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everyonewooeverywhere · 3 months

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ bf!jongho x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when you come home from a less-than-perfect day, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, but you don't want to call him and ask him to come home while he's out with friends. even though he'd drop everything if he knew you were struggling.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, established relationship, non-idol!au, hurt to comfort, slightly angsty, relatively fluffy (certainly the fluffiest thing i've ever written here)

word count ✭ 2.5k

note ✭ so this was something i really needed to write for myself, i think. for those who don't know (which is all of you lol) i have adhd. where i see it the most in my own life is chronic procrastination. it's something i've had to learn to cope with a lot throughout my life. a lot of times, when i feel the need to avoid feeling the stress of my personal life, i'll scroll on instagram or tumblr forever. which then leads to a heaping ton of guilt in the following hours as i try to make up for lost time. it's a wonderful cycle.

anyway, this is to say, that coping alone can be incredibly difficult. don't get me wrong, i have a handful of wonderful friends (who go to school across the country) and an angel of a therapist, but i often romanticize having someone there to help drag me out of those hopeless cycles. and not because i think i need someone to do it for me, but having that person is a really comforting thought. and, today, that is jongho i guess 😀

that being said, this mc doesn't necessarily have adhd, but they are certainly experiencing something that i experience very frequently as a byproduct of it.

like, is this smut? yeah, but im allowed to be emotional 😗

warnings ✭ mc is stressed af, protected sex, really soft sex (they're in love 😤)

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It was a terrible day. One of the worst you’d had in a while. Nothing seemed to be going your way. You’d ripped your favorite pair of tights this morning when getting ready in a hurry after waking up super late. You’d locked yourself out of the apartment. The seven dollar coffee you’d bought for yourself to cope with aforementioned events had spilt all over your desk, ruining the book you had just received as a gift from a coworker. And, to top it all off, your boss had demanded you to stay late to finish what was supposed to be his job.

So when you finally made it back to your apartment, after waiting in the lobby forever waiting for your landlord to let you in, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch with your boyfriend and fall asleep in his arms.

You were plagued with fatigue as you slipped out of your work shoes and made your way through the kitchen and into the living room, not finding him anywhere. The bedroom the two of you shared was also completely vacant. Nothing had changed since you’d left this morning. He hadn’t been home all day.

Maybe he’s just working late, you thought, slightly defeated knowing you’d have to wait for him, not knowing how long it would take.

Trying to take your mind off of it, you scrolled on your phone for a completely indiscernible amount of time, feeling completely defeated with the day you’d had. Moving in with Jongho months ago has been an incredibly helpful step for you. Before the two of you had lived together, you were a master of procrastinating your own feelings. Constantly letting yourself rot away in your bed and letting the day pass you by. Only to be plagued by that crushing guilt that came with letting a day go by unproductively. Living with Jongho had given you someone to hold you accountable. To pull you out of bed because sometimes it was impossible to do it on your own.

But on nights like these, where your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, which was not a common occurrence, you felt yourself slipping back into the endless cycle of losing yourself in your phone for countless hours.

Hours passed and the sun was almost completely down before you received a text from your boyfriend.

| jongho 🐻🤎: hey love, sorry i had to stay late for work today. i’m gonna go get some drinks with my coworkers.

| jongho 🐻🤎: that ok?

God, you felt so helpless. How horrible and controlling of a partner would you be to tell him ‘no?’ Did he ask? Yes, but you desperately didn’t want to be the girl who always needed to be by her boyfriend’s side. Telling him he couldn’t go out with his friends would make you feel like such a nuisance. You stared at the screen for a good two minutes, biting your thumb, trying to think of how to respond.

| jongho 🐻🤎: y/n?

| jongho 🐻🤎: i can see you read the message. is everything alright?

Before you could even draft a response, his name flashed across the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call.

“Hi,” you picked up.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You could hear some of his coworkers in the background. He must already be at the bar.

You held in a sigh, “Nothing, I’m alright. Why?”

“Y/n, you read and didn’t respond to my message. Like you were overthinking a response."

You didn’t say anything. Overthinking yet another response.

“Love, I don’t even want to be here that badly. If you need me to come home, I will. But you’ve gotta tell me.” He was being so patient with you. So much more patient than you thought you deserved, though he would certainly disagree with that.

You took a deep breath, nearing tears, “I–” this was so incredibly hard, “Can you please come home? I didn’t really have a great day.”

“Of course, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, it’s alright. I just need to see you.”

“Ok, just hang in there alright. Why don’t you hop in the shower, and we can watch a movie when I get back. I’ll pick up some takeout on my way, too.”

When you hang up, you force yourself to get out of bed and get in the shower. It’s so rewarding and feels so relaxing that you can’t imagine why you ever couldn’t get out of the bed in the first place. But, of course, you say that every time.

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By the time you had gotten out of the shower and dried your hair, Jongho had made it home with the takeout he’d promised in hand.

When you left your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the floor in your living room. He’d lit a candle on the coffee table and set the food down with it. You could tell he’d changed out of his work clothes into a hoodie and basketball shorts, mirroring your almost identical outfit. He didn’t notice you at first. He was chatting to someone on the phone, seemingly a friendly conversation, and not one you wanted to interrupt. When he saw you, though, you heard him say goodbye to whoever was on the line.

Throwing his phone down on the couch, he got up from the floor and met you at the door of your bedroom. Pulling you into a big hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“No pressure, but, if you wanna talk about your day, we can.”

You shook your head, “Not really. I just wanna eat, I think.”

The two of you ate, sitting in comfortable silence on the floor in your living room. You noticed as you took in the scene around you, that Jongho had turned off all the overhead lights in the room. Leaving only the candlelight and the string lights around the ceiling to illuminate the room. There was something about warm lighting that made everything feel so much more cozy and comfortable.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most physically affectionate individual, but he never failed to make you feel loved. He always noticed the small things. He was hyper aware of your emotions in the least patronizing way possible. It was little moments like bringing home food for you and turning the cool-toned overhead lights off that reminded you that this man knew you better than anyone.

And that wasn’t something that happened overnight. He tried harder than anyone you’d ever met to know you. Your likes, dislikes, discomforts, phobias, and even your little habits. He knew it all. What he knew most is that you desired so bad to have someone to pull you out of your slump. Which is why he had come home early.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t stay out with your friends,” you whispered, staying focused on the food in front of you.

“I didn’t come home because I felt any obligation to. It’s not that I couldn’t stay out with my friends. It’s that you needed me here at home, and I wanted to come home and comfort you.” He ran a hand over your hair as he finished up his own food.

That was another thing you loved about him. He wasn’t saying this because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted you to know that you were not alone. That you were free to feel your feelings, and he’d always be right beside you to comfort you through them.

“Thank you,” you looked up at him, “I love you, you know that, right?”

“How could I ever forget? I love you, too, y/n.”

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After the food was gone and the coffee table was cleared, Jongho had put on a movie laid down on the couch, holding out his arms for you. When you finally sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, he pulled a quilted blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you.

You paid very little mind to the movie playing on the TV. Instead you were focused on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady beating of his heart, and the minor movements his chest would make when he let out a soft laugh whatever he was watching.

He played with your hair, running his fingers through the strands, softly brushing his fingers over your neck with each pass. This position couldn’t have been more comfortable. Being with the man you loved as he comforted you in the way he knew best with absolutely no complaint was more than you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Jongho would claim that it was the bare minimum, but you always felt the need to let him know how much he really amazed you.

When you reached your hand up to his cheek to brush your thumb over the skin, he looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie playing. He grabbed your hand from his cheek and kissed your fingers, your palm, the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist.

Pulling yourself up to his face, you kissed him as softly as he’d done to your hand. Everything was so soft. From the way he kissed you to the way he caressed the skin under your hoodie right above the waistband of your shorts. From the hand you had in his hair to the way he lifted you to sit more comfortably in his lap.

He kissed your neck just as softly. You sighed contently. Fully basking in the way he took care of you. His movie was fully disregarded at this point as he gripped the bottom of your shirt.

Looking into your eyes he asked, “can I take care of you, love?” You nodded, helping him lift the sweatshirt over your head.

Before you could even comprehend the nakedness of your chest, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your shared bed. Laying you on your back. Your bare skin taking immense comfort in the softness of your sheet. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw his pants off to the side.

He immediately went back to kissing you. Hands moving from your cheeks, down your neck. His thumbs caressed your collarbone as his lips brushed the crook of your neck and then your shoulder. You shuddered when one of his hands took your breast. His lips met the other one, causing you to let out a breathy moan and weave your fingers through his dark hair.

He continued to kiss and touch every inch of your torso. When he got to your waistband, he left a small kiss under your belly button. His big brown eyes meeting your own as he pulled your shorts and underwear off together. Tossing them to the side of the bed.

Lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder, he kissed your inner thigh, still meeting your eyes. The eye contact wasn’t broken until his thumb met your clit. Brushing over it slightly, making you toss your head back into the pillows under you. His mouth replaced his thumb, slowly teasing you.

With his free hand, he took your own hand, the one that wasn’t gripping his hair, and threaded his fingers through yours. Thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

He felt so good. His tongue working so hard to make you feel pleasure. Everything was so gentle, but felt so euphoric. His fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you could’ve floated away with the way he caressed your hand and your thigh. It wasn’t long before you were washed with a wave of pleasure. Everything was hot. You felt it rush through you from your ears down to your cunt. He kissed your thigh one more time after you came, fingers pushing you through the finale of your orgasm.

Your breathing was ragged when he made it back up to your face, kissing you tenderly. Reaching a hand beneath the pillow under your head. He pulled out a condom. Before he could open it, you plucked it out of his hands, tearing it open as he stripped himself of his own underwear before you rolled the rubber onto his length. He groaned at the touch.

