#i want to apologize in advance for what I’m about to become today

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | now you got me

ix. now you got me by inhaler

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the happy little bubble you and luke made for yourselves inevitably bursted a few days after you made it official– though if you asked luke, you rejected his advances, which always earned an eye roll from you followed by a long kiss to his lips that had him silent for the next five minutes. you knew he was milking the hell out of you saying no to his question until he let you listen to the song, but you were his and he was yours regardless of the title. 

you stared at yourself in the mirror, blushing as you ran your fingers down the marks on your neck. you added a turtleneck under your chb shirt, not having enough energy to cover up the marks on your neck with makeup, and you definitely didn’t have the energy to explain to people how you got them. thankfully, the weather cooperated with you today. it was unusually cold for the summer, a slight breeze entering your room from your opened window. as you continued to get ready for the day, your phone buzzed with a text from your dad. 

‘hey kid, can you come to my office real quick?’

you hadn’t spoken to your dad in weeks, not since he stormed out of the cabin after finding out what started the fight with your teammate. this was the longest you’d gone without speaking to him. you texted a thumbs up and made your way out of your room. 

luke was sitting on the coffee table in the middle of everyone, looking at you with wondering eyes, “where are you going?” 

“my dad wants to talk.” 

“do you want me to come with you?” luke got up from where he sat. you told him last night that you’d been avoiding your dad as much as possible, and he did the same with you. as much as you guys butted heads, luke knew that it was taking a toll on you. you shared that you were scared about what would become of your relationship with your dad. luke, being as close to his mom as you were with your dad, understood. he knew what it was like to feel like your biggest supporter was giving up on you. it wasn’t a feeling he’d wish on his worst enemy, and definitely not a feeling he’d ever wish on you. 

“no, it’s fine,” you clenched your jaw, shaking your head. 

luke’s shoulders slumped over as he stuttered in his actions to sit back down, “oh, okay–uh, let me know if you need anything.” 

you nodded and waved a small goodbye before exiting the cabin. your heart was pounding the entire time you made your way to your dad’s office. a lot of things had been weighing on you this summer– your probation, a possible dent on your record, your estrangement from your parents, luke– and it was a lot to handle. camp half blood was supposed to keep you away from the problems that existed in your day-to-day life, but it seemed to follow you. 

you entered your dad’s office to see him typing away on his laptop. his eyebrows raised when you walked in, motioning for you to shut the door. he closed his laptop and placed it in one of the drawers of his desk. he took a deep breath, “hey, kid.” 

“hi, dad,” you replied, suddenly feeling like a little kid again. you sat on the usual chair in front of his desk and leaned back, “what’s up?” 

“i, uh,” he cleared his throat, “i just wanted to say i’m sorry for how we left things. i shouldn’t have stormed out like that. i was just angry. but not at you, at myself for making you feel like you had to fight these battles for me.” 

he leaned across his desk to hold your hands, “you’re my kid, y’know. my job is to protect you, not the other way around. so i apologize if i ever made you feel like you had to come to my defense.” 

“and i’m sorry for being mia the last few weeks,” he chuckled, squeezing your hands, “i’ve been in contact with my lawyers and they’re working on making sure the charges against you don’t stick so i’ve been pretty busy with that.” 

“you think it’ll get sorted out?” you asked. 

“yeah, don’t worry about it. it’s finishing up and i think you might even be able to play this season,” your dad smiled. “but i have to deal with a pr crisis right now that sprung up on me this morning.” 

your shoulders relaxed at your dad’s words. at least your probation was getting sorted out. that was one less thing to worry about. you tugged on the sleeves of your turtleneck as you got comfortable on your chair, “what’s the pr crisis?” 

he sighed, pulling out his laptop, “something with the band.” 

you hoped your dad didn’t notice the slight widening of your eyes. because you hadn’t been talking to your dad, he didn’t know about the recent developments between you and luke. you two didn’t show much pda outside of the cabin, scared that one of the campers would break their nda and post a picture of the two of you. neither of you were ready to tell the world about you two yet. it’s too soon. you didn’t even have the “what’s going to happen to us after summer?” conversation yet. 

“what happened?” 

“some pap pictures leaked. it’s of this new actress in hollywood and a guy leaving her hotel room. the press is reporting that the guy is luke. it looks a lot like him and you know the media– they run any story that’ll get them clicks even if it’s not fully fact-checked as long as they add the word ‘allegedly’ to the article,” he rolled his eyes, turning his computer to face you. “nobody knows where the pictures came from, so we don’t know if it’s actually luke or not, but i’ve been on the phone with may and their team all morning trying to do damage control. she’s telling the guys about the pictures right now.” 

at first glance, your heart dropped to your stomach. the guy did look an awful lot like luke. the rational part of you knew that this was probably taken before the two of you met because you’ve seen him every day since and he was practically imprisoned at chb all summer, but then you thought of your impromptu trip to achilles’ arcade and it made you want to throw up. if luke could sneak away with you like that, it would’ve been easy for him to do the same when he was alone. 

were the nights he didn’t spend in your bed because he was “writing” just an excuse to sneak off to meet up with the girl in the picture? she was gorgeous, after all. blonde, tall, the perfect new hollywood star. they’d make such a great power couple. the two rising stars in their respective industries, the perfect pair. 

the boy’s face, who may or may not be luke, was covered by his hood, but you can clearly see that he was kissing the girl deeply, with his hand placed on the curve of her back. the next picture was them with their fingers laced together as she led him into the hotel, giggling at something he said. the guy had a similar build as luke and dressed the same way as he did when he was having a lazy day– sweatpants, hoodie, and converses. 

bile made its way up your throat as you continued to scroll through the pictures. you looked at the time stamp of the photos and closed your eyes, wincing, when you saw that they were taken two days ago. luke didn’t sleep in your room two days ago, nor was he in the cabin. he showed up the next day saying that he was in the studio, trying to finish up the song so you would officially accept being his girlfriend. 

you squinted at a close-up picture of the pair, zoning in on the guy's hand. you breathed out a sigh of relief, fingers immediately clutching the ring that rested on your index finger. you turned the laptop back to your dad, “that’s not luke.” 

his eyebrows shot up, looking between you and his laptop screen, “how do you know?” 

“look at his rings,” you pointed at the bands around the guy’s fingers, “luke doesn’t wear a ring on his ring finger anymore. and look, the guy has a ring there and it’s gold.” 

“how are you so sure? what if he just decided to wear it that day?” 

“trust me,” you waved off, “he’s particular about his jewelry. he stopped wearing one on his ring finger a while ago. and luke doesn’t wear gold jewelry.” 

your dad narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously, shutting his laptop, “i didn’t realize you were that close to luke that you had his accessories memorized.” 

“ah– well,” you cleared your throat, looking down at your feet. you felt caught. “s’your fault, really. you made us live together.” 

“is there something you need to tell me, kid?” 

you got up from your seat, quickly making your way to the door, “geez, dad, i didn’t realize the time! i promised clar that i’d help her with camp duties, so i gotta go. thanks for all your help on the probation and permanent record thing. you’re the best!” 

you didn’t bother to turn around to see your dad’s reaction to your excuse. you knew that he could see right through you. 

you dad called from behind you, his joking tone camouflaged by his “dad” voice, “tell castellan that if he does anything wrong, i’ll kill him and his career!” 

“love you!” 

your dad shook his head, biting back the smile on his face, “love you too, kid.” 

as you were rushing back to your cabin, you ran smack dab into luke who was frantic, worry evident on his features. his eyes widened when he saw you and he placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you so you didn’t fall at the impact. 

“five star,” he sighed out, out of breath, “i don’t know if mr. d told you but those pictures aren’t me, i swear!” 

you had two options– you could one, tell him that you knew it wasn’t him and put him out of his misery or two, you could pretend to not believe him and make him sweat. luke looked like he was about to get on his knees and beg you to believe him. you wouldn’t be surprised if he made a powerpoint presentation listing the reasons why it wasn’t him in those pictures. 

you pursed your lips, “i saw the pictures luke.” 

“and they weren’t me!” he said, exasperated. his eyebrows knitted in anxiety, as he chewed on the nail of his thumb, “you gotta believe me, babe. i don’t know who that guy is but i can promise you it’s not me.” 

you tried not to swoon at the pet name that left his lips. “how do i know that? you weren’t home the night those pictures were taken.” 

“i know it looks bad, but look,” he ran a hand through his curls. “i finished the song the boys wrote and you can go listen to it right now, but then that night, i got caught up with a song idea about you and i stayed up all night to write it. you can listen to the demo right now if you want. you can listen to all the demos you want if that gets you to believe me. i think the recordings have timestamps too, so you’ll see i was in there all nigh–”

“down, pretty boy,” you couldn’t keep it up any longer. luke looked like he was two seconds away from bursting into tears and as much as you wanted to hear him yap, you didn’t have it in your heart to drag it on. you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. you pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he instantly relaxed at the feeling. 

your lips moved in sync as his hands found your waist, pressing you closer to him. his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you gladly granted. it was the sound of clarisse and chris inside the cabin, tapping against the windows that pulled you and luke apart. you both turned to look at your friends who all had shit-eating grins on their faces. 

travis and connor were behind the couple, shaking their heads, “get a fucking room, you heathens.” 

luke flipped them off and pressed a softer, more innocent kiss on your lips before you spoke. “i knew it wasn’t you. just wanted to see you sweat a little bit.” 

“that was mean,” he pouted, but he couldn’t fight off the smile on his face. he always seemed to smile after he kissed you. it made you want to kiss him again, starting a never-ending chain of kisses that would surely lead the two of you to be unproductive for the rest of the day. “i was so scared, five star, you have no idea. the fucker looked so much like me.” 

you laughed, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, “trust me, i know. my heart dropped to my ass when i first saw them, but i knew it wasn’t you.” 

“how’d you know?” 

“the rings,” you flushed, thinking about how crazy you must sound knowing these small details about him.

“shit, five star,” he whistled, surprised. there was a warmth in his chest that spread throughout the rest of his body at the idea of you paying attention to these things about him. “nothing can get past you, huh? i didn’t even notice that.”

“yeah, at least you know not to sneak around behind me because i’ll find out,” you teased, lacing your fingers together as you slowly made your way up the steps of the cabin. luke stood in his spot, pulling on your hand to get you to to turn around. you walked over to him, confused, “what’s up?” 

“y’know i wouldn’t think of doing that, right?” he asked, voice suddenly serious. “i would never do that to you.” 

your eyes softened as a wistful look appeared on your face. you kissed his cheeks, relishing in the feeling of luke wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight hug. you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, placing a feather-light kiss on his jugular, “yeah, yeah.” 

“‘m serious,” he pulled away, holding your face in his hands. he was staring at you intently, making sure that you were hearing his words. you never gave him an indication that you didn’t trust him, but luke knew that it was better to tell you these things straight up if he wanted to have a real relationship with you. he knew it takes a toll on the people he dates (not that he’s had any relationships like what he has with you) to see these bullshit stories online. if he was in your position, he knew the reassurance would help. luke placed a kiss on your forehead, “i wouldn’t do anything to mess this up if i can help it, five star.”

you let out a forced laugh, awkwardly shifting in his grasp, “yeah, given that my dad controls your contract, i know you wouldn’t.” 

luke frowned, “not because of that.” 

