#bc... i just wrote a bunch of my own notes here and i want to save them shdhsjjsjsjsjs

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𖥔

summary ; you make coriolanus feel like he's losing control.

pairing ; peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader

notes ; nothing just a whole bunch of fluff honestly. and i'm not even going to lie... i loved writing this one. i don't think i've written anything as fast as i wrote this bc it truly just flew out of me. this man really has me acting up and i am so here for it.

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coriolanus snow was never one to let himself be vulnerable in the eyes of another, and for as long as you had known him there was one thing you were always certain of, he had to be in control. he depended on it. craved it. the thought alone, of everything slipping from his grasp and not going to plan, made his head swirl and his skin crawl. 

so when he met you, he began to question himself. question everything he had been working for, everything he had been fighting for, as you slowly wiggled your way into his heart. he was taken by you, and that scared him. 

you were a breath of fresh air in his carefully curated world, a burst of colour amidst the struggles of his life. your spontaneity and liveliness enchanted him, capturing his attention and leaving him craving more. he had never felt this way about anything before. 

as you sat there in the beauty of the meadow, a gentle breeze brushed against your skin, carrying the scent of the wildflowers. the sunlight streamed through the canopy of leaves above, painting a warm hue across everything it touched. the tranquillity of it all enveloped you, filling your heart with a sense of contentment.

you and coriolanus were close together on an old picnic blanket you had found, not needing any words to communicate as you took in the peacefulness. his presence alone was enough to make you feel safe and at ease.

you watch on as his fingers trail through the grass, stopping when he comes across a dandelion, and plucks it from its root, “it certainly doesn’t compare to the roses grandma’am grows.”

“some people think of them as weeds, but not me. i think they’re beautiful all the same,” you add, bringing a smile to each of your faces, and take the flower from his hands. “in some ways, i feel just like them; a weed in a world where i should be seen as more.”

coriolanus observes you as you take a closer look at the small flower, appreciating its simple beauty. the yellow, though not as vibrant as a rose, held its own charm. you don’t hold it for long before he takes it back, twirling it with his thumb and forefinger. 

he stares at the flower for a moment before reaching to brush the stem behind your ear, his fingers then lingering as he trails them along the line of your jaw, sending a surge of emotions down your spine. you smile at him, it’s all you could do. if you spoke you weren’t sure what jumbled mess was sure to spew out. 

you bring your hand up to meet his, intertwining your fingers as you lean into his touch. his eyes bore into you, taking you in, appreciating your features under the sunlight. 

“look what you’ve done to me,” he whispers, as if it were some unspoken secret. which, in your case, it was. 

intrigued by his statement, you perk up, “and what exactly is it that i’ve done to you, coriolanus snow?” 

you watch him intently as he opens his mouth to speak, a thought lingering in his mind before he stops and lets his head fall between his shoulders instead. his silence is heavy, lingering in the air between you. you can almost feel the weight of the unspoken words pressing against your skin. 

you reach out tentatively, your hand hovering just inches from his, wanting desperately to bridge the distance but afraid of intruding. the two of you have always shared a deep connection, but something feels different today. something is weighing him down, and you yearn to understand. 

as he continues to fiddle absentmindedly with a blade of grass, you can see that his mind is working overtime. thoughts and feelings swirl like a whirlwind, causing his brow to furrow and his grip on the grass to tighten. 

eventually, he looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty. two things coriolanus liked to keep to himself. 

it’s then that you decide to break the silence. “what’s wrong, my love?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone, you know.”

he looks at you, gratitude mingling with a wisp of fear in his eyes. whatever it was bothering him, you could see that it was taking its toll, and you simply wanted to take him in your arms and kiss it all away, but you knew that that wouldn’t help. 

“i don’t know what i’m doing anymore,” he finally answers. “i feel like i’m losing track of who i am and what i want, what i’ve always wanted, the longer i’m out here.”

“things can change, coriolanus, and you don’t always have to live up to others' expectations of you. especially, your own. so long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” his gaze falls from yours once again, but you refuse to let him suffer in silence anymore. so you reach for him, gathering his face between your fingers and pull him back towards you. “is it really such a bad thing? you get to be here with me.”

“that’s exactly the problem,” he admits, and your breath hitches momentarily as you wait for him to elaborate. “you make me feel like i’m losing control.”

for so long coriolanus had been bound by societal expectations and concerned with maintaining a pristine reputation. he had become so accustomed to a life ruled by rigid schedules and strict rules, never allowing himself to deviate from the norm. 

but with you, everything changed. 

you were afraid to ask, but you knew you had to, for your own piece of mind. “is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

he reaches to touch your face this time, your hands falling from his, and he pulls you closer towards him until your faces were merely a couple inches apart. “i have never felt so free, and yet, so scared in my life.”

“is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” you ask the question a second time, this time with more hesitancy as your voice shakes slightly. 

“it’s the best thing.” tears well up in your eyes as his words sink in. you never imagined that you could have such a profound impact on someone’s life, let alone someone as lost and conflicted as he was. “you’re my wildflower, and while i might not have been looking for you, i certainly found you where i least expected it.”

he smiles, his hands caressing your cheeks, as your heart thrums loudly in your chest, overjoyed and so full of love. leaning forward, you close the space between you, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, so full of passion that it almost envelopes you completely. 

you had brought coriolanus a sense of newfound freedom, showing him the beauty of embracing life’s uncertainties and every unpredictable moment. your spirit was infectious, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to your untamed soul. 

as he fell deeper in love with you, he realised that his heart yearned for the wildness and unpredictability you offered. he saw the vibrant world through your eyes, letting go of his inhibitions and stepping out of his comfort zone. 

you became his wildflower, a symbol of untamed beauty and unapologetic love. 

as you hold each other close, only pulling away to catch your breath, but not daring to pull away too far, coriolanus runs his thumb across your bottom lip. then, with his voice filled with tenderness and newfound appreciation, he whispers, “my wildflower.”

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[cosmal]

you said hurt/comfort? maybe reader always gave to much of themselves in relationships (like they buy a lot of gifts, they’re the first one asking to hang out, stuff like that) and never had as much effort in return (w their ex partner for example idk) and when james (who’s love languages i hc are all) gives as much effort as reader does, and like buys them gift without reason, reader is just crying bc omg someone cares about me

this was really about me lmao i need comfort and very long sorry

pasta

summary no one has ever cooked you dinner before. james fixes that for you.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this req is literally from nov but i wrote it like two months agar and never posted im so sorry. also combined with this! request.

James bursts through your door with a mouthful of apologies already on his tongue.

"Sorry, I tried to knock but my hands were full!" he says breathlessly, holding a ridiculous amount of bags in his hands, mumbling sorry's for scaring you.

You stand at the bottom of your hallway with a hand held to your chest. "You okay? Do you need a hand?"

"Don't move a muscle," he says firmly when he reaches the kitchen bench, heaving his groceries up onto the marble with a groan. You move your hand to your lips to stifle a laugh.

"I don't want to be rude," you move to stand next to him at your kitchen island, "but what are you doing here?" You say it with a softness. He usually calls or messages you before he shows up at your flat.

"We made plans, remember," he says smiling. He kisses you on the side of your head before composing himself, starting to unpack the bags.

"I went to Morrison's and bought a bunch of stuff. Thought I'd cook you dinner." You did make plans, they were your idea. You didn’t expect him to do anything for you, you expected to maybe take him to the park for lunch or something.

"Oh," you say lightly.

You watch as he unpacks. Cloves of garlic, parsley, thickened cream, fettuccine, eggs, and pancetta. It looks like all the helpings for a carbonara. There's a Sara Lee chocolate bavarian sat to the side with frosted ice all over the cardboard that you assume is dessert. You've only been together for a few months and you're yet to have a homecooked meal together.

You're sure you've never had anyone cook you dinner before. Not without a reason or a special occasion. You worry suddenly that you've forgotten an important date.

You hum and smile along as James buzzes around the kitchen with enough energy to power a small country. You fret that you're tamping down his good mood but you're trying to remember your anniversary. And the first time you kissed. The first time you met. For a second you think you've forgotten your birthday.

He says something to you and you crack an uneven smile.

"Sweetheart?" he says again. He stops where he's got the side of his knife pressed into a head of garlic.

You blink. "Sorry, what did you say?'' You try to hide your emotion. Your voice is scratched with dread and you bite down into your lip to stay calm.

"I asked you how your day was," he repeats, setting the knife on his chopping board. He's grated half a block of cheese while you've been stuck in your head. You hope you haven't embarrassed yourself.

"Have I missed something?" you ask, voice drenched in worry. You hide your hands under the kitchen bench where you pick at your nails.

"Hmm?" he hums, eyebrows pinched together.

"You're cooking me dinner," you say, James's confusion worsens, "Is there a special reason?"

"Not really," he shrugs all blasé. This makes it worse. You don't understand.

"Then why..."

"Did you already have plans?" James worries, smile faltering. His confusion warps into something like embarrassment. "Sorry, honey, I didn't even ask."

"No, Jamie, it's not that!" you backtrack, feeling more awful than before. You just feel out of your own depth. "I've just never..."

He moves around the bench to stop where you're sitting on one of your bar stools. Your knees press into his thighs he's so close. "What's the matter?"

You grab his hands before you pick your nails raw. You think about hiding your embarrassment in his chest but decide against it. If you get too close to him you might forget bout the entire reason you're upset. You'd rather it that way but you're sure he wouldn't.

"I've never had someone cook for me," you admit quietly. You warm with a prickling heat and squirm in your rickety bar stool.

"Oh," he says, all sullen. "Well, that won't do."

You look up at him and worry you look pathetic. He cracks a smile and you're sure it's on your behalf. "What?"

"No one ever has cooked for you?" he asks. He's not rubbing in, he sounds shocked

"No," you say. You sound stupid, you're sure you look it too. You want to crawl up into a ball.

"Y/N, I know you've had boyfriends before." He knows about your past relationships and how they weren't the best. But surely they'd at least made you dinner. James overestimates them sorely.

"They never did any of this stuff for me," you sniffle. The first tear is a shock and then James is looking at you all upset and confused and the next one isn't as startling.

He wraps his arms around your back and holds you close to his chest quicker than you can reach to wipe your face. He presses slow and hot kisses into the top of your head and your tears worsen. They're sticky and thick, his cotton shirt catches the brunt of your embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you mumble with the side of your face smooshed into his firm chest. It's too grounding and your tears don't slow like you wish they would.

"Hey, don't be," he says, smoothing a hand down your trembling back, "You deserve things."

You don't say anything, rubbing your cheek against his shirt. He tuts. "You deserve a relationship with effort, Y/N."

You hiccup. "I've never had someone care about me like you do."

James holds you so close you worry you're hurting him. He turns his head until his cheek is pressed into your hair and takes a breath. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you say and try not to disturb where he's resting on top of you. You like it more than you should. "It's okay."

"It's not."

"It is," you sniffle and pull yourself from his hold. He lets you go though with a hesitance. "It is because now I've got you."

James finally cracks a smile. "Right," he sniffles to compose himself, "right and I'm about to make you the best carbonara of you life."

"I'm excited." You wipe the remnants of your upset from your cheeks and smile wetly.

"Good."

James sets to work. Buzzing around the kitchen after he'd plugged his phone into your sound system. Shuffling the playlist he made a week into your relationship. He sings his heart out, stirring whatever it is he's got going on in the pan.

You sit at the edge of the bench with the biggest smile on your face when he starts to serenade you. Wooden spoon held to his mouth, he sings an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You laugh so hard you think you might be too sick to eat the pasta.