“You ready?” He asked, grabbing your arm and kissing your wrist.

You nodded, smiling, “yes. please, baby.”

When he pushed into you, you gasped and threw your head back again. He kissed your neck and shoulder, slowly thrusting into you. On most occasions, you’d beg him to go faster, but his subdued nature in this moment was so incredibly comforting. His thumb massaged your clit.

He kissed you deeply as he thrust into you. Completely overtaking your lips with his own. His kisses were so full of passion that your head spun. His adoration for you was so evident from the way he looked into your eyes when he stopped kissing you. Your foreheads pressed together, separated only by a thin layer of sweat.

“I love you so much, y/n,” he says, just above a whisper. So close that you can feel his breath tickle your lips when he says it.

You moan softly, feeling yourself reach a second high, “I love you, too.”

It’s only a matter of minutes before you reach your orgasm. You grip his shoulders tight as he coaxes you through your climax. Walls fluttering around him as he finishes inside the condom.

He kisses your lips once more before pulling out. He pushes himself off the bed to throw it away. When he comes back, he slides back into bed with you. Breath still slightly ragged.

You laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat once more.

Running a hand over his stomach, you said, “Thanks for coming home early today.”

“Of course, love. You know I’d drop anything to come home to you if you were struggling.”

“I just feel like such a nuisance asking for you to come home,” you groaned.

He ran a hand over your hair, “I will never ever see you asking for help as a nuisance. Sometimes you just need a little push. Or sometimes you just need to lay in someone’s arms. I will always be there to do that for you. No matter the circumstance, ok?”

You wanted to protest, tell him he was too much, too good to you, but he kept going, “I trust you. I know that when you ask me to come home, it’s not because you're insecure or controlling. It’s because you need help, and I want you to always feel comfortable asking for it.”

He’d left you just a little bit speechless. All you could respond with was a gentle kiss on his lips.

For him, though, that was more than enough.

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note ✭ ok this shit got really personal 💀 but i did really enjoy writing it. it's not often that i write a whole oneshot in one sitting but i did today (other than my minor break to eat dinner).

also, i was actually between writing this for vernon or jongho because i felt like they both kinda fit the vibe (sorry if the knowledge that this could have been a hansol fic makes anyone sad), but maybe i'll write something similar for him next time i'm feeling it

again, i hope you enjoyed this! thank you so much for reading 💗

mwah~

#ateez #ateez x reader #jongho x reader #choi jongho x reader #jongho smut #jongho scenario #ateez angst #everyonewooeverywhere

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midnightsnyx · 8 months

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girl at home | mat barzal | part 2

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, lil bit of angst with a sprinkle of fluff and not edited im sorry lol word count: 2.1k authors note: *screams internally* thank you guys so much for the love on this story so far. I was super hesitant to post it at first but I am glad you guys like it! I'm posting this a little early but updates will be every sunday from now on. This chapter is kinda sad but happy times are on the way <3 thanks for the feedback, and if you like part 2, let me know!

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Sitting across from Mat for the first time in almost eight years, doesn’t go exactly as planned. He’s waiting for you even though you arrive fifteen minutes before the agreed time, hoping to rid yourself of the anxiety you are feeling which means he’s been here even longer. So you wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans and stride over to where he’s waiting and sit on the chair across from him. He’s staring at his phone so his head jerks up when he hears you.

The first words that come out of his mouth are: “are you sure she’s mine?”

Which, okay, that’s a fair question because you did tell everybody and their grandmother who asked that Mat was not the one who knocked you up. Of course, nobody actually believed you but there were a few people from your high school that believed it. Most girls who had always had a crush on Mat, would say that you cheated on him and obviously Nora couldn’t be his child because for some reason, they never actually accepted that you and Mat were a couple.

So yeah, his question is fair and you did know he would ask.

“Yeah, we can do a paternity test if you don’t believe me,” you say quietly. It’s not something you necessarily want to do, because then you’d have to come up with some reason to tell Nora why she needs to go get her cheek swabbed or blood tested. She’s as stubborn as Mat, and you would probably have to hold her down to get whatever the doctors needed unless she agreed.

“No, I believe you.”

His words take a huge weight off your shoulders but also replace it with a new one. You know Mat, he’s the kindest soul and has the biggest heart and he’s going to want to at least properly meet Nora and might ask to be in her life. In the first few years of her life, there wouldn’t have been anything you wanted more in the world. However, you’ve grown now and so has she. Your number one priority has to be what is best for Nora, and turning her life upside by introducing her to Mat is scary. For both you and her.

And Mat? Despite what he might think, he’s nowhere near prepared to jump into being her dad.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts.

“Sure,” you say even though you know what he’s going to ask. It’s a question you’re nowhere near ready to answer but you have no choice now.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

He doesn’t sound as angry as you were expecting, maybe thanks to his dad talking to him but there’s underlying hurt. You try to put yourself in his shoes, trying to think if there was anything in the world that would have stopped you from wanting Nora. You know for a fact that if Mat knew, he would have been in her life somehow but you’re not sure if he would have given up the NHL to do it, and that’s exactly why you didn’t tell him.

“I didn’t want to hold you back,” you say softly, watching his facial expression change. He just looked confused before but now he looks sad almost. His eyes close for a moment and when he opens them, you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach.

“I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I did! I do,” you argue. “If you knew about her, it would have kept you away from everything you worked hard for. Your dream was the NHL, Mat. If I told you about her, it would’ve crushed that dream. We didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Who’s we? You and my parents? You shouldn’t have made that choice for me, it wasn’t right.”

“This is a child we’re talking about Mat. Were you really ready at eighteen to drop everything and raise one?”

“Were you?”

“No,” you say truthfully. “But I didn’t have a jersey with my name on the back waiting for me.”

He doesn’t say anything and for a moment, it’s silent between the two of you with background chatter from the cafe. You’re sure that he’s just going to get up and storm out but he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, knotting his fingers together.

“I wish you’d told me,” he mumbles before looking up at you. “I would’ve stayed.”

“I know,” you whisper but you can’t meet his gaze.

. . .

You’re picking Nora up from her day camp a couple of days later when you get a message from Mat asking if he can meet up with you. There’s been no contact since the two of you last met, having left with a short goodbye to pick up Nora. He hadn’t asked to see her and you hadn’t offered so you thought maybe he would leave it but you should’ve known better.

You fire off a sure, see you in twenty, and debate on whether to bring Nora with you or drop her off with your mom. Mat might not even want to see her, but if he’s reaching out to you again it’s probably about her.

“Wanna go meet my friend?” you ask, looking back at her to gauge her reaction. She might just want to go home after all day at camp, but she perks up immediately when you ask.

“The one from the grocery store?” she squeals but narrows her eyes and gives you a suspicious look. “Hey, I thought you said he was a stranger.”

Shoot.

“Well, he was to you,” you try to explain. “I knew him when I was younger.”

“As young as me?”

“As young as you,” you tell her and she grins, nodding her head and shouting an excited yes, so you pull out of the parking-lot and start towards Mat’s parents house. You’re a little nervous to be around his family after dancing around them for so long after Nora was born. Meeting up with Liana wasn’t as hard as you were expecting, but you’re not so sure about his parents. Aside from the occasional awkward greeting, you haven’t properly spoken to them since before Nora and you’re starting to think maybe bringing her will just make things worse but before you can change your mind, you’re parking your car in the driveway.

He’s sitting outside on the porch swing when you step out, and his eyes widen in surprise when Nora climbs out of the car. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to bring her but this could be a good test. If he decides he wants to be part of her life, having all their interactions scheduled wouldn’t be a good start so you decide to just jump in the deep end.

“Hey,” you call out before grabbing Nora’s hand and making your way towards him. He’s already making his way down the pathway and meets you about half way, pulling you into a surprising hug before crouching down to Nora’s level.

“Hey Nora,” he says, smiling gently and offering her his hand to shake just like last time. “Do you remember me?”

She bobs her head once, accepting his hand but tries to hide her face in your leg. Of course now, she’s practicing Stranger Danger, instead of blurting out her full name.

“Mom made dinner, if you guys are hungry?”

Family dinner is just about the last thing you want to do but Nora perks up at the idea of food so you agree, following Mat into the all too familiar home you spent so much time in as a kid. Not much has changed, you realize as you look around the foyer. It feels a bit like coming home but you’re not sure if you were missed.

“Smells good,” you say, trying to make conversation and Mat smiles awkwardly.

“Yeah, mom is making your favorite.”

How she can remember your favorite meal is beyond you, but you’re not about to miss a peace offering and this is certainly one.

“My favorite food is spaghetti,” Nora informs him and you watch Mat nod seriously, taking in anything she says. You try not to look too deep into it because even though he knows she’s biologically his, Nora is still just a cute kid talking a mile a minute about anything and Mat has probably been trained on how to handle excited children.

When the three of you make your way to the living room, with Nora still chatting excitedly, you stop short when you see a picture frame on the wall.

It’s you. Well, it’s you and Mat at graduation. Arms wrapped around each other and Mat kissing your forehead. If you look close enough, you can see past your smile and see the sadness in your eyes. This was before you were pregnant but you were already grieving the loss of Mat. He left for hockey shortly after and your only reminder was the brown haired little girl still talking to Mat.

“Is that you, mama?” Nora asks suddenly, standing on the tips of her toes so she can get a better view. Her nose scrunches up and she looks at the photo, then Mat, and then the photo again.

“Oh,” she says and you sigh.

“Let’s go see Mat’s parents.”

Nadia and Mike are waiting in the kitchen, trying to make it seem like they weren’t listening in on the conversation. Liana is sitting at the table, reading a book casually but you know she was probably listening too.

“This is Mike, Nadia, and Liana,” you tell Nora who lights up at Nadia’s name.

