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breadbrobin · 4 months

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call it what you want

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of aphrodite reader]

summary: he fell first, you fell harder, and all at once.

warning: tooth-rotting fluff. literally i think that’s it it’s just sickeningly cute

word count: 2.1k

(the luke brainrot is so real i wrote this at like 4am last night plsss)

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luke castellan thought you could have hung the stars in the sky. he wouldn’t know any different, nor would he care to find out. in his mind, you were perfect. the most perfect, in fact.

there was one person that no one could hate at camp, and that was you. a friend to all who’d have you, a sister to those who needed you, and whatever you were to luke.

not even you understood the nature of your relationship with him.

years of friendship slowly became changed, twisted, slightly more than you’d bargained for. it was a happy change. realising you were in love with luke castellan was an ever-continuous process—a little one day, a little more another. but for luke… gods, realising he was in love with you came as easy as breathing. every smile on your lips, every laugh, every surreptitious look across rooms set his heart aflame. fluttering, dancing, swirling.

it wasn’t like you didn’t love him. you did. you surely did. but time hadn’t been kind to your heart and children of aphrodite have never been truly lucky in love. helping others achieve their loves was more common. more often than not, you and your siblings were happy with just that.

“anyone you got your eye on?” you asked one day as you sat with luke on the dock. your bare feet dangled into the water, toes just touching the cool surface.

“maybe. maybe not. when are you leaving?” he avoided the question, gazing out at the water and squinting in the glare of the sun.

“two weeks. i’m staying for my birthday this year.” you looked over at him. “you can tell me who it is, you know? i won’t laugh, i promise.”

he shot you an exasperated look. “what makes you think there is someone, princess?”

you lean over and nudge his arm teasingly, missing the blush on his face. “you’ve been distracted lately. quiet. you smile more though, and i’ve seen you blushing. who is it?”

“maybe i’m sick. what if i’m dying, y/n? then what? you’re assuming i’m in love when i’m actually dying?”

you raised your hands mockingly. “hey, you’re the one who mentioned love, pal. not me. ask yourself about that one.”

he rolled his eyes and elbowed you gently with a soft smile. his smiles were always soft, you realised. gentle and kind—two words you’d use to describe luke castellan any chance you got. you looked at him in the sunlight. and pretty, you thought. gentle, kind and pretty.

late nights were always for thinking.

you’d had trouble sleeping since you were a kid. not just the typical demigod issues with nightmares, but difficulty falling asleep in the first place. when those times struck, and the late hours before midnight slipped by, your thoughts wandered.

as always, your thoughts circled a few items; your family, your friends, then, always, luke.

he was separate to your friends, always had been. you didn’t really know why.

gentle, kind and pretty, you recalled. it had been a few days since the lake and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about who he was in love with. was there some person out there at camp who held his heart, truly and deeply? why did your chest ache? were you having a heart attack?

you pressed your fingers to your pulse point in concern, then pulled them away after a few seconds. you were fine. why did you feel like that?

no one ever said children of aphrodite weren’t oblivious to their own feelings.

time ticked by into the small hours of the morning, and still you couldn’t find sleep.

you rolled out of bed and stepped into your slippers, pulling a fluffy robe around your body and stepping out into the warm night. the air was still and calm, a juxtaposition to your whirling mind as you crossed the camp, stepping down paths and stepping over tree roots in a manner you’d memorised from countless treks on similar nights.

the hermes cabin was always warmer than your own, but tonight the heat was almost stifling. you could feel the heat heavy in the air as you breathed, and sweat beaded on your lip as you crossed the cabin silently to luke’s bed.

he was sleeping half sitting up, a colouring book and set of pencils splayed out on his lap. it was one you’d bought him for his birthday years ago. you had no idea he even used it.

quietly, you packed away the pencils and put them and the book on the side table. as you did, luke’s eyes cracked open. he frowned.

“y/n? are you okay?” he rubbed his eyes, sitting up straight and stretching his neck.

“can’t sleep,” you whispered.

he nodded and pushed his sheets off. he pulled a sweatshirt on and led you out of the cabin.

this was normal for you both. if one couldn’t sleep, you’d find the other and keep each other company until you felt you could rest. it was always nice knowing someone was there to talk to, or even just sit with. there was never resentment, never irritation from the other person. you would always come find each other. finding each other was like second nature to the two of you. you swore you could find luke in any situation, with your eyes closed, all your senses blotted out, by instinct and connection alone. you could find luke castellan without even a second thought.

you sat on the porch of the cabin with your legs hanging over the edge. luke’s legs were crossed.

“what are we doing for your birthday?” he asked finally.

you shrugged. “nothing, probably. maybe i’ll get some cake. i don’t know.”

“you didn’t do anything last year,” he protested. “you need to this year. it’s the big 18.”

“we didn’t do much for your eighteenth.”

he shrugged. “we did more than nothing, though, pretty girl. come on, we have to do something.”

you shook your head. “you wanna do something, you can plan it, pretty boy. i don’t mind.”

he sighed dramatically, leaning back and lying down on the rough wood. “fine. i will.”

you laughed quietly and lay back next to him, staring up at the wooden overhang above you.

you could feel his body heat against your arm as it lay between you. he was like a furnace, honestly, always radiating heat. it was nice in winter, but oftentimes stifling in summer. this was not one of those times. instead, you revelled in the closeness between you and almost—selfishly, confusingly—wished you were closer. maybe even close enough to touch.

your birthday was a quiet affair. your siblings wished you happy birthday and gave you a handful of small gifts, mostly beauty products and clothes that would fit you perfectly, even a cute bikini you put on under your clothes, and then you all went on with your day.

it was nice, honestly, getting well wishes but little attention. you needed no celebration or pizzazz, just friends, smiles and the occasional hug.

arms wrapped around your waist from behind. you yelped in shock and turned around, finding yourself face to face with luke. he had a bright smile on his face and a smudge of glitter on his cheek.

you reached up and ran your finger over it, trying gently to remove some to no avail. “you have glitter.”

“i have glitter everywhere. i guess that’s what you get for asking one of my siblings for wrapped paper.” he removed his arms from your waist to reveal a poorly wrapped gift in purple glittery paper.

you laughed, taking it. “i’m surprised you haven’t got more of it on you.”