Later on that night when you're too full to move, James slides a box across the table and says, "I also got you this." With the prettiest grin you've ever seen.

You're overwhelmed with love for you to be upset. Your boyfriend is lovely and you think you might be the luckiest girlfriend on the planet.

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[iloveyouinred]

ok hello :D Annon from earlier but heres a something that has been absolutely rotting my brain out, never done a req b4 so sry if this is bad Like imagine a yandere genshin man (of ur choice) fucking the reader and practically sobbing (bc they so happy to be able to do it with s/o/reader) and stopping a bunch of times mid sex just to ask ther if they love him and edging the reader and themself just bc they want to hear them say it and like the reader is getting hella annoyed but the guy isnt even edging them completely on purpose or anything. (And like they aint going easy either its rough but they are just smooth talking). Praise and stuff idk i could see this with like Venti, Thoma, Kaveh and maybe Cyno Idk what to say about what i just wrote -///-

thank you for listening to my brain rot

𓇬♡ | Note: Hi anon, your headcanon is very 🔥🔥🔥 lovely! I can imagine how much they love the reader to be asking that like times. It will be either obsession or the sweet insecure boy type. *Sigh* We love desperate boys. Anyway i don't know if i potray your idea correctly(it come out softer than i imagine), but here it is. Please enjoy! :D

Yandere!Genshin Male x Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, implying obsessive behavior, drugging, noncon, etc.

𓇬♡ | Word Count: 746 word

You desperately need to cum. He has been edging you with his fingers for some time now. When he stops moving once again, saying 'I love you' while locking his eyes with yours, waiting for you to say the same. Tears rolled down your cheek by how needy your body has become. Your hip tries to move on its own to chase the pleasure. Yet his grip on your hip only tightens. It will surely leave some mark tomorrow. He pulls his fingers out, earning a desperate cry from you. His hand goes to the side of your face, wiping your tears stained cheek. "Say it back, love. Say it for me, okay?" He whispers in a sweet tone that will deceive even the devil. As if he is your lover and not a stranger that suddenly got you splayed across the nearest flat surface he can find. You know him, he has quite a reputation in your country. But you guys never really talk or have any contact with one another. Of course you were just an ordinary person. So it was strange when he approached you and started a small conversation with you. One topic leading to another, he was truly a great chat buddy. It reaches the point where he lures you into a secluded place. You were promised a place with a great view. He didn't lie, there was even a small cottage to rest there. He just didn't mention the part where he fuck you, shamelessly demanding the same word to fell off your lips. Oh, but he did slip something in your drink first, in case you disagree with his ideals. Which probably played a major role in the heat that burned you like a bitch.

Love? If those words can get him to move his fucking finger- or even better, put his cock in you to help you get off this heat-, you will say it a hundred times.

"I love you- so please-" You sound desperate enough for him to pity you. Kissing your lips softly as he pulls out his painfully hard length before humping it on your folds. You let out a muffled moan at his tease. Tears welling up your eyes at the sensation. He slowly drags it along your walls while entering you. Leaving you choked at how his veiny cock rubbing your inside.

"Please.." You squirm as you feel his length twitch inside you, hearing your voice tremble under him. He partially sobs at how good you feel around his length. It's like his hips moving on its own, meeting the back of your thigh with a laud slap each time he moves. He watched your eyes roll back as his tears dripped on your face. Overwhelm by how his cock continuously rammed into you, hitting spots you never knew were there.

He breathed out a moan, "Pretty-"

"-My pretty girl." He is singing praises, while kissing your whole face. Slowly move down to suck your neck.

"Mm- love you-" You let out a breathless gasp as he shove his cock into you deeper and faster. Your body arch back, toes curling at the sudden hit of pleasure. Finally reaching your well deserved release. He gives you a sloppy kiss, mumbling 'I love you more.' on your lips as he spilled his cum inside you. He keeps his twitching cock inside your hole for a moment before pulling out, watching as his liquid drips out of you. You are still gasping from the mind numbing orgasm, to high to realise his content smile as he watch your fuck out expression. Holding you in his hand as he bites down your shoulder blade, sucking and licking along the line. You squirm from the ticklish sensation but his hold on your waist was quite firm. His fingers sliding between your folds to rub your clit. Just a little more. He wants to hear your pretty voice just a little more, moaning his name and inclining some incoherent words. He lets you close your thigh around his hand, trembling as you easily reach your next orgasm. He silenced your moan with a kiss. Hoping to crave how your lips taste in his memory.

The next 'I love you.' come in the form of the softest whisper you ever heard. It almost misses your hearing if he is not right by your side. Holding you in his embrace. You slowly drowse off against him, surrounded by his warmth.

Ft. Venti, Thoma, Kazuha, Kaveh, Cyno

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[mrvlbimbo]

AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK

this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man

okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

fin

(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)

oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.

content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy

Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.

In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.

“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.

“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.

“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”

"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.

"Hm?” She hummed.

“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.

She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“

“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.

“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.

“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"

She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.

“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.

“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.

He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”

“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.

“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.

“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.

“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.

“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.

"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.

"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.

She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.

“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.

“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.

He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.

He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.

"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.

"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.

"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.

"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.

"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.

She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.

"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.

She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.

Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.

Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.

It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.

"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.

"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.

"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.

"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.

"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.

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[outro-jo]

masterpiece (18+)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x amab reader

type: smut (minors and ageless blogs dni)

warnings: established relationship (hookup but not rly dating), kinda non-idol au, the reader’s gender is never explicitly mentioned just that they have a dick, hyunjin is called nicknames like pretty boy, sort of sub/dom dynamics, hyunjin is a brat (wbk), masterbation, mlm, anal, hand job, descriptions of readers cock and body, they come on a canvas idfk, implied second round

notes: wrote this for my friend’s birthday and thought i’d post it bc there are so few mlm and wlw kpop fics on here. when requests open up, please don’t request smut. i’m still not super keen on posting it 😅 but i hope y’all enjoy 🤍

please read info before requesting!

masterlist | info

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hyunjin was thrilled about his new apartment. he loved after so many years of living in a dorm with a bunch of other guys to have a place he could finally call his own. finally he was able to decorate the way he wanted and fill the fridge with something other than plain, unseasoned chicken breasts. he could put flowers on his dining room table for the sun to cascade early morning light on. he could hang up art form other artist that inspire him and have furniture other than a couch left on the street and a weight lifting chair. most of all, he was thankful for a comforting place he could call home.

he had invited said other guys and some friends to a house warming party because he was just so excited to show the place off. you were surprised to get an invite but in all fairness, you would be getting invites to his place more often.

the two of you met at his usual cafe, when he was getting this third americano of the day and it unfortunately ended up on your shirt. what was less unfortunate was you choosing to wear a white shirt that day and the dark coffee soaked through, showing your toned torso. you were thankful you started seeing that new hot personal trainer at your gym once you saw the glint in hyunjin’s eyes and smirk he was unsuccessful in hiding as he took the flimsy napkins to your shirt. when he gave you his number, he intended to take you out as an apology but the both of you ended up liking staying in a lot better and it became bit of an occurrence to meet up at your place since he had roommates.

now you were getting a look at his place. you showed up only slightly late, (you couldn’t seem too eager) the door was open displaying the party going on inside. everyone was standing around talking with glasses full of red wine. hyunjin was mid-conversation with felix when he noticed you and rushed over.

“hey, you came!” he kissed you on the cheek.

“that’s what i said last week.” you mumbled in his hear, earning a playful smirk.

“cheeky… come on in!”

your gaze trailed the expanse of the apartment’s main living area, trying not to think about how good he looked. unbeknownst to you, hyunjin was doing the very thing you were avoiding, taking every inch of you in, sipping on his wine to seem less obvious to everyone else in the room that he was eye-fucking you. his interior design skills should be praised, finding the right balance of comfort and beauty, much like the man himself. neutral colored furniture appropriately accented the pops of color that came from the art on the walls and shelves. he had an artists eye, that much was obvious.

tonight there was something different. maybe it was something in the air or the way he dressed or something about the ease of which he carried himself in his own place, but even as the two of you parted, each respectively mingling with the other guests, you couldn’t help your gaze from landing on him. he looked damn good. half of his hair was loosely tied up on his head and a dark green linen button down was loosely tucked into a pair of slacks. a few of the buttons had been undone to show the tank top clinging to his body. thinly framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, raising slightly when he inevitably scrunched his nose in laughter. even when he was being cute hyunjin was driving you absolutely wild.

as the night progressed, you noticed the tightness in your pants having to tuck you dick up in your waistband when you excused yourself to the bathroom at one point. but it was no use and while you didn’t plan on anything happening that night and you had not received any indication of hyunjin hoping to hook up that night, you couldn’t help yourself. some of the invited guests slowly started to filter out and the host was ushering them out when you snuck off to a side room. you chose to leave the lights off, not bothering with them as you stumbled in the darkness, ripping off your belt and tugging you pants and boxers down your thighs just enough to pull your painfully hard dick out.

you slowly began to tease yourself, thinking of the way hyunjin had done it before, tracing the pronounced veins similar to the way his tongue had. he had looked so good on his knees for you, eyes wide and round to plead innocence while hardly performing an innocent task. a hard shudder ran down your back as you collected the wetness that had leaked from your tip to spread it across your girth—something you remember hyunjin commenting on when you first met up.

“i’ve never been with someone as thick as you before.” he breathed out in anticipation, his cheeks burning at the confession.

what he himself lacked in thickness was well made up for in length. you two were the perfect pair, completing what the other lacked. you thought about his long, pretty, pink dick as you stroked your own. wet, sloppy noises filled the room and you couldn’t help but moan softly. as good as your hand felt, you knew he felt so much better, thinking of when he had you in his mouth and once stretching out that cute little asshole. the way it gaped open from your size—

“ah, fuck… hyunjin, fuck!”

your ministrations didn’t come out as quiet as you hoped but thankfully it was sounding more quiet beyond the four walls of the dark room. stumbling back, lost in your pleasure, your hand instinctively landed on the table behind you and suddenly felt a little wet. if you had more of your wits about you, you might have notice the faint smell of paint that filled the air but you were too far gone in your bliss.

just a bit more. you were so close. the tightness in your stomach was building as the muscles contracted beneath you. your groans were coming out more strangled now as you felt yourself starting to tip over the edge. suddenly as you began your descent, the door opened and the light was flicked on. hyunjin propped himself up on the doorframe with an amused smile playing at his plush lips.

“i see you found my art studio.”

the newly lit room allowed for you to finally see where exactly you had stumbled into. different mediums, pallets, and tools scattered across the tables and a large canvas stood on an easel in front of you, dripping with… not paint. the wet you had felt before when you gripped on the table was a lovely shade of blue as you looked down at your hand to inspect it. your cheeks burned a nice crimson to compliment the color nicely.

hyunjin pushed off the doorjamb and stalked towards you, “if you wanted to paint all you had to do was ask, baby.” his tone was light and playful with a slight edge of condescension.

he leaned forward with both hands grabbing your jaw to inhale you into a rough kiss. without thinking, your blue stained hand reached up to grasp at the back of his neck. the force of hyunjin’s body against yours sent you back into the table but this time your opposite hand landed to support you and picked up a bit of green paint. without breaking the kiss, hyunjin removed his glasses and tossed them on the table behind you before pulling off his button down (not bothering to undo the buttons individually). your paint stained hand found purchase on his waist, turning the white tank he had tucked into his pants blue and green respectively. he moaned wistfully against you as he deepened the kiss, with his tongue searching for yours in your mouth. he tasted of the red wine he was sipping on earlier and smelled of his usual cologne that had you weak in the knees. his hand tucked in between your bodies, blindly reaching for your cock that began to quickly harden again at his touch.

hyunjin chuckled, breaking the kiss slightly with a smirk, “getting hard again, baby? i thought you just came.”