“My middle name is Nadia!” She squeals and you stare at the floor, not wanting to meet any of their eyes. Someone - probably Nadia - inhales sharply and then lets out what sounds like a sob.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Liana says and you look up to see her looking at Nora with a soft smile on her face. Mike has an arm wrapped around Nadia who’s trying, and failing, to hide tears. You’re glad Liana is trying to distract Nora because you’re about two seconds away from crying and Mat must be able to tell because you feel his hand lightly touch your back. His hand lingers for a moment until you take a deep breath and blow it out steadily.

Then his hand is gone and you feel the loss right away.

“Hey, we have a swing outside in the backyard,” Mat tells Nora. “Wanna go check it out while dinner finishes cooking?”

He looks at you for permission so you nod, smiling at Nora when he takes her hand and leads her outside. Liana follows shortly after and then it’s just you, Nadia and Mike. Both their eyes are red rimmed and Nadia only hesitates for a moment before striding over and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you, my girl,” she whispers and all you can manage is a nod because you’ll probably cry now if you try to talk. The two of you just stand there for a couple minutes until Mike chuckles. You pull away, wiping your eyes to see him standing in front of the patio door so you make your way over to see what he’s looking at and almost start crying again.

Mat and Nora are playing what looks like a game of tag, Liana laughing at them while trying to film. It’s exactly the kind of thing you had sometimes allowed yourself to imagine.

“Would you look at that,” Mike says softly.

“He’s a natural,” Nadia agrees. “Always was.”

Then she turns to you with a small smile on her face. “I know the struggles of being a mom. You have to do what’s best for your kids…” she hesitates, gazing outside before looking back at you. “He wants to try, if you’ll give him the chance. We’d all love to get to know Nora.”

You would love nothing more than to have Mat’s family in Nora’s life. For her to get to know her other grandparents but you can’t help but be scared of what could happen if you let Mat into her life. She could get attached only to have him ripped away when he has to go back to New York but you can’t have Nora in Nadia, Mike, and Liana’s life and not Mat’s.

But maybe you owe it to Mat, to give him a chance at having a place in her life after not telling him about her all this time. You were doing what you thought was right - what was right - but if Mat really wants to be part of her life, maybe it’s time.

You look outside and see Nora on Mat’s shoulders with Liana chasing them, before looking back at the woman in front of you and smiling softly.

“I think Nora would love that.”

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wandanatsthings · 2 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

HI, so this is my first fic and first time writing anything so stay with me lol. I love reading ALL of the wandanat x reader fics on here and I decided that I was gonna try myself. Now I know this isn't great or even good for that matter but it is the start of hopefully a great journey and as time goes on I'll continue to get better fingers crossed. So if you have any tips or feedback please feel free to comment and enjoy. :))

(P.s im dyslexic and grammar isn’t my thing)

Word Count: 960

Warnings: I don't think there are any? maybe religious beliefs but it does not go far in detail. It's really just fluffy.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha surprise you by going to church with you one Sunday.

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It was a Sunday morning when you heard the alarm you set the night before go off. The alarm told you It was time to get up and go to church. As you rolled over to turn the alarm off you realized something. Your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Now I know what you may be thinking. "You're gay and are going to church?" I know that may seem a bit off to some people, but the church is somewhere I've always felt safe. It's where I grew up. Even when I was struggling with my sexuality and homophobia I always felt like I could go to church and feel safe and accepted. It was one of the only places you felt that way besides your girlfriend's arms. Speaking of you still had no idea where they were.

Now it wasn't super early. You weren't one of those people who got up to go to church at the butt crack of dawn. It was only 9 am. That meant Natasha should have been back in bed with you and Wanda from her early morning run by now but she wasn't and you had no idea where Wanda was. You decided to get up and go look for them. You had to get up and get dressed soon anyway so you wouldn’t be late. You listened to see if you heard anyone in the bathroom and you didn’t. So You decided to make your way downstairs.

The closer you got to the stairs you could hear lovers laughing together and the smell of Wanda's pancakes. The sound and the smell put a smile on your face.

You walked down the stairs into the kitchen and before they could see that you were there, you just admired them. Seeing them wrapped up in each other’s arms. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist while Wanda was at the stove making sure the pancakes wouldn’t burn because Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life. You loved seeing them so domestic. You also took note that Natasha wasn't in her normal morning workout clothes and Wanda wasn't wearing the pajamas from the night before. You didn't have much time to think about it though, because your beautiful witch finally noticed you standing there.

She walk’s toward you with a smile on her face and open arms. “Good Morning detka how did you sleep?” she asked. “I slept okay, I woke up to an empty bed though,” you say pouting. Natasha then comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist “Good morning baby” she says with a kiss on your forehead. “I'm sorry you woke up alone, we wanted to make you breakfast and ask you something. Isn't that right wands?’ Wanda looks up at you and nods saying “that is right love.” You notice they're looking at each other the way they do when they have something planned. “ You two are up to something,” you say, giving them a look. “Yes but you will find out after breakfast now let's go eat,” says Wanda.

You all follow Wanda to the dining room table with plates of pancakes in hand, you sit down in the seat you always do with Natasha at the head of the table you to her left and Wanda across from you to her right. While you guys are eating you pay more attention to their outfits. Natasha had on a white dress shirt and black slacks. While Wanda had on about the same thing just with an added suit jacket. They both looked nice you thought but you couldn't help but wonder where they were going dressed like that. You couldn't remember them telling you that they had anything planned this morning. So you decide to ask them. “Hey guys are you going anywhere this morning? You look nice” You see them turn to look at each other with smiles on their faces. Wanda is the one to speak up. “Actually yes detka, we were wondering if we could accompany you today at church?” They both look at you with hopeful glints in their eyes.

Now neither one of them was religious in any kind of way but that didn't stop them from letting you go church at all, you never even really talked about it besides them asking you how it went every time you got home. You never invited them simply because you didn't think that they would want to come, but hearing that they were asking you to come made your heart melt. You loved that they were taking an interest in something that meant so much to you. In something that made you who you are. “Detka '' You hear them say in your midst of awing. You snap out of it and say “Yes, Yes I would love for you to come with me’ ‘But are you sure I know you guys aren't religious like that.” “We are so sure sweet girl, we want to see the place that makes you feel safe and the place that makes you, and that brings that smile to your face every Sunday” Natasha says. Wanda then goes on to say “ yes exactly what Tasha said we want the experience and would love to go with you.” You start to tear up at their words you couldn't believe it. “ You don't know how much this means to me. I love you guys so much " And we love you too,” they both say. You all get up and hug each other so tight with smiles on your faces. You look up at them and say “I thank God every day for the love that we share and I will forever cherish it."

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02. ; the meet

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - written, angsty (i hope), mentions of food. i think thats it but always lmk if i missed anything !

author’s note - i surprisingly loved writing this😭 also, pls send an ask if u want to join the taglist ! it gets confusing when yall ask in the comments lol

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(3rd person POV)

The sun is nowhere to be seen. Gray clouds roll in as droplets of wetness start to fall from the sky. But you don’t bother to put your jacket on, you don’t even flinch. Instead, you stay silent as you rock yourself softly on the playground’s swing.

“Mom STOP!”

“GET OUT.”

“MOM PLEASE IM SORRY-”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the memory, the tears that you’ve been holding back finally roll down your face. The soft swinging comes to a complete stop as you let yourself break down, hands covering your face as painful sobs begin to erupt from your throat.

You sniffle and cough, all while tears continuously fall with no end. Dahyun sees this as she pulls up to the park and she can’t bear it. She tears up as she makes her way to you and she lets a couple of tears fall as she wraps her warm arms around your cold, fragile body.

At this moment you think, “Dahyun is such a good friend”. Because while she usually hates getting wet (especially with clothes on), here she is: holding your soaked body against her dry one. She rubs your back comfortingly as she whispers words of encouragement into your right ear. All in the middle of this pouring rain.

10 minutes go by and you’re finally ready to open your eyes. Your eyes are bloodshot and your face is messy with tears. Dahyun looks no better as she takes a look at your face. She laughs at how ridiculous you look, and for once, you laugh too. She pats you on the back twice before walking back to her car, deciding to let yourself calm down a bit longer while she gets the car to warm up.

You sniffle, soon followed with a heavy exhale. You stare out into nothing as you internally panic.

“Where am I gonna live now?”

“How am I supposed to get a job?”

“What am I gonna do with my life?”

All these thoughts run crazy through your mind. But you dismiss it, for now at least. With a final sigh, you get off the swing and make your way to Dahyun’s car.

The ride to Dahyun’s apartment was uncomfortable. Only because you were soaking wet and your clothes didn’t feel good against your skin. Not to mention you were super itchy. So you were so glad when Dahyun finally pulled up to her apartment complex.

“I’ll grab you a towel real quick.” Dahyun says as you both reach her front door. You nod and watch her run into the small apartment.

You decide to look around the apartment as you wait. The living room looked nice and comfy. There were two gray couches facing each other with a rectangular glass table in the middle. The TV was up against the wall and you couldn’t help but notice the PS5 displayed next to it.

“Since when did Dahyun play video games?”

Your thoughts are soon interrupted when Dahyun comes back with a white towel in her hands. She wraps it around you with a smile and rubs it onto your body.

“I can do it myself, you know.” you say with a giggle. Dahyun shrugs.

“Doesn’t matter. I want to do it.” At that, you playfully roll your eyes but you let her do it anyways. When she’s finished, she smiles brightly at you and guides you into the apartment.

“I left a pile of clothes on my bed for you to wear. You can just go to my room and change.” she says, walking to the kitchen.

Down the hall there are 3 doors. You assume one of them is the bathroom and the other two are bedrooms. You open the door that has a little Hello Kitty sticker on it, but your face only scrunches in confusion.

