you struggle to take his cock, your nose all scrunched up in concentration. your skirt lays fanned out across your lap, stopping short just above your knees as you sit on the floor.

you swirl your tongue around his tip and lift your eyes to meet his, warmth flooding your chest when you see how truly fucked-out his expression is. you move your hands, trailing your fingers down to cup his balls as you press your other hand flat against his stomach for leverage.

the noises coming out of your mouth are almost enough to convince him that you're getting off on this more than he is, if he couldn't feel it getting harder and harder to hold off his own orgasm. he slows down for just a second to wipe away a tear with his thumb before he grabs your hands and places them on his thighs.

“you know what to do, angel,” jun groans softly and you look up at him and nod, tapping your fingers against his leg.

once you've given the signal he works his fingers into your hair and pulls you down hard, grabbing the back of your head and fucking your throat without mercy.

you let out a muffled gasp in surprise but quickly become accustomed to his rough thrusts. you struggle to relax your jaw, moaning and drooling around his cock but your whimpering only spurs him on more as he bucks his hips into your mouth.

he groans out continuous praises, his voice suddenly growing hushed as if he's afraid someone might hear, though your combined moans when he was fucking you earlier were by far louder than he is now. 

despite jun's incredible stamina you can feel the tension building in his muscles, his thighs strained as he snaps up into your mouth, and you moan around his length to try and get him closer to the edge. tears continue to stream down your face as you hollow your cheeks, even now still trying to take him deeper. 

“fuck, baby— so fucking good… just—” he grunts, falling silent for a moment before he releases into your mouth with a long, low whine.

you squeeze jun's thighs to ground yourself as he floods your mouth with cum, feeling his cock jump and twitch against your lips with each rope he pumps onto your tongue.

your jaw aches and your legs are wobbly as jun carefully pulls you to your feet, setting you on his lap with a soft groan. he rubs his palm soothingly over your thigh, slipping just under the hem of your skirt.

he glances at the table, where your panties lie discarded on the floor next to your backpacks. jun wraps one arm around your waist to keep you secure on his lap and leans down to pick them up.

“you need these back, or can i keep them?” he asks as he holds them up in front of you, a hint of mischievousness in his tone but his voice softer now.

you grin and shake your head, and he leans forward to kiss your cheek as he balls them up and shoves them into his cardigan pocket before pulling your tank top back up over your breasts.

“good. now, wanna go home?”

the elevator ride back down to the lobby is decidedly calmer. you let out a whine when jun squeezes a handful of your ass, letting his hand linger on your cheek for just a second too long before the bell dings and the shiny silver doors slide open. you tug your skirt down as far as it'll go as you walk towards the exit, and even though jun's standing behind you and you can't see his face, you know he's wearing the subtlest of smirks.

you breathe a little sigh of relief once you finally get outside of the building and into the spring sunshine, standing in the parking lot waiting next to the passenger side door of jun's car for him to unlock it.

the relief doesn't last long, of course, when jun puts his hand back on your thigh as he pulls the car into reverse and backs out of the lot.

and by the time you get back to his tiny apartment, it doesn't take long for the rest of your clothes to end up on his floor and you bouncing on his lap. the biggest relief isn't your orgasms, or even his: it's the privacy. because now you know you won't be disturbed.

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[pitchsidestories]

breathe II Leila Ouahabi x Reader

a/n: Hi, the oneshot is inspired by this fluffy request here, as always feedback is very appreciated. :)

masterlist I word count: 2118

In the evening you sat in front of your laptop, while the typing of your keyboard was the only sound which filled the apartment.

The tension of your body was something your girlfriend noticed immediately when she stepped into your office, you turned around to look into her concerned brown eyes:“Leila, let me just finish writing this page-.”

“You’ve been writing day and night.”, the Mancity player interrupted you frustrated, folding her arms in front of her chest.  

“Yes, because the deadline is coming closer.”, you tried to defend yourself.

“You need a break.”, Leila shook her head in a determined manner.

“I don’t have time for a break.”, you said.

The Spanish woman snorted annoyed: “Fine. Okay. I’ll ask the other girls.”

“The other girls?”, you asked her.

“The city players.”, the defender explained exasperated.

“Okay.”, you nodded before you kept on writing much to your girlfriend’s frustration.

Already at the door, Leila paused for a second to turn her head around to mumble:” See you later.”

There was a longing in her voice, which you ignored because of the stress surrounding the deadline for the first draft of the book you’ve been working on an entire year. Everyone seemed to anticipate it, the editor, the publisher, even your girlfriend.

Fondly Leila remembered the start of your novel project, which begun on one of your holidays together. The trips like the one you had usually involved good food, beautiful trips to the beach and deep talks around midnight.

Back when you were so excited to write the sapphic love story which was inspired by your own. The first who fell in love with your idea was your girlfriend who couldn’t wait to read it.

Meanwhile Leila flinched when she heard Ellie talking to her, in her mind she was still thinking of those lighter summer days with you.

“Leila, where did you leave your girl?”

“She’s too busy for us.”, the older woman attempted to shrug it off although her teammates could see right through her cool façade.

“She’s still busy trying to finish her book in time?”, Alanna asked her as she and the other players sat down at the table in one of their favourite restaurants.

With a sad expression on her face Leila proclaimed:” She never has time for anything anymore.”

“You know what helps in such situations?”, the Australian questioned in a warm tone.

“What?”, the dark-haired woman retorted with a hint of curiosity.

“Taking a mental health day.”, Alanna suggested winking conspiratory.

“She refuses to take a break.”, Leila grumbled.

Empathetically Laia touched her bare arm:” You could try it, Leila.”

“I did try it.”, the older Spanish defender remarked, she wasn’t able to hide the disappointment she felt in front of her friends.

“You need to try it again.”, Ellie said encouragingly before the women turned their conversation to something much more light-hearted and soon their table was filled with joy and laughter.

The sadness and frustration Leila had expressed was still in the back of her mind, but she was able to enjoy the liveliness of the evening nonetheless.

You were already fast asleep when Leila returned. But when your alarm rang the next morning, her side of the bed was empty again. You blinked a few times, looking at the rumpled up sheets next you.

“Morning.“, Leilas voice said from somewhere.

Yawning, you let your gaze wander across the room to find your girlfriend leaning in the doorframe and watching you.

“Morning.“, you whispered, your voice was still hoarse. “I smell coffee and breakfast.“

A soft smile appeared on Leilas lips: “Yes, it’s time to get up.“

You sat up sleepily, stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to get ready for the day. “Right. Do you have training today?“

“No. It’s a free day today.“, your girlfriend replied.

“That’s great. Any plans for that?“

Leila walked over to the bed and sat down next to you: “Yes, with you actually.“

“With me?“, you echoed, frowning at your girlfriend.

Leila nodded determinedly, leaving no room for objection: “Yes.“

You could feel a smile tug at the corners of your mouth: “This reminds me…“

“Of the way I asked you for our first date way back when?“, Leila finished the thought for you.

“Yes.“, you grinned.

“But this is not our first date, this your mental health day.“

Your sleepy brain did not seem to comprehend what your girlfriend had just suggested: “Uhm, my what?“

Leila laughed: “You heard me.“

You tilted your head, intrigued by the idea even though you could come up with a million reasons why you should say no: “What contains a mental health day, Dr. Ouahabi?“

Your girlfriend sat up a bit straighter, holding up one finger: “First, we’re starting with a long, extensive breakfast.“

You knew you should have declined and went back to your laptop but instead you asked: “In bed?“

“Yes, just wait here.“ Leila got up and disappeared for a while.

“Oh, that’s perfect.“

The sinking feeling of guilt in your stomach seemed a little smaller as you tried to convince yourself that you did deserve to take a break.

“There’s your breakfast.“ Leila reappeared in the bedroom with a tray in her hands.

She sat it down in front of you and crawled into bed.

You marvelled at the stacks of pancakes, croissants and bowls with yoghurt and granola. There were slices of fruit, delicious smelling coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice as well.

You happily took a bite of one croissant and sighed: “Thank you. It tastes really good.“

“You’re very welcome.“, Leila smiled as you pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Feels like we haven’t done that in forever. Which I guess is my fault…“

Leila only shook her head: “Don’t think about it. We’re doing it now.“

“Right.“, you nodded. Obviously Leila was right, your brain was just lying to you.

“Look, I didn’t even burn the pancakes this time.”, your girlfriend pointed out proudly.

“Well done, love.”, you couldn’t help but to laugh a little about her remark.

“Only for you.”, she replied with a sheepish grin on her lips.

After a bite of the pancakes, which only tasted slightly burned, you told her:” I appreciate it. Do we go to our favourite restaurant later?”

You were aware that a question like this wouldn’t have crossed your mind yesterday as you have been too busy with your work. But in the moment, you felt a thrill going through your body at the thought of eating the delicious food they were serving there.

 “Yes.”, Leila confirmed who was just as excited as you.

“Sounds perfect.”, you admitted quietly.

Sounding more serious, the defender added:” I’m glad you’re excited for that.”

“It’s nice to have some distance from my laptop screen and the prospect of having a great dinner.”, you begun.