“oh, believe me, princess, i do.” he cringed, stepping back slightly. “happy birthday.”

you smiled up at him and opened the present, ignoring the glitter sticking to your hands and the warmth in your chest and cheeks.

he thought you looked like the sun had come down to earth.

it was a colouring book and a set of pencils. you smiled widely and flipped through the pages, revealing beautiful art. “you remembered i wanted one?”

“yeah, mostly because you kept stealing mine to colour in,” he teased. “but of course i did.”

you reached out and hugged him. “thank you, luke!”

“come on,” he pulled back and took your hand. “present isn’t done yet.”

“what have you planned?” you groaned half-heartedly as he pulled you through camp, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides.

“don’t sound so scared, princess, it’s a good thing. i promise.”

you just sighed with a smile and let him lead you to the dock.

there was a small basket at the end of it.

you gasped excitedly. “luke, you…”

“happy birthday, y/n.” he sat down and pulled you gently down to sit next to him. he opened the the picnic basket and handed you a sandwich and a mini juice box with a bashful grin. “i would’ve sprung for coke but mr d. has a monopoly on the stuff around here.”

you laughed slightly and began eating, sitting cross-legged and looking out at the lake. the sun beat down on your back and your entire body felt warm. you suddenly weren’t sure how much of that warmth was from the sun, and how much of it was from love.

love.

whoa.

you froze with your juice box halfway to your lips.

luke looked over at you. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, eyes wide, and set down your juice and sandwich. “i wanna swim.”

he frowned. “okay? now?”

you nodded and stood up. you were wearing your new bikini anyway, so you just pulled your shirt over your head and dropped your shorts next to it. “you coming?”

his eyes were slightly wide, but he nodded and stood up, setting his food down too and removing his over clothes.

you sat down on the dock and slid into the water. it was cold, but more refreshing than shocking. you swam out a few paces as luke jumped in directly, the splash hitting you.

“luke!” you gasped as he surfaced.

he just laughed. “sorry, princess. you’re in the water anyway.”

you pouted at him, but couldn’t stay mad, instead, you watched him as he floated a few feet from you.

he looked confused. “are you okay? was it the sandwich?”

you shook your head. “the sandwich was fine. i’m just…” you pursed your lips and swam slightly closer. “was it me?”

he frowned even deeper. “was what you?”

“when i asked you the other day, you said you were in love with someone. was it me?”

you felt a little bad for putting him on the spot as he looked away, abashed, but when he looked back at you, eyes strong and jaw set, and said, “yes,” you didn’t regret a thing.

“why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“why not?” he shrugged. “why does the sun shine? why does the wind blow? just because that’s the way things are. and i guess… yeah, me being in love with you is the way it is.”

you were silent for a moment, a small smile on your face. “well, that’s good then. i’m not sure how long this has actually been a thing, luke castellan, but i guess that me being in love with you is also… just the way it is.”

he swam slightly closer, a smile breaking across his face. gentle, kind, pretty. “yeah?”

“yeah, pretty boy. now kiss me. it’s my birthday, after all.”

“yes ma’am,” he grinned. one of his hands slid around your waist, warm as ever in the cold water, and he pulled you closer to him. he savoured the moment for a beat, just studying your face, memorising the look in your eyes, the sun on your skin and the soft smile on your lips. then he pressed his lips to yours.

you finally understood what people meant when they said ‘fireworks’. they were right. kissing luke was like playing with fire or dancing in the rain, or watching christmas lights twinkle. it was exhilarating, sweet and safe all at the same time; pure and honest love. and he was one damn good kisser.

when he pulled away you were out of breath, treading water still. you swam backwards, pulling him with you by the hand on the back of his neck until you were in the cool shade of the dock, using it to keep you afloat. it was much colder under there, but at least now you had him to keep you warm.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x you

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kibbzle · 3 months

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Thinking about how in like episode 11 Gillion mentions that if it reaches a certain temperature he goes into hibernation ⁉️

It was probably a throw-away comment at the start of the series but now I’m thinking of silly scenarios of chip & Jay not knowing why gillion’s not waking up and thinking he’s injured or something but drey knows bc of finn. I think he’d probably hibernate in his barrel but imagine this dude who gets up at like 4am to train just not leaving his barrel all day! I also read that when amphibians/fish go into hibernation their heart rate slows so like chip & Jay checking his pulse and his heart beating very faintly and they just think he’s like dying or something when he’s just a little sleepy

#jrwi gillion tidestrider #jrwi riptide #Jrwi #jrwi chip #jrwi jay #jrwi drey #Jrwi jay ferin #Jay ferin #Gillion tidestrider #chip James #just roll with it #just roll with it riptide #just roll with it gillion tidestrider #just roll with it jay ferin #just roll with it chip #drey ferin #Jrwi drey ferin

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hotteoki · 9 months

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drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

networks - @kflixnet k-labels kbookshelf neverendingdreams-net straykidsland @k-films

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sc0tters · 4 months

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Forgotten Feelings | Will Smith

summary: confessions are made when you get trapped in an elevator with your ex

trope: right person wrong time

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.65k

author note: I have been dying to get this one out! We are back on the celly writing train and I have to say I really liked to one. To the four people who asked for this to be released tonight here we are and I home we all see it as a little think for the boys making it into the final tmrw or in my case today, it’s 4am! this apart of the 500 celly, if you want to see more from this you can do so here!

Being Cutter’s sister came with a whole load of benefits.

You had a great older brother, a sports-active family. But most of all you met the guy that held all of your firsts that mattered to you, he was the first guy you slept with, the first you said I love you to. In truth though you weren’t meant to fall for Will, it happened years ago but when you started dating at the end of your junior year after he kissed you at your families lake house.

What felt like cloud nine where you’d constantly see him with you driving to his during most breaks. His family adored you much like yours did him. But that was what made him breaking up with you hurt so much more.

When Will called you it seemed like nothing was wrong “hey babe!” You smiled shutting your door as the call connected “hey.” Will had something that plagued his mind and unfortunately for him you noticed it “you okay?” You frowned fixing the strings of your hoodie.

He hated that he couldn’t lie to you “you know you’re a great person right?” The words rolled off of his tongue as it made you freeze “what are you getting at?” Your eyebrows raised as you grew skeptical “I think we should break up.” The hockey player blurted out as he had thought about this for the last week.