The room is nice and clean. It smells good, like light vanilla. The bedsheet is light gray and the duvet is white. There’s a PC set up in the corner with a little light projector just sitting on the desk. The walls are decorated with anime posters and that’s what really makes you confused.

“Dahyun literally hates anime…”

Out of nowhere, Dahyun comes up from behind you.

“Oh! Girl, this ain’t my room” she laughs. You turn around, startled.

“It’s not?”

“No!” she continues to laugh, “my room is the other one, come on”

She then leads you to her actual room and everything makes more sense. Her bed is completely white and there’s a vanity in the corner of the room. LED lights decorate the ceiling while the walls are covered with pictures (you being in majority of them). Light pink flowers are seen in random areas of the room and everything just screams Dahyun… but then whose room were you previously in? You just assume that its her boyfriend’s room and move on.

On Dahyun’s bed lies an over-sized white tee paired with some black shorts. You smile as you realize that these clothes were originally yours to begin with. How they ended up in Dahyun’s apartment, you have literally no clue. But you think it’s cute that she still has them.

When you finish getting dressed, you go to the kitchen where Dahyun is waiting for you with a big bowl of ramen. She smiles widely as she sees you entering the kitchen.

“You’re probably starving! Come eat” she says, patting the chair next to hers. And that’s exactly what you do. As you eat, you conversate with Dahyun. You know that she wants to talk about what happened earlier. Which is why you bring it up.

“My mom…” you start, “my mom was… really angry”

Dahyun’s eyes soften and her hand immediately makes its way to your back. You continue talking, blinking away the tears as you do.

“She wanted me to become the CEO of her company but I said I didn’t want to. And- and then she started yelling at me… telling me that I’m useless and…” You couldn’t finish yout sentence as the little tears started to become bigger.

“Oh Y/n…” Dahyun whispers sadly. She hugs you as you let out a single sob.

“Y/n look at me,” you do as she says, “you’re not useless. Shit, you’re the literal opposite. Your existance itself is so important and you just… shine.”

You nod at her words, looking at her like a little kid looking at her teacher.

“Don’t let your mother bring you down because she has never been there for you. She has literally no right to tell you what you are and what you aren’t because she doesn’t even know you, Y/n. She never tried getting to know you and I honestly feel bad for her because now she doesn’t even know how much of a star you are.” Dahyun sighs, wiping the remaining tears away from your cheek.

“She doesn’t know…”

“Dahyun, I love you much ughhhh” you whine, hugging her tightly. She giggles before hugging you back.

“But… UGHH where am I gonna stay? I have no house, no job, no car- nothing” you say with a pout. Dahyun inhales.

“Well, if it’s okay with you…” she looks down and fiddles her fingers together, “you could stay here?”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“I know it’s not the biggest place ever… but you could stay in my room! I’ll literally order a new bed just for you and- and we can go shop for some new clothes for you and-”

“Dahyun!” Your voice seems to make her stop ranting. She tilts her head at you as you smile.

“I would love to stay with you.” You both squeal and jump around happily.

“AHH I’m so happy! Okay so tonight you can sleep on my bed, and then tomor-”

“Wait,” you stop Dahyun once more, “who sleeps in the other roo-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by the door opening. At that moment, a tall man with brown fluffy hair walks through the door. He’s wearing a black tee shirt with a gray zip-up over it. His jeans are baggy and his ears are plugged by the headphones he’s wearing.

“He’s beautiful…”

This time, Dahyun’s voice takes you out of your trance and the words that come out of her mouth makes your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach.

“Oh! Y/n, meet my little brother, Jungkook” Dahyun says with a wide smile. That’s when his eyes meet yours and you swear your heart skipped a beat. His eyes widen ever so slightly as a smirk is evident on his lips.

This can’t be good…

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waechan · 1 month

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love is patient, love is kind.

pairing: mark lee x reader (jisung plays a rly small role)

genre: angst, sorry guys lol

wc: 704

notes: i've been going through a lot of relationship/crush problems so i just wanted to vent through my writing and share what i'm going through with u guys somehow! the guy i like is very mark coded so that's where were going with this one- thanks for listening and supporting me:)

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mark came out of nowhere. i met him through jisung, and we went to go hangout at an outdoor mall that day. i remember everything.

he was funny, sarcastic, super cute, and if i'm not wrong, flirted with me the entire day. his lingering touches, his hand on my back when he walked by me, the smiles he gave me when he thought i wasn't looking.

we hungout almost every day with the rest of the group for a while, but then the we started to communicate and call on the phone separately, just the two of us.

calls switched to facetimes, facetimes changed to hanging out in person, and whenever we did hangout i felt the rest of my world melt away.

he showed me what others couldn't. he showed me bliss, ignorance (in the greatest way possible), fun, pure joy, and comfort.

we were in the back of my car one day, eating food that the two of us had picked up, and we were out watching the stars. it was sprinkling, but we were protected by the open trunk. we shared a blanket, and we were both just staring, in silence. comfortable silence.

i looked at him and he looked at me, and he tilted his head.

"what?"

"nothing." i whisper as i look away, feeling my heart race.

"you okay?"

i nod.

"yeah, i'm good."

"you want a hug?"

i freeze, and before i know it i'm declining. god, i was so nervous.

"no, it's fine. i'm okay."

"alright then." he says as he shrugs.

i should've said yes.

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we drove home afterwards, and it was late, almost midnight. i drop him off at his house and i'm about to leave, but he comes running outside with his dog.

"it's not my dog, it's chenles but i'm taking care of her for him."

my eyes widen in happiness as i hold her in my arms, and i hold her close. she was nestled comfortably against me, and i cuddled up to her.

i could feel his stare on me, and he took a picture. i saw him in my peripheral, and he was smiling. he laughs.

"you look funny."

i went home, and he sent the picture to me later that night. i smiled when i saw it.

i looked beautiful. i looked truly happy.

i really hope that's how he saw me.

beautiful.

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now, i stare at him across the gym.

he wasn't looking at me, and i knew he was avoiding my gaze on purpose.

my heart still beat for him, my cheeks still got red when i saw him. i knew i wasn't over him, but how would i ever be? i never got the closure.

i feel a tap on my shoulder and i'm snapped back into reality as i force a smile towards whoever had touched me.

i'm met with jisung standing right next to me, tilting his head as he smiles right back, completely oblivious. "you okay?" he asks softly as he looks at me, looks at me like i'm the only girl in the world, the only girl who mattered. my heart clenches...

but not in the good way.

me being the people pleaser i am, i nod and i smile. i lean closer to him, pretending to be okay, and i look him dead in the eyes to once again pretend.

"great.

i'm great."

well i wasn't. i missed him, and i still wondered if he missed me. he had to, the way he looked at me, the way he treated me, the time he spent with me.

i feel someone's gaze on me as i turn instantly to look.

he's staring at me.

mark, he's looking right at me.

our eyes lock, my heart skips a beat.

oh how i wanted to go over and hug him, to cry, to smile, to do anything. to be with him again like i had been before.

i take a step in his direction.

he turns away and walks right out of the room.

love is patient, love is kind. love is dangerous.

i loved him. how was i ever going to move on?

remember this;

love is patient.

and it takes its time.

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lol so yeah thats my love life rn, im in love with this guy but his friend and i had a talking stage recently but i realized that he was just a distraction and i feel horrible

i really hope you feel the emotion and care that i have for this guy in this story, i just wanted a place to rant and just relieve myself from all these feelings i have

ty for being a group of people i feel safe with<3

#nct dream #nct dream x reader #kpop #nct dream imagines #nct dream angst #nct #mark lee #park jisung #mark x reader #jisung x reader

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shootingstarrfish · 1 month

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Hi I wanted to ask one of my fav obey me artists this question: Least favorite to favorite characters? If you wanna say why, that'd be cool. If anything! Please have a nice day!

hii there!!! dearest anon stop being so nice you're going to make me cry AHSHDHD thank you,,, <33333

but what a fun question! for anyone who doesn't want to read my stupid long explanation for each character i will leave this tierlist here! all tiers (except the first tier) are organised by most to least liked within the tier from left to right

no i dont hate lucifer, it's just facebook relationship status (aka complicated <3)

i have plenty of opinions though so i'll go ahead and give some explanations too!! >:D under the cut because there's a lot of rambling here LOL

some of the list is a bit boring because i cant really say i hate or even dislike any characters, and i don't wanna be mean about any characters just cause they're not necessarily my favourites so!

that being said lucifer pisses me off to a comical degree and he absolutely doesn't belong at the bottom but my feelings about him are so ridiculously complicated i don't know where else he belongs? i wish so badly that i could hate him in an uncomplicated way and move on but as an eldest sibling he's such a personal attack on me and i hate it. he's me, i'm him it's horrible. every time i start to think "ahh he's not that bad" he opens his mouth and makes me regret thinking that. i still think about the time i chose to kiss him on the ferris wheel and he held his hand out after and i took it and he said it reminded him of his dead sister, i will never stop holding it against him. he deserves to be loved and taken care of and he also should be thrown off a cliff. im quite certain if i had to assign myself a sin i would pick pride and i hate it >:( (this is all very lighthearted lol)

diavolo used to viscerally annoy me for no good reason when i first started the game, but over time he's grown on me and i'd say now i'm neutral-positive on him!! no idea why i hated him, i was just very salty for no reason hahaha i've recently come to appreciate his character a lot more, im very :( about how lonely he must be and i want him to have more genuine friends please solmare

i think mephisto really is just the kind of character i need to see more of to like, he's very interesting to read character analyses of (and kinda relatable tbh?) but i just need more in game is all! i love his silly lil poses those are real fun, and he is pretty

levi is another i also used to hate out of nowhere? i was neutral on him initially and then i suddenly hated him with a burning passion until one of my friends told me she really loved him and im physically incapable of hating a character my friends love so we're chill again HAHA slowly beginning to like him though! what a pathetic sopping wet cat of a man, it's GREAT