“I knew it would work.”, she interrupted you with a triumphantly smile illuminating her face.

“Because it involves food?”, you asked her giggling.

“No, because you needed a break.”, Leila answered earnestly.

“Yes, I did.”, you were surprised at how easy this truth went over your lips now. With a wink you continued:” Do you want to take a bath together.”

“Yes, and then we’ll get dressed and go for a walk.”, the Spanish woman nodded delighted.

“That sounds like a good plan.”, you hummed.

“Can you run the bath while I bring our dishes to the kitchen.”, Leila directed the question at you as she was getting up from the bed.

“Sure.”

“Bath is ready!”, you announced only a couple of minutes later.

“Coming!”, Leila shouted back, the giddiness in her voice was undeniable.

“Good.”, you replied satisfied with her answer.

Normally you both used the shower, but at the beginning when you first moved into this apartment, you used the bath to relax together as you were doing now. Clearly enjoying this Leila closed her eyes, her long arms hugging you from behind:” This is perfect.”

“Yes, it’s.”, you declared.

After a moment of comfortable silence between you two you went on: ”You girls had a tough season too, so this is important for you aswell.”

“Yes, but this is your time to relax.”, she said, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, which send you shivers down your spine.

“I’m trying. Really.”, you tried to reassure her, turning around to give her a soft kiss on her lips.

“Good. I want it to be worth it.”, she mumbled against your mouth, before kissing you again, sealing her promise.

You both took your time in the bathroom and drying off. You kept getting distracted by each other until you ended up lazing in bed next to each other, still undressed. When you finally get ready for your walk, you were even blessed by the rare afternoon sun illuminating Manchester.

Holding Leilas hand, you enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight on your face as you walked. But the sight of a beautiful lilac bouquet let you stop in your tracks.

“Leila, don’t you think those flowers would be pretty on our dinner table?“

Your girlfriend stopped, inspecting the flowers: “Yes, you’re right.“

Without another word, you walked into the flower shop to return only a few moments later with the flowers in hand.

You could feel Leilas gaze on you, studying you.

“What?“

“Oh, nothing.“, she shrugged, taking your free hand back into hers to continue the walk. A satisfied smile still on her lips.

“Alright.“

Your walk ended right at the restaurant. In the dimmed light, you were both studying the menu extensively.

You looked up at your girlfriend who wrinkled her nose in concentration: “Do you know what you want to eat?“

“Of course. What about you?“, Leila laughed, knowing full well that you were horribly indecisive when it came to food.

“I do.“, you replied, a bit proud.

“Let’s order then.“ She waved over the waiter and ordered your food and a bottle of Spanish wine.

You were relieved that the food arrived rather quickly.

“Want to share?“, you asked, eyeing your girlfriends fish.

“Sure.“ She shoved her plate towards you, so you could steal a piece.

“Perfect.“

“It looks so good.“, Leila commented as she dug her fork into your pasta.

“Try it.“, you requested.

“It’s delicious.“

“Oh yes.“, you grinned at her with a knowing look.

You spend the evening talking over the bottle of wine and even ordered dessert to share. In your opinion, it was the absolute perfect day and as soon as you got home and into bed, you let your girlfriend know.

“Thanks for the mental health day, Leila.“

You knew that these words did not even remotely express the gratitude you felt but you hoped that she still understood.

Leila wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled: “What do you mean? We’re not done yet.“

“We’re not?“, you repeated, only slightly surprised.

“Absolutely not.“

“What else do you have planned?“

She buried her face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin and giggled: “The most important part of the day.“

“Uh, I think I like this best.“, you laughed.

As Leilas finger pushed under your shirt, she smirked: “I hoped you would say that.“

The next morning you were still smiling while you were thinking about the last night with your girlfriend. With a freshly brewed coffee in your hand, you made your way to the office, where you noticed a small note in Leilas handwriting on the laptop which said: don’t forget to breathe deeply and exhale softly.  

Reading this warmed your heart, you decided to spontaneously call the defender, hoping she was able to take it:” Hi love, I just found the message you left for me.”

“Hope you’re taking it to heart.”, Leila replied.

“I’ll. What do you think about a coffee date after your done with your training?”, you asked her in a hopeful tone.

“Aren’t you busy?”, she returned the question, while her voice couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Yeah, but I could need a break from writing in between.”

“I’ll meet you at the café.”, the football player told you, clearly happy about your suggestion to take breaks from your work.

In the afternoon, you stepped into the cafe, it greeted you with the smell of freshly baked goods and coffee beans while it just started to rain again. But the bad weather didn’t matter because the sunshine in human form crossed the distance between you two to hug you:” Hi, beautiful. The two cappuccinos are already at our table.”

You breathed out the stress and inhaled the beauty of the moment. Deep down you knew that you were going to be alright.

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[beskarandblasters]

A Dwindling, Mercurial High

Part Two of Time, Wondrous Time

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cooper Howard Masterlist | AO3

Series summary: You’re California Crest Studios’ newest production assistant, getting the opportunity to work on the hit movie, The Man From Deadhorse. But when you meet the movie’s lead, Cooper Howard, you fall head-first into a secret affair. Enter a war, a cryogenic freezer, and a two-hundred-year time jump. And yet despite all that, you just might run into him again.

Chapter summary: You have another encounter with Cooper in his trailer, proving that this is more than just a fluke.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: unspecified age gap, infidelity, reader is able-bodied, workplace romance, finger sucking, nipple play, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, begging, praising, pet names (sweetheart), sir kink, mentions of food, no use of y/n

You don’t remember much of the drive home. It felt like you were having an out-of-body experience, watching yourself cruising down the highway. Just when you think the disbelief has left you, something reminds you of him again. Whether it be the wetness leaking out of you, his scent lingering on your skin, or the dull pain of where he nipped your neck. His scent only goes away once you take a hot shower, letting the physical remnants of your affair wash down the drain. But one thing remains; the shame. 

That night your dreams are filled with him. 

You’re not so sure if that’s a good thing. 

-

You head to the studio in the morning with a pit in your stomach. You wonder how your work relationship with Cooper will change. Will you continue to eat lunches together? Will he talk to you? Will he even look in your direction?

Your daily routine starts like it always does– getting people’s coffee. Emil was right, you don’t need to write the orders down anymore. You leave for the cafe without talking to anyone, anxious for the moment you’ll see Cooper today. 

When you return with the coffee, you save his for last, passing them out as the anxiety swirls through you; and then you lock eyes with him, blood running cold and your heart sinking to your knees. There’s recognition on his face but it’s different than before, it reads darker like a sworn secret. A language only the two of you speak. But then his face softens and he treats you as normal, accepting the coffee with his gracious smile. 

Normal. Uneventful. Business as usual. 

And then it’s time to shoot. You view his acting differently now. 

-

At lunch you linger by the table of catered food, hoping he’ll ask you to eat lunch together again. But to your dismay, his wife shows up, waiting around by the table for him. You can’t bring yourself to introduce yourself; let alone even look in her direction. 

But then Cooper appears out of nowhere, walking over to his wife first, of course. He pulls her in close by her waist, giving you flashbacks of last night when you were sitting in his lap. You can’t stand to be around the two of them anymore so you start to walk away. 

Until he calls your name.

You look over your shoulder and he beckons you to come to him, same dazzling smile as always. Reluctantly, you walk over to them, standing awkwardly by them as Cooper says, “I never introduced you to my wife the other day. This is Barb.” 

She smiles and holds out her hand but her smile is like she can see right through you. But there’s no way she knows… Right?

You introduce yourself and Cooper says, “She’s one of Emil’s new production assistants.”

“Congratulations,” she says. She leans into Cooper again and kisses him before saying, “I have to get back to work. See you later tonight.” 

She bids you goodbye and leaves. It isn’t until she’s out of sight that you can start to relax a little. 

“Why would you do that?” you ask. 

“Do what?”

“Introduce me to her after what happened-”

“Shh,” he says, putting his hand on the small of your back and ushering you away. He takes you behind his trailer and says, “To pretend like everything is normal. She knows almost everyone on set.”

“So now what? Are we just supposed to carry on like nothing happened?”

“Right now, yes.” He takes a step closer to you and whispers, “But the second I get you alone, you’re mine.”

“Cooper!” you gasp. “Not now.”

“I know,” he groans. “I don’t think I can swing another late night tonight but maybe on Monday.”

“That long?” 

“Believe me. If I had it my way, you’d be bent over in my trailer begging for me to fuck you.”

Fuck. 

“But I suppose we should get back to set.”

“We should,” you nod, poking your head around the corner to make sure no one’s watching. You walk back to the soundstage, more flustered than ever with excitement brewing between your legs. 

That man’s going to be the death of you. 

-

As the workweek wraps up, you find yourself craving him. But not just sexually. You want to be held by him. You want to listen to his life stories. You want to just be with him. 

And yet he spends his nights with his wife while you’re left feeling more jealous of her than ever. 

-

On Saturday morning, you get a phone call, ripping you out of your pining. You pick it up and hear your friend Reina’s voice on the line, excited about something. 

“Are you free this afternoon?!”

“I am. What’s up?”

“Let’s get lunch!”