“uh huh,” you said, feeling too vulnerable right now. you didn’t know how to handle this situation, so you coped with humor, “he likes you so don’t worry, your contract extension is practically in the bag.” 

“y/n.” 

you tensed at luke’s use of your real name. he never called you by your name. he always called you by the nickname he gave you when he first met you. five star. you knew luke wasn’t in the mood to joke around. “luke, it’s fine.” 

“i don’t want to pick a fight,” he sighed, playing with the hem of your shirt, “but i just need to hear you say that you believe me when i say that. i wouldn’t cheat on you or do anything to make you feel like i ever would.” 

your voice shook as you spoke, “what if you’re just saying that because it’s still summer and we see each other every day? what’s gonna happen when i’m back in school and you’re out in the world traveling and living your rockstar life?” 

luke’s heart broke at your words. did you really think that he would forget about all of this once september rolled around? as if you didn’t consume his thoughts every day since he met you, as if he didn’t count down the minutes until he got to see you again when he was forced to be away from you because he had things to do, as if he didn’t have a sinking feeling in his stomach when you weren’t next to him. he was starting to think you didn’t understand just how deeply he felt about you even when you assured him that you did understand. 

“i’m not gonna lie, long distance is gonna be hard,” he said, “but we can figure it out. i know it.” 

“i never knew you were such an optimist, castellan.” 

luke laughed at that. if only you knew how many times he psyched himself out of making a move on you because of his own pessimism. it only changed recently, when he finally decided to say fuck it and go for it. “for you? always. i’d be stupid not to be. you’re a good thing, five star.” 

luke fucking castellan. you pressed your head into his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your face. he gave you a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. he loved having you like this, all soft and cuddly with him like you didn’t want to let him go. he should be scared at how quickly he was falling for you, how attached he already felt. 

you kissed his lips again, pulling away with a smile, “so babe huh?” 

“babe, baby, sweetheart,” he mumbled, leaning over to kiss you again. “anythin’ you want.”

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[marksmelodies]

hiii!! not sure if you’re taking request but if you are could you please make a 127 version of your “nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member” ! i really loved your dream version and would love to read a 127 version (≧◡≦) thank you in advance ♡︎

hii thank you so much for requesting!! i am currently taking requests!!

i hope you enjoy!!

nct127 reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

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nct127 x fem reader

warnings: suggestive, sexual activity, oral (fem receiving) cussing,slight mentions of drugs

minors dni

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taeil

the members sit around in the practice room debating on where to eat

“ yo let’s just order food” doyoung says as the group continues to discuss their food options

taeil then looks at his phone immediately getting up and getting his things ready to leave

“ hyung you’re not eating with us?” haechan asks

“ n-no i have somewhere to be” taeil stutters

“ where are you going?” doyoung asks but before he could finish his sentence taeil is out the door

quickly washing up and putting on a nice outfit he heads over to your place as you two go to the restaurant that you and him had planned on going

“ hello, do you have a reservation with us?” the host asked as jazz music played softly in the background

“ yeah it should be under moon taeil”

the host types his name into the computer as she furrows her brows

“ um sir, i have a reservation for the same time next week but nothing is coming up for today” the host says

you look at taeil as he stands there confused

“ what? i swear i made a reservation for tonight” he pulls out his phone to verify

“ oh my god i accidentally scheduled it for next week” he sighs as his shoulders slump

“ i’m sorry sir but we are all booked out for right now, if you give me your phone number i can call you if any reservations get cancelled but there’s a waiting list on that as well” the host explains

taeil felt defeated, he knew how much you wanted to eat at this restaurant, you had been talking about it for weeks

he looks to you as if he’s asking what you want to do

“ that’s alright, it’s no problem we’ll go somewhere else, you can cancel the reservation for next week too please, have a good night ” you say politely

taeil follows you out of the restaurant moping

“ babe i’m so sorry, i made that reservation after practice last week, i so tired i was out of it” taeil tries to apologize

“ awe taeil don’t feel bad it’s okay, honestly that place looked too fancy for me. what would you like to eat? i don’t mind at this point anything sounds good to me” you laugh

you’re always such a good sport in every situation, that’s one thing taeil loves so much about you, he can see right through you though, the restaurant wasn’t “too fancy” for you, you said that just to make him feel better.

“ let’s keep walking and see what else is around here” he suggests

and that’s how you ended up at a family owned korean barbecue place

sitting down at the table both of you already knowing what you want since you’ve been there more times than you can count

“ i’m sorry babe really”

“ taeil sweetheart it’s okay i swear ”

“ i’ll make it up to you tonight” he winks

“ oh come on don’t be all suggestive in the middle of a k- barbecue place please” you laugh

the food quickly arrives as you both start eating, conversations quickly become silent due to the both of you focusing so heavily on the food in front of you

hearing the front door chime neither of you notice that a mark, haechan, johnny, taeyong and doyoung walk through the door

“ holy shit is that taeil and y/n” mark says

“ dude shut up” johnny smacks his arm

spying on the two of you they see you laughing at him as you use your napkin to wipe sauce off his face before quickly kissing his lips

“ no way” the members gasp before shuffling one by one out the door

“ dude they’re on a date” mark says

“ yeah no shit” johnny replies

haechan laughs as he seems to be typing something on this phone and then putting in his back pocket walking away from the restaurant window

everyone’s phone buzzes moments later as they open the message sent to the group chat

a picture capturing you and taeils kiss that had just happened in the restaurant was sent with a message underneath stating “ you two have something to tell us?”

you and taeil pick up your phones at the same time before you eyes widen at the message

“ how did he even-” you begin to say

“ man i get any privacy around here” taeil laughs slightly

“ we have stalkers and their name is lee donghyuck” you roll your eyes laughing

johnny:

the last time you had talked to johnny was moments ago ending with him saying he was on his way home from practice, quickly you drove over to his place, putting on the lingerie set he bought you last week, setting up your sex playlist to the bluetooth speaker and dimming the lights while some candles around the room burn

you wanted to do something nice for johnny due to how hard he has been working with comeback and promotions, you’ve noticed his mood was more drained than usual this week , so you being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to do something special for him tonight

as you hear the door open you situate yourself on his bed, laying in a very revealing position there wasn’t much left to the imagination with the lingerie set you had on

swinging the door open a sweaty jaehyun appeared in the doorway

both taking a second to realize what’s happening you quickly scream pulling a blanket over yourself

“ holy shit..fuck, i’m so sorry” jaehyun yells covering his eyes trying to find the doorknob before practically running out of the room

it doesn’t take long for johnny to come into the room after hearing the commotion

“ y/n what is goi-” johnny stops mid sentence putting two into together

“ oh my god” he can’t help but laugh at your mortified state

“ john stop laughing, my pussy was quite literally in jaehyuns face” you shove your face into the pillow

he catches his breath before opening his mouth again

“ at least it wasn’t mark, he would’ve cum in his pants right then and there”

you shove him off of you as he tries to pull you into a hug

“ i’m never surprising you again” you say as your face remains red

after putting on decent clothes you go out to the living room meeting face to face with jaehyun who is sitting at the kitchen table

“ i’m so sorry” you say

“ no i’m sorry” he laughs it off

“ ouuu your eyes are so red” johnny laughs pointing to jaehyuns ears

“ dude can you blame me, i just saw a naked woman right in front of me”

“ my naked woman” johnny kisses your lips

“ when the fuck did you two get together and why was i not informed?” jaehyun asks

“ i mean technically we’re not together” you say

“ yet” johnny adds

jaehyun rests his head in his arms before looking up at the two of you

“ im sorry i ruined your sex plans, never would i think to be the one cockblocking” jaehyun gets up as he heads to the front door

“ no one speaks a word of what happened” he says as you and johnny agree

“ wait what happened?” johnny says trying to be funny

jaehyun scoffs before walking out of the door leaving you and johnny alone at last

“ well that was fun” johnny lightens the mood

by the look on your face he can tell you were genuinely upset

“ hey it’s okay, i’m sorry this happened baby but i had no idea you would be here especially basically naked” he coos

you look to the ground

“ i just wanted to do something special for you since you’ve been working really hard”

“ let’s do a redo okay?” he says before letting you scurry back to the bedroom as he walks out of his apartment waiting to walk right back through the door on your command

taeyong:

you haven’t heard much from taeyong today, he must have been super busy with work, that was until a “ you up?” text message popped up on your screen

you knew exactly what that meant

and as much as you wanted to deny it, you wanted it too

answering him quickly he tells you to join him in the studio

getting ready didn’t take long considering the clothes you wore to his studio were going to get stripped off of you in the matter of seconds once you got there.

and you were right

walking through the door you saw taeyong his headphones on nodding his head to the beat of the music

walking behind him you placed your hands on his shoulders causing him to slightly jump

“ geez you scared me, at least text me letting me know you’re here” he says

“ sorry i didn’t think about it” you pout

“ oh don’t pout sweet girl i was only joking” he stands up giving you a big hug

he sits down in his hair again but this time pulling you into his lap along with him

it doesn’t take long for you both to become touchy with each other, you kissed his neck as he moves his hands up and down your back

slightly grinding into his clothed cock he begins to whine

taeyong pulls your face up to look at him before he smashes his lips onto yours

“ tae i need you” you plead

he stands up placing you onto the desk before taking your shirt off while sucking on your tits

“ oh my god” you moan as he flips your skirt up moving your underwear to the side and entering his fingers into your pussy

through your loud moans you couldn’t hear anything else around you

not even the door opening as johnny stands there in the doorway

“ jesus christ where’s the decorum” johnny says gaining both of your attention

you quickly scramble off of eachother pulling your shirt and skirt down

“ since when were you two fucking” johnny asks

“ for a while man, what do you need?” taeyong

johnny stands there a second before answering

“ honestly i dont remember, continue whatever your doing i guess but next time for the love of god.. lock the door” he says before leaving

yuta:

the night was getting later and later as the music played and the members all drunkenly sang along to it

you were hanging out with the members as you usually do, perks of being johnnys best friend

but tonight everyone had way too much to drink and no one’s thoughts were clear

“ let’s play a game” jungwoo suggests

everyone agreed on two truths and a lie

everyone expect yuta.

at first the topics were lame, things such as blacking out before and smoking weed were mentioned but as the game progressed things became a lot more interesting

“ okay umm, i once threw up in johnnys shoe because i was so drunk, i almost accidentally posted a video of me jerking off on bubble and i hooked up with y/n before” haechan says

you immediately looked to haechan and then to yuta

“ oh come on man that’s so easy, we all know you didn’t fuck y/n” mark says

everyone agrees with mark

“ okay fine you’re right that didn’t happen but shit i wish it would’ve” haechan says slurring his words

you can tell that yuta wants nothing more than to bash haechans head in right now

you look to yuta giving him “ it’s okay calm down” look

“ dude i know like she’s so fine” taeyong agrees with haechan

“ i bet her pussy is just as pretty as she is” jaehyun says as he palms the boner in his pants that had occurred due to the topic of you

yutas face is red with anger as he tries his best not to say anything but as he notices all of their hungry eyes on you and jaehyun nearly stroking his clothed dick at the thought of fucking you made yuta snap

“ you guys realize she’s right here, she can hear everything you guys saying, you don’t think that’s completely disgusting” yuta stands up