“thinking about fucking that tight little ass of yours again,” you told him, sliding your hand down to grab it with a light squeeze to make him jolt in your touch.

“well,” kiss, “what are you waiting for?”

god, this fucking brat. you groaned internally and externally before spinning hyunjin around. your hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as you reached around in front of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor. your wet cock teased his ass crack making his head fall back in your shoulder as he moaned. he was so fucking pretty. spit pooled in your mouth before you filled your hand and spread it between his cheeks, two fingers plunged into his right hole. hyunjin whimpered and rutted his bum into you, the ample mound of his cheek rubbing against your hard on.

“fuck,” you hissed.

“please, baby… i need you inside me.” hyunjin whined as you stretched him out.

you hummed, “i have to stretch you out, pretty boy,” you felt him clench around your fingers, “don’t wanna hurt you.” you placed kisses on his open mouth.

“please… i can take it.” he could feel his mind already going fuzzy as your fingers brushed up against his prostate.

“hmm, if you say so.”

you pulled your fingers out of him slowly, making him groan then placed a hand on his thigh, making sure to graze his hard, bouncing dick, before grabbing a hold of your own to slowly push into him. a frenzy of moans left hyunjin’s lips as he felt himself stretch around your girth. his walls welcomed you warmly as you bottomed out, his bum fully pressed against your hips. you hum, feeling fully content and pressed kisses to hyunjin’s exposed throat column as his head was resting on your shoulder. waiting just a moment for him to adjust to you, you reached your now free hand around to stroke him gingerly, earning another chorus of wanton moans.

“baby… please move,” he begged desperately.

slowly you complied, starting to match your strokes to sync with each other causing hyunjin to bury his face into your neck. his arms reaching up to grip a fistful of your hair and tugging. you hiss at the action. his whines get more high pitched as he pants warm breath on to your neck, raising goosebumps on the delicate skin. your thumb grazes over his sensitive tip which results in a jolt from him.

“fuck, i—, ugnnhh” any attempts hyunjin made at speaking were thwarted by your thrusts that began to increase in speed.

“what’s the matter, gorgeous? feel too good? my cock has you too dumb to speak… huh? that pretty head of yours all empty?” you teased him, watching the way his chest turned crimson.

“yes… yes, god!”

you could feel by the way he clenched around you and the way he throbbed in your hand that he was getting close, your own high not too far behind. your thrusts lost their precision as his hips rocked to meet yours. the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“my beautiful artist…” you mused, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “you wanna paint with me? mix your cum with mine on that canvas? c’mon, pretty boy, i know your close. let go for me.”

with that, hyunjin’s hips stilled as he tensed up and pitifully grunted out. you held his dick up so that his release splattered all across the canvas over your own from before. when he finished, you pulled out of him, he instinctively cuddled into your side, as he usually does, and you came on the canvas once more. hyunjin in his post coital daze, was pressing kisses all over your neck almost in gratitude. as much as you loved the act of sex with hyunjin, you almost loved his afterglow more. he was always so cute and cuddly, wanting to be close to you and kiss you as much as possible.

you came down from your high with heavy pants, looking down at hyunjin with a lovesick smile that he easily returned then kissed off your lips. after a few moments, he separated and turned to look at your masterpiece.

“i’m glad i gessoed it black. you can see it better.” he mused softly.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “i think it’s your best work, baby.”

hyunjin playfully rolled his eyes, lightly slapping your chest as he finally reached down to grab his pants, exposing his ass to you, making you gasp and your eyes go wide.

“jinnie! i got paint…”

hyunjin threw his head back and laughed at your horror, “it’s ok. it’s a water based paint so it’ll wash out. wanna help me?”

“lead the way, picasso.”

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[bonefall]

hi!! long ask incoming bc uh.

i was bored, so tried to translate an entire prophecy i wrote like three years ago into clanmew!

very sure that i made mistakes (i mean it starts with me constructing complicated sentences when there’s only been a guide on simple ones-) but i still wanted to share what i came up with and am hoping for some corrections if that isn’t too much work.

original english prophecy: ‘‘Six cats and their followers will come, with blood of every clan rank. When the reed with its leaves will echo over the moor through the wings of fog, a gathering will come true. The newly reformed clans will be destroyed and quiet will be brought when the shadows leave.’’

my attempt at the literal clanmew to english translation: ‘‘StarClan-says in-service-of entire ranks five-and-one cats and many clanmateness-contains cats they-rogue-walked. What-if stalk it-powerful-object-owns leaf under small cloud it-powerful-object-owns feathered-wing over territory they-powerful-object-fly? StarClan-says bad-battle entire cats they-rogue-fight. What-if shadow they-powerful/dangerous-object-leaves? StarClan-says no bad-battles and no good-battles.’’

clanmew: ‘‘Ssoen pos ul gorrl rarra om owar rriu om pabparra urriuwang-gryyr rriu mwrrspappap. Hassayyr kaskir ssaswrah russ wowareh eeb hai ssaswrah beof wowa upanna pyrrsfbafbab? Ssoen nyyryakorrl ul gorrl mwrrsarrlkatchyam. Hassayyr washa ssasyorru? Ssoen nyar nyyryakorrl om nyar shemyakorrl.’’

gonna give you part of my thought process behind this,, well i don’t know how to construct complicated sentences in clanmew (a shame fr) so i just. guessed on the placing of stuff? e.g. the ‘in-service-of entire rank’ bit. generally i mostly struggled with that first damn sentence bc it’s very hard to make it simple. i hope it’s clear that ‘clanmateness-contains cat’ is described like that in relation to the six other cats, those many cats are followers of the six cats, not the pre-existing clancats. also, i chose the pronouns for rogues and the like because in my story the medic who receives the prophecy frames the prophecy cats as bad/evil on purpose, so it’d only make sense to insult them. then i struggled with fog... because there’s no word for that now. decided to substitude with small cloud. thought about big cloud = storm cloud, (average) cloud = normal cloud, small cloud = fog or something. anyways i purposefully chose the pronouns for powerful objects because those words are describing the cats the prophecies are about, and the prophecy cats are obviously very important. I had to change so much about the last sentence to capture what it means but i believe i did a good job at that. ‘There will be a bad battle between all cats. What if the shadows are defeated? There won’t be any bad battles nor will there be any good ones.’ since there were no words for peace/quiet/anything of the like. again, shadow has the powerful/dangerous pronoun because it’s a metaphor for something bad. i think that’s everything worth noting down? i hope?

well. i spent two hours on translating this prophecy, but it was very fun. i just hope there aren’t too many mistakes, tho to be fair i went for something that’s pretty hard to translate asghjfhf

This is incredibly in-depth and I'm absolutely blown away, @troutfur wrote up a line-by-line commentary on the whole thing, and I made a bunch more conjunctions because of your work.

So here's what he has to say:

"I’m just blown away! Holly cow, it’s such a huge compliment that anyone took the time to translate a passage like that into our conlang! You’re very resourceful with what little information you had to work with. I’m definitely going to be taking notes from here because I think your translation was a nice stress test of the system and it reveals plenty of areas for expansion.

SO! Let’s go line by line!

"Ssoen pos ul gorrl rarra om owar rriu om pabparra urriuwang-gryyr rriu mwrrspappap."

Instead of “pos ul gorrl” I would’ve gone with “ul-gorrl urrwrah nyams” (entire-rank they-clanmate-own kin). “Pos ul gorrl” to me would mean that it’s an action directed towards every rank.

I also am curious as to why you chose to use the past form of “pappap” instead of the future form which is “papp”. I’m assuming it’s because it’s the form in the lexicon.

Bonefall: "We also haven't covered tense yet, which will be coming up in Clanmew 102. Basically though there's a past, present, and future stem for verbs! Generally, a verb is longest in past-tense."

Taking into account the fact you pointed out the meddie giving this prophecy uses mwrrs to express their disdain of these cats I’m curious as to whether StarClan themselves used this pronoun or another. By using “ssoen” they are implying they are quoting directly from StarClan so if they’re tampering with their pronouns this could be a big deal like religiously.

"Hassayyr kaskir ssaswrah russ wowareh eeb hai ssaswrah beof wowa upanna pyrrsfbafbab?"

Grammatically the main thing I’d do here is transpose “wowa upanna” to right after “hassayyr” in order to get the subject and verb closer together. Very creative on adapting the phrase with the limited vocabulary on hand particularly!

While I would go for an if x then y statement to really get the meaning of the English phrase, using hassayyr like you did is a damn good approximation based on what we gave you.

"Ssoen nyyryakorrl ul gorrl mwrrsarrlkatchyam."

Pretty good! Only note would be the tense again but I will explain that in Clanmew 102.

"Hassayyr washa ssasyorru?"

Good good! No notes.

"Ssoen nyar nyyryakorrl om nyar shemyakorrl."

I would tack on a “sarr” at the end to clarify that StarClan isn’t talking about themselves. Or otherwise maybe use the same verb as teh previous answer. “Ssoen nyar nyyryakorrl om nyar shemyakorrl urrsarrlkatch”: No good nor bad battles will be fought.

-----AND BACK TO BONEFALL

Here are some more conjunctions to play with;

So = Irr

Now = Mwah

If = Nyyeb

Then = Pon

Because = Curr

Ergo = Ewa

When = Niferr

Before = Yeferr

As Soon As = Ssirru

After = Yyirru

Until = Nokeyy

As = Koko

Your work was amazing and inspiring and we love it!

#Clanmew #Clanmew submissions

[ma1dita]

🥂 Hii, this isn't exactly "birthday" themed anything, but I've been out of Tumblr for a while and PJO show got me back here and you're one of the first and now favourite writers I found since coming back, so i feel the safest asking it here I've been wanting to post my own stuff on tumblr too instead of ao3 and just looking at a bunch of new words/abbreviations i never seen is confusing, but most authors seem to use them like.. blurbs? or a/n i assume is authors notes? I was just wondering if you knew if there is anyone who wrote a guide on all these things that are universally used bc it took me a while to decipher even the "MDNI" 😭

🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

LOLLL don't mind me answering so quickly, i was in the middle of looking at a prompt in my inbox but thank you so much!!

to be honest ive only been writing on tumblr since this past september, and i totally understand the learning curve (i was thinking this morning about how i still dont know wtf a blorbo is)

i come from the age of fanfic circa early 2010s where everyone still labelled things lemon/lime instead of mdni (which is clever i guess for minors do not interact)

from what i know,

blurb = drabble = oneshot are all kinda synonymous?

a/n = author's note

wc = word count

nsfw = not safe for work = mdni

rpf = real person fic

not much else comes to mind??? i think?? i still find myself calling things oneshots sometimes... and trust im learning with you--- the times change us ig

lmk if im missing anything, shoot me a message, or if anyone wanna yell in the comments some others (or wtf a blorbo is)

i would love to read your stuff once you decide to post!! welcome welcome <3

#yapping w nonnies #જ⁀➴ jo answers !

[mason-ajar]

Opinion/hcs for the idea that Swordflames (Xander, Yugo, Ukyo, and Quon) are in a polyam relationship?

i am very sorry for the long wait 😵‍💫 i just struggled to bring all my silly little thoughts together

here r just a bunch of random drabbles i have accumulated abt them over the past two weeks! may be ooc and cringe, but if you have been following my blog it’s kinda warranted by now.

fellow swordflames enjoyers pls add onto this if you’d like 🫶🫶🫶

- because my little brainworms said so xhaka and quon were already in a relationship beforehand! i do in fact make the rules.