OUUGHH i so badly wanna be able to love beel more, it hurts me to have to put him here but unfortunately this is the way it is... i think it's more accurate to say i love the idea of beel? and ive noticed i really like him everywhere that isnt the game, which again is unfortunate :,)))

LUKE IS MY SON he is babyyyyyyy that's all i have to say <333 my precious lil sonboy he deserves the whole entire world

everyone loves mammon, and i am no exception :D he's not necessarily my type hence why he's neatly placed right in the middle but ugh i love a guy who tries and fails miserably to act tough but is super sweet inside, what a guy <3 ok i flip flopped between putting satan and simeon in the love tier because i am so very fond of both of them, but that's too many characters up there so imagine they're both in a weird tier purgatory between the 2 LOL

i am in fact going to marry simeon and then we will raise luke together it's a fact simeon is everything he's pretty and beautiful and a very complex and interesting character ahhh

SATAN MY LOVE he's a very interesting case to me in that i feel on paper he should be the kind of character who would be on the top of the list! he's smart and kind and unhinged and would kill for you and he likes cats!!! truly husband material i adore him

im going to marry thirteen, thanks for listening to my ted talk <3 my darling beautiful wife who would laugh hysterically if i fell down the stairs i love u thirteen <3333333 we will be wed tomorrow and we will live the dream in her silly lil cave of pranks and curses

i dont know what it is about raphael but i adore him??? is it the wet kitten swag? the done with life expression? his ridiculous outfit? i couldnt tell you but i saw him for the first time and i was immediately obsessed everything i learn about him just makes me more obsessed, i love the fact that he enjoys solomons cooking, the way he's good at sewing and is kind but kinda scary, what a fun character

i could talk endlessly about solomon oh how i love this silly househusband wizard guy i was pretty neutral on him in the og game, and then he swiftly stole my heart in nightbringer and now i would eat his terrible cooking any day of the week just to see him smile <3 if i die seeing him happy that's probably the best way to go out all his calls and messages are sooo cute and they make me melt im in love please just one chance...

barbatos and solomon are typically equal on the list i'd say? but the barbatos brainrot is hitting harder now so he gets to be ever so slightly higher this once hahaha barbs is another that took a while to grow on me, not that i ever disliked him or anything but i definitely overlooked him at first! design wise i absolutely LOVE him, his demon form is definitely one of my absolute favourites. the unique but still put together suit?? the ruffles?? the bone wing horns?? ugh he's just very pretty, and SO interesting as well love a calm collected guy who totally has the potential to destroy you if he so wishes but has a soft spot for you

and of course, real shocker im sure, at the tippy top of the list would be asmo and belphie my beloveds <333 i love them both equally and i could never put one above the other i actually started playing obey me for belphie because one of my favourite character tropes is The Tired One TM, and im absolutely not immune to a cute emo boy either. i've grown to really love his sass and the way he hides his manipulative nature behind his sweet and innocent appearance hehe i also do love how ridiculously forward and blunt he is at times, what a silly guy while belphie was very predictable, asmo was a very out of nowhere character for me! i distinctly remember seeing him initially and thinking "avatar of lust?? i guess he's pretty but he'll probably just be the fuckboy character who makes nonstop innuendos and has no character beyond that, and i'm too asexual for this" so i avoided him a lot at first, but i'm very weak for how kind and gentle and charismatic he is, and the way he puts his all into everything and everyone <333 it didnt take long for me to realise that he's almost exactly the kind of person i aspire to be more like

also miura ayme gives me so much gender envy its not fair send tweet

#if u read all this.... thank u sdfhjhd i am high fiving u right now <333 #AND THANK U FOR ASKING ANON this was fun to consider #i like overthinking categories and lists so this was delightful for me #ask box #obey me

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destinyc1020 · 13 days

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sometimes I think the kid as in Tom was not meant to be this famous. Like his moves are suspicious to me. I would not be surprised if Harry is his publicist. He doesn’t move like a celebrity should idk the complete disregard about the discourse around his name in the last few months has made me realize that he operates in a very short sighted arena. Like I will be honest I am so dumb founded by his lack of response to this whole thing. I mean, this play is just a play right? It is not meant to make or break anything for him. But now it’s breaking him. The very community that he is entering aka the theatre community ( esp black theater in south London) is not happy. So this has now already created this persona about him to the people consuming this art.It really saddens me because I know the kid doesn’t have a bad bone in his body but he lacks foresight. I’m sure Sydney Sweeney would have made a statement if she was in the situation because she cares about pr. I bring her up because we all know Tom has better character than her but she understands her position in this business. Tom doesn’t. Im really frustrated. I wish there was something we could do but like today with his twitter he is not on top of shit! It’s hard to defend him. If Fran comes out of this and speaks and says she wishes he would have done more then it’s really really fucking bad. He missed the chance to be lauded by the community now he is being scrutinized and honestly he deserves it

I understand your frustration Anon, but I think you're catastrophizing things just a bit.

First of all, British theater will be JUST FINE, they LOVE Tom over there (do you forget he started off in British theater?? 🤔 He's not some nobody).

Second, the tickets for all play dates have already been sold OUT. They sold out in like 2 HOURS. People are gonna be sat for this play regardless of whatever "issues" are going on inside of the Twitter app.

Most ppl attending that play probably have no clue what was going on online anyway on Twitter. 🙄

The only people complaining about this casting were racist ppl who o more than likely didn't have a ticket to the show in the first place.

Third.... Sydney Sweeney is nowhere NEAR as famous as Tom is, so while she might be good at "PR", when you're SUPER famous (like Tom is) you do have to think extra hard about your actions (and non-actions).

Lastly, while it's frustrating.... You have to keep in mind that you're just a fan, and to know your place. You don't know everything, you don't see everything. We don't know what Fran might come out saying in the future. She might talk about how Tom and the rest of the cast was super supportive of her, and bought her cards and flowers, and helped her to feel welcomed.

When you make assumptions, you.... well, you know the rest lol 😆

I'm just saying, while it cad be frustrating, I think that as a fan, you have to realize that we don't know ALL the facts, we don't know what will happen in the future, and we don't need to hate on someone in retaliation.

Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

Either you're a fan, or you're not... It's your own choice. I personally don't feel like celebrities are perfect, so I afford them some grace, even if they've disappointed me in some way (depending on what it is of course).

Just take a deep breath and breathe.....

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your writing is incredible and i cannot believe you don't have more followers - seriously! have you ever considered writing about Cassian x reader and moments of intimacy? like not explicit or sexual per say but just those moments of intimacy you share with a romantic partner that are not written about enough. i love you and thank you for your service to the very dry desert that is this fandom - you are the watering hole that never dries up and is not a mirage

hello!! haha thank you! i love this idea!!! i might write a longer like. actual piece of writing but for now im in headcanon mode. here are some of the ideas going swooooosh in my head . im running w mechanic! reader because i'm deep in that 'verse.

warnings: none lol just sweetness. fluff.

___ - even though he's such a lone wolf when it comes to being a spy - and also because he's lost almost everyone he's ever loved - we see especially in the earlier episodes of andor that cassian is pretty enthusiastic about physical touch when it comes to the people that he loves.

- he's a hugger with people he cares about, which is one thing, but i also see him as the sort of person that, when he gets close to and comfortable with you, he'll lean into those casual points of contact you have with a person. - like sitting next to each other; shoulders or legs touching. the warmth of someone next to you, the comfort of contact from someone you trust. i also think he'd be pretty into holding hands whenever humanly possible. - visiting you in the hangars; greeting you by squeezing your hand. holding it while you're talking, or walking somewhere. just casual, comforting points of contact. - but like he'd try to be cool about it because he tries to be cool about everything. - he's like a cat. won't let anyone touch him except like one or two special people. - one of my favourite emotional intimacy things with any kind of relationship is when you reach the point that you don't have to perform or be anything other than your natural self around someone - cassian would love this. he has to put up a facade every day. for the work he does. for being undercover. for being a leader. - being able to just sit in silence, being able to decompress. talk about your day. be closer to Kassa than Cassian Andor, Hero of the Rebellion. going to his room at the end of the day and being able to cuddle up in complete silence and relax. - being able to be angry, or irritable, and knowing that even if either of you snap at each other, you'll sort it out. acceptance of people's moods and behaviours comes with time. - he's a prickly guy. like y'all would for SURE have arguments about something or other. but he's incredibly loyal. and for you? who wouldn't want to keep that man forever? not letting him go any time soon. - when you reach a point where you don't have to communicate verbally about things - like when someone's pissing you off in the mess hall in a group setting; just being able to make eye contact with each other and you're both like 'fuck this guy.' - if cass came back after a mission or you come to your room after a long day, and the other just knows what the vibe is by reading your body language. - the thing where you say the same thing at the same time because you spend so much time together, and it's sort of dumb or embarrassing, but you also feel sort of proud of the connection you have. - he's such an eye contact dude. he says a lot with his eyes. i'd think you'd get very good at knowing exactly what he's thinking. and a little (a lot) flustered if it's obvious he's looking at you affectionately. - the THING my other favourite thing is when someone you love does something that's so them and you're just immediately flooded by the i love this person!!!!. and you feel like you have to say it before it explodes out of you. - cassian isn't a super verbose guy emotionally speaking but he does alright. - so i'm not sure if he'd ever just say the "i love you" out of nowhere like i mentioned but... i think in the right situation. on that rare occasion?? yeah he'd say it. and it would probably make your knees weak because he's a very earnest person.

that's all from me.. those are my ideas rn. thank you for the ask !!!