“ yuta stop” you say trying to calm him down

“ no” he pulls his arm away from you

“the fact that you all can sit here and say those things about my girlfriend when i’m right here is fucking disrespectful, you’re lucky if i don’t beat the shit out of you”

the room goes silent

“ girlfriend?” haechan says completely out of it

“ bro we didn’t know you were dating” jaehyun defends

“ it doesn’t fucking matter whether we are or not it’s so wrong in so many ways to sit here and sexualize her like that” yuta gets up and walks out the front door

you run chasing after him

finally catching up with him you pull his arm so he is facing you

wrapping your arms around him you give him a hug before kissing his lips

“ thank you for doing that babe, really i love you so much” you say

“ you shouldn’t thank me, i didn’t do that just because im your boyfriend you know, i would’ve done it either way”

“ i know, but im grateful for you sticking up for me, i know they’re just drunk and horny but you’re right it doesn’t feel good to be talked about like an object” you place your head into his chest

“ don’t worry about me exposing our relationship, none of them will remember anything from tonight” he says raking his hands through your hair”

“ i don’t care anymore i want everyone to know that we’re together” you say looking up to him

he kisses your lips once more “ lets go back inside im sure they’re all passed out by now” he says leading you back into the dorm

doyoung:

“ does anyone know where my game controller went” haechan shouts as he looks all over the dorms

“ i dont know the last time you had it was when we played with doyoung in his room” marks says

haechan makes his way to doyoungs room, he knew it was wrong to look through doyoung stuff but he really needed his game controller

looking through some of the drawers he still hasn’t found it

pulling out another drawer haechan notices something, amongst the boxers taking up space in the drawer there was a pink lace thong sitting in it as well

“ what the fuck” haechan says closing the drawer

opening up the next one which he had to pull extra hard on for it to open sits a bunch of polaroid pictures, haechan can’t help but pick the pictures up

the imagines showed you sprawled out on his bed naked

haechans eyes widen as he realize that it is you in the photos

“ he’s fucking y/n?”

haechan closes the drawer before leaving the room

as he exits doyoung room he meets face to face with you

“ y/n um hi, what are you doing here” haechan turns bright red

“ i’m here to return this” you say handing him his controller “ i accidentally grabbed yours instead of mine” you laugh

“ oh thanks i was just looking for it in doyoungs room” he says

looking down at the obvious tent in his pants

his eyes widen looking back to you as you can’t help but laugh at the poor boys state

“ im guessing you opened a certain one of doyoungs drawers” you say

his face becomes red as he scratches the back of his neck

“ i was just looking for the controller” he stutters

“ it’s okay hyuck don’t be embarrassed, i told him to put a lock on it or something, how about we don’t tell anyone about this though huh? it’s our little secret” you say

“ yeah um of course” he replies

before haechan could go back to his room doyoung walks through the door

“ hey y/n” he says leaving soft lingering touches on your body

usually this would go unnoticed by haechan but after what he found out today he was picking up on all the little signs

“ what’s wrong with you, you look like you saw a ghost” doyoung asks haechan as they stand in the hallway

“ oh um. nothing..” haechan says pushing past you both to return to his room

“ he looked nervous” doyoung says looking to you

“ i don’t know maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have” you mumble

“ huh” doyoung furrows his eyebrows not hearing what you said

“ oh i said it’s probably nothing, let’s go lay down” you say smirking as you pull him into his room

jaehyun:

jaehyun had just come back from tour but with the members constantly being home there was no way for you two to have any alone time, it was torture for the both of you to be in a room together and not be able to fuck.. let alone look at each other for too long but today the members all had solo schedules so jaehyun took that as his time to spend alone with you

“ where is everyone” you ask as you walk into dorm

“ they’re still out doing schedules, mine ended earlier than everyone else’s” he said

you walk past him putting your belongings in his room before he follows you like a lost puppy

“ baby you’re really not going to give me a kiss” he pouts

you and jaehyun never used to get along, although being close with most of the members you and jaehyun seemed to clash heads more than anyone else

you both fought a lot and would act very petty towards each other often times whispering things under your breath to each other but loud enough for everyone to hear

as time went on you both realized that you didn’t hate each other in fact it was the complete opposite, maybe it was the immense sexual tension between you two that made you act bratty towards one another but you soon realized that instead your so called hate turned into lust and that lust eventually turned into love

as you both got deeper into your “ situationship” you realized there were real feelings involved and so did he

you love jaehyun and jaehyun loves you

it was something that you both weren’t shy to open up about with each other

that’s how you two ended up confessing to each other one night a few months ago which led to a relationship that was kept a secret from everyone, for now just enjoying each other company with no one involved in your business

“ oh my poor boy” you walk up to him giving him a big hug and kiss

you spent most of evening watching movies together and simply enjoying being in eachothers arms

“i’m getting something to drink” you declare walking into the kitchen as jaehyun follows you

grabbing a cup from the cabinet you fill it water before chugging it

“ damn babe you were thirsty” he smerks

you give him a weird look as you place your cup into the sink

“ im thirsty too but not for water” he whispers kissing on your neck

turning you around he smashes his lips onto yours

feeling yourself getting wet at his actions you moan into the kiss

jaehyun picks you up placing you on the edge of the kitchen counter

standing in between your legs he flips your shirt up and pulling your bra down latching his lips onto your tits

trailing kisses down your body, leaving marks where no one else would see them he stops at your heat

kissing you clothed pussy he takes your shorts off along with your underwear

spreading your legs he kneels down pulling you closer to his face so that your pussy is eye level to him

leaving soft kisses and marks on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe down your heat

completely diving into your pussy causing you to let out a loud moan

he chuckles in between your legs sending vibrations throughout your entire body

sucking on your clit you grab onto his hair arching your back

“ fuck jaehyun it feels so good” you moan

being caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the key turning in the door, as the door opens a loud voice echoed the wall

“ yo what the fuck” mark says turning around

you and jaehyun separate immediately gathering your clothes before putting them on once you are decent mark turns back around staring at the two of you, his face is bright red

“ really man on the kitchen counter, i made my breakfast there this morning” mark groans in annoyance

jaehyun can’t help but laugh

“ im so confused dude, i thought you hated eachother why did i just walk in on you devouring her” mark asks

“ i dont know man i was hungry” jaehyun cracks a joke, mark stares at him straight faced

jaehyun lets out a sigh

“ we’re dating” you spit out

jaehyun give you a quick glance before backing you up

“ wait a minute, dating in like?” mark tries to wrap his head around what you’re telling him

“ dating as in im his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend” you explain like you’re talking to a child

“ so you don’t hate each other?”

“ no mark obviously we don’t”

“ so it was just an act?”

“ partly, we didn’t get along the best in the beginning but it was really just us having mad sexual tension, as the two of us closer we realized we just needed to have really good sex with each other and then boom we fell in love”

mark looks to for verification

“ yeah i guess you can say that’s what happened” you chuckle

“ could you not tell anyone about us yet, we don’t exactly want anyone to know we’re a couple at least for right now” you ask mark

“ yeah of course your secret is safe with me, im too tired for this, im glad yall are together now or whatever but if you don’t want anyone else finding out about you two i suggest not eating her out on the kitchen counter, im never touching that damn thing again” mark says walking into his room

“ dont worry ill clean it” jaehyun yells to him

“ come on babe let’s take this too the room” jaehyun picks you up kissing your face all over

jungwoo:

jungwoo had been on tour for a few weeks now, finally getting back to the hotel from their show that they had just preformed

after washing up and ordering food with mark whom he is sharing the room with, jungwoo got ready for bed and eventually fell fast asleep

“y/n” jungwoo moans in his sleep causing mark to stir awake

mark looks to jungwoo confused as he sees his passive state laying his head pack onto the pillow only to lift it up again when jungwoo begins whimpering

at first mark thought jungwoo was having a nightmare until he turned on a dim light seeing jungwoo erection in his pants and strings of moans leaving his mouth along with your name

“ fuck y/n your pussy feels so good baby” he whimpers subconsciously

“ oh you’ve got to be joking, why me” mark sighs debating on if he should wake him or not

mark turned off the light and placed a pillow over his head to drown out the noise

jungwoo began to trust his hips into a pillow he was once innocently holding

jungwoo sprung awake as soon as he felt himself releasing into his boxers

it took a few seconds to realize what was going on

“ oh fuck” jungwoo curses at the mess he made in his pants

getting up he grabs new boxers and shorts out of his suitcase before heading to the bathroom to wash up

mark sits up as jungwoo comes back from the bathroom

“ had a good dream huh” mark smerks

jungwoo just sighs as he lays back down in bed

“ so you and y/n, are fucking” mark asks

junwoo shot up looking at mark

“ huh? what? what makes you say that” jungwoo says frantically

“ oh i don’t know man, maybe because you were moaning her name and saying how good her pussy feels while humping into a pillow” mark laughs

“ shit”

“ hey dude it’s cool, we’ve all had wet dreams before i sure as hell had my fair share of them” mark says

jungwoo takes a deep breath

“ yeah we’re fucking around with eachother, but she doesn’t want anyone to know, she’d kill me if she knew that you found out”

“ don’t worry about i won’t say anything, i’m glad your getting some finally” mark jokes

“ shut up bro” jungwoo throws a pillow at mark

“ oh he’ll nah that’s the pillow you were thrusting” mark shrieks kicking it off the bed

“ goodnight jungwoo, don’t wake me up again with your obnoxious moaning and shit”

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(mark and haechan are in my nct dream ver!)

thank you so much for your request!! i’m so sorry that this took so long my tumblr was glitching for days

( idk why the 127 ver came out so much more smutty than the dream ver lol)

i hope you enjoyed <3

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[gejo333]

Jealousy

Miguel x fem! Spider! Reader

Pt. 2

Summary: You spend all your time training the new recruit which makes Miguel jealous. 🤭

Extremely light fluff.

It’s been a while since I did one-shots. But reading so many amazing Miguel fanfics sparked my passion again. I stayed up late finishing it, so I apologize in advance if I made any grammatical mistakes.

Miguel x reader one shots requests are open.

word count: 1.4k

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Miguel began to grow annoyed by how quiet his office at the Spider HQ had become in recent days. Before you came into his life, he liked the silence. But for the past year he has heard your sweet voice echo through these walls. Your laugh, your rants…he enjoyed listening to you.

While he worked, you would usually be near him trying to help in any way you could. You would watch one or two of the screens to help find anomalies to help ease his stress. During your early days here you were lost, which at the time greatly annoyed Miguel. But your persistence on helping him, finally had him cave as he then taught you a few things you could monitor. After that, you became part of his daily life. You always tried to ask him questions about himself, which bothered him at first, but now he cherished the conversations he had with you.

Except, in the past five days you have barely been around. Most likely because you were mentoring the newest recruit, Gwen. You were so excited when Miguel brought Gwen to HQ. Finally someone you can mentor. However, your attention towards the young female spider made another spider jealous.

“I don’t get it. How do you shoot your web like that without looking in that direction?” Gwen huffed in annoyance as for the tenth time she couldn’t do what the older female spider could. You chuckled at her frustration.

“It takes a lot of practice Gwen. It took me months to perfect that skill. I only showed this skill to you this afternoon.” You shot your web out, grabbing a water bottle without even glancing in the direction. You then tossed it to Gwen.