- when quon does come back, ukyo has to deal with feelings of resentment before anything else. i feel like ukyo would struggle with thoughts of feeling inadequate in their relationship, simply because they met after the other three, and she’d absolutely not verbalize those emotions at all. communication is something that i think he’d struggle with.

- hm my thoughts r that xhaka’s the one that officiates their relationship. he notices how (despite all the scaring) quon and ukyo hit it off pretty well after ukyo resolves his resentment, and it’s hard to ignore yugo’s little puppy crush(es)

- ukyo’s main love language is physical touch: they love hugs, running their fingers through their partners hair, holding hands- u name it! and of course scaring the living daylights out of his partners.

- but im kinda stuck on what the others love languages would be lol.

- when quon comes back to the dojo, he isn’t accustomed to the specialized training regimen anymore. what i’m saying is that he spars with yugo and absolutely eats shit.

- i’m unsure if ukyo and yugo live full time at the dojo, but because i don’t care enough to look back i am simply going to believe it’s canon!

- even before they get together, they are always having silly little impromptu sleepovers; they definitely crash in xhakas room.

- when quon comes back they just have to get a whole new bigger bed bc they just couldn’t all fit comfortably on xhakas anymore 😭

- big spoon ukyo little spoon xhaka LMAOO they make it work.

- QUON AND UKYO MATCHING EARRINGS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- okok i really wish i could give you more substantial thoughts, but literally all there is in my mind is domestic fluff. i am just thinking abt them going on dates and their silly day to day shenanigans. like laundry, or their morning routine; them getting ready for the morning, cramming into the bathroom and smiling at each other in the mirror as they brush their teeth. them heading out to start practice and spar; ukyo’s on a winning streak until xhaka wants to spar with her, effectively breaking that streak. on slow days at the dojo they decide to end practice early and head to town even if just to walk or fuck around in a convenience store and eat snacks in the parking lot. or maybe they head down to the skate park and quon teaches the others how to skate, with ukyo, the ever-so graceful, struggling to stay balanced on a skateboard. yugo makes fun of him, but is still conveniently right behind for supposedly no reason. xhaka surprisingly picks it up best out of the three, and quon excitedly talks about how he should get his own board. they decide to go home before it’s too dark to safely climb the mountain, throwing their shoes off and immediately crashing once they get in xhakas room.

- sorry woah what just happened i just blacked out and there was a whole paragraph sitting in front of me

- segway into more fluff

- xhaka getting up earlier than the other 3 to make them a nice breakfast.

- yugo being awkward abt giving affection, but still finding other ways to be there for his partners. specifically i think he’d be a really good listener. sometimes he leaves notes in places he knows his partners will see. he doesn’t sign them, no one brings them up, but everyone knows who wrote them.

- also yugo watching youtube tutorials just so he can do ukyos hair in the morning..

- yugo trying to keep up a stoic appearance, but xhaka makes him laugh one day and he swears his heart skips a beat.

- quon seeing something that reminds him of his partners and buying it for them 😓😓 i am such a sucker for the “this reminded me of you.”

- xhaka having cute nicknames for them on his phone

- idk man something about yugo and quon just laying in bed and talking to each other. they r stuck in my brain.

- xhaka taking ukyos hands. no reason in particular, he just knows she’d would probably appreciate it. ukyo does, in fact appreciate it.

- quon and xhaka training some rookies, standing on opposite sides of the training room, smiling at each other.

ok thats it for now LOL i think they’re silly

#the crazed ramblings of a mad man #i am embarrassed to post this #soz for being cringe and lame #there is one thing happening in my mind rn #down in ohio swag like ohio #the sword flames #beyblade #beyblade burst #beyburst #xhakuenji kaiza #ukyo ibuki #quon kimidori #yugo nansui #headcanons

[jishyucks]

tag game

rules: recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers! 

tagged by: @pastelsicheng (tyyyy <3)

tagging: @dalkom-han @ddeonuism @loverssfevers @jaehunnyy and anyone else who writes bc this was soso fun! (no pressure tho)

This is gonna be funny because I don’t think I really love any of my works… but anyways here goes…

Better late than never — my very first piece of writing on here!! (I say on here bc I had an old blog where I wrote, but we shall not talk about that). I really don’t think it’s good at all (I remember writing this in the notes app bc I wanted to write it real quick) but seeing how I improved in my writing since then is just really nice to see (plus it’s gonna make the rest of my works look better LMAOO)

And They Were Roommates — Probably the first long fic that I wrote that I was actually proud of! I really liked the dynamics between y/n and Donghyuck in this for some reason. It was also probably the first e2l fic that I wrote so it’s special to me in a way,,, the trope is hella hard to write well, so props to the writers who do it easily! This one got a bunch of attention, which I was very happy with. 

Eight Count — Another long e2l fic that I wrote!! I actually really enjoyed writing this one and I was so happy with it,,, I think I did a better job of easing into and building the relationship compared to the Hyuck one (MORE GROWTH WOOHOO), so i think that’s why I was actually happy with myself during the process of writing this one. I do think it’s sorta underrated though, but still happy with it nonetheless.

Into My traeH — My first Enha fic! It’s the typical ‘woah, wait I have feelings for you that I didn’t know of?’ trope, but the Hogwarts setting made it a bit more magical (ba dum tss),,, this one’s simple but I found it hella cute so I’d easily recommend this one for the fluff of it. 

If and If II — This two-parter got SO MUCH attention, which I really didn’t get because I don’t think I wrote it well enough for the attention it got (like genuinely), but I guess the idea of the story really appealed to people, which I get. Part one, to me, is ass, but the second part (which I wrote like 10 years later) was written so much better. I’m just plopping this in here because it’s a 'fan favourite' and it gave me a lot of motivation to write and improve more!

Sneaking these in ;; Meant to be (Broken) & All I Want — Ones that are short and simple, but sweet heehee,,, these are those ones that aren’t too short, they’re just to the point and fluffy and are just shots of serotonin! These ones got me giggling when writing them cause they’re so cute so why not add them

#this was fun tbh #gave me the chance to look back at my old works #tag game #tag games

[stevethehairington]

22, 29, 32 for the writers questions!!

ty for sending this in!! <3

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

hm this is. this is a funny one to answer bc i feel like i am part incredibly organized and part chaotic mess lmfao. bc like i use google drive for my fics and i have a RIGID organizational structure for that. like i have a folder for each of the fandoms i've written for and within that fandom folder i have a writing folder and within that writing folder i have my docs. and those are organized by docs i've started and are either waiting to be written or are in the middle of being written which kind of hang out in the folder loosely. but then i have a separate folder for my finished fics, a separate folder for my finished fics' plan/outline docs (if they have one), and a separate folder for each event/challenge/project i've participated in. so like for steddie i have a folder for each of the zines i'm in and a big bang folder.

but then when it comes to what i'm actually writing... that can get messier lmao. i kind of write across like 3 different platforms? like i use google docs for my main document to write in, but i also write in the notes app on my phone, and i handwrite a lot of things too (mostly bc i cant use my computer at work to write fic so i resort to good ol fashioned pen and paper lol). so it can get tricky trying to remember WHERE i wrote that one piece i'm looking for lol and i have to dig and dig through sheets of notebook paper and my insane amount of notes on my phone and the docs that i have (bc sometimes if it's getting too long i'll split up the doc too just to get a clean work space).

i also have a binder that is full of like old fic stuff i've jotted down, whether that be old snippets i've written, or ideas i've scribbled onto a sticky note, or something i printed out to edit. that binder has stuff from sooo many different fandoms in it lol. i've tried organizing it by fandom and i've bunched all the stuff for one specific idea into a paperclipped stack or i've put it in one of those sheet protector pages lol.

but yeah it's like organized chaos i guess you could say. but it works for the most part so! here i am! lol

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

ooh! easy question!! i draw inspiration from literally anything and everything!! the world is full of stuff that makes GREAT stories!! so yeah i absolutely pull from everything around me - whether that's looking up prompts on tumblr, watching a show/movie or reading a book and wanting to au it, something a friend/coworker/someone random on the street said, an object i see that sparks something in me, a color, a weather pattern, a mood, a song, a recipe, my own feelings, other people's feelings, my life experiences, other people's life experiences.

inspiration really truly comes from everwhere!

when the well runs dry i try to dig deeper. i try to look through prompts that might spark something, even if it's a tiny little ficlet. oh i also like to look through old ideas i've had for other fandoms when this happens bc sometimes the best thing to do is to recycle!! bc like the inspiration was there at some point, and looking back on it helps to respark that and bring it back! and trying to revamp it to fit my current fandom/pairing really helps get the gears turning again too.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

you can find the answer to this one here!

weird questions for writers

#asks #bayouteche

[eddies-spaghetti]

oh goodness.. i am just now starting on this but i KNOW i’m probably posting this like a while after i got tagged in it.

any way @abstract-moth tagged me in the fanfic ask game (thank u for the tag btw 🥰) so here it goes!

How many works do you have on A03?

on AO3 I have 61 but have 100+ on my google drive that i haven’t posted.

What's your total A03 word count?

122468

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

The only ones that are still up are bnha, but back in the day i started on an IT one but never finished it and a Danganronpa/bnha crossover i also never finished.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1.

2.

3.

(this one is one of my favorites)

4.

5.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

oh wow.. hmm.. i usually like to end it on a good note..

the first chapter of We Will Figure This Out is pretty angsty but i do fix it by the end.

ohh wait.. bracelets has a pretty angsty ending too.. i forgot about that one

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

most of them really.. Cold is pretty much fluff all the way throughout.. Gender is Weird has a v good ending too.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

tried and failed with the Danganronpa and bnha crossover

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no..? not gonna lie i have thought about it.. but like it would have to be a very specific category where it’s mostly fluff and have a whole bunch of emotional depth behind it.. or will be important to the story i’m trying to tell.

I almost wrote some for the college au but chicken out.. but who knows i still might add some..

As an SA victim it’s something i’m definitely interested but also scared to write bc i have done so much of my healing through writing and projecting on to characters with similar truama so i think i could definitely see myself writing at least one smut fic just to try it but honestly it’s such a touchy and important subject to me personally and to others that i know i would have to be super careful when writing it.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yeah! most of the time at least. I actually met one of my best friends and a lot of my mutuals on here through my ao3 comments!

The only times i don’t respond is when it is hate or if i don’t have the spoons to do so.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

only a few times, mostly just people who are mad when i call enji out on his abuse. Or people who are mad that I give tenya the love and appreciation he deserves.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i’m not sure but i don’t think so

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no but i think that would be cool

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

kinda? one of my best friends and i started on one but it was during a CHAOTIC time in my life so we never finished it. And idk if this counts as co-writing but i run pretty much all of my ideas off of @moonwack before they are ever written and they always have wonderful ideas for things i should write.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

i know this is unexpected and may surprise people.. but it’s todoiideku (/s on the first part)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

oh gosh.. there are so many and i hate it.. probably my aroace soulmate au though..

What are your writing strengths?

tbh i don’t know if i have ANY besides my creativity. My dyslexia makes grammar and spelling so hard for me and i’m always scared it will turn people away from my fics.

but I am constantly writing stories in my head and there hasn’t been a single day that i haven’t thought about something i want to write in YEARS. so there is that.

What are your writing weaknesses?

can i just put dyslexia as an answer here and how much energy writing takes from me so i go months without posting sometimes.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

tbh i haven’t put much thought into it. It doesn’t really bother me if it’s done correctly. i’m p neutral on it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think IT but i’m not sure.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

oo such a good question.