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x gn reader #cassian andor x gn! reader #cassian andor x you

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high-functioning-lokipath · 1 year

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You said maybe but I'm definitely asking. Sam saving Bucky. All the feels, all the closure and pent up pain they've both held, IM HERE FOR IT AND FOR YOU TO MAKE MAGIC OUT OF THIS

A/N: This is going to have a Y/N reader character but she will not be the main focus. The main focus here is Bucky healing from…well…everything LOL PLEASE KEEP IN MIND...I did not write this as a Sambucky ship fic. I respect the ship but it's just not what is intended here. Thank you. Also, I added in a Loki & Thor quote because it fits all too perfectly 🤣🤣 There’s also an A/N at the end bc saying it here might spoil it LOL @buckyalpine I cannot thank you enough for requesting this! It was super fun to write and I hope you love it!!!!

“Alright, listen up,” Sam says loudly, tossing a file on the conference room table. Bucky groans loudly and Y/N elbows him.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep doing missions,” She reminds him. Bucky nods reluctantly and sits up to pay attention.

“We were informed of activity at an old Hydra base. We don’t know if it’s remnants of the original group or a new group but either way-”

“We need to shut them down,” Y/N speaks up. Sam nods and brings up the map.

“There is a problem though.” Bucky audibly swallows at seeing it. Y/N takes his hand but he pulls away and sits back again.

“So whats the plan?” Sam clears his throat and sighs.

“Well that’s the problem. We’re actually going to be intercepting a few of them who we think are the brains of the operation.”

“And, um, where are we intercepting them at?”

“Right here.” Sam zooms in to a mountain side above an old rail line. Y/N gulps, glancing over at her boyfriend. “Now, Y/N and I can do this alone. But-”

“No.” Bucky stands up, his arm whirring as he opens and closes his fist. “She cannot go. I won’t let her.”

“Buck, I understand you don’t want her there. But I can’t do it alone.”

“Who said you’d be alone?” Bucky walks out.

“Y/N-”

“It’s okay, Sam. Let him go with you. He needs it.”

“I’ll take care of him. I promise.”

By the next morning, the two are on their way, Y/N staying back at Bucky’s orders. “Are you sure about this, Bucky?” Sam asks for the millionth time. Bucky nods in reply, not saying a word. The two land on the mountainside and Bucky lets out a dry chuckle, finally breaking his silence.

"At least I know it's not payback for the Cyclone," He smiles, hiding his nervousness. Sam pats his shoulder and sighs.

"No, it's payback for the pimp suit in Madripoor." The two chuckle for a moment before Sam gets an alert from Redwing. "They're here." He opens his wings, grabbing Bucky by the special harness they've made for missions for an easy entrance and getaway.

"I hate this," Bucky grumbles before takeoff, looking very much like a grumpy cat.

"Come on. You love it," Sam replies with a smirk.

"I hate it."

"It's great. It works every time."

"It's humiliating."

"Do you have a better plan?"

"No."

"We're doing it." Sam takes off, carrying Bucky. The two land on the train and climb inside. "Do you always duck face into missions?" Sam whispers as they enter the train.

"I'm concentrating which, may I remind you, is critical to the mission."

"No need to bark at me, White Wolf." Bucky rolls his eyes and doesn't reply. The two try to advance to the front when suddenly two groups of soldiers close in on them from either end of the train car.

Sam throws the shield, knocking out a few of them, and it bounces back towards Bucky. He catches it, shoots at others closing in on them, and then throws it back to Sam.

Their little dance continues for some time before all the soldiers are incapacitated. As Sam and Bucky proceed, there's the sound of something powering up behind them. One of the soldiers wasn't completely knocked out. "Bucky! Watch out!" Sam yells. But it's too late, a powerful blast shakes the car, blowing out an entire side. Sam was protected by the shield, but Bucky is nowhere to be seen. Then Sam sees a speck of gold and black. "I've got you!" He yells, running over to Bucky who was hanging onto the side of the train over the edge. Sam grabs his arm, smiling. "I got you, man!" The train hits a bump and both are thrown out.

Bucky’s bloodcurdling scream pierces the air. “You’re not dying today,” Sam says under his breath. He activates his wings, swooping around under Bucky, catching him midair and pulling up just before they hit the ground. “See? I told you I got you!”

“You- I- We-” Bucky gasps, holding onto Sam for dear life.

“Don’t start cryin’ on me. Those tears are gonna freeze to this suit and you know how much I love it,” Sam teases. Bucky laughs loudly, shock setting in and sending his emotions haywire.

Sam flies them to the safehouse they’d established, landing in the yard. He sets Bucky down and turns to walk up to the house. “Sam?”

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“I-” Tears start rolling down Bucky’s cheeks and Sam pulls him into a hug. Bucky immediately returns it, sobbing softly. “Thank you! Thank you, Sam!”

“You’re welcome, Bucky. I-”

“Buck. You definitely can call me Buck now.” Sam can’t find the words to reply, tearing up a bit himself. The two eventually go inside and settle in for the night. Sam starts some dinner while Bucky lights the fire. As he works, Bucky has to keep adjusting his arm, opening and closing his fist repeatedly.

“You might want to call your girl,” Sam suggests, tossing Bucky his phone. “Let her know we’ll be home tomorrow.”

“But we-”

“We need to go home. It’s clear that catching guys on trains just isn’t the way to do things,” He smiles and Bucky chuckles in reply.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” Bucky gets up, resetting his arm and walks over to the kitchen, leaning on the counter across Sam. “I-um, thank you. I really can’t express it enough.” Sam sets aside what he’s working on, turning the stove down to pay attention. “It was like everything was happening again. All I could see was Steve looking down at me, the cold was nearly unbearable at that moment. I felt it, you know. I could feel my arm again for a moment. And the pain. It still hurts," he admits.

“Buck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“No, it wasn’t your fault. I wanted to come. Part of me wanted to prove that I could do it.”

“We could have. You could have. I know that. But unfortunately we went in before we were fully prepared.” Sam sighs and pats Bucky’s shoulder. “We’ll be better prepared next time we try to catch them. But we won’t try the train again. I should have thought about it more. I’m sorry.”

“No. I-I’m glad.” Sam looks at Bucky in complete surprise. “You, well, you saved me. You helped me. You were there for me. I didn’t die. I didn’t lose my arm. Or my other arm. I wasn’t taken and brainwashed. I’m okay. I’m really okay!” Bucky laughs loudly, through tears streaming down his face. “I’m okay! For the first time in decades I’m okay!”

"Come here, man," Sam says, walking around the counter to Bucky. He pulls him into his arms again, hugging him tightly. "We're brothers now. I'm not gonna let you go. You got that?"

"Got it. You're with me till the end of the line," Bucky jokes, abit sadly.

"I'm afraid the end of the line has come and gone. But I'm still here. I'm with you till the end of forever and then some."

"End of forever. I like that."

When they get back to the tower, Bucky doesn't tell Y/N everything right away, but she can tell. Bucky and Sam now go on morning runs every day together. Their laughter fills whatever room they're in. Bucky smiles. A lot. She can tell he's truly happy once more. A side of him that had been taken away decades ago. Who would have guessed that such a fall could raise up a part of him he thought was lost.

As the three sit down for dinner together, Bucky smiles. He's got his family. They're all a little broken but he loves every bit of them. His beautiful Y/N, his new kitten Alpine, and most of all Sam. Best friend didn't seem strong enough. The two had truly become brothers. They went together now like-

"Salt and pepper," Bucky says aloud, chuckling softly. The anniversary of his and Sam's first mission together was coming up. And he just had the perfect idea.

"What was that?" Y/N asks.

"Nothing, doll," He replies. But he knows what he'll be ordering on a set of t-shirts that night.

A/N: The t-shirts inspired by this LOL

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#james bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes #winter solider #white wolf #falcon #captain america #y/n mentioned but not main focus #bucky x reader #sam and bucky bonding #NO SAMBUCKY SHIPPING #bucky healing #emotional trauma addressed #fix it fic #bucky finally gets closure

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fulgurbugs · 5 months

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as per the results of the poll i picked up g3 lagoona blue for 15.69 at target today, just finished unboxing her, so here’s my look at her! i’m at home and my stands are at school so this jar of paper stars will be helping her stand today.

so i was slow to come around on g3 lagoona (i mean, she’s pink! wadda hell mattel you go changing MY lagoona….. smh) and i was going to wait for a doll of hers that wowed me to get one of her, but the more versions i’ve seen the more i think her first core doll has been my favorite and i feel like i’ve seen it’s vision the most. so since she’s discounted i felt like i’d get her as a little pick-me-up after my doctor shit yesterday.

first thoughts: if you hate these rainbow shorts you’re wrong. they are my absolute favorite piece of this outfit, they tie all her pastel colors together and the little fin ruffles on the sides are just adorable. i’m also a fan of her asymmetric earrings and her fanny pack.

now, her pet and accessories:

neptuna is her pet, and she comes with a seashell backpack, shellphone icoffin, kelp chips, goldfish carton, sunglasses, water bottle, and her extra outfit piece is a swimsuit. i think my favorite accessory out of this bunch is definitely the water bottle, the cap being a whale tail shape is super cute! the pink items are sooooo neon tho, and don’t really match the other various pinks lagoona has going on.

now neptuna… she’s cute, and i do love her, but like. what the hell is she? she’s some kind of mammal cat/dog/fish hybrid, im continually impressed with g3s ability to turn any kind of animal that the ghouls had as a pet into a dog version of it. objectively hilarious

her leg fins are removable, her arm ones are not. i also tried on the second outfit piece on her, gotta say i don’t love this swimsuit on her, like this orange is just nowhere else in the color scheme and i think it’s look better in blue/pink/purple tbh

now as for hair this is some of the better box saran ive seen, not to tangly looking so i’m happy. i absolutely love this hair blend, with the two streaks in front and layers of blue and purple in the back. i also like this blonde overall for her, i don’t really like some of the more yellow versions a few of her dolls have.