“Sure.”

“I’ll pick you up in about an hour. I have something to tell you!!”

“Oooh, I’m excited. See you then!”

-

After getting ready for an hour, Reina picks you up, giddy and smiling like a kid. You’re barely sitting in her car before she says, “So I thought we’d get together to celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Well for one, we’re celebrating you and your new job.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“But I wanted to tell you in person that… I got a new job!!”

“Congratulations!! Where?”

“Vault-Tec.”

“Shit, really?? That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you!”

“I’ll be working in one of their labs. I start on Monday. I can’t wait.”

“Look at us, movin’ on up in the world,” you say as she pulls away from your place. 

You go to a cafe in your neighborhood, spend a few hours doing some much-needed catching up. She asks you all sorts of questions about working on a movie set. A tempting feeling tells you to bring up Cooper but it’s against your better judgment. 

Once you’re home alone again, the lonely feeling returns. You think about Cooper and what he’s doing. Maybe he’s spending time with his daughter. Maybe he’s at dinner with his wife. 

…Maybe he’s fucking his wife. 

God, the thought makes you sick. Isn’t that fucked up?

Whatever. All you know is that for once, you can’t wait for Monday. 

-

Monday morning. Wake up. Drive to work. Grab everyone’s coffee at the cafe. It’s muscle memory at this point. 

You hand Cooper his coffee and smoke innocently, asking, “Hey Cooper. How was your weekend?”

“It was alright. How was yours?” 

“Not too bad. I’m excited for work today.”

It’s an innocent statement to the wandering ear. But he’ll catch your drift. 

“You and me both, swee-”

He cuts himself off and your eyes go wide. He almost called you sweetheart in public. You playfully slap him on the bicep and say, “Watch it, Coop,” before walking away with a sway in your hips. You feel his stare practically burn a hole into you. You glance over your shoulder and look at his flustered stare; cheeks flushed and wearing a dumbfounded expression. You giggle and give him a playful wave, somehow even more excited for tonight than you already were. 

-

You expect to eat lunch together like you normally do. But when it’s time to break he comes up to you and says, “Hey, I was thinking…”

And for some reason the cadence in his voice has you set up for disappointment. 

“Yeah?”

He lowers his voice and continues, “If we’re going to continue this… thing we have going. I think it’s better if we stop eating lunch together. You know… to avoid any suspicion.”

What he’s saying makes perfect sense but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. You try your best to mask your disappointment, telling him, “I get it.” 

“Thank you,” he says. “Don’t worry, you’ll have me all to yourself later tonight.”

“I know,” you nod. “I’ll catch you later.”

You force a smile and turn to walk to the parking lot. You’ll let your disappointment show there. Once you’re alone, you let the tears flow and feel fucking stupid about it. What he’s asking for is logically sound. You’re having a fucking affair with him for crying out loud. And not only that, he’s your coworker. This type of relationship is not one that he can flaunt proudly. And yet… You find yourself wanting that. But for that, you feel crazy. You’ve barely been seeing him for a week and you’re already developing the desire to be exclusive no matter how unrealistic and unattainable it is. 

If anything, it’s a testament to your attraction to him, that it far surpasses just a physical connection. 

-

Once shooting is wrapped up for the day, you hang back at the studio for a while, waiting for people to leave. Finally what you’ve been aching for for days is here. And you couldn’t be happier. 

You meet him at this trailer where he quickly pulls you inside. He locks the door and immediately pushes you up against it, kissing you passionately. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“Really?” you ask, followed by another quick kiss. 

“You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about this all weekend.”

“I’m honored,” you joke. But you quickly drop the smug facade and add, “I feel the same way.”

Inhaling his scent reminds you how much you missed over the past few days. He pulls you over to the couch, sitting with his thighs spread in a wide, inviting stance. He pats his lap and beckons for you to come over to him. You take it a step further. Unlike last time when you just slipped off your underwear, this time you shed all your clothes. 

His jaw falls to the floor as he takes in your form. Every beauty mark, scar, freckle, birthmark– you name it, he’s admiring it. The cool air in the trailer makes your nipples form into stiff peaks. You straddle one of his thighs, resting your hands on his shoulders. One of his hands holds your waist while the other caresses your cheek, brushing his thumb against your face. His calloused hand is a stark contrast to your soft skin. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of just being here with him. 

“My pretty girl,” he says softly, hand migrating to your chin. Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you open your eyes. You meet his gaze and notice his pupils are blown wide, just like last time. 

“You’re heaven-sent. You know that?”

“You don’t mean that,” you say, turning your head and looking away from him. 

He grabs your chin and directs your head back towards him, telling you sternly, “Swear on my heart.”

You lean in and kiss him, wrapping your arms around him as his hand on your chin joins his hand on your waist. You roll your hips into him, your cunt rubbing against his thigh and creating a wet spot on his pants. 

“So needy,” he teases, hovering over your lips. 

“I’ve been waiting so long,” you whine.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, pulling back and looking at you with a smirk. He brings his pointer and middle fingers to your mouth and says, “Open.”

You oblige and take his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them like a good girl. But once you’ve done enough he pulls his hand away and teases your cunt. When he finally sinks his fingers inside you he caresses the outline of your breast with his other hand. Both hands work to build up your pleasure, one curling his fingers against your walls and the other taking your nipple in between his fingertips. You grip his shoulders harder, using them as leverage while you rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

He silently watches you, in awe of you and your beauty. He doesn’t speak until you cum, letting out a strained “Oh fuck,” as your wetness runs down his hand. You cum with a string of soft moans and whimpers, aching for his cock to be inside you already. He pulls his fingers out of you and gives you a swift slap on the ass, “Alright, now get up. I meant it when I said I wanted you bent over.”

You move off his lap and bend yourself over the couch. He stands up and takes the opportunity to get undressed. He takes his belt and slaps it against your ass. Your nerves sting as the leather collides with your skin. He tosses the belt beside you on the couch, leans forward, and whispers, “And I meant it when I said I wanted you to beg.”

“Please fuck me,” you whine.

“You can do better than that.”

“I need you to fuck me, sir.”

“Sir??” he says, sounding taken aback. 

Your stomach sinks, fearing that you said something to turn him off. Instead, he gathers the remnants of your spend with his hand, leans forward, and says, “Good girl.”

You feel his lubricated cock enter you, splitting you apart as your knees buckle underneath you. He holds your hips as he slams into you repeatedly, his cock hitting the most perfect angles inside you. Moans force their way out of your throat, filling up his trailer with your choked-up sobs. He slaps your ass and showers you with praise, telling you how you’re such a good girl for taking his cock like this. You hold onto the back of the couch for dear life, feeling your orgasm threatening to break loose. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

He leans forward and whispers in the shell of your ear, “Do it. Let me feel it.”

With one last thrust inside you, you come undone around his cock, wetness running down your thighs. He wards off his own orgasm, letting you ride out your high before pulling out and coming on your ass. You collapse against the couch, feeling the aftershocks of your eventful night. He grabs a tissue and wipes off the beds on your back. He lies down on the couch and pulls you into him, limbs intertwined and bodies slick with sweat. You rest your head on his chest and feel his wild heartbeat. He sighs, prompting you to poke your head up and ask, “Everything alright?”

“I just… I needed this.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been so stressed lately.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Barb works for Vault-Tec and I don’t… I don’t particularly care for them.”

“No? My friend works for them, too.”

“Oh yeah? What department?”

“She works in the labs. What about Barb?”

“I’m not even sure. Every day she tells me less and less about what she actually does there.”

“I see.”

“I just can’t shake the feeling there’s something more sinister going on.”

“With Barb? Or Vault-Tec?”

“Maybe both? I’m not sure. She wants me to shoot a campaign ad for them in a few weeks and I feel like I can’t say no.”

“An ad for what?”

“To advertise the vaults, I guess.”

“I just don’t get it… Do you really think we’ll have to live in these vaults one day?”

“I sure hope not, sweetheart.”

The uneasiness on his face is undeniable so you change the subject. 

“Let’s focus on something else… We’re almost done shooting!”

“Thank God. This shoot’s gone on for too fuckin’ long…” he trails off. His face softens into a smile. “But at least Emil’s poor time management led me to you.”

“I did think it was weird when he hired me so late into the shoot.”

“Well, the rumor is the last production assistant got fired because he was a Commie.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

You rest on his chest again, staring up at the ceiling of his trailer. 

“Everything’s so uncertain lately… I hate it.”

“At least we have this moment together, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. 

“You’re right,” you whisper back, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. 

-

You wake up with a gentle shake from Cooper. You open your eyes to meet his, expecting him to be frantic. But instead, he’s unusually calm. 

“What time is it?!”

“About three in the morning.”

“Oh my God?! What are you gonna tell-”

“I’ll just tell her I fell asleep in my trailer.”

“Is she gonna-”

“Yes, she’ll buy it. I’ve done it before.”

You stretch and sit up while he gets up and grabs your clothes. The both of you get dressed before leaving his trailer. You’re still shocked you fell asleep for that long and you’re paranoid Barb won’t buy his excuse. He walks to your car, kissing you on the cheek before hastily walking to his own car. Part of you feels guilty for putting him in this situation. But it takes two to have an affair. 