You were left silent as your mind went through all of the different reasons why he would want that “we could end up on different sides of the-” as Will tried to explain it to you it made you lose it “don’t try to act like distance would now be a problem you dick!” You spat letting the tears roll down your cheeks “I’m just doing what’s best for you.” In all honesty Will wanted to end things before he ended up on a regular team with Cutter.

But as you shook your head staring at the pictures of the two of you that hung on your wall “what’s best for me is deleting your number.” Before Will could say anymore the call was cut short as you threw your phone across the room as you pulled your body to your pillow “you okay dimple?” Cutter called out as he knocked on your door. The nickname came from the bulging dimple you got in your left cheek whenever you smiled “do I look okay?” You sniffled not noticing as your older brother pulled you into a hug.

Ending up at Boston University honestly wasn’t intentional, but when Cutter heard had been accepted there you knew you couldn’t say no to your brother. That’s how you ended up in the same class as Will. The shock that laced your face when you saw him was enough to have everyone picking up that you two had history.

Maybe it was stupid of Will to believe that you two could have gone back to what you once had but instead of getting to watch you fall back in love with him, he got to watch you flirt with a new guy at every party. What he didn’t know was that you were doing that only to piss him off. All of the hurt you felt had turned into rage and you needed him to feel what you had to go through during the summer.

You were barely keeping yourself afloat as your heart never found its way to heal from the pain the breakup had you feeling. It was easy avoiding him in college as you two only had a handful of conversations during your first semester. Will wanted to see more of you but everytime he got close you were practically running the other way. Resulting in only a handful of conversations actually happening between you both.

When Cutter got called up to go to Sweden it was a no brainer for you to go watch him. Even with your family there you still couldn’t face Will. It made you feel like you were going crazy when his sister would frown each time someone brought up Will around you. There were a group of Swedish girls that showed up at each of the games and they couldn’t help but giggle each time Will got close to the board in front of you guys “can’t believe he’s single!” The girl cheered as you felt envy coarse through your veins.

Grace smiled as she leaned over to talk to you “those girls don’t mean anything.” What she wanted to say was that Will was still in love with you but of course she couldn’t do that to him, not when he thought you moved on “even if they did it would be fine.” You lied through your teeth as you watched them scroll through Will’s Instagram. You hadn’t noticed that there were still so many pictures that once belonged to you on there.

You laughed as Will pulled his hat over his head "baby no!" He groaned as you pouted "but you look so cute." You mumbled running your fingers up his arm "give me a kiss first." Will pulled you onto his lap as he smirked.

His hands pinched at your waist as it made you squeal "want you doll." His fingers forced your jaw to look at him "you're so pretty." You blurted out making him smile "don't know what I'd do without you." Will sighed as he raked his fingers through your hair "still want that kiss?" You clicked your tongue making him laugh.

He nodded he licked his lips "think I should be taking pictures of you." Will mumbled as he kissed you, his eyes shut as he savored the taste of your vanilla lip oil on his tongue "now I'm getting that picture." The hockey player laughed at your determination "don't want this moment to end." You sighed seeing the date on your phone as you two only had a few more days left together before you were going home.

Will matched your look "then let's have it not end." He mumbled taking your phone as he flipped the camera taking a picture of the two of you as his lips pressed against your temple.

The memory replayed in your mind as the pictures from your time together at the lake house showed up on his feed. You weren't proud but when you got back to the hotel you were back on your phone and scrolling through his instagram account as you saw that not a single picture that you took had been deleted. Everyone in the comments gushed about how smiley Will was as nobody knew that it was you behind the camera and it was you that he was staring at. A picture in particular that you found yourself growing sick at was the first one he posted after the breakup. It was at the devs camp with San Jose and he just looked so unbelievably happy.

You wanted to curse him for that, you wanted to absolutely hate him for the way he pulled your heart from your chest and didn't look like he cared that he was no longer yours. Maybe it was the comments that those girls said earlier as it was finally getting to you, or maybe it was the fact that you noticed the thick silver chain that was on his neck. As you swore that it was the one that you had given him you began zooming into the picture, you changed the angles, you changed how zoomed in you were, and then you made the rookie mistake of actually liking the picture. As the red heart appeared you felt your own drop "fuck!" You whined kicking your legs as you shook your head.

It wasn't as though you could unlike it because the notification was still going to be sent to Will's phone and he was going to know that you had liked it. You hadn't even been given a chance to dig yourself a hole to let yourself crawl into it, Cutter had to call.

Because that's what brothers are for, right?

Your face hit your pillows as you answered "yes?" You groaned pressing it to your ear "dimple where are you?" Cutter frowned as he looked through the crowd trying to find you. Even as their family was there Cutter wanted his sister downstairs with him as he felt bad that Will and you still hadn't spoken "I will come down now." You pushed your hair out of your face as you began to rub your temple staring at the outfit that you were still in from earlier "good and if you see any of the other boys bring them with you!" Cutter's words made you laugh as you knew that it meant that the guys also weren't down yet either.

You mumbled something inchoerent as it made him laugh "just get down here in one piece okay?" He was amused as he shook his head hanging up the call "don't date another one of your brothers friends okay?" You spoke to yourself as you stared at the mirror.

It took you record time to get ready and now you were running to the elevator as you hit the ground floor button. Lousy elevator music clouded your ears all the way until you dropped two floors and were now left with the doors opening to one person you really didn't want to see "fuck." You mumbled to yourself as Will's face dropped "I'll wait for the next one." He offered going to press the close door button in your elevator but you shook your head.

Cutter was in the back of your head reminding you that you were strong enough to be civil with him "we can survive together in an elevator." You pointed out as you crossed your arms stepping to the side to give him space to stand in there with you "you played well today." You chewed at your lower lip as you stared at the ground.

Will sighed to himself as he hit the red stop button on the lift causing it to come to a halt "what the hell are you doing?" You yelled trying to pull his arm away but you were just too late "we need to talk about us." Will pointed to the gap between you both "what us are you exactly talking about?" You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

You sucked at your teeth as you shook your head "because the last time I checked you broke up with me." Your finger pushed into his chest as you felt your throat begin to tighten "just hit the dang button so I can get out of here.” You pleaded as you motioned to the buttons of the wall “fine.” Will nodded as he pressed the button “what?” His eyes went wide as the elevator didn’t start moving again.

When panic set in for him you did the same “why are we moving?” You groaned as nothing happened “I think this is broken.” He announced placing his head in his hand “yeah no shit Will.” The hockey player rolled his eyes as he saw you sit on the ground.