“Let’s take a small break and then we’ll continue your training.”

“Awesome!” Gwen tried again to shoot her web out like you did but she frowned when she heard Pavitr yell in surprise. Her web landed on the side of his face, scaring the poor spider half to death.

“Sorry Pavitr.” Gwen cringed which made you laugh at the scene.

“All good Gwen.” Pavitr chuckled as he removed the web.

“I see your learning from the best Gwen.” Hobie walked over, curious about what the trio was doing.

“Yep! Hopefully I can be as awesome of a spider-woman as her one day.” Gwen smiled. You pulled her into a hug from how adorable she was.

“Aww Gwen! You’re so sweet! But you already are an amazing spider woman.”

“Get use to the hugs Gwen. She’s a hugger.” Hobie chuckled as he saw Gwen slightly surprised by your gesture.

“Hey Y/N?” asked Gwen.

“What’s up?”

“Who taught you all your cool tricks?”

“I’m actually curious as well.” said Pavitr.

“I never told you guys?”

“Nope. But I thought you were just naturally gifted.” said Hobie.

“You’re sweet Hobie, but nope. I was once an amaterr too. I was taught by-” You paused when you saw Lyla appear right next to you. “Speak of the devil.” You mumbled out loud. Your comment earned you a few confused glances from the young group of spiders.

“What does he want now?”

Ever since you started training Gwen this week, Lyla has appeared multiple times a day telling you the same thing. Miguel wanted you back at the office.

When he sent Lyla to do this at the beginning of the week you complied. But you quickly realised he only wanted you back in the office for no particular task. Today it was the fourth time Lyla has graced her presence during Gwen’s training today.

“Same thing. I’m assuming it's the same response?” Lyla sighed.

“Yep.” With that she was gone. You sighed, hoping it was the last time she appeared today.

“Wait, hold up. Miguel O’Hara. Mr. Grump. Trained you?” Pavitr's eyes widened, jaw open.

“He did. And he isn’t a grump all the time. You just have to get to know him a bit better.”

“Oh God, training with him must have been hellish.” Hobie chuckled.

You chuckled remembering the first few weeks of your spider training with Miguel. Hobie wasn’t wrong. Miguel was not the most patient and easy-going instructor. At least for the first couple of months.

“It's ok if you need to go back to the office. He seems like he needs your help.” Said Gwen.

“I don’t need to be at the office. My time is more important here, training you to kick-ass!” You ruffled her hair slightly, which she tried to swat your hand away. Gwen didn't have an older sister. But definitely felt like Y/n was her sister.

“Breaks over! Now let's see how long you can last hanging from your web.”

Gwen began her endurance training as you timed her. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Jess. She looked nervous.

“You alright Jess? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I’m just worried about what's going to happen to you. Miguel is looking for you. And he looks more annoyed than he normally is.” Jess chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up Jess. I’ll handle him later when I’m done. You got this Gwen. Hold on a little-” You gasp as large hands grab you by the waist and throw you over a well-built shoulder.

“Miguel! Put me down!” You bang your fists against his back. You gasp from him pinching your cheek to make you stop.

“Y/n?!” Gwen asked, confused why her mentor was slinged over the boss’ shoulder. Jess stopped her from going after you as she chuckled. That poor spider was going to get it tonight.

“Pay up Hobie. I won the bet.” Pavitr pushed out his arm towards Hobie, asking for the money.

“Now hold on. You both lose. I said he would get her in five days. You said a week, Pavitr.” Jess grinned, to which both disappointed teenagers handed her the winnings.

“What just happened…” said Gwen.

…

Miguel enters his quarters where he finally removes you from his shoulder, setting you down. Your cheeks were red, from the embarrassing journey here. Being carried like that in front of all her colleagues. It was humiliating.

You notice Miguel went into his bedroom, coming out a few minutes later already out of his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that perfectly shaped him. He handed you a pair of short sweats and tank top that were a part of the few clothes you kept at his place.

After you slipped on what he gave you he gently grabbed your hand as he led you to his bedroom. He got on his side of the bed before you suddenly were grabbed by the waist and laid in between his legs, your back pressing against his chest. Now that you were both settled you finally broke the silence.

“So, what was that all about? Constantly asking Lyla to come fetch me and then carrying me here like a sack of potatoes.”

Miguel knew you were annoyed with him, but this was the first time in a week since he got to see you.

He kept quiet as he left butterfly kisses along your neck. Of course, if you weren’t annoyed at him you would melt into his touch. But he wasn’t going to get away with his actions.

“Miguel.” You groaned as you sat up and turned yourself to face him. “Please answer me.”

“Te extrañé, mi amor. It's been a week since you laid in bed with me. You spent all your time training Gwen.”

Your annoyance with him faded and was replaced with guilt. He had missed you being by his side.

Your breath hitched at the way he sat there in front of you with starved eyes, wanting only one thing. You. You moved back over to him and sat in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. You chuckled.

“¿Por qué te ríes?” Miguel frowned slightly, eyebrows furrowed. You placed your hand on his cheek which he took and placed gentle kisses on your wrist.

“I think it’s cute that you’re jealous.” You lightly giggle. Your comment made his loving affection briefly stop as he sent you a playful glare.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Baby, you don’t need to lie to me. You totally were.”

Your giggles soon stopped as Miguel flipped you on the bed, now on top of you. You stare wide-eyed up at him as your cheeks were dusted pink.

A grin makes its way to his plush lips. He slowly begins kissing you up from your collarbone to your cheek as he removes your shorts. Now lips right against your ear, he whispers, “You won’t think twice about ignoring me after I’m done pounding myself deep into your pussy until morning.”

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Translations: “Te extrañé, mi amor.” = “ I missed you, my love.”

“¿Por qué te ríes?” = “ Why are you laughing?”

My Spanish is not the best so I needed a bit of google translate to help.

But I hope you enjoyed this light fluff one-shot. There will be plenty more to come!

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #oneshot #light fluff #oneshot requests #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #jessica drew #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spider man: across the spider verse

[cupidjyu]

hey pookie, could i request an angst/fluff kind of reaction. if you don't mind, can i req it for 98 line, with what they would do after a moderate argument which lead to you not speaking to them for a whole day? thank you in advance, if you do decide on doing this req! 😖🩷

already missing you

(98 line) what they do after an argument

genre: mild argument (topic not specified), making up, hugs, comfort, apologies, all good endings, slight crying notes: the way i spent like a good week with this already written i just forgot to post it SORRYYy thank u for requesting!! word count: 1.5k

juyeon

When you awoke on a cloudy day, you already knew something was off.

It did take you a while to understand what exactly, but when your hands ran through the sheets, you realized that these weren’t the usual ones that you slept under. And when your other hand reached out to the other side of the bed, there was no one else sleeping beside you to keep you warm.

You sighed. This was your doing after all.

After the argument, you stormed off into the guest bedroom to sleep on your own. It was fine. You just needed to clear your thoughts. 

You were about to fall back asleep when you were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Blinking your eyes back open, you saw Juyeon’s head peek in. Usually, you would giggle at the sight, but today, your eyes were only dimly lit. 

“Can I come in?” He spoke with a timid voice.

You nodded slowly. You couldn’t even take a glance at his face with how low he had hung his head. Silently, he approached the bed and sat on the edge. His back was facing you, his shoulders hunched slightly.

You watched him quietly. That was when you heard a sniffle. One that came from him.

Immediately, you were sitting up because frankly, Juyeon never cried. Your hand gently came up to his shoulder and you turned him around. Your eyes softened. The man had tears welling in his eyes, and it seemed that he had already cried previously with how puffy they were.

“Oh, Juyeon,” You whispered. You leaned forward and pulled him into your chest, hugging him closely.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles against you. “For everything. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His large hands came up to your shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as if to silently ask you to never leave him.

You shushed him starting to feel emotional yourself. “It’s okay,” You muttered back. “I’m sorry too. My words were harsh before.”

He hummed and you could see a small smile on your lips when you looked down. His grip on you only tightened. You found this sight a little bit amusing actually: the way someone so tall could just fold into your arms so easily.

“Want to stay here?” You asked. Instantly, he nodded, looking up at you like a sad cat. You cooed, teasingly poking the tip of his nose. “You’re like a cat. Stuck in the rain.”

“I come here to apologize and of course, you compare me to a cat,” He grumbled, though you could see the tug of his lips. Without a warning, he pulled you back down into bed, his arms immediately wrapping around you in a tight hold. He snuggled into the back of your neck. “I missed you last night. The bed felt so cold, you know.”

You smiled. “I missed you too. And your warmth.” He grinned against your neck.

kevin

The doorbell ringing scared you so much that you flinched. Because of the argument, you had become so jumpy all of a sudden. Shuffling to the door, you took a deep breath. You knew who was on the other side and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see him just yet.

But still, you turned the knob and opened it. You were met with the sight of your boyfriend, Kevin, holding a bag filled with your belongings. Inside were some clothes–not all of them–and other belongings that you used in your normal routine.

You looked up at him, terrified. “Are you–” 

He gave you a shaky smile. “I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. “I thought you were kicking me out.”

“Me? No, never.” He huffed out a bitter laugh. “I just… I don’t want you to feel pressured to see me right now. I thought that you would want some space so I brought you the things that you need.”

You stared at him, speechless.

“Kevin–”

“And I want to apologize. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have said those things.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

There was a moment of silence. You stared down at the bag that was still in his hand, thoughts rushing through your mind like leaves in a breeze. And then you looked back up at him, unsurely.

“Do you want space?” You asked softly.

He widened his eyes and he immediately shook his head. “No, god no. I miss you so much. But, if you want space then I–”

You stepped forward and threw your arms around his neck, making him let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t want space,” You muttered. “If you miss me then I’ll stay there with you. I’m sorry too.”

He pulled away with a smile of relief. “I’m glad you want to stay. I don’t know what I would do without you,” He whined adorably. “I actually would have gone insane.”

You giggled. “You really didn’t think this plan through did you?”

“Nope. But I really did miss you.”

chanhee

A knock sounded on your front door. Quickly, you rushed to the mirror to make sure you didn’t look too disheveled. There was no use. Your eyes were already swollen and red.

With a low sigh, you opened the door, expecting maybe the delivery man. Instead, it was Chanhee. He was standing, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands held up a bouquet of flowers. You could see that it was shaking slightly with how tightly he was gripping it.

“Chanhee?” You gazed at him with shock.

“I know that you’re upset and I understand if you don’t want these,” He rambled. He paused for a second, peeking an eye open as he bit his lip nervously. He then shoved the flowers closer to you in a plea. “But just know that I always will love you and I’m sorry.”

You sniffled, bringing your palms to your face to hide your tears.

“Why’re you crying?”

“No, I–” You gently took the bouquet from his hands, studying the beautiful flowers. “These are really pretty…”

He smiled, stepping forward to wipe the tears off your cheeks with his sleeve. “So I’m guessing that you do want the bouquet?”

You nodded, smiling through your tears. “Definitely.” You paused. “Though I think I’m still upset, I think we should talk about it more.” You took his hand in yours and led him in before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I agree. I didn’t think you would love the flowers so much,” He whispered.

“Of course, I would love them.” You laughed with a sniffle. “They’re so pretty.”

“Well, you look very pretty holding them.” He returned the kiss, but this time on your forehead.