You go home and crash into bed, dreaming about him like always. 

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[revehae]

i’m not asking you to write for wonbin but if you ever do js know i wiillllll be there !

yall have finally did it yall have won yall have Cracked me i hope youre happy bc i kinda am… i had this idea before he cut his hair now im feeling like that one harry styles fan tweet and i don’t even stan fr

warnings: drug use, addiction, is this dubcon idk

wc. 670

dealer!wonbin x (f) rich!reader.

wonbin knew you wouldn’t turn down his offer. not in the state that you were in, moody and tense as ever. the girl he’d seen around here and there at parties hadn’t come back around, not since he’d first seen her bump a line or two, and she’d been replaced by you.

what you had become over the months, at least.

not that wonbin would have it any other way. he liked having you kind of dependent on him, knowing he was the first person crossing your mind when you needed a fix. but the brief interactions, meeting you at a party or somewhere shady at night, your car window rolling up as quickly as it had gone down, weren’t enough anymore.

“no.”

“no?” you repeated, like the entitled, spoiled rich girl you really were deep down. wonbin had to give you credit, you cloaked it well, but when you were desperate, you showed your true colors. “what do you mean no?”

wonbin grinned playfully, in a way that he knew would aggravate you. “i mean, i set everything aside for my buddy, and i don’t have enough for you right now.”

you rubbed your nose and ran a finger through your hair, exhaling exasperatedly. “well, tell him to wait. i need it more than he does! is he paying you? i’ll pay you twice as much!”

there you went, offering him your pocket money, throwing it away like it was nothing just for a second of your high. but wonbin didn’t need your money. selling cocaine to recklessly needy addicts like yourself was a very lucrative business.

he shook his head. “sorry, that’s not gonna cut it. but i thought of something better.”

you were in the middle of losing what was left of your mind when wonbin said that and your eyes immediately snapped back to him, fixed to him before he could even get the words completely out.

“i’ll give you two grams if you let me fuck you,” wonbin said casually, a wild grin tugging at his lips. “six grams if you let me do it raw.”

you were a little reluctant at first, but wonbin wasn’t surprised when you finally caved, thinking to himself, that was too damn easy.

because he was nice, wonbin let you snort a line before he touched you, but he was on top of you not a second later. in spite of that, he didn’t move like he was in any particular hurry, snaking a hand up your shirt and pressing his lips against your lips. then your neck, your collarbone, your belly. almost affectionately, almost.

it started to work you up quickly, and you even got annoyed, tugging at his hair, but wonbin didn’t care. matter of fact, he could feel his body getting hotter, burning a thousand degrees. he wanted to savor every second of you, every touch of you, every smell of you.

wonbin really liked the smell of you. the sweet scent helped masked the madness underneath when you were like this. he leaned in to sniff your hair, your neck, your clothes, your hands.

it made his dick twitch in his pants and he couldn’t control himself anymore, yanking it free so that he could steer himself between your open, inviting legs, moaning shakily and blowing his hair out of his eyes as he pushed into you. 

knowing that only a few months ago, your dignity would have never let you consent to something like this, wonbin almost felt bad. he may have sold the drugs, but he never touched them otherwise. too many people he had seen wind up like you, selling themselves out for a moment of ecstasy.

but he wasn’t so different. your cunt squeezed and throttled the life out of his cock. sweat was the reason your body clung to his. you were muttering his name, dragging red lines down his back with your fingernails. and for the time being, there was nothing wonbin wouldn’t do for his moment of ecstasy.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being ex-HYDRA and Bucky being your mentor

Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @marvelflame2010: “Hello, can you write headcanons for Bucky Barnes being a mentor to a teenager (around 15-16) that was ex-HYDRA and is trying to be a hero? read your request rules, so I hope that this is proper. Thank you!”

sometimes it felt like no one knew what you had went through, being abducted and forced to be a weapon for a secret organization whose purpose was to gain more control

but when you met these avengers, it felt like everyone and their momma knew what it was like

bucky barnes, for example

the winter soldier, a WWII soldier deemed missing in action, presumed dead, and happened to be a prisoner of war and beyond

the experimentation and mind control he endured was much like your own, which gave you some comfort

“does it ever feel weird hearing one of your trigger words as a civilian? you know, now that we got ‘reset?’” -you

“not…no, not really? who’s speaking russian around you, y/n?” -bucky

“uh…i mean, no one. i’ve just been watching a lot of russian tv recently” -you

“why would you naturally assume i am also doing that?” -bucky

“why did you assume i didn’t?” -you

ok, thats not the greatest example of bucky mentoring you, but it’s a great example of sarcastic bickering!

honestly, the hardest part was learning how to be gentle again

if you could even say you were ever gentle to begin with being taken so young

it was hard to be so ruthless and unfeeling and have to start feeling

the nights of panic and anxiety were the worst, they made you wish you had that switch in your mind still. you’d whispered the trigger words to yourself sometimes to see if they were still there and if they could “help” you turn off those feelings

but bucky knew. he knew and he learned and he stuck with you

“y/n, those feelings are good” -buck

“no! no, they’re not. why are you saying it’s good to feel bad? i can’t breathe! i can’t think!” -you

“because you have feelings now. it’s the same as when you’re happy. you get to feel happy, it comes with all that other stuff. you have options, opportunities, this is one of them. you just have to take deep breaths” -bucky

combat training was the strangest feeling

“nope. too hard” “pulling your punches now” “your aim there was lethal” “you can’t put that much force into a chokehold” “cutting someone’s finger off isnt cool, y/n. kind of a dick move” “you automatically try to inflict severe injuries, arteries should not be the go-to. disarm your enemy first, if anything”

nothing ever felt right

if you were fighting effectively, you’d risk killing someone, which isn’t what you do anymore

if you held back too much, you’d be injured or killed, and all this would be for nothing

there had to be a sweet spot, but it was never what you were trained for. you were trained to eliminate your targets by any means

but you understood bucky all the same

bucky was there to help you acclimate to the norm too

like, whatever that was

says the guy with the metal arm and fought in world war ii despite the fact it was now like. 2020-something

like a normal ass dinner

“you know, i rarely ever got to go out to eat as a kid” -bucky

“can you ever say something that doesn’t make you sound ancient?” -you

“hey, you wanna pay for your meal tonight or do you want me to?” -bucky

“sorry…” -you

you liked to watch dumb tv shows (the american kind) with him

he’d indulge for a few minutes and then walk off unless he was REALLY interested

actually, he really enjoyed the office

“which avenger would each character be?” -you

“don’t…don’t make me do that” -bucky

“come on! you know, i kind of think phyllis and bruce are alike. like, theyre soft until they get mad and then all bets are off” -you

“that is…dumb” -bucky

sam really loved that bucky was there for you

but he saw that bucky was kind of doing it to distract himself too

“you know, me and steve found bucky just minding his business a while back. all he wanted then was to be alone, mind his business. this? this was what he needed” -sam

“what? a teenage hydra defector?” -you

“i mean, if youre gonna put it that way” -sam

“no, i get what youre saying” -you

steve actually didn’t come up too much, you know?

you thought bucky was trying to keep himself in the present as much as he could

which was what you were trying to learn from him in the end. how to move forward

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[junrenjun]

Comfortable

omega!joshua x beta!reader (mentioned alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, implied ot13 x reader)

genre: angst (kinda) with some good ole fluff

wc: 1223

warnings: reader has periods, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

summary: joshua sees y/n having a bad day and finds a way to make her more comfortable.

a/n: Wow I actually wrote again! As suggested, I'm going to make this and "Understand" into a little series, with snippets of this ot13 x reader pack. I'll try my best to cover each member at least once. Anyways this means I need a name for the series so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. Also how did so many of you like/reblog Understand without telling me that I wrote ot8 instead of ot13 :/ (I guess that's what I get for writing at 3 AM). Enjoy!

Joshua knew something was wrong when you emerged from your room wearing your own sweatpants. Half of your closet wasn’t even your own clothes at this point. You had to have gone out of your way to put on something that didn’t originally belong to another pack member. Were you fighting with someone? Were the scents too much? Did you not want to be part of the pack anymore? He tried his best to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as you trudged into the kitchen in silence, stopping halfway through like you forgot what you came for. You didn’t greet him or even acknowledge his presence in the living room. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

Eventually, you remembered your purpose in the kitchen and scampered to the fridge, opening the freezer. After a few moments of shuffling and mumbles of, “where is it,” he heard a sniffle. Then another. Concerned, Joshua turned around, watching in horror as you dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The scent of distress permeated the room and he was quick to scramble to your side. 

He crouched down next to you, reaching out slowly. You lifted your head slightly to look at the man in front of you, before throwing yourself into the omega’s arms. Joshua fell back onto his butt with a small oomph.

He couldn’t care less though, he just wanted to comfort his beta. He hugged you tightly, letting your tears soak into his shirt. After a few minutes, your hiccups started to slow and he felt it was the right time to ask, “what’s got you so worked up?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow trying to understand what you said. “You gotta say it louder honey.”