anyways that’s it! will get goona back home to the dorm display soon so she can join all her monster ghoul friends and get a real stand lol

#dux doll tag #dux doll review #she’s a cutie patootie #i always like how dolls look more unboxed as well #so freeing her from her prison im appreciating the g3 goona

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lostfracturess · 2 months

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okay i’ve loved s&c since i started reading it but my god…chapter 8 was seriously one of the best things i’ve read and has made me just insanely connected to this story. so pls excuse me if this ask is obnoxiously long i’ve got a lot to say 😭🤚🏼

first off lol i just need to get this off my chest but the SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER…IMMACULATE. I GOT TINGLES im so immune to smut since i’ve read sm of it but oh my godd when he said “fuck i cant hold back any longer. let me fuck you already or i’ll cum in my pants” I HAD BUTTERFLIES IN TWO DIFF PLACES FROM THAT🧍🏻‍♀️…also i like how realistic the sex feels,, like it genuinely reads like two adults in this sort of complicated relationship still desiring one another, mature & sexy yet classy at the same time? bravo seriously (also reader getting the lingerie hehehehrhrh)

the way you built the tension throughout the entire chapter regarding satoru’s super mysterious phone calls and his reluctance to share anything w reader. so wonderfully laced into all of the scenes, there was this sense of dread throughout that simmered even during the fluffy scenes and oof it was a wonderful but torturous feeling haha

speaking of fluff- when he keeps mentioning “love” and now marriage!! pls 😭 it came out of nowhere but i feel like his brazenness to say it so soon makes me believe that he really means it if that makes sense?? :”) one of my fave lines from the chapter was

“he was stating it as a fact, something that was a done deal…he’s simply been waiting for you to catch up.”

that has to be one of the most romantic things i’ve EVER read in my life. a chill legit ran through me haha like if that isn’t love!! 🥲 he knew since the beginning </3

thank you for clarifying the thought process behind reader’s doubts in herself. when she said something about how she wonders if she’s cut out for it…oof i felt that. imposter syndrome is SO damn real, especially in medicine, and my fave moment in the whole chapter is when satoru really steps up in that moment as a mentor and says “taking a break isn’t giving up” <3 i totally understand her push back though, it’s hard to shake insecurities built over years

and my god. satoru’s character. i know that he is so troubled and has made mistakes but my heart legitimately ached for him during that conversation with geto. this was the moment where i was like omg this story is something so special bc you tackle the sensitivity of topics such as drug abuse so fucking well.

i used to work at an emergency department and so often we would get patients rolling in w chief complaints of withdrawal, a LOT of the time young patients in their twenties, and it’s really heartbreaking to see because you can never ever fully understand the pain behind someone’s story or change the past, all you can do is try to help them and make them feel better in the present.

i feel so bad for satoru, seriously fuck sukuna for taking advantage of him like that omg give me two mins in a room w that mf and your story is gonna be missing one of its characters 😅

“walls up before anyone gets close, pushing people away because he’s convinced that deep down, he’s broken.”

siggghhh as someone with an avoidant attachment style i so relate to him. i really hope reader can show him the brighter things in life (i mean she’s definitely someone that makes him want to be a better man which is lovely), i look forward to seeing how he opens up more emotionally in the chapters to come.

im so sorry this is getting so fkn long but i simply cannot pass speaking up ab geto?? what an insanely emotionally intelligent character. the way he acts is so consistent, i looove how he’s recognized that maybe satoru’s relationship w reader, despite the forbidden aspects, is something more than just lust and is something deeper than that :”)

“there is no point, neither in life nor death. but you can either cry about the whole meaningless of the world or try to find meaning to it. to do something that gives meaning to life.”

talk about words that no longer feel like part of a story, but literally jump out of the page (err my phone screen? lol) and have you feel them in the reality of your own life. stunning, your writing is just amazing miss lostfractures

also curious if he got sued cuz he punched that student lol 🤔 or maybe it’s related to malpractice

ugh i’m so sorry this was so fucking long but it’s midnight for me rn and i just had so many thoughts while reading the chap i had to share 😭🤞🏼 thank you sm for this story, it goes without saying that i’m SO excited for more 💕💕💕

okay i have no idea where to start but first THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! i feel insanely grateful for you to take the time to write this message, really!!

i'm smiling and giggling like an idiot rn at work omg.

so so glad you like the SMUT, this is always the worst part to write, so i'm relieved it didn't read cringey and made you feel something (i laughed at your comment about the butterflies in TWO SPOTS omg).

can relate. ngl.

and yes the whole marriage part did came out of nowhere but i guess that's just so him, like he's so clumsy with feelings and don't know what to do with them so he's just really messy but also so adorable with it, idk!!! ahhhh

your reactions to the chapter make me SO SO happy, like really, that's all us writers want to achieve, right? to make the reader feel something. so glad i could stir something within you!! <333

& yes you never know what a person might have experienced in his past to it really comes down to being patient and understanding with people, but yeah satoru surely has an avoidant attachment, like SO SO BAD. and that can be so FRUSTRATING.

his past even gets worse in the next chapter, because apparently i can not NOT make him even more miserable.

haha the whole philosophical part at the end was mostly because i read a lot of camus and kafka lately lol. couldn't hold myself back, but i guess that mirrors satoru's existential crisis he goes through, that will be more highlighted in the next chapter.

but like at the same time, he needs someone to put him in his place and the reader is gladly accepting that and is like, I'M SO DONE WITH YOU, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MAN.

thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart for spending your precious time to read and write this message!! i really don't know how to phrase it how happy this makes me, just imagine myself smiling and crying like an idiot <33

#symptoms and causes #inbox

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yuukei-yikes · 8 months

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Would to hear more about the process behind Shintaro trying to be a dad. Does he go to parenting classes with Ayano and take notes or does he just kind of wing it and cry

i actually think he's not trying to be a dad bc OK listen. i have a very detailed sitcom slash romcom way this goes i hope ur ready for my Delusion

when ayano starts her process with adopting this kid it's pretty out of nowhere and cuz she gets attached to a kid matilda style its not that she's like omg im ready to be a mom it just kinda happens. so she's not super prepared and adopting is yknow A Process SO. according to me myself and i shintaro sells some of his melodies as commercial jingles LOLLLLL and makes a shit ton of money out of it so he starts helping ayano financially thru this process cuz he has THE MONEY🔥🔥🔥 she's his friend and this is important to her!!!!!

by then they're already close friends again and all bc also in this context they've broken up🔥🔥🔥 but like 6 years ago or something so i wouldn't say this is when they're bonding or catching feelings again. they already did hehe... they're already close again by then and able to be like damn our relationship when we were 18 was a disaster lol what were we thinking.

anyways so shintaro's used to the kid bc he spends a lot of time with him and ayano. i should name the kid but i HAVENT so for now its The Kid. soooo its not like shintaro needs to take notes or anything because he is already familiar with ayano and her kid and the dynamic and viceversa so. its pretty much natural. he doesnt need lessons or anything, he knows the kid and he's slowly bonding with ayano normally as a couple theyre not immediately married living together raising the kid. nah. he's just mom's boyfriend at first definitely

shintaro and ayano are very self aware of it and ayano's like im not asking u to parent my kid but im also not gonna choose you over him and shintaro's like yes ma'am. but also he inevitably kind of parents him just from staying over and helping ayano around and etc etc. it's just gradual hehe...

around the time shinaya are first dating and shintaros just the guy that comes over the kid is still not calling ayano mom so its like. sometimes a family is me, the lady thats nice to me and some guy who pays our groceries for some reason. i think itd be funny if the kid starts calling ayano mom. but keeps calling shintaro just shintaro FOREVER even after shintaro moves in and after he marries ayano and like he's properly his dad but he's still JUST shintaro

i definitely need to come up with a name for this little guy. he will get 2 more siblings his age ayano and shintaro adopt when they are indeed married and properly adopting together and then a baby sister. by the way. if you even care.

erm... im normal i promise. do you enjoy my sitcom/romcom situation

#ask tag #kagekids #headcanons #shinaya

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raibaru · 2 years

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Hehe it’s meeee again :), I would like to request Doe with a female reader on their period, sfw and nsfw headcanons if that’s okay with you 🤩

Also, I hope you’re doing well and you have a great rest of your day/night!

Reader x John Doe

(Period problems lol/ Fluff + TW: slight gore)

(Sorry it took me a while to get to this request! You know how it is, I’ll start with a short story then some of the headcannons I have, but anyways let’s get to it!!)

“Uuuurrrrgghhh..” Y/n groaned as she clutched her fists and furrowed her eyebrows in uncomfortable pain, squishing her legs together. Maybe you could’ve guessed it, she’s on her period.

And when it’s that time of the month, it’s HELL. The pain is unbearable to the point where sometimes she can’t go to work. At least her job isn’t too important, working at a gas station is easy to fill in if someone can’t go.

“Doooeeeee help meeeee.” She whined. Not even a second later Doe rushed in, his eyes wide with worry.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need a hot water bottle? Is your back sore?” The slender man said. He does this all the time though. If something is wrong, he’ll ask a MILLION questions, super fast that sometimes Y/n wouldn’t know that on earth he said.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM OKAY!?” She roared. Whoops. That happens too, sudden unreasonable outbursts, that made Doe’s eyes go huge with hurt, and instantly making her feel bad.

Doe flinched, and his eyes went huge like a sad little puppy. “No.” He whimpered.

Y/n groaned sadly, feeling horrible that she yelled at the only person willing to help her through this trying, agonizingly painful times.