You blushed. “I should be apologizing, not you flattering me.”

He shrugged with a small smile. “I can’t help it. You’re too pretty for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let me say sorry first.”

changmin

With a sigh, you pulled open the door. Dreadfully, you had the worst clothes on but you couldn’t care less. You just needed to stop by the convenience store to buy your favorite snack. Best way to not feel horrible after an argument. 

Just as you stepped out, you felt a piece of paper crinkle under your shoe. You tilted your head and looked down.

It was a small letter. Your name was written on the front in familiar handwriting. Changmin’s handwriting.

With a confused hum, you picked it up and opened it.

Dear the love of my life,

I’m sorry for everything. I want you to know I love you so much and I dreamt of you today when you weren’t with me.

P.S. I’m too ashamed to meet you and say this in person, sory sorry baby 

You laughed at the letter, tears springing up to your eyes. You could even see the signature drawing that he would add. It was of a squirrel, holding a small heart aimed at you. You leaned against the closed door, wondering where Changmin would be at this time.

The park, you figured. He always went there when he needed to clear his mind.

Instead of going to the store, you walked all the way to the park. Sure enough, he was sitting on the bench, twirling a flower pitifully between his fingers. You took a seat next to him, watching him with a smile.

He glanced at you and looked back down at his lap with guilt. 

“Hi,” He muttered quietly.

“Hi,” You replied with a half smile.

He turned to you with a small frown. “Did you read it?”

You nodded. “I did.”

He sighed with a pout. “I knew you would find me here.”

You snorted, “You wanted me to find you.” 

He blushed at that. “I– maybe I did.” He looked away briefly. “I just missed you. I’m too ashamed to tell you that.”

You smirked. “You just did.”

“Right,” He whispered. Then, he reached over and took your hand in his. “I’m sorry though. Truly.”

You smiled. “I’m sorry too. Now we’re even. So we can hug.”

“How does that make sen– oomph.” You surged forward, pulling him into a tight hug. Immediately, he melted into your arms, returning the hug as he held you closer.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” He muttered. “I love you. And I’ll tell you that all the time without a letter.”

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[shelbystales]

Honor and Blood - Part Twenty One

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts here:  1 -  2  -  3  -  4 -  5 -  6 -  7 -  8 -  9 -  10 -  11 - 12 -  13 -  14 -  15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff

A/N:  Please comment and interact. tell me what you think! it means a looot to me if you do!

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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Towards the end of the day, your father returned to the camp. His steps were heavy and weary, reflecting the weight of the events of this day. 

As soon as he saw you sitting on the steps in front of his caravan, he gave you a tired smile, hidden behind his orangey-red beard.

"Long day?" you asked.

"Yes," he replied, kinda down.

"I think we need to talk," you said, getting up.

"Sweetheart, I..." he began, but you interrupted him by gently placing a hand on his arm.

"Maybe not here, Dad? Let's go inside, make some tea, and we can have a calm chat," you suggested, looking into his tired eyes.

He nodded, letting you guide him into the caravan, where you brewed a cup of tea for each of you. Sitting at the table, you looked at him with a concerned expression.

“So what were you up to today?” you asked him, handing him the cup “I expected to see you at the meeting” 

“Had a lot of problems to deal with,” he sighed, taking a sip of the tea. The weariness in his voice was evident.

You reached across the table and placed your hand on his. "Dad, I know things are tough right now. I know it’s hard to see past the bad things, but we have to. We have to look forward to the future. If we lose hope in the future then we have nothing else to live for"

He looked at you, a mixture of admiration and sadness in his eyes. "When did you become so clever, hm?" he gave you a shy smile, and you smiled back 

“I gave it a lot of thought today,” you shrugged. “You know how my mind is, it never stops. And I figured that, if you don’t want to be a part of it, you don’t have to. I know that the ones who wanted to remain connected to our roots already left, to warmer places, but there is still a part of the group that wouldn’t mind staying in the woods. We can divide ourselves. A part can remain here, under your guidance. while the other part can stay more connected to the city duties, like the shop” 

“I don’t want to divide the group, y/n. If we do anything, we do it together” he said and you nodded 

“Then we have to be on the same page. And perhaps I should let you know that, in the future  I… I want to live in the city. I love the woods, the camp… I do… But city life is exciting, it’s challenging."

He nodded, absorbing your words. His eyes were on you, studying you just like he does with his enemies. Your heart raced a bit under his focused gaze.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, his expression softening. “I figured that would happen. Just didn't think it'd be this soon,” he managed a tired smile. “You gotta do what's right for you,” he said.

“Nah, that's not the answer I'm looking for. It’s not just about me, Dad. I’m still a Sinclair. Our family’s interest will always be on my mind," you said with determination, mixing your decision to embrace change with your loyalty to your roots. 

He smiled, "You've always been strong-willed, just like your mother."

You grinned, feeling a mix of emotions. "I learned from the best, you and her" you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He took another sip of his tea, his gaze distant for a moment. "I just worry, you know? That Shelby kid… he might have the best of intentions, but nothing can guarantee you won't be collateral damage to his problems” he said and you smiled, his voice didn't carry any anger towards Tommy, he mentioned him like he would anyone else.  

“Nothing ever guaranteed I wouldn't be to yours” you said, making him take his hand away from yours. his grip on the cup tightening “that’s why you taught me how to defend myself.”

"I just want you to be safe, that's all." he said, his gaze distant, his voice cold. 

“Right,” you said, your tone slightly skeptical as you observed his posture and response. You noticed his grip on the cup tightening, a sign that something was bothering him more than he let on. "Are you going to tell me what you did today that was more important than us?"

"What?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"You didn't come to the meeting, Dad. They were afraid, they needed us," you pressed, your voice reflecting your concern.

"I told you. I had problems to deal with," he replied, his voice a bit curt.

"What problems?" you asked, your tone firm and inquisitive.  

You saw right through his evasiveness and tried to maintain your patience, but frustration was building within you.You were determined to uncover the truth behind his absence. You leaned forward, your gaze locked onto his eyes. 

"Dad, we're a family. We should be able to rely on each other, especially in times like these. But you're shutting me out."

He looked away, his jaw clenched. "There are things you're better off not knowing, y/n."

"Better off not knowing?" you repeated, incredulous. "You can't decide that for me, Dad! I deserve to know what's going on."

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "You don't understand, y/n. You don't know the kind of people I'm dealing with."

"Then fucking tell me!" you raised your voice, frustration bubbling over. "Tell me, so I can understand. I won't be kept in the dark like a child."

He turned to you, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you're so grown up now, huh? You think you can handle everything, hm? Well, you can't!"

"Fuck you. I’m helping this family more than you these days!" you shot back, standing up as well, your emotions flaring. "If you won't share with me, fine. That’s your problem. But don't expect me to just sit back and let you make decisions for me." The tension in the room was palpable, both of you locked in a battle of wills. Finally, you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Does that mean you know who was responsible for the fire?"

His eyes flickered, a mixture of surprise and guilt passing over his features before he regained his composure. "It's not relevant."

"Not relevant?" you exclaimed, incredulous. "Is that why you skipped the meeting? Were you meeting with these people?" you asked, your voice a mixture of anger and concern. His response was to simply say nothing. He looked at you blankly. You nodded and sank back into your chair, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "I just wish you would trust me enough to include me in your plans."

He sighed again, his anger seemingly deflating. "I trust you, y/n. I'm just trying to protect you. I've made mistakes in the past, and I don't want to see you hurt because of them."

You looked at him, your heart aching. "I know you're trying to protect me, Dad. But I can't help but feel like you're pushing me away."

He didn't say anything, his gaze focused on the floor. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. "You don't understand the choices I have to make, the things I have to deal with."

"Then help me understand, Dad," you pleaded, your voice softer now.

He looked torn, his emotions battling within him. "It's not that simple, y/n."

"Isn't it?" you asked, “i think it is. You either tell me or you don’t” 

“It's for your own safety,” he said. You couldn't help but scoff, disbelief coloring your features. With a nod, you headed for the door. 

You breathed deeply as you reached your own caravan, throwing yourself at your bed feeling so frustrated by your talk with your dad.

You couldn't understand why he was acting so shady. He clearly had something to hide, thoughts swirled through your mind like a storm.With a frustrated sigh, you sat up on your bed, running a hand through your hair.

It wasn't like your dad to be so secretive, or maybe it was and you were just understanding things better now. You had a strong feeling that his actions were connected to the recent events, especially the fire that had destroyed the shop, but how connected? What did he do? 

You had no control of his actions and you couldn’t do anything about it now. You decided to use your time for something useful and picked up a book you rented at the library about taxes and started to do your homework. After a while, your eyes felt heavy and you laid in bed hugging Taffee strongly, missing the warmth of Tommy’s body next to yours. 

You felt asleep quickly but woke up not long after, hearing someone inside your caravan.You moved abruptly, grabbing the small knife you had hidden beside your bed. In one swift and quick movement you sat with the knife pointing to the manly figure in front you. 

“Hey! hey!” He held his hands up. Your eyes adjust trying to see the man’s face in the darkness. 

“Tommy?” you asked, lowering the knife and scratching your eyes “what are you doing here?”

“Can’t sleep without you” he said, taking off his gun holster and moving his hands to undo the buttons of his shirt

You smiled and shifted in bed, creating a comfortable space for him. Taffee settled at your feet as Tommy slid under the covers, his arm wrapping around your waist as he became the big spoon, his strong frame enveloping you.

As his touch enveloped you, you felt the tension in his body slowly easing, his breaths evening out. You snuggled even closer, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

“Yes, just go to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow," he reassured you, his voice gentle 

You nodded, nestling yourself against him as if seeking solace in his warmth. His presence was a balm to your anxieties. Your body molded perfectly to his, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

He peppered a few tender kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulders, his lips warm against your skin. Then, with a gentle sigh, he rested his forehead against your shoulder

the night wrapped around you, cocooning you in a sense of comfort and belonging, as you drifted into a peaceful sleep together.

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[polysprachig]

tell us more about these projects! i’ve struggled to pick up languages again after an extended break and no time and a project-based approach seems very refreshing!

Apologies in advance for the long post. I do plan on making a more detailed post on this at a later point hopefully a video but I make no promises these days.

Important note!! Before you start any short- or long-term learning projects, begin a polyglot journal outlining your objectives and check in every two weeks with an extra detailed summary of what you’ve done, haven’t done, dislike, feel needs changing, etc. either once per quarter or 2x year. Your micro-goals, methods and timeline should shift over time, showing that you can reassess the project and try out new things to suit your needs. If you don't update on time it's nbd, but at least try to write a note in your planner or calendar about what you did when because it can be extremely helpful one year later when you try to revisit where you are now and how you got there. 🧿🤍

The main projects from 2019 to today include the following

Greek - Conversational Speaking, 2019

Goal: meet for casual 30-minute lessons with a teacher, 2 or 3x per week to build up conversational skills and high frequency grammar in use as a passive bilingual (it being the native language which I actively lost growing up for various reasons).

Reflection: The real studies were repetition in speech and looking up key vocabulary I would need to use to tell my teacher about what happened in the last week, and my teacher supplied me with additional vocabulary to help me be more specific. Now I have a record of that vocabulary which I can review whenever by topic/story. Plus my family did notice my drastic improvement and asked if I had been studying.