On ao3 probably bracelets, Fresh Start, or We Will Figure This Out.

I have one written in my docs called worst moments that i love and i should probably post too though..

thanks again for the tag @abstract-moth! this actually made me think a lot and i enjoyed doing it.

I tag @sunnyillyana and @quasiimodo

(don’t feel pressured to do it if you don’t want to though, i just know both of you write and thought you might have fun doing this 🥰)

#bee answers asks #bee rants about stupid stuff ig #ask game #cw #sa mention #smut mention #enji todoroki mention #endeavor mentioned

[padfootastic]

2, 3, 9, 14 and 16 for the deep fic writer asks

ooooh thank u for the asks :”))

2. What’s a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

hm. i- don’t think there’s one that i’ve posted that fits this. but there’s one in my drafts that’s like,,,sirius being jerked around by both james and lily in a j/s-l/s scenario which is like max whump. uh, that one was…hard, both because of how i’m hurting sirius and because there’s some irl stuff i projected in there lol. there’s another amnesiac!sirius fic where it’s just…really sad ykno? the research, the writing, and the immersion—all of it.

3. What fic are you emotionally attached to?

i answered this one here! adding on to it to say that i’m a big fan of my harry’s postwar tattoos fic too. it spiralled way out of my control but i like how it came out in the end 🙈

9. What’s your writing process like?

ooo 2 answers for this. i have a bunch of prompts in my notes app (which is where i do all my writing)—usually random stuff see in a fic that i like/dislike, or if i get annoyed by something and wanna change it. sometimes it’s a bit of dialogue, sometimes a specific scene. with all my oneshots, it’s usually pretty linear. i start at the beginning and end when it ends. i do not spend more than a second thinking of what comes next, the page & i are finding out at the same time. even the 2/3 chapters ones which started off as oneshots and end up spiralling.

for a longfic tho, i’m currently working on one and it’s such a chaotic process i have no clue what i’m doing lol. i started off with a point of divergence from canon (why/what/how), wrote a list of scenes i wanted in it, managed to do a rough, if incomplete, chapter outline. there’s a doc with timeline and dates & some character motivations. i made a discord channel for it where i keep punting random ideas & scenes & bits and pieces. it’s genuinely become a beast i don’t know how to handle atp. like the original premise was super simple & straightforward and now there’s like…plot and stuff. the outline is like hydra—i tick off one scene, and three more crop up. i’ve had to migrate all my writing to gdocs so i could put it all in an outline that somewhat makes sense. now, i do all of it entirely non-chronologically, just adding bits wherever i feel like it. sometimes i leave a sentence hanging mid-word. it’s completely lawless.

i’m considering doing another draft of it where i just…write. like chronologically, without any thoughts or outline, whatever comes out. i fear i might have stabbed myself in the foot with too much organisation/thinking 💀 maybe that’ll help?

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

boy do i ever. almost always negatively, especially since i started interacting in fandom thru discord/tumblr, sometimes to the point where i either have to dnf the other fic or stop my own writing for a while because—the imposter syndrome gets too much. but also, a lot of my comparison happens with authors who write very differently than i do (like, flowery prose) so even if i want to embody that style, the gap makes it easier for me to shake it off too, if that makes sense? like when u see ur crush with someone else and u can’t even feel bad bc they’re so out of ur league ykno?

16. Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

aaaaalll the time, without fail, often multiple times. i almost always write with the assumption that i’ll be the only one reading it. it helps insulate against lack of interaction and also makes sure the fic is extremely self indulgent lol. a lot of my prompts are really just fix-its from canon or other fics i’ve read where i didn’t like something. hm, there’s isn’t a particular *time* i won’t go back ro bc i’m weirdly impressed with my older works too, but one specific snape/lily fic i wrote in 2017 is something i can never read, no matter how much i try. it was a ‘write your notp’ challenge attempt and i don’t think i’ve gone over it it once in it’s entirely after i posted it lol

From this ask game!

#there’s another mc i haven’t touched in a while where i had like. character spreadsheets and stuff #so clearly i’m not a plotter and need to go back to my pantser roots if i wanna be efficient #or maybe i should just write as i publish & not do. this. bc it’ll be a neverending orocess then #also re: the rereading bit. it’s often my fav part of writing lol #bc i’ve always written for myself—every time i get interactions/comments/feedback from others it’s a pleasant surprise #bc i never expect it. so it feels even more special #ask game #pen’s asks

[helloalycia]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] // 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃

summary: when you accidentally catch Lucy Gray upset, learning that her boyfriend has cheated on her, you're left to make sure she's okay, and thus a proper friendship forms.

warning/s: mentions of cheating.

author's note: here’s the first part of three for a lucy gray imagine i wrote, as i watched the new hunger games last week and now im suddenly 14 again lol. Also working on a katniss one bc why not, so yeah, hope someone likes it 😂

two / three / masterlist / wattpad

"You look very pretty, Y/N," my little sister, Y/S/N, said with a smile as I pulled my bag across my shoulders.

I smiled down at her, heart warming at the way she looked up at me. She was only ten years old, but to be someone she looked up to was a responsibility I took seriously, so when she was the one to compliment me rather than the other way around, it was sweet.

"Thanks, Y/S/N," I said, squeezing her shoulder gently. "I appreciate that. You think the guests will like it?"

"They'd be silly not to," she told me with confidence, and it made me chuckle.

I worked as a waitress at the Hob in town, usually being able to wear whatever I wanted and opting for something practical over pretty, but today it had been reserved for the reception of some peacekeeper's wedding. Meaning, I had to be on my best behaviour and wear the nicest thing I owned – a sundress in the back of my closet that I rarely touched.

"Come here," I said to Y/S/N, opening my arms, to which she hugged my waist and I squeezed her tight. "I've gotta go now, but I'll be back by dinner. Let mum and dad know, yeah?"

She nodded and I kissed the top of her head before heading out and walking through town to get to the Hob. It was the middle of summer, so I was already building a sweat by the time I arrived, but thankfully my favourite colleague and bartender, Miles, offered me some iced water when he saw me. The only reason we had ice was because it was a peacekeeper's wedding and they wanted the best for their guests, otherwise it would have been lukewarm as usual.

The reception was yet to start, so I spent the next hour and a half cleaning up the place as Miles got the food and drinks ready. Once all the tables were cleaned and set up, guests began to make their way in, and the act of the day, the Covey, soon arrived and made their way onstage to prepare.

The Covey were the only musical geniuses in the district, the best source of entertainment for those who wanted a party to remember. All six of them were extremely talented musicians, each with their own charm. And when they weren't working at the Hob, performing, they were hired to work birthday parties or weddings, such as today.

As I was with Miles, we were essentially colleagues and it was easy to chat to the joyous bunch of them, especially when we shared a dinner break together briefly between their performances whenever I was on shift. Though, admittedly, I'd harboured a small crush on their lead singer, Lucy Gray Baird, for a while now. It wasn't anything major, but it was there.

It began when I saw them performing once a few years ago, before I'd landed a job here as a waitress and was just visiting for lunch. Back then, it was a mere futile crush on a pretty girl I saw onstage. And then as I got older, now seventeen, and got this job, it didn't go away, and I soon realised I was just one of the many admirers of Lucy Gray, nobody special.

Of course, that didn't mean I wasn't an absolute nervous wreck whenever she paid me any attention or spoke to me. She wasn't intentionally flirty, it was just her personality (and she was also in a relationship with her boyfriend, Billy Taupe Clade), but it left me flustered every time.

It was a crush I knew I'd eventually get over. Some day. At some point. Eventually.

But for now, I was stuck, so I learnt to ignore it whenever I could. Of course, at times it was impossible, such as when they were performing some of their songs at the wedding reception today and I happened to glance their way, meeting her eyes for a split second. She was mid-singing, winking playfully at me before working the crowd as usual, and I knew it was part of the performance, yet I still had to breathe out quickly and remember that I was serving a drink.

The reception was easy to work, arguably easier than a regular night at the Hob because everybody was sober and more collected due to it being a wedding reception and not a night out. I was serving food and drinks, replenishing the buffet, cleaning tables, and it wasn't so bad, plus I was getting paid double just to do it.

Halfway through the event, I was standing at the bar, waiting for Miles to make up a tray of drinks, when I felt someone approach me from the left. I was surprised to see Lucy Gray herself, no doubt taking a breather as her family performed onstage meanwhile.

"Don't you look mighty fine this afternoon," she said with a playful smile, looking me up and down as she leaned atop the bar.

I felt my cheeks growing warm as I offered a small smile. "Thanks, Lucy Gray, so do you."

"Why thank you," she answered, smile permanent on her lips as she continued. "You should wear dresses more often. They suit you, darlin'."

I tried not to laugh. "Thanks, but pants are much easier to work in on a busy night. This is a rarity."

Her eyes glimmered with amusement before she glanced out at the stage and the lively crowd dancing along to the music.

"You guys have been doing great today," I complimented, before getting startled by her intense stare. "You– your voice– your–"

She began to laugh at my awkwardness. "I get it. Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say. The Covey are on their best behaviour today." She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice and adding, "After all, if we do good, we get booked again which means more money."

I nodded in agreement. "Cheers to that."

She smiled widely before leaning back again, and I glanced over at Miles to see he was still finishing up with the tray of drinks.

"So, how's your family doin'?" she asked, leaning her chin in the palm of her hand.

"My family?" I asked, tilting my head.

"You have a sister, right? And parents?"

I was surprised she knew to be honest, considering I'd never spoken about them before in the few conversations we'd shared. We usually just spoke about work on our breaks.

"Oh, yeah," I said with a nod. "They're good. Y/S/N is probably playing with her friends right about now. My mum's sewing, no doubt, and my dad will be in the mines. A typical day in the Y/L/N household."

She cracked a smile, before scrunching up her nose. "Your little sister is adorable. She always has the biggest smile on her face whenever I see her around. Always talkin' to everyone, it's sweet. And Maude Ivory always gets a kick out of playin' with her in the park."

I began to smile at her compliments – it was always lovely hearing great things about Y/S/N. "Yeah, she's always been the happy, outgoing Y/L/N and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Hey, the happy, quiet Y/L/N isn't so bad either," she corrected, nudging me in the arm slightly, and the warmth in my cheeks returned as I avoided her stare.

Laughing quietly, she straightened up. "I should head back to the stage. Just wanted to check if you're gonna have your lunch break with us soon? Out back?"

I nodded, recovering from my flustered state. "Sounds like a plan."

"Great!" she exclaimed with a grin. "See you then, cutie."

I continued working and the Covey performed three more songs before we were all allowed to have a quick lunch break. It was timed perfectly for when the bride, groom and guests would make their speeches and none of us were needed.

It was hard not to drool as I made up a quick plate from the food offered, courtesy of the bride and groom. Grilled deer, creamy mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables and gravy were a luxury, a rarity, and I was adamant on savouring every last bit.

Once I joined the others outside, they were all sat in a circle on some crates they'd pulled out, already digging into their dinners. As they mumbled about how great the food was between bites, Barb Azure, their signature bass player, waved me over where she'd saved me a seat between her and Maude Ivory, the youngest of the bunch.

I dug right in with my fork, savouring the flavours and making the most of a good thing whilst I had it.

"Y'know, I heard one of the bride's cousins sayin' she was interested in hiring us for her wedding next month," Tam Amber, their resident mandolin player, commented with a nod. "This gig seems to be paying for itself already."