“I-I’m sorry honey. I’m on my period again.” She moaned irritatedly.

“Oh! Oh I got you some thing in case that happened!! I’ll be right back!” And there he went, zooming away faster than light, dashing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

She stayed in her room, pulling her soft comfy sheets over her head with her hot water bottle on her stomach.

The cramps kicked at her stomach, harder and harder and she almost felt like screaming in pain. Time went by and Doe still hadn’t come yet.

“Uuuurghhhh! Where is he.”

Finally she got up, grunting painfully and walked down the stairs. “Doe? Doe where are you?” She groaned, turning the corner into kitchen. He was nowhere to be found.

Great, as soon as I hoped I get some help he bails. Y/n thought miserably.

“Boo.” Said a voice, which made Y/n jump like a scared cat and scream like a pig on helium. She turned around, and Doe held out the most rancid, disgusting piece of what seemed to be flesh of some kind, and yelled; “Taa-daa!!”

She almost vomited, but managed to keep it in some how. “Doe- what the fuck.”

He tilted his head, confused, his eyes beginning to grow like a sad puppy again. “What’s wrong?”

“Doe that’s- n-no I can’t-” Suddenly she couldn’t keep it in anymore and rushed to the bathroom, throwing up profusely into the toilet.

“O-oh that’s okay! U-uhm… I got you something else in case that happened.” She heard him say cheerfully, and he rushed out or into wherever he was going.

God, she loved him, but that shit was foul. Fucking disgusting. Whenever he gave her gifts like that when she wasn’t on her period, she tried her best to be nice. But in this state, how is it possible to be nice to THAT?

For all I know, this next gift will be toe-nail clippings and the liver of a poor stay dog. She thought, but as she did she threw up even more.

She finished her business in the bathroom then heated up her hot water bottle, then went back into her room, crying miserably for a reason she didn’t quite know, but that’s normal.

There was gentle knock on the door. “Lovely?” Said a soft voice.

She sniffed. “Come in..”

The door opened and there was a basket. She expected it to be filled with eye balls, flesh and guts, but when she peered in, she was surprised to see a bunch of chocolates, movie CD’s, Advil, chips, food ect, which only made her cry more because of how blessed she felt.

“Oh sweetheart! I didn’t mean to make you cry I’m sorry! I thought you’d like all this..” Doe looked stressed once more, put the basket down and chewed anxiously at his black nails.

“No! I love this! It’s making me so happy and sad at the same time! No, happy. No… maybe sad..” She wailed with confusion. “THANK YOU!” She cried and through her arms around his neck.

Doe smiled, and sighed with relief, hugging her back. “Look! I got your favourite movies! Y/f/m, and y/2nd/f/m and y/3rd/f/m so we can watch them together and have SOOO much fun!” He squealed.

Y/n wailed again, tears of happiness, or sadness? Falling from her face. “Oh I love you so much! You didn’t have to do this you make me so happy ahhhh!!!” She wailed again.

(Later….)

After Y/n emotional episode of weird mixed emotions (she actually felt embarrassed for crying for no reason, except for when Doe gave her the gifts), her and Doe watched movies together, eating all the chocolate and chips, pop ect.

Doe cuddled her in his arms. Occasionally sniffing her hair or something, but other than that his hair was standing on end with happiness and excitement.

Y/n took the Advil he gave her, and the cramps died down enough to fall asleep during the 2nd movie. But Doe lay wide awake, staring at the TV like he hadn’t noticed a thing.

Head cannons

- He probably massages where ever ur body hurts (back, shoulders belly ect) when ur on ur period

-maybe brings you- eyeballs or guts, thinking you’d like it heh-

- if ur having that episode of crying for no reason maybe he’d try to distract you by singing your favourite songs?

(I don’t have much headcannons for periods LOL, anyways hope you enjoyed!!)

#john doe horror game #john doe visual novel #john doe game #fanfic #headcanon

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biaswreckingfics · 1 year

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“Rewind and relax” as in rereading blurred lines bc it's my absolute comfort fic lol yeah no but srsly work and the holidays have been super stressful but I'm just looking forward to the new year's eve party I'm going to (read: get funny tipsy and find a nice person to kiss on midnight lol) BUT HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??? IS LIFE TREATING YOU WELL?? feels like ages since I've dropped by to send an ask :-)

Also on the note of me being way to invested... What if...

Sangyeon and y/n keep their relationship a secret bc of his very strict rules (as we have already seen in the uncomfortable covo in chap1) but of course people find out and there is a scene mirroring the one from the first chapter with y/n walking around the building and everyone looking at her and whispering not bc y/n is the poor new employee working for the cold and scary boss but bc y/n is now the employee that has a thing going on with the boss and rumors just run wild and Eric accidentally reveals all of the rumors and things the other coworkers whisper behind them?? YES DRAMA

AND BC IM ON A ROLL LOL what if..

Sangyeon brings/buys his own lunch at this very specific place and sooner or later there is a cup of coffee or maybe a sandwich or other lunch stuff appearing out of nowhere at y/n’s desk and it takes her a hot minute to figure out its him and what if y/n is so bold and starts to share the lunch with him or maybe does the return with bringing him something and just putting it on his desk?? Or let them leave sweet (or spicy hehe) notes for each other?? Or let him have a *fake* client/meeting in his schedule just too spend some time with her without the others noticing?? Oh my, there are endless possibilities as to where you'll bring this story!! So exciting :-)

Also,,, you know what they say? Great minds think alike or smth like that lmao ;-) or maybe you are great at foreshadowing and I overthink all the details and end up picking up stuff like this lol or maybe there is a camera over your shoulder?? Who knows ;-)

Feel hugged and a big spoonful of motivation for you <3 - what if anon

....That's it. I'm about to start tearing up the walls bc istg it's like you've seen my notes 😭😭 what is this 😭😭 how are you doing this 😭😭😂😂 I'm cracking up lol. I guess we do think alike!!

Though I won't be giving away what happens, you've hit some of the nails on the head lol. Expect these kinds of situations in the near future and even more 😈😈!! Also, can we just... the fact that you immediately called out Eric as being the messy one 💀💀

This time of year seems to always be the most stressful for everyone, but I hope you're able to get some down time now that they're mostly over with!! (If relaxing is you reading BL over and over, then I absolutely encourage you 😈😈, and not just for personal reasons!! Lol.) I hope your NYE party is super fun and you have a blast!! I will also hopefully be getting tipsy and kissing someone at midnight lol

I've been doing good!! I'm happy that Christmas is over bc if I spend one more freaking penny... 😭😭. Istg I act like I'm a rich bitch when it comes to buying gifts for my family and friends. You get a gift, and you get a gift! Over here acting like I'm Oprah 🙄🙄 lmao

#what if anon

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rivetgoth · 2 years

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trip report from last night did a new drug for tha first time ✌

omfg i tried molly 4 the first time last night and it was a mess. i kno molly isnt really a consistent single type of drug so idk wtf i got but like, it was from a batch a lot ov people i know had already taken and had good reports, so idk. anyway i took it like an hr before we left for the club hoping it would hit shortly after i was there and instead like, 2 hours in i was feeling basically nothing but a little antsy, a little anxious, sorta in my own head, nothing much else though. so i had a drink (just 1 !! being responsible with the molly/alcohol overlap i promise) to calm my nerves and was feeling better but mostly just normal buzzed at the club... we danced a little but the music was NOT that good and the dancefloor was NOT popping, it was empty as fuck tbh. then a big group of friends got there and literally two and a half hours after taking the pill... it HIT out of NOWHERE as i was trying to say hi to them, my heart started slamming in my chest and i felt so delirious, i felt like i was going to die tbh and i KNOW drugs enough to know that im not, literally like a bunch other ppl i know have taken this batch of pills they are safe and it was just me freaking out but my heart felt out of control, angel was reassuring me that my heartbeat sounded fine but i was panicking like when i took too many edibles or shrooms lol 😭 so i was having this stupid panic attack in slow motion at the club while trying to act normal enough to socialize...

everything just felt really chaotic and too much. like the music wasnt good but it was so damn loud, i didnt know anybody except my immediate friend circle and it felt simultaneously too crowded and surrounded but also like there was nothing to do, nobody was being super sociable there, i just felt so insane i felt so out of control i wanted to keep moving but i also wanted to lie down and i couldnt talk or communicate well with people, me and angel went to the bathroom so i could try to calm down and i just kept repeating that i felt like i was going crazy........ finally i just told her i wanted to go because i couldnt handle it, it was just too much, i was getting paranoid during every conversation and i just wanted to sit down somewhere... the bouncers were being really really rude about ins and outs and kept demanding to know why we were leaving and what we wanted from the car, as if thats any of their business when we paid the fucking 25 dollar cover fee and were on the guest list loll stupid. we sat in the car and one of my bffs came out to chat with us for awhile, the bouncers gave him a little less shit because he explained he was coming out to check on us haha. it was so nice after that, just chilling in the car and talking. me and angel decided to go home early after that, it wasnt even midnight yet i dont think, we drove around and listened to music and it was sooo nice, i felt so much more in control and just felt so elated and euphoric... listening to skuppy and ministry and thrill kill kult and iamx and tr/st and male tears etc etc. once i was out of the club and in the car and then in my house with speakers on listening to music it felt amazing, totally euphoric like similar to the times ive taken fucking.. prescription opioids and shit, like wow, but my god @ how bad that shit hit at the club, one of the scarier drug experiences of my life initially 😭 such is the life of a goth club kid in his 20s ig lmaooo. the club was wack honestly it was wayyyyy too expensive, 25 cover fee plus 25 for each drink plus 8 dollars for water plus rude bouncers empty dance floors and boring music. waste of time but at least i got that experience outta the way, it was really fun to experience in hindsight. fear and loathing in los angeles.

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