Irish - The Merlin Project (Quarantine Project), 2020-2022 (+ ongoing, needs new methodology because I met my aims a while back at this point)

Aim: Go from A2 to B1 by learning to write so that you can have the skills to be able to read longer texts

Challenge: Rewatch an episode from the last show that you watched and write down what you see in as much detail as possible, making sure to use a grammar point you’re currently studying in your writing. Look up new words to make the text more specific and add them to the description. Correct your text. Watch the same scene again and add more detail, as in the following:

(Basically: first: do a grammar practice, then: watch 30 seconds, write using that grammar, translate dialogue if you want, consult dictionary, write again incorporating the new words and/or make the sentences more complex, at the end: correct your text yourself or with a teacher, start again and repeat until the scene or full episode is complete or you've exhausted the usefulness of the exercise.)

Alternatively just write or translate fanfiction, but I don't say that here.

By self-correcting you should become very confident on the basic skills at your level, whereas the rewriting itself allows for varied attempts at forming sentences and vocabulary acquisition in a specific context.

FYI I posted the project itself along with the notes to my website (here) and intend to share the presentation on the experience I gave in the Gaeltacht this past August soon enough.

Multilingual, select Romance and Germanic languages - The Diana Project, 2022-present

Challenge: dive deep into the rhythm, melody and sound of certain languages (which relate to a poet I’m analysing) via a slow read of poetry and familiarisation with the poet, poet-translator and poet-actor

Components: read, write, translate and recite poetry on the subject of Greco-Roman tragedy (now its shifting to satire after 1+ year or so of tragic influences) from select eras and in select styles, ex. ottava rima, rhyming verse & simultaneously learn about the rhetoric of poetics that influenced these authors and their poems or translations

These writings I’m still adding to my website as part of a translation, recitation and poetry portfolio.

Most recently, I’ve started what I call the Secret Senecan Project which requires reading certain ancient and mediaevil texts on stories I’m familiar with in the original, identifying key words based on context then extrapolating the grammar from their features (declinations, location in reference to other word forms, etc.). The next step will be to compare these predictions with the bilingual translation and consult my grammar books in those languages to confirm or improve my predictions.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading! I hope to polish this up and make the details more learner-friendly sometime before 2024. (:

#8-bitdyke #asks #polyglot things #sorry if this sounds nuts #slow learning #my polyglot studies

[tree0frog]

Hi, I just recently came across your blog, and I really liked the way you write, so keep up the good work. 👍

I would like to ask you, if possible, to write a story about male reader x Susan Foreman (the doctor's granddaughter).

Something like this: the reader fell in love at first sight with a strange girl who loved listening to music on her portable player, and who at the same time knows a lot about science and history and very little about the most ordinary everyday things.

I apologize in advance for mistakes in the text, English is not my native language.

I cannot tell you how much this made my day !!! My boss told me that I’m shit and never going to make it in my line of work and then I saw this✨

Love at first sight

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You sighed walking into your history class taking your normal back seat in the right corner of the classroom the seat beside it remained empty like always as no one took it each class until today.

“Can I sit here?”a voice asked making you jump slightly.Looking up your voice got cought in the back of your throat.

“Oh em yeah” you flash the girl a quick smile.

“I’m suzan I just moved here”she flashed you a smile that made your face heat up rather to quickly for your likening.

“I’m {y/n} nice to meet you”you said back taking the last of your things out of bag.

As the class went on you noticed something odd about the girl beside you,she was smart no doubt about it but some of the things she had said made you question her.

Soon the bell rang letting everyone know it was the end of the day.

“I can em walk you home if you want” you asked a blush crept up into your face.

“Oh no thank you I’ll be quiet alright on my own”she smiled leaving the class room making you wonder about her.

As the weeks went on the two of you became close, and each day you fell harder and harder for the girl.

“{y/n}”susan said as she walked into your room as you had invited her over to do a history project with her.

“Yes”you asked looking over your shoulder.

You watched as she walked close to you,her hair falling in frount of her face.

Without thinking you moved it out of her eye and cupped the fat of her cheek.

“I- well I em” she stumbled over her world something you find to be quite cute.

“I leaving well I want you to come with me “her face leans into your hand more.

“Your leaving when”fully icnoring what she had asked of you.

“Soon oh please come with me I beg of you” you don’t know when her face had become so close to yours but you weren’t complaining.

“Me and my grandfather are leaving the day after tomorrow I don’t want to leave you”she whispered.

Her eyes fell to your lips and you moved them closer to her stopping just before they met.

“If I say yes,do I get to know where we are going love?” Your breath felt hot on her face.

“I don’t know where or when we will end it but together we can work it out” she said “now please kiss me”

That was all you needed before your lips locked it was weird at first being both of your fist kisses but the two of you didn’t care.

Two day later you were in a blue box with your now girlfriend and your new family.

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Everyday pt.18

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt15, pt16, pt17, pt19

A/n apologizing in advance 😋 credits "every day" by david levithan.

Day 6026

I feel guilty about how relieved I am to be a normal size the next morning. I feel guilty because I realize that while before I didn’t care what other people thought, or how other people saw me, now I am conscious of it, now I am judging alongside them, now I am seeing myself through Hanni’s eyes. I guess this is making me more like everyone else, but I feel something is being lost, too.

Lisa Marshall looks a lot like Hanni’s friend Yeeun—light brown hair, mole on her left cheek , dark brown doe eyes. She is not someone you’d go out of your way to notice if you saw her on the street, but you’d definitely notice her if she was sitting next to you in class.

Hanni won’t mind me today, I think. Then I feel guilty for thinking it.

There’s an email from her waiting in my inbox. It starts like this:

I really want to see you today.

And I think, That’s good. But then it continues.

We need to talk.

And I don’t know what to think anymore

The day becomes a waiting game, a countdown, even if I’m not sure what I’m counting down toward. The clock brings me closer. My fears pound louder.

Lisa’s friends don’t get much out of her today.

Hanni’s told me to meet her at a park by her school.

I’m early, so I sit on a bench with Lisa’s copy of an Alice Hoffman novel, stopping every now and then to watch a jogger push by. I’m so lost in the pages that I don’t realize Hanni’s here until she sits down next to me.

I can’t help but smile when I see that it’s her.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she says.

Before she can tell me what she wants to tell me, I ask her about her day, ask her about school, ask her about the weather—anything to avoid the topic of her and me. But this only lasts for about ten minutes.

“Yn,” she says. “There are things that I need to say to you.”

I know that this sentence is rarely followed by good things. But still I hope.

Even though she’s said things, even though she’s implied there’s more than one, it all comes down to her next sentence.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

I only pause for a moment. “You don’t think you can do it, or you don’t want to do it?”

“I want to. Really, I do. But how, Yn? I just don’t see how it’s possible.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a different person every day. And I just can’t love every single person you are equally. I know it’s you underneath. I know it’s just the package. But I can’t, Yn. I’ve tried. And I can’t. I want to—I want to be the person who can do that—but I can’t. And it’s not just that. I’ve just broken up with Minji—I need time to process that, to put that away. And there are just so many things you and I can’t do. We’ll never hang out with my friends. I can’t even talk about you to my friends, and that’s driving me crazy. You’ll never meet my parents. I will never be able to go to sleep with you at night and then wake up with you the next morning. Never. And I’ve been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don’t matter, Yn. Really, I have. But I’ve lost the argument. And I can’t keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.”

This is the part where I should be able to say I’ll change. This is the part where I should be able to assure her that things can be different, show her it’s possible. But the best I can do is to give her my deepest fantasy, the one I’ve been too self-conscious to share.

“It’s not impossible,” I tell her. “Do you think I haven’t been having the same arguments with myself, the same thoughts? I’ve been trying to imagine how we can have a future together. So what about this? I think one way for me to not travel so far would be if we lived in a city. I mean, there would be more bodies the right age nearby, and while I don’t know how I get passed from one body to the next, I do feel certain that the distance I travel is related to how many possibilities there are. So if we were in New York City, I’d probably never leave. There are so many people to choose from. So we could see each other all the time. Be with each other. I know it’s crazy. I know you can’t just leave home on a moment’s notice. But eventually we could do that. Eventually, that could be our life. I will never be able to wake up next to you, but I can be with you all the time. It won’t be a normal life—I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.”

I’ve pictured us there, having an apartment to ourselves. Me coming home each day, kicking off my shoes, us making dinner together, then crawling into bed, with me tiptoeing out when midnight approaches. Growing up together. Knowing more of the world through knowing her.

But she’s shaking her head. There are tears becoming possible in her eyes. And that’s all it takes for my fantasy to pop. That’s all it takes for my fantasy to become another fool’s dream.

“That will never happen,” she says gently. “I wish I could believe it, but I can’t.”

“But, Hanni—”

“I want you to know, if you were a person I met—if you were the same person every day, if the inside was the outside—there’s a good chance I could love you forever. This isn’t about the heart of you—I hope you know that. But the rest is too difficult. There might be girls out there who could deal with it. I hope there are. But I’m not one of them. I just can’t do it.”

Now my tears are coming. “So … what? This is it? We stop?”

“I want us to be in each other’s lives. But your life can’t keep derailing mine. I need to be with my friends, Yn. I need to go to school and go to prom and do all the things I’m supposed to do. I am grateful—truly grateful—not to be with Minji anymore. But I can’t let go of the other things.”

I’m surprised by my own bitterness. “You can’t do that for me the way I can do that for you?”

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

We are outside, but the walls are closing in. We are on solid ground, but the bottom has just dropped out.

“Hanni…,” I say. But the words stop there. I can’t think of anything else to say. I’ve run out of my own argument.

She leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

“I should go,” she says. “Not forever. But for now. Let’s talk again in a few days. If you really think about it, you’ll come to the same conclusion. And then it won’t be as bad. Then we’ll be able to work through it together, and figure out what comes next. I want there to be something next. It just can’t be …”

“Love?”

“A relationship. Dating. What you want.”

She stands up. I am left stranded on the bench.

“We’ll talk,” she assures me.

“We’ll talk,” I echo. It sounds empty.

She doesn’t want to leave it like this. She will stay until I give some indication of being alright, of surviving this moment.

“Hanni, I love you,” I say.

“And I love you.”

That isn’t the question, she’s saying.

But it’s not the answer, either.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything. It can’t do anything on its own.

It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

I get home and Lisa’s mother is cooking dinner. It smells amazing, but I can’t imagine having to sit at the table and make conversation. I can’t imagine talking to a single other person. I can’t imagine making it through the next few hours without screaming.

I tell her I’m not feeling well, and head upstairs.

I lock myself in Lisa’s bedroom, and feel that’s where I’ll always be. Locked inside a room. Trapped with myself.

Day 6027

I wake up the next morning with a broken ankle. Luckily, I’ve had it for a while and the crutches are next to my bed. It’s the one thing about me that feels newly healed.

I can’t help it—I check my email. But there’s no word from Hanni. I feel alone. Completely alone. Then I realize there’s one other person in the world who vaguely knows who I am. I check to see if he’s written me lately.

And indeed he has. There are now twenty unread messages from Haruto, each more desperate than the previous one, ending with:

All I ask is for an explanation. I will leave you alone after that. I just need to know.

I write him back.

Fine. Where should we meet?