"Let's not get our hopes up just yet," Barb Azure warned. "We don't know what'll happen."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get another gig," I assured her, before glancing out at them all. "They'd be crazy not to see what you guys can do. Plus, I've been throwing in a good word with the guests, so it's kind of like really subtle brainwashing."

This earned a few laughs from them and Barb Azure nudged my side playfully.

"How's your job goin' today anyway, Y/N?" she asked considerately, and they all waited for an answer.

"Not too bad," I said with a shrug. "The folk here are a little easier to serve compared to an average night at the Hob. A little more–”

"Civilised?" offered Clerk Carmine, their fiddle player.

I tried not to laugh as I amended, "I was gonna say sober, but sure." They chuckled as I stabbed a piece of carrot with my fork and continued. "It's different, but a job's a job."

"Amen to that," Lucy Gray agreed, and everyone repeated after her lightheartedly.

"So, what are you all doing after this is over?" I asked, before sipping my water.

"Well, Lucy Gray over here is probably gonna go straight over to her beau," Barb Azure teased with a knowing smirk. "Been talkin' all day about how she misses him."

Maude Ivory began making kissing noises, eliciting laughter from everyone else, and I cracked a small smile at how embarrassed Lucy Gray became. Her cheeks were dusting pink as she avoided looking at anyone.

"Billy Taupe, right?" I asked. "Isn't he supposed to be performing with you today?"

"Yeah, he's not been feeling well these past few days," she explained, a shy smile on her lips as she looked at the ground. "Just wanna make sure he's alright."

I nodded, looking down at my plate. "That's sweet. I'm sure he's looking forward to it."

"Are you with anyone, Y/N?" Maude Ivory asked from beside me, smiling in a way that reminded me of Y/S/N.

"I am not," I answered, before smiling a little. "Just haven't found someone I'm interested in is all."

"And what are you interested in?" Lucy Gray asked, earning my attention.

She was watching me from across the huddle, eyes glowing with intrigue and a curious smile on her lips. To say I was suddenly nervous was an understatement, and I let out an awkward laugh as I looked away from her, unable to think straight all of a sudden.

"I, erm, I don't know," I tried to find words. "Someone who's funny, caring, trustworthy... it sounds obvious, the basics, but you'd be surprised how many people aren't those things."

She chuckled in response. "I get that... well, I hope you find that, darlin'. You've got all the time in the world."

I smiled a little, unsure what else to say, and then Tam Amber started talking about what song they could perform next, and the attention was thankfully no longer on me.

It wasn't long after lunch when the event finally ended and the guests began to file out. After saying my goodbyes to the Covey, who must have been exhausted after all their performances, I was left with Miles to clean up the place before we closed. He was sorting through stock in the back as I was finishing the brushing up out front.

I was lost in thought about nothing in particular when I heard someone's footsteps stomping on the wooden floorboards by the door, and when I looked up, I was surprised to see Lucy Gray had returned. When she spotted me too, she stopped abruptly, startled by my presence. It wasn't until she rushed to wipe her cheeks did I realise she had red, teary eyes and a frown on her lips.

"Oh–," she stopped, before clearing her throat, "you're still here."

Unsure what to think or do, I looked around. "Er, yeah, I'm just finishing up." After a moment, I knew I needed to check in. "Are you– what hap–"

"Sorry," she cut me off, avoiding my gaze. "I just forgot my guitar."

We both looked to the stage, where her guitar was peeking out from between the curtains. I hadn't noticed it before.

Not saying another word, she made a beeline for her instrument, and I hesitated, gripping the brush's handle. She was clearly upset about something, but I didn't know her well enough to ask.

Then, as I saw her grab her guitar and sniffle quietly, I knew I couldn't just leave her to it, not without a guilty conscious anyway.

"Lucy Gray, is everything alright?" I called to her, trying to dial down my concern for her sake.

She sucked up a breath before turning around, forcing a smile on her face. "Yes, 'course it is."

I frowned, putting the brush to the side before approaching the stage. "You're upset, Lucy Gray. Did someone do something?"

She attempted a laugh to ease the tension, but it only came out halfhearted and broken, and then another tear rolled down her cheek and my concern was skyrocketing because I'd never seen her like this before.

"You don't have to tell me," I added, "but you're worrying me. This isn't like you."

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, collecting herself, and I wondered what could have possibly happened in the last half an hour between when she left and now. Why was she so upset when she'd walked out of here grinning?

"Billy Taupe wasn't sick," she suddenly said, and it took me a second to process.

"What?"

Was it something worse? Was he dying? Was he in an accident?

"He was cheatin' on me with Mayfair," she said bitterly.

I furrowed my brows, trying to understand. "The mayor's daughter? What?"

She nodded weakly before moving forward to sit on the edge of the stage, shoulders hunched. I blinked, realisation setting in, and wondered how on earth Billy Taupe could do such a thing.

"I caught them kissin' by the market," she said, and I took a seat beside her hesitantly as she continued. "He saw me, and so did she, and then she was smirkin', that no good, dirty–" She stopped herself, though her jaw was clenched. "He tried to explain, but I didn't wanna hear it." She paused, swallowing hard. "I realised I left my guitar here and came back for it."

I was in disbelief, both from the fact that Billy Taupe lied to his family, but also that he cheated on Lucy Gray in the first place. Did he know how lucky he was to have her?

"I'm so sorry you had to witness that," I said, still baffled. "That he did that. You– you don't deserve that at all, Lucy Gray."

She only sighed deeply in response, leaning on her knees and putting her head in her hands with exhaustion. Instinctively, I began to rub circles on her back, hoping it would provide some comfort.

"I wish I could do something," I said quietly, not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was. "I'm so sorry."

And like a switch had been flicked, she began to straighten up, making me drop my hand, and wiped her tears away shyly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be such a mess," she felt the need to apologise, but I shook my head.

"Don't," I assured her, watching her profile as she avoided my eyes. "Really. You don't need to– I'm sorry. I– I don't know what to do or say, I know it's all still fresh. But I'm here for you."

Taking a risk, I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, with the intention of giving her a side hug, but then she pulled me closer, hugging me properly. Knowing she needed it and only wanting to put her at ease, I squeezed her gently, letting her know I was there. It was horrible not being able to do much more.

After a moment, she began to pull back slightly and I did too, searching her expression for a hint to how she was feeling. Her brown, glassy eyes met mine, and for the first time since I'd known her, they were anything but playful and teasing. I was touched she was letting me see this side of her, a side not many were privy too, but I wished it wasn't under these circumstances.

"Thank you for that," she said gratefully.

"No worries," I said, sensing she felt a little better, but not completely. "I meant what I said, about being here for you. And I don't really want to leave you alone like this. Do you want me to walk you back home?"

She smiled guiltily, shaking her head. "I can't ask that of you, Y/N."

"It's okay, I want to," I said, before standing up and straightening my dress. "Just give me two minutes to put the brush away and say bye to Miles."

A little relieved, she nodded, and I did just that. With everything going on with her, it was as if the usual nervous, awkward Y/N that always came out when I was around her had disappeared. Now, I just wanted her to be okay.

After saying my farewell to Miles, I grabbed my bag and returned to the front, surprised to still see Lucy Gray sat waiting for me. I was certain she'd have left, using my two minutes as opportunity.

"You ready?" I asked, before noticing her guitar in hand and offering to take it. "Here, I'll get that for you."

"Oh, no, you don't need to–"

"Hey, I don't mind, really," I assured with a smile before taking the handle of the case from her.

She exhaled softly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she nodded, before we left the Hob.

The sun was setting in the sky as we walked through town and to the woods, past the Seam where she and the rest of the Covey lived. Their home wasn't far from my own place, so I didn't mind the trip. It was quiet between us as we walked, the sound of our feet crunching on the gravel the only thing to be heard.

I was worried about her, but I knew she probably appreciated the quiet, so I didn't speak until she did.

"The others don't know yet," she said, voice cracking, as if feeling the need to explain. "I'm gonna tell them."

"I won't say a word," I promised, glancing over at her.

She was fixated on the ground. "Everybody will find out anyway, but yeah."

"They won't find out from me," I said with a nod, and she glanced at me gratefully before staring ahead.

The remainder of the walk was a peaceful quiet, and then we finally reached her home, a small shack that all six of them lived in together. Though, I did wonder how that would change now that Billy Taupe had basically exiled himself.

It wasn't my concern though, so when we stopped outside her front garden, I gave her back her guitar case.

"Thanks again, Y/N," she said appreciatively.

"I'll be here if you ever wanna talk about it, or anything," I told her gently. "I know we aren't super close, but I'll be here."

She smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I appreciate that."

I tried not to stare at her too long, but my gaze lingered a little longer than it should have. I couldn't help it – I'd never seen her like this, and it wasn't fair in the slightest.

"Lucy Gray?" I said before she could leave.

"Yeah?"

I paused, wondering whether it was appropriate to say. "You deserved better than him anyway. He was kind of punching with you."

She let out a small laugh, momentarily free of any hurt he'd caused her, and it made the warmth in my chest blossom intensely. I smiled at her once more before leaving her to it, walking back home with a fuzzy feeling inside of me.

It didn't take long for gossip and rumours to spread around the district about Lucy Gray, Billy Taupe and Mayfair Lipp, at least amongst everyone in our age group anyway. By the end of the week, everybody knew about the cheating and Billy Taupe's new relationship.

It couldn't have been easy for Lucy Gray, and I wasn't sure how she'd been doing as I didn't see her until that following weekend at the Hob, but I'd been thinking of her the whole week. When she rocked up with her family, excluding Billy Taupe who I assumed was no longer part of their group anymore, she looked a little better. I wasn't sure how much of it was a facade though, a front for the audience and the gossips.

I was working that evening, serving as usual, but I'd tune in to some of their songs and noticed a few new ones had made the list, namely about Billy Taupe and what he'd done. At least Lucy Gray had channeled her anger into something productive.

Once again, I was at the bar giving Miles an order when Lucy Gray found me on her quick break.

"Hey," she greeted, earning my attention, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey," I replied. "You're looking good." And then when I realised how forward I sounded, I tried to backtrack, my nerves returning the longer she watched me with her red-painted lips, upturned into a playful smile. "I mean, happy good. Like emotionally, and not upset, but–"

"I get it," she said, unable to stop her amusement from showing. "And thanks. I'm feeling a little better. Thanks again for bein' there."

Relaxing a little, I nodded, glad to hear it. "Anytime."

She quirked a brow as she asked, "So, what did you think of the new songs?"

I smiled. "They were great, Lucy Gray. Just when I thought you couldn't outdo yourself with your lyrics, you prove me wrong."

At this, her eyes lit up. "Gosh, you mean that?"

"Of course," I said like it was obvious, because it was. "Everyone here does. Sorry, did you not hear the applause?"

She was suppressing her smile, unusually embarassed as she looked the other way for a moment, and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked. It didn't last long though, as her eyes caught something behind me, causing her smile to fade away.

Confused, I glanced over my shoulder to see what she was looking at, only to spot none other than Billy Taupe and Mayfair herself walking in. They didn't notice at first, but then Mayfair met Lucy Gray's stare and proceeded to roll her eyes before tugging Billy Taupe by the arm.

"Just ignore them," I said to Lucy Gray, eyes softening at the flash of hurt crossing her expression.

She clenched her jaw slightly, looking down. "Easier said than done. He's headin' this way."

I furrowed my brows, turning to see, and he approached us alone, Mayfair somewhere ahead and not looking the slightest bit happy that Billy Taupe was talking to his ex.

Lucy Gray kept her eyes locked on the ground as Billy Taupe cleared his throat, merely glancing at me before nodding to her hopefully.