A beat passed, then you lifted her head and looked away from him. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it has you crying on the kitchen floor.” He paused for a second, debating his words. “And clearly something has you upset. You’re wearing your own sweatpants instead of that pair of Jun’s that you really like.”

You snorted. Your scent finally cleared a bit and Joshua gave a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me right now, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and looked longingly at the fridge for a second before turning back to the omega with a deadpan expression. “I thought we still had some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer but I guess we don’t.”

Oh. Joshua’s smile grew. “That’s it? I thought you, like, didn’t want to be part of the pack anymore or something.” 

An expression of horror crossed your face. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

This time, it was his turn to deadpan. “You came out of your room looking like shit, wearing your own clothes, and then dropped onto the kitchen floor sobbing! Of course I thought something was wrong!”

You rolled your eyes, but Joshua saw the hint of a smile on your lips. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, before softly saying, “the ice cream really doesn’t explain the first half of that though.” 

You laughed for a second before pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where a small red dot was drawn on the top right corner of the box marking today’s date. “I’m on my period Joshie. I don’t want to accidentally get blood on Jun’s pants.” 

Suddenly, Joshua felt really, really stupid. It was all right in front of his face. “Oh.”

His surprised face was enough to make you cackle, and he giggled to himself at you rolling on the floor. This time laughing instead of crying. Joshua doesn’t really know what possessed him to blurt this out so abruptly, but sure enough he asked, “do you want to come sit in my nest with me?” 

It was your turn to be surprised this time. “You want me to sit in your nest with you? Like right now?”

You didn’t think you had ever seen the omega be so shy since you started living with the pack. His cheeks turned red and he looked away from you. “Yeah I mean, if you are okay with it. It really helps me feel better during pre-heat, so I figured it might help you?”

Joshua finally looks back up at you and is relieved to see that you're smiling. You start to stand up, pulling him with you while saying, “okay Joshie lead the way.”

You don’t miss the way his face lights up. He pulls you along to his and Jeonghan’s shared room. He’s grateful to catch the other omega’s scent coming from Seungcheol’s room. He figured he would be there, Jeonghan spends more time there than his own bedroom. And yes, Joshua is selfish enough to want some alone time with you (and maybe have an excuse to have you covered in his scent).

Finally, you both make it to his room. He feels you pause and linger near the door as he begins to rearrange his nest. He knows exactly what you are going to say before the words leave your mouth. “Are you sure you still want me in your nest?”

He deadpans to you for what feels like the millionth time that day and says, “y/n, if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have said anything. Now get your butt in my nest before I carry you there myself.”

Slowly, you approach the side of his bed, unsure of how to enter without messing up his hard work. You don’t miss the hoodie that you thought you lost pushed into the corner closest to his pillow. You run your hands across it before Joshua begins to get impatient and finally tackles you into the nest. As you make contact with the bed, his nose accidentally brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales as much of your scent as he possibly can. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pushing his nose into your gland and scenting you.

Your body stiffens and he pulls back, realizing his mistake. “Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to scent you without asking first.”

He feels relieved when he notices the happy undertones peeking out in your scent. Your body relaxes underneath him and you grin up at him before saying, “do it again.”

Joshua doesn’t waste a single second, immediately burying his face back in your neck. A contented sigh leaves your mouth, and god, he would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. You don’t leave him much time to dwell on it though, because you’re suddenly pushing him onto the bed and scenting him like your life depends on it.

He can’t help but giggle as your hair tickles his face and neck. “I guess you’re feeling better?”

You nod into his neck before pulling away to look at him and say, “it's still not ice cream but I’ll take it.”

Joshua is one step ahead of you though, he’s got DoorDash pulled up on his phone already and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in his cart.

#joshua hong #joshua hong x reader #svt #svt x reader #hong jisoo #hong jisoo x reader #svt imagine #joshua hong imagine #hong jisoo imagine #a/b/o #lu writes #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine

[furuyalover]

hey Mars! Can you do dark red by Steve lacy with Kenma? like they confessing to eachother and all? Thank you! (I'm sorry if it's not cleared enough)

dark red | mars & her music event

“i belong with you, and only you babyy”

— ft. kenma kozume & some cute confessions

AN: i love this song sooo much u have no idea, so i ofc loved writing this !! i had a lot of fun writing this so be prepared for a loooong read. hope u enjoyed & tysm for the ask <3

“something bad is 'bout to happen to me. i don't know what, but i feel it coming”

kenma was never one to be good at dealing with other peoples emotions, much less his own. yet he found himself often thinking, even caring, about you. it was an occurrence that was strange to him. he couldn’t understand why he felt this way, but he knew that he liked you more than anyone else.

“kenma, you realize you have a painfully obvious crush on y/n right?” his tall rooster headed said to him while pinching the bridge of his nose. dealing with kenma’s obliviousness to his crush on you had started stressin him out a lil too much.

“what? no i don’t?? she’s just my friend.” he would protest, not noticing how red the tips of his ears got whenever you were mentioned. but no matter how many times he tried denying it, kuroo was right, he did have a crush, the biggest, crush on you. yet you were oblivious to this as well

“i hink of her so much it drives me crazy. i just don't want her to leave me”

you had been friends with kenma for a while now, spending almost every day with him & his friends. but when you yourself developed feelings for him, you tried to ignore them, not wanting to ruin your friendship in case he doesn’t feel the same.

your relationship began to stray a little bit though. after finding out another girl confessed to him, you assumed he said yes, and began distancing yourself from him. not out of jealousy, you just wanted to be respectful, but also avoiding him was also the easiest way for you to stop the ache you felt in your heart over the boy you’ve been in love with.

kenma found himself missing you more than usual. where is she? why doesn’t she hangout with us that much anymore? was it something i did? he couldn’t handle not being with you daily. hell, he practically confessed his love to you to the girl who confessed to him.

“don’t you give me up, please don't give up. on me, i belong, with you, only you, babe”

when he saw you walking home after school alone, part of him was upset because usually he’s the one walking with you, but another part of him saw this as a perfect opportunity to try see why you’ve been avoiding him.

lost in your thoughts walking home, you’re startled when you hear someone call your name from afar. even more so when you realize that you recognize that name, your crush, kenma kozume.

“hey y/n wait up a sec” he calls after you sheepishly, while jogging over to meet you. “why don’t you walk with me after school anymore?” he asks slightly out of breath. steadying his breath and readjusting his jacket, he looks at you waiting for your response

at a loss for words at this awkward encounter you manage to say “well.. um, i just thiught you’d be walking with your girlfriend i guess” a look of confusion smeared on his face, he blinks a few times in disbelief of what you just said. “my what? who are you talking about?” now it’s your turn to be confused.

“that girl who confessed to you? kuroo told me about it & i figured you started dating her” the look of confusion on his face is now replaced with one of annoyance. palming his face and then rubbing his temple he retorts “oh my god im gonna kill him shit. wait is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” facing your embarrassment head on and looking at the ground, you decide you might as well tell the truth.

“yeah, i just didn’t wanna make things awkward by letting my feelings get in the way.” kenma definitely knows something’s up so he asks “what feelings..?” a slight blush creeping up on your face you confess. “i like you kenma, i’ve liked you forever probably. and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my own feelings” you notice a small smile form on kenma’s face, and next thing you know he’s pulling you towards him into a hug.

letting out a sigh, followed by a small laugh he confesses to you himself. “y/n, i don’t know how you never realized, but i’ve liked you the moment we met. kuroo will tell you how much i talk about you. and i even told that girl how i only have eyes for you after i rejected her.” a warm feeling fills your heart, and everything just felt so right. you know how quiet kenma can be, and how little he expresses himself, so this confession was just that more meaningful.

to reassure him & his feelings, you look at him with the biggest, genuine smile, squeezing him tightly in your hug. he places a chaste kiss on your head, then simply says, “so will you stop avoiding me now?” his heart is so full <3

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#top 5 cutest reqs ever #mars & her music! #game time! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu song fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma x you #kenma imagines #kenma headcanons #kenma hcs #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume imagines #kenma kozume headcanons

[artydonsgf]

tashi duncan, my poor villainized girl i love you so😭😭😭 everyone wants to write patrick n art WHERE ARE THE TASHI STANS… so i present to you, tashi duncan as your gf, wife, and a small nsfw bit because im in love with her

Tashi Duncan as your Wife

- when you meet tashi, you’re smitten immediately

- shes charismatic, she’s beautiful, she has kind eyes, and an ambitious personality

- talking to her makes you feel on top of the world

- you start out as friends, and while you have feelings for her, you don’t want to be the asshole who befriended her just to fuck

- you’re content listening to her rants about her games, the latest sponsorship deal that has her face slapped on it, and any other tidbits she has to share

- you two are chilling at her dorm one day, cuddled up in bed like always

- you want her and it’s obvious but out of respect, you stay in the same position as always and don’t dare mess up your friendship with your feelings

- she turns to you with a serious look on her face and you worry, this is when she’ll tell you that she’s sick of your obvious feelings

- instead, she looks strangely vulnerable

- she asks you if you’re only here because of her status

- you’re confused and she immediately tells you that nearly all of the people she hangs out with are only there because she’s good at tennis