You grumbled something yourself as you plotted all of the ways you could have killed him whilst he notified maintenance that you were in there “look I’m sorry that I got you stuck in here but it wouldn’t have happened if you just spoke to me.” Will’s words had you ready to lean over and punch him now because maybe that could have gotten him to shut up.

It was clear he wanted a reaction “you want to talk?” You snapped “then let’s talk about how you decided to dump me when you knew I applied to BC too!” He wanted to blame the distance before “I did it so you didn’t feel like I was the reason you picked it!” Will felt his voice break as tears welled in your eyes “you had no right!” You furrowed your eyebrows as you picked at your fingers.

He watched your face contort “yet you still treat me like I don’t exist.” It seriously did fuck with Will as he had to watch you talk to everyone but him “because it makes it easier.” You blurted out as you slapped your hand over your mouth realising that you were dangerously close to a can of worms “easier to do what?” Will’s voice came out louder than he would have hoped as he sighed.

You groaned as you rubbed your hand over your face "I can't pretend anymore." You shook your head as he waited for an answer “all I’m asking for this the truth.” In all honesty he didn’t know when he’d get you like this next so for now Will wanted to air all of the dirty laundry.

So desperately you wanted the elevator to start working again in that moment so you wouldn’t have to tell him “I’m maybe still slightly sort of somewhat in love with you.” You mumbled looking everywhere that he wasn’t “you are?” Will felt a smile form on his face as the words settled in the air.

It made you nod “I don’t know why I am because you’ve moved on so you won’t even care that I’m telling you.” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you watched him smirk “this isn’t funny!” You scoffed as you leaned forward to shove his shoulder.

But Will was too fast for you as he wrapped his hand around your wrist pulling you closer to him “you think I’ve moved on?” He asked brushing your hair out of your face “like I want to be anywhere else in the world?” Will added as he watched you lick your lips “sort of why you want to dump someone usually.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared at him.

He sighed as he watched you remain quiet “I broke up with you because I thought you deserved someone better.” Will’s confession has you sitting up straight as your pupils blew “someone b-better?” You stammered as you moved away from him “you need someone who can be with you when you need them.” Will nodded as he brought his knees to his chest.

You now wanted to hit him because you were sad “you were all I needed.” Your voice was just a whisper as you sent him a frown “god I’m so sorry.” Will apologised as he shook his head “how did we fall so far?” You sighed as he reached out to cup your hand “because I wanted you to have more than I could give.” It made you smile as you shuffled so that you could sit next to him.

His words made you melt “next time you tell me if you think I want more okay?” You let out a soft laugh as the boy tensed “next time?” Will repeated your words as you nodded “I want to try again.” You mumbled staring down at his lips as though they were calling for you.

Will was quick to agree “I’d like that.” He brought his hand to your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss “fuck I’ve missed you.” The hockey player groaned as his voice had you smiling.

What felt like hours had passed by the time that the electricians came and fixed the elevator “thank god you’re okay!” Both of their families stood together as they saw their kids walk out “Will why are you wearing lipstick?” Grace smirked as Cutter stared at you “and why is yours all smudged?” Cutter added as he crossed his arms “funny story.” You trailed off as you awkwardly smiled.

You ended up telling Cutter most of it, but the big detail you left out was that you now had a boyfriend.

#amber writes fics #will smith imagines #bc college #bc imagines #hockey imagines

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rarilight · 2 months

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Officially jobless, staring into the ocean that is my fractured psyche creatively, hands calloused and scarred from trying to fix it and knowing that now i need to write because my housing depends on it so i better suck it up, buttercup

stayed up until 4am listening to songs about someone singing at a funeral and forced out the intro to a fic about the consequences of putting all your worth into what you create for others

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people pleaser

variants or less commonly people-pleaser |ˈpē-pəl-ˈplē-zər

a person who has an emotional need to please others often at the expense of his or her own needs or desires _____

Carousel Boutique had been closed for months, the lights kept on solely thanks to the money brought by old designs still being sold in other locations, far away from where their miserable creator could see them.

Once upon a time, at a party, somepony had asked Rarity who she was.

“A designer,” she’d said with a winning, lively smile. “An artiste!”

The pony smiled politely. “I asked who you are, not what you are.”

Rarity laughed, embarrassed. “Oh, goodness! Do forgive me, I’m just very proud of my talent.” And she was, which is why it came first, and only then did she say, “I’m Rarity. Pleasure to meet you.”

She loved clothes. She loved how they worked and what they said, the language they conveyed. An outfit, she always said, could say a thousand words in a single glance, which is why she made sure to weave stories into every garment she made.

It helped her be who she wanted to be. And it helped others, too. That’s what she loved the most, and in fact why she loved sharing her designs. For as long as she lived, she would never forget her very first client, when she was just starting out, unknown and inexperienced but earnest and heartfelt.

She would never, until her dying day, forget the tears sparkling in the mare’s eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, in an outfit Rarity had made, and said, “I look beautiful.” Seeing herself for the first time not as the ugly mare she tearfully told Rarity she thought she was, with uneven eyes, and scars from accidents, and a coat the color of dirt, but as the stunning mare she actually was and would always be.

It was in that moment Rarity’s identity became that of a designer. It was then she knew her purpose. Her use. The reason she existed was to use clothes as a way to share herself with others and help them see themselves as they should. Someone worthy of the world entire.

This was her use.

She was a designer.

So as she stepped into her workroom, the fabrics collecting dust and the sewing machine stashed in the corner and half-finished designs chucked into an overflowing trashcan, she felt her already hollow heart somehow crumble further, still in denial over one simple fact:

She wasn’t a designer anymore.

And if she wasn’t a designer, then she had no use to anypony.

And if she had no use to anypony, she was worthless.

And if she was worthless, she was better off dead.

“Rarity,” Twilight asked, her voice stern, and cold, and angry, and upset, and desperate. She stamped her hoof on the floor. “Please! What are you doing?! What are you saying?! Do you want to be miserable?”

Rarity, tears in her eyes, heart bleeding out, stepped back. Angry. Afraid. Upset. Hateful. Towards Twilight, and everypony, and most importantly herself.

She had a choice to make now. It is said a possibility stays nothing but a possibility unless spoken into truth, and this was that moment for Rarity.