"Lucy Gray, you're lookin' real stunnin' tonight," he tried his luck.

My gaze flickered to her, curious, but she kept her lips shut, saying nothing.

"Really?" he pressed, growing slightly annoyed. "You're gon' stay quiet?"

She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here, as uncomfortable as I'd ever seen her, but Billy Taupe didn't care in the slightest.

"C'mon, you can't ignore me forever," he tried again. "I only wanna explain."

Again, she was quiet, and before he could say another word, I decided to give him a suggestion. I usually wouldn't get involved, but Lucy Gray was not comfortable at all and I wasn't just going to watch as he harassed her.

"Maybe you should give it a break tonight," I said as politely as I could to him. "She's clearly not in the mood."

Aside from the annoyed glance he sent my way, it was as if he hadn't acknowledged me at all, instead resorting to calling her name again.

"Billy Taupe," I tried to get his attention, getting a little annoyed myself now.

"Lucy Gray, c'mon," he was continuing to plead, and she was shrinking back the closer he got, only wishing he'd go away.

He suddenly touched her arm, an attempt to get her to look at him, but she snatched it back just as quick.

"Billy Taupe," I repeated with a firm voice, fixing him with a glare, and when he tried to grab her again, I stepped between them, pushing him back slightly. Just enough to earn his attention, and boy, was he unhappy with that.

"Are you deaf?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He sneered at me. "I ain't never seen you around before."

"So, blind, too," I added, making his fists clench. "I'd drop this unless you want to be escorted out."

He tried not to laugh. "And who'll be doing the escorting?"

I raised an eyebrow, before glancing over at Miles behind the bar, who had witnessed the commotion unfold. One hard stare from him was enough to have Billy Taupe straightening up nervously. Mayfair soon appeared from behind him and tugged him away, but not before glaring at Lucy Gray and I.

A hand rested on my arm and I turned around to see Lucy Gray watching me with a knowing look. "Thanks, but you shouldn't have done that. Mayfair already hates me, there's no point in adding you to her list too."

"It doesn't matter. I can't just let someone be a bully," I told her, before glancing over at the retreating figures of Billy Taupe and Mayfair.

Lucy Gray snickered quietly, making me look back to her. "You're cute," she decided, "but stupid."

I wasn't sure what to think of that, nor how to react, but she continued speaking before I could think about it for much longer.

"I should head back onstage now, but see you on break?"

"Sure," I agreed, and she flashed me a smile before returning to the stage.

I watched her go, knowing I was getting too involved and it was definitely going to be a mistake, but I couldn't help it. Even if it wasn't Lucy Gray, I'd still do what I could, unable to stand aside as someone was being mistreated. It was only right. Though, I suppose, it being Lucy Gray also added to my worry a little more.

"She's right y'know," Miles suddenly said, pulling me from thought. He was sliding over a tray of drinks towards me as he continued, "You shouldn't get in Mayfair's bad books. She's got connections."

I sighed, taking the tray. "I know, I know. I won't now, swear."

He suppressed the urge to laugh. "You're in deep, my dear. It's written all over your face."

I didn't even need to ask what he was talking about, and it made my face heat up with embarrassment. Was it that obvious?

The rest of the evening played out and neither Billy Taupe nor Mayfair paid Lucy Gray or the rest of the Covey any mind, thankfully. I wish I could've said the same for myself. Clearly they weren't very fond of me, and it showed by the glares they'd send my way whenever I happened to be serving food or drinks in their vicinity.

I was delivering another tray of drinks to a table near them when Billy Taupe decided it would be funny to 'accidentally' bump into me, knocking the drinks all over and, subsequently, the glasses to the floor in a shatter that was barely heard above the music and audience.

"My bad," he said between stifled laughter, and Mayfair joined in with the laughing, making me roll my eyes. They weren't worth it.

I bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glass and put them on the tray, knowing I'd need to brush the rest up as soon as possible before someone hurt themselves.

"Hey, what's going on here?" I heard Miles' voice from behind me, and I looked up to see him kneeling beside me. "You alright Y/N?"

"Just peachy," I replied with a forced smile.

"Here, give me that," he said, already taking the tray from my hands. "You go get cleaned up outside."

"You sure? I don't mind–"

"Just go," he said, giving me a look. "Please."

I sighed, nodding gratefully, before getting up and making my way to the back. Grabbing a rag from behind the bar, I went outside and let my shoulders drop tiredly, appreciating the fresh evening air. As I was dabbing the drinks from my shirt, trying my best to get rid of the dampness if not the stain, I knew it was pointless. I still smelt of booze and was inherently sticky.

Letting out another sigh, I leaned back against the wall and took a moment. Okay, so maybe confronting Billy Taupe and his new hotshot girlfriend wasn't ideal, but I couldn't just stand by and let him harass someone. This was a mild inconvenience at most, though terribly gross.

The door behind the Hob opened and I glanced over, expecting Miles, but straightened up when I realised it was Lucy Gray. I was certain she was performing only a moment ago.

"There you are," she spoke before I could open my mouth, and let the door close behind her as she approached me. Her eyes lowered to my shirt with a frown. "I saw what happened from the stage, but had to finish my song. I'm so sorry, Y/N, I never wanted you to get involved. He can be so petty and–"

"You don't need to apologise for him, for either of them," I said calmly. "They are the way they are. It's just annoying, I suppose."

She exhaled softly, before grabbing the rag from my hand and attempting to finish the job of drying my shirt.

"You need to stay away from them," she spoke in a warning tone, eyes flickering between her job at hand and my face, making me forget how to breathe for a moment. "I appreciate your help, that you care, but it ain't worth it. Mayfair has powerful connections and sway with some nasty people. You don't need to be in her sights, not for anyone. Especially not for me."

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, making her smile as she met my eyes.

"You don't need to be sorry, just be cautious," she said, expression softening.

It felt strange, her looking out for me when she was the one who had to see her cheating ex again. I stopped her from cleaning me up, taking the rag from her hand, and she looked at me expectantly.

"How are you?" I asked considerately. "With him here?"

"It's hard," she admitted with a nod, "but I got the Covey by my side. I got you."

I began to smile and confirmed, "Right."

She mirrored my smile, before asking, "Are you okay?"

I glanced down at my maroon-coloured shirt, now stained brown, and scrunched up my face. "Bit damp. Bit sticky. But I'll live."

She chuckled. "I think Tam Amber has a spare shirt. He won't mind."

Relieved, I said, "That would be super helpful actually."

She showed me to the place where the Covey hung out between shows, a large wooden shed, though more of a garage for cars nobody owned anymore, opposite the back door of the Hob. The garage doors were chained shut, but a back door was wedged open with a cinder block, and that's where Lucy Gray led me.

I stood to the side as she went searching for the shirt, my eyes flickering around with intrigue. I'd never actually been inside here, only occasionally heard the Covey tuning their instruments before a set or chatting away after one. It was spacious, enough of their belongings scattered around for them to claim the place, though really nobody owned it.

"And here we are," Lucy Gray said, earning my attention. She was holding out a large dusty brown button-up shirt my way. "Might be a little big, but it'll do the job."

I accepted it gratefully, offering a nod. "Thanks, Lucy Gray."

"You can change in here, nobody comes in," she assured me, before flashing me a smile and leaving.

So, I did just that. After replacing my shirt, I looked in the slightly-cracked standing mirror in the corner and tried to make myself look a little more presentable. The shirt was big, no doubt, so I was forced to tuck it into my trousers, though it was apparent to anyone with eyes that it wasn't mine. I rolled up the sleeves and was grateful for it anyway, no longer feeling as sticky or smelly as I did before.

I was trying to fix my collars, which were crumpling under themselves, as I left the shed, only to find Lucy Gray waiting outside for me.

"You're still here," I said with confusion, pausing.

"Hey, you look great!" she said with a bright smile, approaching me.

"You should be performing–"

She waved her hand dismissively, before helping herself to my collars, already attempting to fix them. "They can survive without me for a set. But you look good. Just gonna fix this up."

"Thanks," I managed to get out, feeling a heat crawl up my neck whenever her fingers brushed my skin. I looked anywhere but at her, hating how close she was stood, and said, "You sure Tam Amber won't mind?"

"I'm sure," she promised, before flattening my shirt and stepping back, tilting her head adorably. "All done. C'mon, we should get back to work."

I nodded, and the two of us returned to the Hob. She gave me a final smile before returning to the stage, and I was about to get back to work when I caught Billy Taupe's obnoxious glare from across the room, his eyes flickering between Lucy Gray and I. Ignoring him, I picked up where I left off and began to take some more orders.

#lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird imagine #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #rachel zegler

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So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

#actuallyautistic #not a shitpost #holy shit how did i spend 3 hours writing this what even is my blog #this blog is supposed to be blue whale anxiety and uncomfortably sexy clown jokes #what am i doing #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #mental health #actually autistic #NOTIFY ME OF ANY TYPOS #i proofread this 5 times my eyes weep an unceasing flood of blood and regret #adhd #actuallyadhd #autism #sensory problems

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on impulse — a bonus chapter for the parent trap au ft. levi.

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— summary: there's a new addition to the family.

— word count: 2.7k

— notes: i wrote this while taking a break from stressing over my finals yey me !! i took the time to unwind and wrote a scenario that's heavy in my mind rn dhwjhd this is definitely the kind of break that i need from doing my finals for one of my classes whew. btw, this happened after the epilogue to clear some confusion 😚 have fun reading !! hope you're happy with this little surprise bc hey i'm not dead !! (i am not inspired by our own pregnant cat at all oop)

reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3 my masterlist is here if you want to check out the previous chapters uwu

This was long overdue.

It has been years since Captain was just a puppy hoarding all of the house slippers and munching on furniture. Now that Altair thought about it, their family dog was the same age as him — his first memory playing and rolling around the matted living room with a puppy Captain. It was quite sad to say that Altair’s best friend was a dog that grew up with him before Caelum came into the picture. The question of having another pet when their golden retriever perfectly filled the role never surfaced from Altair’s mind until he came across a schoolmate of his shouting about visiting their stall during their annual school festival.

Being the ever-curious child he was, Altair made sure to tell Caelum beforehand that he'd be exploring something first, to which the younger twin said yes before going into the direction of the stall selling handmade trinkets. Watching his younger twin bounce off to his own devices, Altair smiled a little. There was a warmth in his chest every time he witnessed that childlike wonder on his brother’s face. Knowing that Caelum was safe while buying whatever caught his eye, Altair walked to the stall with the banner Give Them Homes fluttering against the breeze. His hands were snug inside the pockets of his uniform pants, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as he craned his neck to fully see what was inside the box. There was also a girl with twin braids over her shoulders talking to some students in his grade, the only person coming between him and his goal.

“Altair?”

He looked at the girl and wondered where he saw her. “... I’m sorry?”

The girl made a noise of surprise. “Are you his twin? The one that transferred at the start of the school year? I’m sorry I mistook you as Altair.”

Altair shook his head. Of course, nobody could tell him and his twin apart now. “Uh, I’m Altair. My twin is at the Arts and Crafts stall. You are?” Again, he didn’t mean for his question to sound snobbish but he couldn’t help it. He only heard of this girl today. Plus, he really wanted to see what was inside the box. His curiosity was growing because there were scratching sounds coming from it. Did the boxes house tarantulas? Bugs that he could keep as pets? He hoped his dad wouldn’t find out if he came home with a cage with a tarantula in it. He would do anything to make sure that even Petra, Oluo, and Hange wouldn’t discover his little secret.

“Oh, I’m Naomi, I’m actually in your class,” she sheepishly provided for the onyx-haired boy.