- before you could even tell her how wrong she is, she backtracks and says nevermind

- you reassure her that tennis could disappear tomorrow and you’d still be at her side forever

- you’re not a tennis player and you couldn’t really care less about the sport, you’re only there for tashi

- when the injury happens, you stay true to your word

- the first few months of recovery are hard but you two are glued at the hip

- you play with her sometimes and you know it makes her feel better because she beats you every time

- makes her feel like she’s not a loser just because she can’t play professionally anymore

- you start dating soon after, it only felt right

- an amazing girlfriend

- very direct and if she has a problem with the way things are going or your behavior, she’ll set it straight immediately

- she’s not trying to lose you so she’ll ground her teeth through uncomfortable conversations if it means you’re stronger together at the end of it

- enjoys romantic gestures, both receiving it and giving it

- staunch believer of the tashi duncan words of affirmation agenda

- absolute queen with her words, she makes you feel like the most loved person on planet earth

- she proposes to you the very night you planned to propose to her

- you exchange rings and immediately plan a small wedding

- having an intimate wedding is the best thing in the world for her

- spending the day surrounded by the people who truly love her and not what she can do for them

- values privacy and despite how famous she still is, she’ll never put you in the public eye unless you’re 100% down

- excited to announce that she got married to you, she’s so very cute

NSFW

- praise QUEEN

- you do anything n she’s praising you for it

- likes to be dominant but if you really work for it, she’ll let you take over

- your arguments are very rare but on days where you’re both being really petty, yall just fuck it out

- you’re too exhausted at the end of it to even remember why you were arguing

- founder of munch nation

- she just likes making you feel good

- complete tease when she’s feeling particularly dominant

- makes you work for it and if you work enough, you’ll be rewarded real good

- aftercare with her consists of a very good shower where she washes your hair, puts good smelling lotion on you, and cuddles you to oblivion

- after you guys change the sheets ofc, she’s not sleeping in that mess

- isn’t really into quickies, she prefers taking her time with you

#challengers #challengers headcanon #challengers fic #challengers imagine #tashi duncan #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan imagine #tashi duncan headcanon #artydonsgf

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you please write about being jey and jimmy adoptive little sister (so we can feel more included about not looking like them honestly) , reader is like 18/19 and being completely heartbroken about the fact that all reader wanted was for her family to be together and now both jimmy and jey want attentions from her but she won’t chose and this thing is breaking her, and like she’s friend with rhea or the judgment day so she comfort her (sorry for my english i’m from poland!)

Thank you so much if you take my request

the usos x sister!reader

‼️fighting, reader having a panic attack and breaking down

broken pieces

you always had a special bond with jey and jimmy. you were their little sister and they felt overprotective about you. they didn’t want anything or anyone to cause you harm.

but what if they were the ones hurting you?

they both saw it on your face almost a year ago, when you were watching front row jey against roman at summerslam.

the betrayal on your face when jimmy sides with roman, hurting jey and hurting you. they both looked at you and realised something in you just broke.

jey was hurt and confused like you were. jimmy felt tears in his eyes when he met your heartbroken look. you were his baby sister after all, the one he promised to protect with his own life.

and now you couldn’t even stand to be in his presence.

but no matter what you tried to do, they now hated each others and that made you even more furious and sad. those big men were your big brothers, your bodyguards, the people you loved the most and now all you had was a broken family.

almost a year later and things didn’t got any better, in fact, their constant beefing backstage was tiring anyone.

“i can’t believe this” jimmy kept screaming as he wanted to punch jey right in the face.

you didn’t even know where this argument started from but, like every single time you found yourself stuck in the middle of it.

“if only you weren’t so self centred…” jey screamed back at jimmy.

“me? me? are you fucking serious? me? self centred? aren’t you the one going around and wanting to be called main event?” jimmy laughed “so i am the self centred one uh?”

“you going crazy man!” jey spat back “are you planning to ruin every single moment of my career like you’re doing every week on live tv man?”

“stop it stop it stop it!” you screamed at them. you were witnessing this stupid fight and knowing you couldn’t do anything to get to stop was hurting you. so, as you predicted, they kept screaming at each others.

“i ain’t ruining no one’s moment man, it’s just you who can’t accept some people are way better that you anyway” jimmy responded back, making jey laugh.

“so you’re better that me? that’s funny man, so why, if you’re that better than me, why, aren’t you getting booked? uh? cat got your tongue man?” jey sarcastically laughed making jimmy angrier.

you couldn’t stay there any longer.

“fucking stop it!” you screamed once again, tears falling from your eyes “stop fighting like goddamn children! i-i can’t do this anymore, i really can’t” you looked at both at them “all you do is fighting and fighting and i can’t do this anymore…i just want my family back”

jey, sensing your anxiety, tried to take a few steps close to you but you stepped back, not wanting to be close to anyone.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” jimmy apologised, hating to see you cry and hating himself even more, knowing he’s the reason you are crying.

“i don’t care if you are sorry! you always say you guys are sorry and then fight again and again and again and i can’t deal with this shit anymore! i just want my brothers back…i-i…” you were having trouble breathing “i just want this to be over”

“y/n, love, why don’t you sit down a little?” jey suggested when he saw you were struggling to breathe. he knew your anxiety and he knew you struggled with panic attacks and he was hating himself for being the reason you were struggling right now.

“no! no i don’t wanna sit here and hear you fight again! i-i…i don’t wanna…” your head was dizzy and the look jimmy gave jey made them understand each other without sharing a word.

“sit here love…” jey slowly walked you towards the little black leather couch inside his changing room “breath with me y/n…” you did as jey told you to do and you felt all the energy leaving your body.

“you feeling better?” jimmy asked, sitting next to you while jey was knelt in front of your sat position.

“why do you have to keep fighting?” you asked them, your voice breaking a little, now your tears falling down your face again “and don’t say you’re sorry” you warned jimmy.

“we will try to stop okay?” jey smiled at you. deep down he knew he couldn’t keep fighting with his brother forever but at the same time it was hard for him to forgive him so quickly.

“i don’t want a “we will try” jey, i want my brothers back…i want to spend time with you together like we did last year…” you cried harder, your breathing getting worse again “you just don’t understand this…i-i hate seeing you fight every day, i hate seeing you punching yourselves, i fucking hate having to share days with you like you are my divorced parents!”

“hey hey keep breathing slowly sweetheart” jey reminded you.

jimmy and jey both had no idea how this family feud was affecting you. they just discovered it now and they were both hating themselves for hurting you that much.

“you just don’t understand…” you whispered.

“no words can’t express how sorry i am love…” jimmy softly whispered with teary eyes. seeing you having a panic attack was the worst thing he ever witnessed. you were his baby sister who he was meant to protect so why would he hurt you that much?

same thing was for jey.

“i just miss you…” your voice broke a little.

jey cursed himself “i know things between us aren’t the best but our feelings for you will never change. no matter what, you will always be our baby sister and we’ll love you forever…i will try my best to not fight with jimmy okay?” you simply nodded while his soft hand wiped your tears away.

“i promise you we will be better” jimmy went and you nodded again, being happy with their responses.

“now, i’m pretty sure you have work to do so i’ll go back to my hotel room…but, if you’re free tonight can we have a movie marathon like we always did when i was younger?” you asked them, hope sparkling in your eyes.

they couldn’t say not to that.

so they said yes.

they knew they had a lot of work to do, especially when it came to them but, no matter the circumstances, they would always have your back.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #wwe one shot #wwe x oc #wwe jey uso #wwe jimmy uso #jey uso x y/n #jey uso angst #jey uso x oc #jimmy uso one shot #jey uso x reader #jey uso x you #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso imagine #jey uso fluff #the usos x reader #wwe the usos #jey and jimmy #jimmy uso #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso x you #jey uso imagines #jey uso smut #jey uso #jimmy uso x oc #jey uso x me

[americanrecord]

hey Kelsey!! I’m just catching up on the Californian motel series that u sent over and I’m currently reading the chapter “feel the void”

wow. what a heavy chapter,, i read the words ‘call izzy’ and SOBBED this is the last thing i was expecting but as always your writing is so beautiful and so respectful - hope your okay and cannot wait for when you release your book!

#submission #replying in tags because it’s a submission but — #that was such a terrible chapter to write lol! i scrolled through it briefly and i remember sitting in the kitchen of my college apartment #& i had the place to myself for the weekend so i cranked out this and the chapter before it #and i remember specifically with feel the void - i was like sweating while writing it #it was very intense! even for me! because it was a scene i would’ve been envisioning for like 3 years at that point #and the book was so drastically different from what i envisioned when i developed this plot (which was actually before i even wrote RQ) but #the scene was still something like what i’d always pictured even if it was so dark and nauseating #i did try my best to be careful and respectful and not graphic however!! i always felt like letting implications do the heavy lifting for #this sort of stuff was always the way to go #so glad you’re enjoying it & apologies in advance for the misery fest of king nothing #sorry that i left it on such a terrible note #i sometimes wish i could go back to it but i don’t think i could do it on good conscious anymore #or bc of how my writing has developed #also i’m doing well!! just busy and trying to push suicide blonde into something publishable <3 #thanks for your support !! 🩶 #✉︎ — confessions. #save

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. (tentative) chapter 16 excerpt. 1’252 words. unedited. featuring: pallas’s private reflection on an old train of thought. pretty lengthy discussion of feelings surrounding a deadname. vaguely implied dysphoria. oops all queer kid emotions.