Whatever she said next… it would set in stone who she was.

But we should start from the beginning, should we not?

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miwaqrsp · 11 months

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A hell of a ride (Ghost x AFAB!Reader)

A/N: I just read like moments ago a pregnancy fanfic abt König and now I wanna write one abt Ghost since I’m a Ghost girlie. So yea

Summary: Reader gives birth. That’s it thats the summary. Btw heavy on swearing and details so if ya don’t like that, go read the original creators post and follow ‘em <3

Warnings: heavy language, slight gore, pregnancy bs, childbirth, mentions of slight trauma

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Simon was having a nightmare. A vision, to be exact. He had a dream where you were in labor. Screaming on top of your lungs begging for the child to come out already. He had a dream where you finally after so many agonizing hours gave him your first child. His first child. The doctors said that you were too exhausted. And there might be a 70-30 ratio of your survival since you exhausted yourself too much. He dreamt of you dying at childbirth. Leaving him alone, with his newborn child in arms.

When he woke up in a pool of sweat. He quickly turned around to check your side of the bed hoping you were there. You were. Except for you were sitting up on the edge of the bed. Softly grunting. “3:47am”you said softly. “W-what” your husband questioned. “Around 3:47am I think my water broke. You still got good timing. You’re not late” you said slightly turning around and softly smiling at your husband. Simon quickly turned over to pick up his watch to loom at it. Exactly 4am. FUCK. He scooted over to you and rubbed your back slowly while looking at you with a very worrisome look on his face. You gravitated along with the movement of Simons arm on your back. Rocking from left to right slowly. Gripping the side of the bed and grunting ever so slightly with slight sheet of sweat covering your face and body.

Simon knew, it was time. He bulleted out of bed and quickly got dressed. Helping you slowly with every step. Sooner of later he would get impatient seeing how with every step you would moan in agony and tremble a bit. He picked you up carefully and hurried his way to his truck. Placing you in it like as if you were made of porcelain.

On the way to the hospital he would glance at you to check on how you��re holding up. He saw how people lost their lives, arms, legs, limbs, organs even on battlefield. He saw and went through some of the worst things imaginable and yet, this is the moment where anxiety was eating him whole. The entire time he was thinking about his dream, about you and the kid, what would happen to you and the kid. Would you survive? Would the kid? What if both lives were put to a line? He would definitely choose you to survive since he’s known you longer and loved you way more. But at this moment. These questions were eating him whole. The grunts, moans of agony, hearing how you gripped the fabric of whatever your hands could latch onto, slight screams, huffing, seeing how much you sweated and in how much agony you were was killing him. He tried to take his mind off the situation at least a bit so that you two could get safely to the hospital. It somewhat did.

When you two, technically three, got there. The nurses refused to let you in saying you came “too late” and that “there isn’t anymore space left for another patient.” Simon had enough. He threatened them to take you in, begged them, whatever, just to let you give birth to his child safely. Eventually after what seemed like forever. They did. They hooked you up to the monitors and whatnot. Gave you an epidural and set you up for giving birth. The epidural somewhat made the pain loosen up a bit. But not much. At this point you were in tears from the pain. You were sore yet relaxed, tired but adrenaline was pumping through. You felt like you were on drugs. It was all but 29 agonizing hours in this state of fucked up euphoria that you were going through. Your baby was taking its sweet precious time with this birth. Your husband ignored any request from anyone apart from you. Staying constantly by your side, massaging your back and legs when you asked for, bringing you food and water every so often, helping you with whatever. Whilst his phone was going apeshit. You see. Today Simon was supposed to spend the entire week on base. Since the team was getting ready for a months worth long mission. He could honestly give less of a fuck about 141 and that mission when his wife was giving birth to his child. Who decided a month early to come home.

The nurses and doctors came in every so often to give you a bigger dose of pain medicine since the epidural was wearing off every so often. At this point you’re already going through a lot of bullshit. The pain from your baby kicking you and from your vagina ripping itself and now you started to feel immense pain in your lower back due to how much they were filling you up with that stupid epidural dosage. At some point you asked them to stop. Since you couldn’t take it anymore. After the 30th check up on you, the docs finally decided it was time you start pushing. They hooked you up again and started the procedure. With the breathing techniques and whatnot. You were clenching onto Simons biceps and hands that were hugging you. Squeezing them hard, whenever you felt like you needed to push. The pain was agonizing. It was killing you. You were screaming like a wounded animal, crying, begging for it to come out. At some point you started cussing. You didn’t knew what you were saying anymore. All you knew was that you wanted that thing, that child, that baby. Out. Of. You. Now. Every now and then Simon would wipe the sweat and tears off of your face and take all the hair away from your face. Silently and weakly nodding to assure that you’re thanking him for his kind gesture, you tried to look around. But you noticed your vision was blurry. Slowly rising your hand silently gesturing that you need a little break. The doctors brush it off. This went on until you snapped.

“For fucks sake! You’re not the one giving birth are you doc! Let me have a moment! Please”

You plead. The doctors calmed down a bit as the nurses came to your side to help you a bit. Bringing you to sit up right, wiping sweat, and overall trying to help. While that was happening, Simon was being told that he couldn’t be in the room anymore. Which was the exact thing he feared. He refused, ordering that he needed to stay by your side at all times. The security even intervened in order to calm him down, but they were of to no match for him. While he was outside fighting, literally fighting to get to be by your side. He was forced to hear your agonizing screams, pleads for the child to be taken out of your belly. He started to cry. Hearing his wife in such agony he couldn’t help but collapse, cry and wait for the inevitable and unfortunate reality to hit him yet again. Hearing your screams made him think about his past, when he was young, a little lad. Having to see and go through hell his dad was doing to him and his family. Then thinking about the time he met you at the old base. Thinking about the time he swore with his whole heart when his old team retrieved you back from captivity that he would sacrifice anyone in order to see you live again, even himself. He thought about the time when you were walking down the aisle in your beautiful wedding gown. Finding out you two were going to become parents. And now. Thinking about how he’s going to lose you.

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About two-ish hours later. He was sitting on the bench in the waiting room outside of the operating room. Waiting. With his palms pressed together and the side knuckle of his index fingers resting on his nose and the tips of his fingers on his forehead. Cheeks still red from a couple of punches and tears from before. He was anxiously waiting for the bad news.