With her broken ankle, Kasey can’t exactly drive. And since he’s still in trouble for his blanked-out joyride, Haruto’s not allowed to use the car, either. So our parents have to drop us off. Even though I don’t say it is, mine just assume it’s a date.

The hitch is that Haruto is expecting me to be a guy named Akira, since that’s who I said I was last time. But if I’m going to tell him the truth, being Kasey will help me illustrate my point.

We’re meeting at a Mexican restaurant by his house. I wanted somewhere public, but also somewhere our parents could drop us off without raising eyebrows. I see him walk in, and it’s almost like he’s dressed for a date, too—even if he doesn’t look sporty, he’s certainly trying to be his best self. I raise one of my crutches and wave to him; he knows I have crutches, just not that I’m a girl. I figured I’d save that for in-person.

He looks very confused as he’s walking over.

“Haruto,” I say when he gets to me. “Have a seat.”

“You’re … Akira?”

“I can explain. Sit down.”

Sensing tension, the waiter swoops in and smothers us with specials. Our water glasses are filled. We give our drink order. Then we’re forced to talk to each other.

“You’re a girl,” he says.

I want to laugh. It freaks him out so much more to think he was possessed by a girl, not a guy. As if that really matters.

“Sometimes,” I say. Which only confuses him more.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“I’ll tell you,” I reply. “I promise. But let’s order first.”

I don’t really trust him, but I tell him I do, as a way of inspiring a reciprocal trust. It’s still a risk I’m taking, but I can’t think of any other way to give him peace of mind.

“Only one other person knows this,” I begin. And then I tell him what I am. I tell him how it works. I tell him again what happened the day I was inside his body. I tell him how I know it won’t happen another time.

I know that, unlike Hanni, he won’t doubt me. Because my explanation feels right to him. It fits nicely into his own experience. It what he’s always suspected. Because in some way, I primed him to remember it. I don’t know why, but when my mind and his mind concocted our cover story, we left a hole in it. Now I’m filling in that hole.

When I’m done, Haruto doesn’t know what to say.

“So … whoa … I guess … so, like, tomorrow, you’re not going to be her?”

“No.”

“And she’ll …?”

“She’ll have some other memory of today. Probably that she met a boy for a date, but that it didn’t work out. She won’t remember it’s you. It’ll just be this vague idea of a person, so if her parents ask tomorrow how it went, she won’t be surprised by the question. She’ll never know she wasn’t here.”

“So why did I know?”

“Maybe because I left you so fast. Maybe I didn’t lay the groundwork for a proper memory. Or maybe I wanted you to find me, in some way. I don’t know.”

Our food, which arrived while I was talking, remains largely untouched on the table.

“This is huge,” Haruto says.

“You can’t tell anyone,” I remind him. “I’m trusting you.”

“I know, I know.” He nods absently, and starts to eat. “This is between you and me.”

At the end of the meal, Haruto tells me it’s really helped to talk to me and to know the truth. He also asks if we can meet again the next day, just so he can see the switch for himself. I tell him I can’t make any guarantees, but I’ll try.

Our parents pick us up. On the drive back home, Kasey’s mom asks me how it went.

“Good … I think,” I tell her.

It’s the only truthful thing I tell her the whole ride.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hiii,I hope you’re doing well today! If your match-ups are still open,I’d like to request one. If it’s not too much to ask,could I request a JJK + Demon Slayer + AOT matchup? If not,just JJK + Demon Slayer is fine! Thank you in advance.

• About me:

Appearance-wise,I have a pale skin tone and rosy cheeks (people always assume I’m blushing when really it’s just how my face naturally looks 🥲) I have medium length wavy brunette hair,greenish eyes and I’m 5’5 but am a bit on the chubbier side. When it comes to fashion,I personally love to wear anything that is cozy yet cute! Occasionally I’ll wear something that is considered “fashionable” if I really feel like it. Personality-wise,I am an ISFJ and a Hufflepuff with my zodiac sign being Cancer. I have a rather shy and hushed personality at first,wanting to be polite and friendly enough while still maintaining some distance. If you’re able to get to know me more however,I’ll begin to break out of my shell,just enough to be noticeable. For an example,I’ll become less shy and awkward about things and more so comfortable enough to act more like myself. If we’re close friends,I can be: talkative,friendly,passionate,loyal,supportive,funny,and maybe even a little bit teasing! I tend to be the friend that people go to for advice,because I’m quite nonjudgmental and can take on a more mature mindset when being asked to share my thoughts on something. Despite my nonjudgmental nature,I can be honest and blunt about things if need be,because I’d rather be the kind of friend that is 100% real with you and tells you what you need to hear rather than what you’d want to hear. On the more negative side to my personality,I’m overly emotional and prone to taking things too personally. I’m also a huge over-thinker,getting overly anxious about things without giving myself the time to think or relax for a second. I’m a natural perfectionist and a people pleaser that tries to avoid confrontation as much as possible,and I struggle with self-confidence myself as well. I have a low social battery and tend to exhaust myself from being around people for a long time period,which makes me prefer hanging out with people one-on-one instead of in groups. I don’t like to be in large crowds either,it overwhelms me when things get too loud and crowded.

• Likes:

Video games,animanga,food,music,shopping,cute aesthetics,sleeping,TV shows or movies,writing,reading,photography,baking,and animals!

•Dislikes:

Weather that is too hot or too cold,loud or abrupt noises,insects,when things are disorganized,rude and disrespectful behavior…

• Love language:

Quality time and words of affirmation (with a sprinkle of physical touch on my behalf)

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By the way,I would prefer an adult male matchup. And I apologize if I included too much text,but thank you again and have a great day. Take care! ❤️

(HELLO, DON’T WORRY IT’S NOT TOO MUCH TEXT. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND TAKE CARE TOO!!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- Teases you about your rosy cheeks but not in a mean way though.

- He’ll break you out of your shell very quickly and after that the both of you will be talking all the time nonstop.

- You two get really competitive when playing games together. Y’all make bets like whoever wins gets the last of the snacks.

- When he’s feeling curious, he likes to sneakily read what you write about.

- When he finds out that you have low self confidence he’ll compliment you much more, hoping and praying that it will help you.

- If you tease him a little bit, he’ll reciprocate 10 times more.

- You two will have competitions on who can make the other laugh the most.

- He tries to reassure you the best he can even though he’s not the best at using his words. He tries to distract you from your problems such as taking you out to eat, shopping, etc.

- Points out animals he sees when you two are walking.

Armin Arlert

- When the both of you are alone he likes to kiss both of your cheeks and smile whenever he sees your smile.

- Words of affirmation is his specialty. If you’re ever feeling down, upset, angry, frustrated, or discouraged about something, he’ll be there to reassure you no matter what the problem is.

- A big fan of hand holding, but only if you’re okay with it and you’re not uncomfortable.

- If you two are at a party he always keeps an eye on you and scan to see any little signs of discomfort on you.

- He helps you organize things whenever stuff gets super unorganized.

- He likes to listen to you talk about the books that you read.

- There’s a photo album that he made that has lots of pictures of you and him together.

- If you’re having a bad day he’ll cook you some of your favorite meals.

- He tries to help you with your overthinking and emotions by coming up with different solutions.

Giyuu Tomioka

- He loves it when you talk to him, he enjoys your company and he’s glad that you’re here with him.

- He wants to know more about your interests so he asks for manga and anime recommendations so he can watch it and talk to you about it without being confused.

- He loves listening to you talk about your interests with such passion.

- Often times you two will just sit on the couch and watch your favorite shows while eating food.

- One time the both of you fell asleep listening to music in your room.

- Whenever there’s a loud and abrupt noise he always turns to look at you to make sure that you’re okay.

- He kills bugs for you so you won’t get grossed out or scared.

- Sometimes on a rare occasion he smiles at your jokes.

- He can relate to the low social battery so he understands when you’re feeling exhausted from all the socializing of the day.

Masterlist

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #aot matchups #aot x reader #aot x y/n #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin x y/n #kny matchups #kny x reader #kny x y/n #giyuu tomioka #tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Free to Be You and Me

Welcome to “Bert is to Ernie as Dean is to…: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e3: Free to Be You and Me

Sam and Dean have gone their separate ways for now, and this episode splits time between the two as they each have their own adventures. Sammy is incognito and working as a bartender, doing his best to stave off the annoying advances of a coworker, who eventually finds out that people who try to get close to him get held at knifepoint by hurt-butt hunters mad at Sam for starting the apocalypse then quitting the biz (or worse - EXPELLED). Meanwhile Dean and Cas go looking for Raphael to pump him for info on where God ran off to, the whole time giving each other Looks and throwing all sorts of poorly-disguised gay references at each other. Just make out, already, yeesh. Turns out Raphael is 100% that d-bag and God’s nowhere to be found. Dean and Cas then have a heart-to-heart in Baby, during which Dean claims he’s happier without Sam around. Cas smells manure. More tortured loving glances. THEN, cut to Sammy dreaming about Jess, who turns out to be Lucifer trying to gaslight his best vessel. Lots of fraught going on here, folks.

Mace:

Oh Sammy, quit sulking about that tart

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

I have jealousy issues

oh LOOKIT HIM

Lor:

well I mean you ARE way better than Jess

RIGHT?

Mace:

I appreciate the support

Lor:

shuttup not!Jess

Mace:

YES

SHUT. IT.

AND QUIT CALLING HIM BABY

IT’S DUMB

oh Sammy.

pets him

Lor:

seriously, Jess. Baby is the car. WATCH THE SHOW

Mace:

oof hot and naked and crying I CANNOT

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lol

oh I forgot this song is in the show. Jensen sings this a lot at cons

Mace:

interesting

this montage is so good

Lor:

omg lemons versus vamp blood

Mace:

and so is that shirt on Sam

Lor:

YES

YES

aw Dean taking care of his things

Mace:

HAHAHA boundaries Cas

Lor:

"Don't do that!" LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

“hello Dean”

“my apologies"

Lor:

"personal space" oh hush, you know you like him in your personal space

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"can I have my damn necklace back, please"

Mace:

oh lookit him getting right back in that personal space

Lor:

TMN angel haaaaahahahaha

Mace:

AND THE LOOKS THEY’RE GIVING EACH OTHER

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

come on, people, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS

Lor:

HE JUST COMPARED THEM TO THELMA AND LOUISE YOU'D HAVE TO BE BLIND

Mace:

they are both so pretty

RIGHT??!