[Transcript under the cut]

quick my english assignment isn’t looking. post pallas genderthoughts.

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At five years old Pallas had come to The Library with a name sewn into the tag of their jacket, they were thirteen when they went to the Director to have it struck from the book and a new one written in. 

Back then the conversation had terrified them in its finality, they’d written out a script and spent hours practising it in the mirror to iron the waver from their voice. It can be done, it had often been done before, it is a fact of life that even true names could be outgrown and replaced, they were still new to their lesson’s with the Director but she had no reason to deny the request; from what they knew she never had before. That wasn’t what had scared them. It was that once it was done it would truly be done, over, ended. It was putting down in ink and paper that aimless blob of a feeling that seemed to expand in their chest like boiling water whenever they looked in a mirror to long, giving the nameless a name, catching it between their fingers and sanding down the endless bubbling expanse of it into something hard and round to tuck under their tongue like a baby tooth. 

What’s in a name? They had never been overfond of Shakespeare even though Nina ate and breathed it, but they still remember latching onto that line at nine, already hungry in a way they had only just begun to place. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. 

In their first years at The Library they had never spared much thought towards the name they had arrived with, they understood vaguely that it was important, that it couldn’t be given out to strangers or else bad things would happen, that it’s existence in the pages of of the ledger was, in some unknowable way, tied to their existence in The Library. But that was the sum of it, they payed mind to the name when it was spoken the same way they payed mind when told to make their bed or brush their teeth in the morning; and in the meantime played an everevolving game with Nina on who could come up with the best alias to give out to the teachers and students that surrounded them. One of them would come across a new name in a story, or a tonguetwisting word in a dictionary, or a new animal neither of them had heard of before, and make a race to claim it as their “name” and be called by it first. They went through tens and twenties of different names in a week, trying to one up each other with the newest and grandest and prettiest ones they could find, keeping the originals folded in their pockets like rare trinkets, taken out only occasionally to be marvelled over and then quickly squirrelled away so as not to be overused. What exactly they had been called, words like he and she and you, didn't seem to matter so far as they knew to respond when they were said. 

It only began to matter once Pallas realized belatedly that it did matter, once they began attending serious classes and learned that words carried meaning beyond what was conjured in the moment by a child’s mind. Words carried weight, they carried history, words set boundaries and above all they defined. There was a word for everything and everything had a word and those words had lexicon and roots that spanned back centuries and were impossible to untangle. It was at once expansive and suffocating, both freeing and constricting, and they remember hardly being able to breathe under the impossible scope of it all. Narrow and yet endlessly wide. Sure, you could be anything you wanted, but you still had to be something at the end of the day. 

Afterwards they began to dissect and analyze literature the same way they began to dissect and anaylze their own reflection. They knew the science of a human body, skeleton and musculature and nervous system, but this was another thing entirely. Suddenly things they hadn’t cared about before, hadn’t noticed before they forced themselves into being known, began to topple out before them like dominos. The sudden feeling of wearing clothes far too small for you and only realizing once you go to breathe and find the collar tight around your throat. There had been something they’d missed, a crucial number skipped over in the equation, something wasn’t adding up. 

The worst of it was that Nina, who until then had almost been able to read their mind in their matching idiosyncrasies, didn’t seem to be able to see this in its fullness the way they did. She would listen and chew the inside of her cheek and ask questions and assure them that whatever they ended up doing was fine by her as long as they were happy. But it wasn’t the same, and she was smart enough to know that. That, above all else, could not stand.

So, naturally, it became an obsession. They tried to concentrate on other things, but the discordant feeling stayed, that itch under their skin they couldn’t shake, an edge almost like hunger sawing slowly away at the back of their mind. They took to rolling their first name over and over in their mind, thinking on it more than they ever had before. They lay on the floor and stared up at their hands, flexing them, closed their eyes tight and tried to name every part of their body from the ground up before considering the whole. Before being he or she had carried the same nonweight as everything else, so long as they knew which word it was correct to turn their head towards when someone was talking about them, and the original name had been the same. After they stared at themself in the mirror and and repeated it until it didn’t sound like a word at all anymore, trying to link the sound coming from their mouth to the face looking back at them, but in those moments both seemed to belong to a stranger.

They read viciously, constantly, they read with the desperation of a drowning man clinging to the last plank of his sunken ship. They found more words, more definitions, and caught themself staring at the blank spaces between the lines. They looked at the marble busts lining the fourth floor hallways and pressed a finger to cool stone lips, traced the sweeping curves of carefully carved brows and icy smooth cheeks. They wrote out the name on sheets and sheets of paper, wondering if pen and ink would reveal something they hadn’t yet been able to see and they had crouched in the bath with water up to their mouth, hair spread in inky plumes around them, and thought about how most ancient Greek statues had once been brightly painted but time and meddling had worn that away until nothing was left but bone white. Scoured and scraped clean. They thought of how anyone could possibly define that, and held their hand up to the light to see the tiny blue veins run through it like mycelium strings. 

And Pallas, thirteen and starving, thirteen and holding the whole what and who and why of themself in the palm of their hand, had curled the pale arches of their fingers into a fist, and pictured an endless, spinning, black hole.

#you know that post that’s like ‘grew up blissfully unaware of the concept of Gender until the world Lucifered me and made me bite the apple #of awareness and then everything felt Wrong’ #yeah. holding pallas up and pointing #this is probably going to get cut or shortened in editing but that is a future crème problem #i just needed to write it SOMEWHERE #anyway sometimes the transgenderism is also the mortifying ordeal of being known <3 #pallas said my gender is don’t care don’t fucking ask and also ancient greek statues #also obligatory joke about the Director and ‘i can excuse murder and brainwashing but i draw the line at transphobia’ #she actually truly just couldn’t care less but it’s still funny #pallas: hey i think i want to change my name in the magic book #the director. not even looking up from her paperwork: sure knock yourself out kid #pallas: also i think i might not want 2 kill people anymore #the director: you fucking what #wip: ghost story #creme does a writing

[rpf-bat]

I have this irrational rule in my head that for every Finnish Blorbos post I reblog, I have to reblog an equivalent number of MCR posts, or everyone will hate me and unfollow me.

#from 2016 to 2021 this was exclusively an MCR blog #and I felt guilty when I started writing about other bands #I still get new MCR-blog followers constantly #because people are still finding my old fics #I had to change my bio because I was still getting new fic requests that I had to delete #i feel like the vast majority of my current followers don’t care about BC or LS #but the truth is. I am not going to write about MCR again #I rarely listen to them anymore #I don’t even follow them on social media anymore #this is all out of obligation

[lovelesslittleloser]

I’m my opinion, one of the greatest tropes is when a character either one, desperately doesn’t want to become/do/say/etc a thing, but then later on, that becomes the precise thing they’re striving for, or two, a character comes off as normal at first and then becomes/does/says/etc a thing that was unexpected (but if you read it again you’ll see hints dotted around).

Like, a character would say, ‘no, I refuse to befriend anyone here!’ or ‘I could never fall in love with such a person!’, but then later on in the series they have a large and close-knit group of friends and the other one just proposed

Or a character looks and acts normal for a large portion of the beginning but then they pop up with the ‘why would I be bothered if you killed them?’ or ‘I’ll do anything to make you mine!���

Okay I might have made one sound more positive than the other but honestly I like them more when it’s a violent change in the direction of violence, so shut up

So pretty much what I want in a series is for it to start off normally, probably a good amount of cliches, hopefully gay but I can only wish, maybe the mc is really unfriendly and made an enemy out of some hot guy really fast idk

But then later on in the series, the longer and more gradual the change the better, I could do for like eight seasons baby, they slowly change

They get a bigger and bigger friend group, they grow more and more accustomed to violence (probably a medieval fantasy setting because of course), and they fall more and more in love with the person they used to hate. Maybe even a bit too much in love with them, if you consider that to be a thing.

Mmmmmmmmm I want it but I feel like there’s a part of the equation that just makes these types of stories, but I can’t think of it for the life of me. Comedy? Being gay and doing a lot of crime? I mean I guess if it was advertised as like ‘person gets stuck in otome game, comedy ensues’ and ended up being bloody and violent I would be a little miffed but??