Eventually the doctor walks out of the room. He proceeded to stand in the middle of the door frame and signal for him to get in. Simon was shocked. The doctor didn’t have his face facing down or looked at him with a disappointing face. Simon bulleted into the room, before being stopped by the same doctor who grabbed him by his forearm “Congratulations Sir.” That’s all that the doctor said before walking completely out and closing the door behind Simon.

Simon was standing in the corner of the room where the door was just looking at you, checking just in case if you were alive. You are. With your arm extended slightly forward with a babies tiny hand grabbing onto your index finger. Simon as silently as possible got closer to both of you. Sitting by the edge of your bed where he could see the left side of your face which was leaned in the babies direction. You were glistening with sweat, hair messy and eyes tired. You were quite exhausted. No wonder why you were asleep and the doc warned him to be quite. He looked over at the babies class crib. He guessed that it was a girl since the baby was wrapped in a pink blanket. Simon slowly got up but not before kissing your forehead and moving some more hair out of your face. When he got closer he carefully picked the babe up into his calloused arms. Holding it. He chuckled softly before kissing the babe on the forehead as well. His two angels soundly sleeping after a long long night.

He slowly sat down on a couch near your bed and was still holding the babe in his arms. He started to cry. He couldn’t believe it. His two little girls alive and well. He blamed his nightmare for the source of his worries. He kissed his newborn daughter on the forehead and just cried silently.

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Simon was long gone asleep. Still holding his daughter in his arms. Both of them were sleeping. You and the nurse were looking at them with awe. She came to check up on you and bring you some food. While you were eating you talked with her a bit “How are you feeling love? I know the labor was not so great.” The nurse sat by your bed and looked at you with worry while you were eating “it was one of my worst experiences ever to be honest. Y’know its not that beautiful and dandy when your child is constantly kicking you and demanding to come out” you said slightly chuckled through your sentence while you looked over at your daughter who was sleeping in your husbands arms who was softly snoring and drooling “Hm little gremlin” you turned back to your delicious food as the nurse giggled a tad bit.

“I’m sure you will make an amazing mother” she said

“Hopefully.” You signed looking at your husband and daughter again “…I hope”

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A/N: if anyone wants me to make a part two I will <3333

I’ll definitely make a part two huehehehe

Btw here’s the original creator of the idea for this fanfic @lathalchiralium

Edit!!!

Here’s the link to that fanfic in question!! Please support the original creator! <333

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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Not me suddenly having a 4am realisation that, in the comics (spoiler) Jake borderline forced Spider to leave with his adoptive family to earth. The kid was going to be taken by his shitstain of an adoptive father and when Spider obviously didn’t WANT TO LEAVE HIS HOME PLANET TO A DYING WORLD, Jake snarled at him and not only didn’t help, but encouraged him to leave so he could be "with his own kind".

IF IT WASN’T FOR KIRI TAKING THE MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS SPIDER WOULD HAVE BEEN ACTUALLY FORCED ON A ONE-WAY CRYO TRIP TO EARTH

I take back everything nice I ever said about this guy. Jake can go fuck himself with his shitass “a son for a son” quote, I sense he’s only taking Spider in because it’s some sort of fucked up coping mechanism to deal with Neteyam’s death and he’ll most likely project him onto the boy. FUCK.

HOW, HOW THE HELL DO YOU MAKE UP FOR SUCH A MASSIVE FUCK UP???? “Teehe I’m sorry I forced you to go back to earth earlier son 🥰 I like you now”

FUCK

I swear if he doesn’t provide S tier parenting for Spider in the next instalment I will dial Quaritch personally and spill EVERYTHING. IDC at least Miles never wanted Spider gone 😐 Jake doesn’t deserve him. He did NOTHING to deserve him. NOTHINGGG, HE GOT SPIDER ON A SILVER PLATTER, it’s so tragic how loyal Spider is to him, especially in that moment on the roc k when he comes back to him after saving Quaritch, almost like some sort of obedient little pet crawling back to its owner even after he repeatedly kicked it out (WHICH SPIDER SHOULD NOT BE BTW). It’s so gross how much Jake takes him for granted.

Bye I’m gonna go bawl my eyes out now, and I’ll likely delete this later bc this post is very emotional.

#avatar spider #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar headcanons #avatar quaritch #miles quaritch #spider avatar #avatar jake #jake sully

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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Jaehyun and reader with big tits??? He has a breast obsession and literally worships her boobies... Im dying for something like that pls :')

his girls//jeong.j

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: reader w/big breasts, obsessed hubby!jaehyun, nipple sucking kink, nipple pinching, nipple twisting, mentions of fighting, public play and protectiveness.

jaehyun runs out the house when seeing you and your luggage— scratch that; your tits.

“ahh! my girls!” he squeals and picks you up, burying his face into your tits. “i— honey!” you mewl, holding onto his broad shoulders. “ah,” he sighs and sets you down. “oh, how i’ve missed you girls.” he cups your breasts and pouts.

“hello?! owner of those ‘girls’ is right here, waiting to be showered with kisses too?!” you mimic his voice when saying, girls.

“im sorry, i just missed them so much.” he cups your face and you scoff. “more than me?!” he presses his lips together and tilts his head side to side making you gasp. “i’m joking!” he presses his lips onto yours before you can even protest.

“i missed you both, equally.” you roll your eyes. “yeah, okay. now, bring my bag in.” you walk past him and he doesn’t say a thing, grabbing your bag in one go and running after you.

you walk out the bathroom next to the upstairs and you sigh.

you walk towards where the couch was aiming and you stand in front of him. running your hands down your curves and crossing your legs.

he looks up and smirks. “so?” you ask, fiddling with the fabric.

your dress was a basic dress. dark red with sparkles on it and it was thigh length. the sleeves were lace and poofy and the tape on your thighs held the dress in place.

“fuck, i could rip that off you, right now.” your cheeks start to burn. “that’s.. a compliment i wasn’t expecting. but, thank you.” you giggle and he sits up, pulling at your waist and hissing at the sight of your tits hanging above his eyes.

“since you’re going out like this,” he moves you back a bit before standing up. “let me go get my rings.” he goes to shift you to the side so he could walk past you but you stop him. “wait— rings? why?” he grins while staring down at you. “so, when we go out, whoever tries to hit on you or tries to touch you, they’re gonna get,” he clicks his tongue while throwing his fists around and a smile grows on your lips.