“Huh,” Altair muttered, nodding to let the girl know he was paying attention but his gaze was still set on the box.

Naomi followed his eyes and raised her eyebrows in understanding. “You want to adopt?”

Now, she had Altair’s attention. “Adopt?”

“Yeah! Our club partnered with the pet shop down the street. A lot of their animals gave birth to many babies. We reached out to them, hoping that they’d extend some of the animals’ offspring for the school event. I know some students want to adopt some animals. We also keep track of who chooses to adopt them. We have a record that they should fill in and a bunch of paperwork that they should give to their parents. If we don’t get a response after a day, we’ll have to ask for the student to give back the animal. A parent’s consent is important, so they say!”

Altair stared at the girl with dispassionate eyes, blinking ever so slowly, which made her shrink back until her back bumped into the table. To others, Naomi’s yelp pulled him from his trance but in reality, it was a light tug in his unbuttoned blazer. Altair calmly turned around to face the smiling face of his twin, who was holding a bag of trinkets he managed to buy from the Arts and Crafts stall.

“I finished buying some stuff that we can give to Mum and Dad,” Caelum informed his brother. He turned to the girl, “Oh, hi, Naomi.” The girl waved in greeting, along with the mention of his name. At the blank look harbored by his twin, Caelum leaned back in apprehension. The glint in Altair’s eyes could never be mistaken. It was the same look like the time of the Parent Trap plan or that time where he pulled him to the forest in search of Pokemon. Any ingenious thing he came up with, Caelum always remembered his twin having this intense stare. “What are you planning now?”

“Cae, let’s adopt an animal,” Altair rushed out.

Caelum could only utter a, “What?” His jaw was slack as he watched Altair’s face light up upon seeing the animals inside the box. When he saw the ball of black in his vision, Caelum sharply inhaled. “I agree. Let’s adopt him.” He pointed at the furball in his brother’s hands, holding the animal up as if it was Simba from The Lion King.

Altair’s wicked grin said it all — their father would never agree to this. It was a whisper but Caelum heard it.

“Let’s not tell Dad or any adult about this, okay?”

Levi was an observant man.

He effortlessly pointed out the littlest of things like how you had this franticness in you that you carefully hid, concluding to you juggling too many clients again. He noticed the mannerisms of his workers, seeing as somebody ordered their tea from overseas, also offering to open a new branch out of America. He was always the first one to mention that Captain was feeling under the weather ever since they got him as a family dog. His mother liked to joke that he was innate and was born an empath. Knowing Levi, he brushed it off with a remark that had Kuchel laughing, something along the lines of blaming her for this unnecessary behavior of his. So, it wasn’t that hard when he noted that Altair’s bag was too heavy or that Caelum entered the kitchen way too many times to count in a day.

One thing was for sure; the twins were acting weird and it gave Levi a sense of deja vu.

So, he followed Caelum during one weekend when his youngest son did his kitchen rounds. He had to be as quiet as possible. Then, he was face to face with Altair’s room. Levi heard the lock click in place. It was hard for him to listen in because he respected the boundaries of his family. He never once entered Altair’s room without the boy’s permission. But this time, what his sons were doing, it was suspicious as it is. Of course, it would be. Altair was acting like he was in a spy movie while hiding something behind his back after playing in the backyard. It was pretty comical to watch in the corner of his eyes how the little boy looked at him while walking past the living room or how his back always pressed against the wall.

“You think he noticed?”

Levi narrowed his eyes.

“Who? Dad?”

“Yeah. It’s been a week now and he never said a word yet.”

“Maybe we’re just too good at keeping secrets, Cae. No worries.” The voice kept moving closer to the door. “Dad will never know about this one. It will be the only plan we have that he won’t discover—”

The door opened and Altair bumped into his father’s front.

“Ow! Who the hell stands in front of my door…” Altair’s face betrayed no emotion as he blinked at Levi. Then, he gasped and closed the door. Only for Levi to prevent him from doing so. “Dad!” He nervously laughed, a high-pitched sound that only came out of Altair when he’s lying, or worse, hiding something. “What a coincidence seeing you here! Why are you here? Do you need anything? Food? Uhm, water? We have those here! We will gladly give you whatever you need. Just please let me close this door.”

“Bloody hell,” Caelum’s voice echoed from the inside of Altair’s room. “Not again.”

“Altair Kenneth Ackerman.”

Said boy gulped. Caelum gasped.

Levi glared through the opening of the door that showed Altair’s face. “What have you been hiding?”

“Dad, I swear, I’m not doing anything illegal! I’m only eleven!”

“I know.” The calmness in Levi’s voice sent a chill down the twins’ spines. “So, let me in, Altair.”

“No!”

“Altair.”

“Dad, please.”

“I swear to God.”

“I promise I’d stop playing games during the weekdays. I promise I’d eat more vegetables. I promise you anything that you want me to do, Dad! Just don’t come into my room!”

“No, Rascal, get back!”

“What?” Levi was taken aback. Suddenly, a blur of black sped through the hallway and into the stairs. The door was then opened wide, revealing a disheveled Caelum, who pointed to the hallway with his brother stepping out of the room. Levi shifted his gaze from Altair to Caelum. “What is going on—?”

“Catch that black rascal!”

Altair turned to his younger brother in exasperation. “Was that him?!”

“Yes. Chase him, Al! He’s fast and jumpy and terrified!”

Like nothing happened, Levi was left standing in front of his son’s room, still not comprehending what transpired at the last minute. The thuds of his sons’ footsteps on the floor panels shook him out of his reverie. “Altair! Caelum! Get back here, you brats!”

Your day in the studio finally came to an end. It was a successful gown fitting for a new bride. This deserved a celebration. You were thinking of asking for some help from Petra in making dinner that exuded your happiness in completing the clients’ wishes because you also managed to deliver the three gowns overseas without any hitch. The swish of your day dress and the click of your heels on the floor signified your arrival. “I’m home!” You announced to the first living room. Taking off your heels almost immediately and with them dangling from your fingers, you went inside the homelier part of the mansion and waited for the patter of steps that always wrapped you in hugs. What welcomed you, though, was a soft ball of fur climbing the bottom of your dress. You looked down and to your surprise, it was the cutest little thing of nostalgia looking at you with standing fur.

“Oh, my, where did you come from, little fella?”

You picked up the black Persian kitten and cradled it in your arms. It was stiff and shaking. With a hum, you ran your fingers to help the little guy calm down. It did until the patter of steps you anticipated (along with aggravated shouts) came from the stairs and echoed throughout the house. The kitten stiffened again, squirming in your hold. You had no choice but to let it nuzzle into your neck. You looked up at the staircase with a concerned countenance, wondering if that was really Levi you heard.

“Mum!”

“Mommy!

Then, two voices mixed together. “You found him!”

“Come back here, you two!”

“Him?” you parroted, looking down at the kitten staring at you with big blue eyes. Then, two pairs of arms wrapped around your middle in a welcoming embrace. You laughed while you maintained your balance, thanking yourself for taking off the heels earlier. You felt Altair hide behind you, grumbling along the lines of a crazy old man. You saw your husband stop in front of you, glare murderous enough to make a person sweat in nervousness. You, however, placed a hand on Caelum’s head, ruffling the wavy hair between your fingers. “Love,” you greeted with an amused smile before raising your hand to fix Levi’s hair. At your touch, he felt like he could instantly relax. His eyes softened yet they still held a warning for the two boys using you as a shield. “Do you remember the cat we had during university?”

Levi continued staring at the twins, lips curling when Altair peeked around you to stick out his tongue at him. “Yeah, of course, beautiful, I remember that soulless creature.”

“Don’t you think this little guy here looks like Lele?”

The kitten really looked like the one you two adopted out of impulse. Well, it was because you looked at him with those eyes of yours that he always compared to a puppy. He would never find the strength in him to refuse you if you pull that out. Right now, it wasn’t only you who sported that look, it tripled because of the two boys still hanging onto you. Great, now he’d feel terribly guilty if he said no to this. It took Levi two whole minutes of weighing the pros and cons of adopting another pet. The twins gradually deflated when the silence prolonged even more. It looked like they were going to call Naomi and her club so that the kitten would be returned.

“... What’s his name?”

The twins glowed like heavenly bodies at that.

Altair jovially pulled you to the couch while Caelum pushed Levi until the four of you sat side by side, with the twins in the middle. The kitten is now on Caelum’s lap, having calmed down and slept.

“Rascal,” Altair answered.

“Rascal?” Levi echoed.

“That’s a fitting name, isn’t it?” you laughed.

Caelum trailed his finger on the kitten’s fluffy face, making the pet’s nose twitch. “Yeah, he gave us a hard time the entire week. He was always jumping around our rooms and breaking stuff. We adopted him during that school event.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. “Oh? What about the consent forms?”

Altair nervously laughed again. “... We kinda forged your signature, Dad.”

“... You did what?”

“Boys,” you started, catching their attention, “you know you can ask for our permission, right?”

“But Dad said that he doesn’t want to have another pet after Captain,” Altair reasoned.

You cupped your older son’s face, rubbing your thumb on the apple of his cheek. Your free hand held Caelum’s wrist, your eyes going regarding both of your sons. “Yes, he said that but it wouldn’t hurt if you asked first. If your dad doesn’t agree when you ask for permission, you can always prove that you’re mature enough to care for a new pet. It will take some time but your efforts will pay off. But seeing as Rascal is here, turn this opportunity to show that you two can care for him. Be gentle with him and give him his needs like you would a fragile thing. Judging from his size, he looks like he was only born for a couple of weeks.”

“We understand, Mum,” Caelum smiled, his head turning to the sleeping kitten.

“Al,” came Levi’s voice.”

“I’m kinda prepared already,” the said boy replied with bright eyes.

“Don’t tell me that’s why your bag was too heavy.”

Altair scratched his undercut. “Yeah,” he sheepishly admitted. “Cae and I bought toys and some kitten milk replacer from the pet store. It was no big deal, it came mostly from our savings.”

Despite the near scare he had with Altair, Levi couldn’t help but feel that his boys were constantly reminding him that they’re getting older. Caring for the kitten as their pet would be a huge step for them to develop a sense of responsibility. Levi already had experience caring for a cat and he prayed that he wouldn’t have a repeat of that because your previous feline didn’t like him at all. At least this time, Rascal purred whenever he joined Caelum in trailing his fingers on the fluffy furball. The man’s lips turned into a smile, feeling the urge to show some affection to his sons. He placed a kiss on the crown of Caelum’s head, earning a giggle from the boy, before leaning forward to reward Altair with a kiss on his forehead, to which the older twin whined a Dad at (also rubbing where his father kissed him with red cheeks). He heard your low amused laughs and flashed a beautiful smile at you, lidded eyes painted with all the adoration and love he could muster.

“Bollocks, he peed on me.”

Cackles from Altair rang through.

“Al, you made him drink so much!”

“Sucks to be you right now! But, hey, good thing it wasn’t kitten crap.”

“Okay, okay, why don’t you clean up, Cae. Let me and Levi help prepare his space here in the living room.”

Yeah, Levi wished he could preserve this moment for eternity.

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[bratkook]

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you. 

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming. 

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands. 

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor. 

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going. 

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving. 

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation. 

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out. 

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp. 

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him. 

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes. 

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public. 

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap. 

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked. 

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.” 

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length. 

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in. 

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching. 

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle. 

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was. 

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits. 

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him.  “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it. 

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do. 

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned. 

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now. 

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans. 

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist. 

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him. 

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up. 

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off. 

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing. 

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you. 

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

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