I feel like a witch trying to brew up the perfect concoction and trying not to ruin it by adding too much eye of newt or something god damn

#writing prompts #writing ideas #shitpost #I mean it’s kinda a shitpost? #honestly don’t know where I was going here but eh #honestly this isn’t even me being like ‘huh oh boy it sure would be cool if some stranger on the internet did this so I could read it’ #it’s more like ‘hmm I’d like cliches that slowly turn into originality maybe a zest of violence and could you make that bl for me? thanks’ #I feel like a stereotypical white girl ordering a drink at Starbucks #but I have bad taste #is this considered bad taste? #i don’t even know anymore #honestly if you read this much you deserve a reward for dealing with my bullshit #uh #I’m writing a humans are space orcs mha fic with shinsou as the mc but instead of suffering he eventually becomes an idol in space #mei does the instruments and sfx #eventually tomura’s going to be like a bodyguard and eri’s gonna be like. half-human or something #it’s lit #but I’m not gonna post it anytime soon because then I’ll feel responsible for making it and abandon it #was this how my dad felt when he left to get the milk? #lmao imma go cry myself to sleep love you <33

[honeyedlashton]

the title of the fic is similar to yours that you did for mine…but yankee candles! soft blanket (my fav), warm cashmere, and sun-drenched apricot rose. you don’t have to do all of them. i just love candles and these are some of my favs. obvy lashton as well🧸🤍🫧🕯

Omg yes!! This is so much fun! I love that, thank you, Swan, for sending me this charming ask. I’ll do my best to come up with something worthy of these incredible smells 🕯💞😇🫧

Soft Blanket ❄️🧸

“Wrapped in sweet dreams… a lullaby of clean citrus, luxurious vanilla and warm amber notes.”

Christmas time is always Luke’s favorite time of year. And one of the best parts of the holidays is going home to his parents. Typically these few weeks are spent peacefully meandering around the decorated town square in the fluffy falling snow, forgetting about a world outside his winter wonderland. That all changes this year when his high school sweetheart makes a reappearance after years of skipping town on the holidays. Luke’s snow globe escape fantasy now has him trapped inside a bubble of feelings he’d pushed aside. To make it worse, Ashton is an older and more levelheaded version of the charming sweet talker Luke had fallen for. Plus, he is nothing but persistent in his attempts to win his good favor back. Luke is torn between treating Ashton with the lovesick passionate fires of his youth, or the jaded edges of a heart that’s been shattered. Either way, he knows he’ll need a Christmas miracle to traverse either emotional plane if Ashton keeps sweet talking him like that…

Warm Cashmere 🧣🍁

“Wrap yourself in luxury with sumptuous notes of calming sandalwood and exotic patchouli.”

Luke has spent the majority of the fall semester doing two things: firstly, burying himself in dissertation prep to keep from third-wheeling with Michael and Calum. Secondly, praying for attention from Calum’s friend Ashton. While the two sometimes hang out at parties and have been flirtatious in the past, nothing ever moves beyond playful banter—much to Luke’s adamant frustration in his explicitly detailed digital diary. When Luke’s laptop crashes in the middle of doing his research, he is horrified to have to turn it in to the only working IT technician at his school: Ashton. While he prayed that Ashton wouldn’t see his diary amid the millions of tabs he’d left open, he can’t help but feel like something’s changed when Ashton gives him his laptop back. Maybe snooping is wrong, but Luke was willing to look the other way now that it might have scored him a date with the most handsome man he’d ever met.

Sun-Drenched Apricot Rose 🌹🧡

“A full bloom scents of lush, delightful apricot and soft petals.”

On the Italian estate Ashton is staying in for the summer, he has only seen a flash of the nameless model he’s been sharing half of the house with. While they are never on the same schedule, Ashton somehow chances on meeting the mysterious beauty while he’s on his way out for the night and Ashton’s on the way in. Luke Hemmings, his famous housemate, invites him to come along for a night of his life. Ashton is never one to turn down a good time, so he is plunged into the nightlife of one of the most notorious party celebrities around. What this sparks is a curiosity about the life beyond the tabloids, and a summer romance that could easily be the subject of old foreign films. From picnics on lakesides, to clubbing till the early hours of the morning, Ashton is certain he never wants the burning summer with the beautiful blonde to end—though he fears like all seasons, it must.

I hope you enjoy these, Swan. I really tried to capture the feeling these scents gave me. I loved yours so much I couldn’t help but redo the format cause I thought it was so pretty. Anyway thank you for the ask, I worked really hard but if they don’t make sense then it’s not my fault lmfaooo. 🦢🌷✨

#sorry I’m so late getting back to you on this one Swan #I’ve been really busy all day and I forgot I even had that queued #but thank you for asking me #I hope these are okay #I’d honestly love to see these written or like as a movie? #that’s so sweet #I thought I had a favorite when I was writing them but now that I’ve edited them I’m pretty sure I don’t anymore #and yeah I’m a slow ass writer so this took me a min but it was so much fun please #soft blanket really felt like a Christmas scent to me #plus that description… #warm cashmere’s description had autumn leaves written all over it and finding comfort in harsh times #and the third one really popped off the page I knew the concept before I even looked up the scent #pushyluke #scholarly #otp: i’m fond of you #luke hemmings #lrh #ashton irwin #afi #5sos #lashton

[aberooski]

It's astounding how one thing can ruin your entire day and destroy your entire emotional state.

#every single fucking time i try to apply for something i get ghosted or rejected #like i fucking get it i have no value or place in society you can stop throwing it in my face already #and every single time my whole family is just all ''you just have to keep looking you'll find something it'll be fine'' #fuck right off with that shit #it's gotten to the point that I'm sobbing in my bedroom because I got rejected by the fucking aldis down the street from my house #and for a fucking part time position at that. I get it. i didn't work until college then only worked on campus. and went to school for music #but i have too much anxiety to be a teacher and am just not that kind of person. i have no skills or experience so fuck even trying for #anything even remotely halfway decent #I haven't worked in over a year since I graduated and the longer it gets the harder it is to get back into working yknow? #your value just decreases every fucking second so no one will give me the time of fucking day #i kinda had a job for like a fucking week last month that I didn't even want I was pushed into it and I hated it and cried so much #every day I actually almkst made myself sick from the crying and intense anxiety and then a week in they were like hey we like you and all #you're a good person and a very nice girl you're just no right for here so we're firing you essentially. so now I'm even more fucked #I've never felt more lost and more like the universe had no place for me anymore #and being in singing in the rain at my community theater was the only good thing I had in my life where I felt I had a place again #but the show's over now so I'm back to having nothing and nowhere and just don’t know what to do anymore #no wonder I can't fucking write anymore I'm just too sad all the time #abby's self deprication hour #abby's serious corner #I did make some progress in the mario crossover the other day when I felt pretty good actually though so that's something right? #I'm trying I really am

[pepprs]

ok update i just finished making my card and i said / drew (lol) basically everything i wanted to say in it (except for the things i definitely can’t say now that this is happening lol). so i think maybe i might be ok with not saying what i want to say directly to her. but then when i say that im not ok with it at all LOLLLL so i think i need to sleep on it and maybe see what tomorrow brings

#purrs #sobbed hysterically writing the message and that was like 4 hrs ago (yeah.) and im still like dizzy and puffy eyed from it. i am not having #a good time lol. and it’s only going to get more intense this whole week and i don’t know if i can handle it. ive been overstimulated / #sleep deprived for like 2 straight days bc yesterday i was doing everything in my power to avoid thinking abt it and today i was doing #everything in mt power TO think abt it including being subjected to things that were hard and ofc the walk being a flop kinda lol. but omg. #mutuals i know it’s so deeply cringe but i have been vagueposting abt my work life since before i even got the fucking job. i know i look #mentally ill about it and i definitely am but my colleagues past and present are my best friends and my number 1 reason to be alive #actually. so this is just. idk. this feels very……. especially when this is someone who was never supposed to leave this suddenly. who i thou #thought i had years and years left with. and it’s just over like that and we have to say goodbye and i know it’s not even that big of a move #but it’s actually killing me. like physically. that this is happening rn. i don’t know what the fuck im going to do. and we aren’t even f #gonna be able to grieve openly at all but we are grieving and she doesn’t even.. like idk. maybe it just hasn’t occurred to her that we are. #but we literally are and its soooooooo bad. it’s so bad. i feel like im having a bad dream every day. i already felt like nothing was real #anymore and this helped abt -50000% with that sensation. like wtf is going on rn. she’s LEAVING. ON FRIDAY. FOREVER. FUCK! #but uh yeah the point is i do want to talk to her and if it was anyone else i would. but when it comes to emotional stuff and being honest #w each other abt how one makes the other feel… we are incompatible im afraid. she doesn’t want to talk abt it and all i want to do is talk b #but im shy and weak so i cave and just do everything in my power to give her what she needs and then i feel shattered for the rest of the #day / week / whatever. it fucking sucks and im not like that w anyone else in my little irl world (except my p*rents ofc LMAO) but it’s like #onmgggggg. can we please just talk abt how it is so painful you are doing this and comfort each other in it somehow. LOL! like i am in so mu #much pain i can’t even speak and she didn’t even look at me when i flicked my eyes over to her during the silences. CRINGE! girl she doesn’t #care about you 😭😭😭😭 except she does. idk. it’s just sooooo. idk. my brain is not right it hasn’t been since i got the news. i think im dying #delete later #OMG ALSO it is now the wee hours of july 26 which means that 3 yrs ago right abt now i did something so very stupid that made me have my #first very bad breakdown ever and it led to me realizing i needed counseling again. so maybe in the spirit of this anniversary i will do #this stupid thing (of asking to talk and then saying what i want to say even though i wrote it out) and then have a very bad breakdown and t #then go to counseling 🥳✌️