“sure, they can stare and compliment because i agree with them, you’re so sexy in that outfit. like, look at how pretty my girls look.” he frowns and cups your breasts making you slap his hand.

“stop touching your ‘girls’.” you mimic his voice again and he pouts a little. “fine, but when we get home. i get to touch them whenever i want.” you sigh, nodding. “yes!” the man cheers and jabs the air. “i am so done with you.” you grab your bag.

KKKSSSSHHHHHHRRRR!!

you groan when feeling something lick your nipples, it felt.. wet?

wait, nipples? wet?

you lift your head off the pillow to see your husband licking.. whipped cream off your nipples. “babe?” he hums, too busy to talk. “what are you doing and why is there whipped cream on my nipples? and, what time is it?”

he sucks on your nipple and pulls away, tugging at the bud. “ahh, you fucker!” you hiss, pushing his head away. “sorry,” he apologizes and licks his fingers and the rims of his lips. “it’s currently 2:37, right now. and, i was bored while waiting for you so, i ran to the store and got some whipped cream so i can eat it off your boobies.”

the man was straddling you with a goofy grin— and, with some whipped cream on his cheeks and chin. he had a big can of whipped cream in his hand as he explained.

“wait.. 2:37 in the morning or… afternoon?” you felt dizzy and like a hot mess. “afternoon, baby. you’ve been asleep since 4AM last night.” you groan at the heavy weight dragging your head down.

“i’ve got the worst hangover, ever!” you whine and jaehyun reaches over making the bed creak. “that’s why,” he removes your hands from your eyes and helps you up. “i got you some tylenol and a glass of water.” you roll your eyes, snatching the pills from him and the glass of water.

you shove the half empty glass back into his hand before falling back down. “i need to sleep, again.” you toss an arm over your forehead with a soft whimper.

“well,” jaehyun nervously chews on the inside of his cheek. “can i still eat the whipped cream off your boobies?”

“as long as you don’t bite, then yes.” jaehyun silently cheers and swirls another swirl onto your nipples.

“everyone,” renjun calls with mark on the side, face buried in his neck. “gather around! i want to get a picture of this unforgettable night.” everyone begins to gather around where renjun and mark stood.

“baby,” you turn and jaehyun pulls you in front of him. “hi, pretty.” he whispers while everyone gathers in front of the two of you. “hi— put your hands here.” you place his hands on your waist but he whines a bit before moving his hand to your breasts.

the way the camera was pointed clearly showed jaehyuns hands on your breasts. “hon, the camera is gonna take a picture soon so, you cannot have your hands directly on my breasts.” it takes jaehyun a few seconds before he slips his hands under your sweatshirt and under your bra.

your eyes slightly widen and renjun looks up from his—jaemins camera. “babe,” you say through your clenched jaw. “what? you said it couldn’t be directly on your boobs so, i’m thinking smarter.” he was right and you hated that he was so damn smart.

“the camera is gonna go off in five seconds so pose and smile!” renjun says, grabbing marks wrist and running with him towards the empty front area.

you could hear jaehyun going, eeee, behind you which made you laugh. it was adorable. he is adorable, especially when drunk.

CLICK! FLASH!

it all goes off at once.

“it’s gonna go off, again! different poses, everyone!” renjun shouts.

you go to move in a different pose but jaehyun stops you and keeps you in place. the second chime goes off, warning us that there’s only two seconds before—!

CLICK! FLASH!

it goes off and you yelp. you quickly turn and push jaehyun who bumped into johnny while laughing. “i’m gonna—?”

“last one, guys! let’s all do peace signs!” renjun says and everyone follows, besides you. you were busy fixing your bra before throwing up a peace sign.

CLICK! FLASH!

you turn around and throw a angry look at jaehyun who only laughs. “i’m sorry,” he goes to hug you but you huff and walk away to where the other girls were walking to.

“girl, whys jaehyun coming over here?” emma asks and you huff, again. “he nurpled me when we were taking pictures and he’s trying to apologize.”

jaehyun squats down in front of you. “i’m sorry for pinching your boobies, i didn’t mean to but.. i wanted to.” he shrugs and the girls around you laugh.

“fine, you’re.. forgiven.” he stands up and gives you a kiss. “i love you.” he whispers before walking away.

“never marry a man who is borderline obsessed with huge tits because he will never leave you alone— and by me, i mean your tits.” they laugh as you cup your chest.

you run to the door when hearing it swing open. “welcome—!” the door slams shut and a groan is heard from your husband. “i’ve had the worst day, ever!” jaehyun had a pout on his face while he kicked off his shoe and threw his briefcase.

“oh, baby.” you coo with open arms. “come on, let’s go talk about it.” he walks into your open arms and jumps. “oh, shit!” you grunt and catch his thighs as he wraps his legs around your waist.

your legs wobble as you carry him upstairs and into the bedroom. “oh.. my.. god.” you heave, climbing off him and plopping next to him. “oh!“ you groan as he climbs on top of you and whines.

he sits up and pulls off your shirt, letting your breasts spill freely. “babe?!” you squeal and he drops dead back onto you. his face in your breasts and his hands squeezing them to cover the sides of his ears.

“our sales stocks today sucked, they sent in the wrong product and we had to send it back but they made us take so long and they made us sign so many forms!” jaehyun rants into the valley of your breasts.

“okay, okay. i said for us to talk, not you and my boobs?!” he lifts his head slightly and glares at you. “i’m busy having a conversation right now so, if you could just wait a moment.” he drops his head back down and continues his conversation.

“and, then becky decided that she wanted to buy everyone coffee but once it came, her card was declined!” he wails into your chest. “i know, right! like, why would you order so much coffee only to not have enough. and, i had to pay for it because im an amazing boss. but, i guess it’s fine.”

jaehyun looks up when hearing soft snores. you’re asleep.

“as i was saying,” he rolls his eyes and continues.

he had a lot to get off his chest.. to.. your chest?

#anon #ash talks #nctsplug02 #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #nct smut #kpop fluff #nct imagines #kpop smut #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #slvttyhyuns

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lunaviee · 1 year

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isagi yoichi is the kind of dude to love holding you

he loves admiring you as he holds your face

he loves rubbing his fingers on the back of your hand

he loves tracing shapes on your skin as you cuddle

he loves you

guys i think i’m dying i went to sleep at 4am last night and i’m about to pass out in my classes rn send help

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi x you #✩ vie writes

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Through Dying Stars - Genesis

Alien!BountyHunter!Jimin x DeliveryGirl!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Alien AU, BountyHunter AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Nonsexual NSFW/18+, Angsty, Slow Burn.

Warnings: MC gets roughed up a little but nothing too bad/descriptive. Jimin isn’t a nice guy, neither are Bangtan. Use of weapons (guns). Many of the characters are morally gray in this story. Please be warned!

Summary: It takes everything in you not to curse your crew mates to hell as the annoyingly large man smashes you into the wall. You can only begin to guess what you did to get Bangtan on your ass. Fuck.

Notes: SO. A new series is born and I’m very excited about it. I hope you all like it. I’ll be doing a taglist for it I think; all I ask is that you have your age indicated somewhere on your blog. I listened to Rosemary by Deftones while writing this chapter ⭐️

This Part I of the Through Dying Stars series. Find the Masterlist here ⭐️

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“What the fuck?!”

You’re awoken with a start, body violently tossed out of the plushness of your bed like a sack of potatoes. It takes a minute to grasp the situation, brain still clutching onto sleep like a lifeline after the night you’ve had. It doesn’t matter now though; you’re on the floor and definitely pissed off even if you can barely function. You thought that it had been agreed on that Tae would never man the ship again but apparently people want to play games.

Blinking slowly, the events slowly come back to you, a frown etching itself onto your face. You’re not sure what it’s been lately but Namjoons been taking on some more high profile jobs for Stellar Delivery Co. and it’s been taking its toll. Your body feels heavy, your mind scrambled as you roll to get up. Another day, another delivery you guess.

Standing up from the cold ground, you halt as the ship shakes again and the lights flicker in and out sporadically. Squinting your eyes, you grab for your bedside table, quickly pulling the communicator close to your lips. Something clearly isn’t right here, and as much as you’d rather be sleeping, you have to make sure it’s being taken care of lest you all die in a terrible explosion or something. That would be tragic and a little lame.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Speaking into the communicator gets you absolutely nothing in response, meaning that the ships in autopilot right now most likely. Had the others really managed to sleep through that jolt…? There’s no way. Changing the signal, you decide to call for Joon first since he’ll likely have the most answers.

“Joon…? Joon, come in.” Again, there’s no response, but that doesn’t necessarily worry you. Perhaps he’s actually decided to rest, it’s been days since he last slept if you’re remembering correctly. The man sleeps like a log, you had mistaken him for dead the first time you experienced it which is still traumatic to think about. Grumbling a bit, you try for Tae since Yoongi is likely actually dead to the world if it really is that late.

“Tae…? What the hell is happening right now…” Deciding it’s in your best interest to just go check after more radio silence. You pull on your cargo jacket over the little clothes you’ve worn to bed along with your communicator, feeling intensely wary was the lights continue to struggle to stay on.

Walking over to your door and peeking out of your room, a quick look down the hallway gives no indication of what’s happened. There’s not a soul in sight, your three other crew members apparently absent from the bunk area. Glancing down at your wrist as you rub away the remainder of sleep in your eyes, you note that it’s nearly 4am which makes the terrible feeling in your stomach grow worse. You knew it was late but not that damn late…

Stepping out, you hiss quietly as your bare feet are met with the cool ground of the ship. These assholes are really going to owe you after this; you had mentioned getting carpets but no. Maybe with some whining and pouts Joon will take you back to Ecalaxar for a shopping spree if you save everyone from a terrible fate. The thought makes you smile just barely, and with that, you start down the hall toward the cockpit.

Sadly, you don’t manage to get more than three steps down the corridor before you hear him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The man’s accented voice is unfamiliar and much too excited. Much too fucking giddy to be normal, and it’s the final red flag the goes off in your head to piece everything together.

Someone’s broken into the damn ship.

Someone got past all the security. Someone got past all three of your crew members. And now, that someone is coming to get you as well.

Thanking the stars that you chose not to wear any shoes, you slip down the hallway away from the voice, your feet barely making a sound as you do. The ship has multiple small closets scattered about for storage, and even if they’re not meant for it they’ll make a wonderful hiding spot. You could fight, sure, but you don’t have your blaster and who knows what this man can do. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll also give you time to figure out a plan.

Sliding your hand against the walls as you walk, you try not to panic as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the bunk area. It takes everything in you not to gasp in relief as you arrive at the closet, turning the handle as slowly as possible. Just as you slip in, the voice calls out again.

“I know you’re around here somewhere, little girl. If you come out, I won’t hurt you too bad. If you keep hiding, well…” It’s gross how it’s strangely soft, almost teasing in nature, but the sinister tone doesn’t escape you. The closet is pitch black, a mind is cute amount of light coming through the cracks from the hallway.

Had the others got away? Had they been captured? Are they alright? Too many questions race through your mind as you hold your breath, the footsteps outside of the door echoing like space storm. You hear doors open and close, the man checking each of your rooms to see if anyone’s around. Maybe being thrown out of your bed was a blessing in disguise.

Blessings don’t last forever though. They never do. No, not for you.

“_____, you need to fucking hide right this very instant, fucking Bangtan of all people are-“ The panicked voice of Yoongi cracks through your communicator and then abruptly cuts off. Bangtan…? Fuck. Fuck. The footsteps have stopped and everything is silent before you burst out of the closet in a sad attempt to save yourself. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, an apparent member of fucking Bangtan, as you sprint out. He’s tall and dressed in black, body covered head to toe in it, gun held easily at his side. A fucking nightmare walking.

“AH, there you are!” The footsteps are thunderous again, loud as he chases you down, your thoughts much too scattered to come up with a solid escape plan. A scream bubbles in your throat just as you try to round the corner at the end of the hall which quickly turns into a choked sound as he slams his body into yours, effectively smooshing you between the wall and himself. You swear you hear something crack and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was one or six of your ribs.

Struggling against him as his hand wraps tightly around your wrists, you whine as he draws in closer, your cheek smashed into the wall. Trying to kick back is futile, his own legs locking your into place as you buck back against him which makes him fucking laugh. It’s only when you feel the cold tip of his gun caress your temple that you finally stop struggling. You’ve been bested. Fuck.

“Caught you.”

#through dying stars #jimin x you #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin angst #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts angst #bts alien au

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