Lor:

Right? and they look so good together

Mace:

and Dean keeps licking his lips

THEY DO

Lor:

WHAT WAS THE LOOK DEAN JUST GAVE HIM OMG

Mace:

“I DIDN’T POOP FOR A WEEK”

Lor:

lololololol

Mace:

Dean just wants roadtrip time with Cas

Lor:

YES

Mace:

stop flirting with my stringbean, bitch

Lor:

RIGHT? even if you do have a cute smile

yes, barman grandpa, it does seem like the end of the world

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

HE'S FIXING HIS TIE LIKE HE'S HIS WIFE

Mace:

YESYESYESYES

Lor:

"that's how you become president" lololol ow

Mace:

YES

THE BADGE MEME

Lor:

omg fixing the ID

YAAAAAS

Mace:

I LOVE YOU CAS YOU BUT WALNUT

Lor:

YES

Mace:

*big (But I’m okay letting but(t) stand)

Lor:

LOLOL

"pump and go" do they do this shit on purpose? they must

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

the DEMONS…DEMONS…DEMONS OMG

Lor:

"we all have our demons" lololol Dean

no, Kolchak

Mace:

“thank you” and the look

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES

Mace:

“jumps my bones” COME ON

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

omg Bobby’s snark

Lor:

I LOVE WHEN BOBBY DADS THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"arid" I LOVE HIM

Mace:

YES

he brought Dean…oil…special oil...

omg Dean is using the last night on earth line HOW IS THIS NOT ON PURPOSE

Lor:

he is this close to giving him the "last night on earth" line

HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BERT AND ERNIE ARE GAY

Mace:

oh he’s had occasion, but he’s been waiting for Dean

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON

Lor:

HOW is that RELEVANT, DEAN? UNLESS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

What the HELL would be wrong with "Keith Samuel"?

Mace:

right?

bitch, butt OUT

Lor:

i mean I wouldn't PICK it, but it's not BAD?

Mace:

agreed, esp with the package it’s labeling

Lor:

God that SHIRT

YES

Mace:

YES

READ THE ROOM, HAG

NO MEANS NO, BITCH

Lor:

RIGHT?

look, Dean, when you told him he wasn't gonna die a virgin, he was hoping for someone else

Mace:

RIGHT?!

he’s all mussed I CANNOT

Lor:

"this whole industry runs on absent fathers" you would know, Dean

RIGHT?

Mace:

RIGHT?!?@?@?!?!?!

“years…” oh honey

Lor:

oooof

you DO mean to pry stop it

Mace:

all you’ve been doing is prying you stupid horse

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL

nnnnnngggggg his deep ass voice speaking whatever that is. Enochian I guess?

Mace:

part fake Latin part nonsense

but yeah the voice is quality

Lor:

I have an advantage here in that none of it meant anything to me

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"I thought you were supposed to be impressive" DEAN

"by the way, hi, I'm Dean" OMG

Mace:

NICE

DED

Lor:

all casual taking a beer and then turning around and GLUGGING it because he's actually terrified

Mace:

YES

Lor:

THEY HAD A PLAN I LOVE THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"don't look at me, it was his idea" and then the look to Cas like "sorry, hon"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

look, dude, demons ain't new

Mace:

it’s not his fault you’re incompetent at your job, idiot

HAHAHA

Lor:

lol

RIGHT?

Mace:

Meh, knife her, we don’t care

Lor:

okay, she's a pain, but hunters taking civilians hostage at knifepoint? come on, dillweeds

HA!

Mace:

Yeah

Lor:

look Raphael, if you think the 20th century was worse than all the rest of history, you have not been paying attention

Mace:

Daddy ran away- so angels are all prostitutes?

Lor:

"he didn't happen to work at the post office did he?”

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOLOL

LORD he looks good

Mace:

YES HE DOES

Lor:

omg lookit Cas and Dean all rain spattered

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"but today you're my little bitch" DED

"what he said" HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

WHAT HE SAID AHAHAHAHA

Lor:

mmmmmrrrg little peek at his back

Mace:

YES

but wtf is wrong with these a-holes?

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

why can’t everybody just leave my Sam alone?!

Lor:

seriously

he does look kinda hot with blood all over his face though

Mace:

he really does

and all pissed

Lor:

YES

Mace:

oh so EVERYONE is a prostitute in this episode, then

Lor:

"who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas. what do YOU believe?"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

knocks him upside

Lor:

"and you're not that much fun"

you're not ALONE you DOPE you're with Cas

Mace:

right?

Lor:

oh ope. careful what you wish for, Chucklehead

Mace:

HA

Lor:

SAM WINCHESTER YOU ARE NOT THIS DUMB

Mace:

right?!

oh hey, Luci

oh god that tatt peeking out of his shirt

Lor:

RIGHT?

I LOVE THIS WHOLE STUPID SET UP SO MUCH

Mace:

YES

Lor:

they are PLAYING this as homoerotic and it still doesn't hold a candle to Cas and Dean just, like, standing next to each other

Mace:

NOPE

ooof. shit’s gettin’ real.

Lor:

YAAAAAS

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 5x03 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 5x03 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain dean jokes #watchingspnagain nnggg #watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking

[clover0101]

hello Tumblr today I offer you a little haruka hikaru drabble I wrote because I got bored

I apologize in advance for possible bad english, cringe or ooc, but ultimately I am free.

Summary: inno Haruka and Hikaru have a talk.

CW: SH, unalive thoughts, toxic view of relationships ?? (for Hikaru and their bf), and a lot of negative thoughts

Everything inside MILGRAM has been difficult lately. Fights, stress from some, relief from others. The albino had observed how their companions, even some they considered friends, isolated themselves after being found as guilty. After their trial, they expected the same for themself. If people like Mikoto and Mahiru, whom they admired so much, weren’t forgiven, then there was no hope for them. They were the worst of them all.

Or at least that's what they thought.

The wait became endless. They expected to spend nights unable to sleep, hearing those voices affirming their thoughts; that they were unforgivable, that this is what they deserved, that nothing they could do could fix their mistakes. Even if the thought terrified them, they could do nothing but wish for that reaffirmation. But it never happened. The environment went from bad to worse, several prisoners fighting with each other, some prisoners becoming closer. Hikaru was disconnected from all of that. Their days were limited to questioning that strange serenity they felt, and the dissonance caused by them being forgiven.

They were watching Hikaru, and they were judging Hikaru. If they knew what Hikaru did, if they were as transparent as possible, why not condemn them? Why make others suffer, if they’re way worse? After all, this tranquility, this silence, it was something they didn’t deserve. But still, it had been so hard for them... Getting a little support didn't sound so bad after all. Their nails dug into their wrists, trying to sort out their confused feelings. Their mind spins incessantly with unnerving thoughts, the physical pain keeping them a little aware of their surroundings to avoid completely sinking. Kazuto was no longer there and it was their fault, someone as pure, as perfect as only he could be. Someone who made them suffer so much. But, after all, it was their fault for making mistakes... After all, everything would be better if only...

The whirlwind of words was interrupted by a gentle touch on the door, followed by a sweet voice that made Hikaru startle.

“Um, Hikaru-san...” the blue-haired boy peeked through the cell door, slightly hunched. His hands squeezed tightly at the metal, fearing the other prisoner's reprimand “I was thinking that, uh... I haven't seen you much lately... Outside your cell, I mean...”

He forced a small smile, and the albino felt their heart sink. Why did he have to worry about them? They squeezed their eyes shut tightly to repress tears, and sighed deeply.

"...I’m sorry for that" they managed after a few seconds, still sitting on the floor of their cell. When they finally dared to look him in the face, he noticed his somewhat different appearance; two cute pins adorned his hair, and for the first time didn’t seem embarrassed by eye contact. Hikaru sighed, unable to do anything but smiling at the adorable sight. “I can go out in a while, if you want... It's been a while since we talked.”

"You don't have to go out f-for me..." he replied, fidgeting with his fingers and feeling a little selfish. It was obvious just by looking at Hikaru's tired face that they were not in the best mood. But still, he couldn't help but seek their company "Maybe I can keep you company for a while...?" he suggested in a lower voice, taking shy steps forward. It was the same old Haruka.

"Of course," Hikaru tilted their head, smiling back at him. Even if it was something so simple, this detail had already served to make them feel better. “I see you changed your style a little.”

Hikaru’s confirmation was all Haruka needed to hurry up and sit beside them, hugging his knees, a habit he couldn't let go of.

"Ah, yes... The others often tell me that lately. It makes me happy, to have changed" his words came out in a hurry from his mouth, almost fearful of leaving a second of silence "The pins were a gift from Muu-san. She’s very kind to me..." he added somewhat embarassed, rummaging through his memories to tell something interesting "Um, and... Lately Kotoko-san has hurt other prisoners. It’s scary, but the guard said they were bad people..."

At the mention of physical punishment, Hikaru frowned, sighing and letting their head fall back. The thought that the others were having a hard time saddened them, but at the same time they couldn't help thinking that they were saved from that... Which made them feel even worse.

"That's horrible..." they murmured after a few seconds, studying Haruka from top to bottom "But Haru-kun was forgiven, right?"

Haruka nodded energetically, his eyes shining at the idea. Being validated by MILGRAM after being ignored and reproached for so long... He had never felt something like that. It was overwhelmingly good.

"Well, at least the guard made a good decision” they said without thinking too much about it, looking at the floor in shame “I'm glad someone is taking care of you. I'm sorry for, um... Not having talked to you lately. I think... I was also forgiven.”

"Hikaru-san...!" Haruka's eyes widened, surprised. Hikaru was isolating himself like the prisoners who were found guilty, so he expected the worst. His hands took Hikaru's, forcing him to meet his gaze, eliciting a gasp from the albino "The guard forgave you too! S-So, Hikaru-san... Please don't be so sad. You didn't do anything wrong, after all."

The blue-haired boy did his best to comfort his friend, but after all he couldn’t understand how someone could be so upset after being validated like he was. Hikaru's expression remained frozen in surprise, and then they lowered they head, feeling their cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I don't think it's that easy for me..." they whispered, unable to meet Haruka's intense gaze. "Haru-kun, you... " they tried to find out the words that could express the complex knot of thoughts they had in his brain, but nothing came out of his mouth. They sighed, leaning forward a little to rest their head on Haruka’s chest, their hands clinging to his sweater. It was selfish from them, they knew it, but at the same time they wanted to treasure that feeling. The comfort that was being offered to them. Haruka tensed at the contact, totally unsure about what to do. It was probably the first time in years someone was so close, leaning on him in this way... It made him feel important. His trembling lips managed to form a nervous smile after a couple of seconds, keeping his arms at his sides without daring more “…I’ts okay, I guess. Maybe if it's you saying that, I can accept it. Who knows~”

"Ah, um..." Haruka was still shaking, suddenly feeling incapable of formulating a coherent sentence. He remained silent for a few minutes, letting Hikaru enjoy the closeness. It was somehow comforting in a way, but he couldn't point out why. His hands anxiously opened and closed, not daring to move. After carefully thinking his words, he whispered; “...Do you feel better now?”

When Hikaru heard his voice again, they opened their eyes, becoming self-aware of what they did. Embarrassed for their own actions, they let go of the hug and scooted away a bit, unable to look him in the face.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away..." but even if they apologized, they couldn't stop a sigh that came from their lips, curving to smile too “I'm feeling... much better now!”

#milgram #haruka sakurai #hikaru matsuo #drabble #oc #ocgram #im so ashamed to post this #JEUDUDJJD #but i think its kinda cute #i hope #i hopeeee #please be good #haruhika

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 22 - Climbing the Ladder

It's practice time at La Coppia Serena! But first, Hilary has requested to speak to Ophelia in the Laurents' office. Ophelia doesn't get to talk to the Laurents in person much, so it's either good news or bad news. Fingers crossed.

Hilary: Thank you for taking the time to speak to me, dear.

Ophelia: Of course. I feel like I hardly ever get to talk to you and Hector, you’re both so busy.

Hilary: One of the pitfalls of being business owners, I suppose.

Hilary: How has practice been? I hope Drew and Moses have been welcoming.

Ophelia: It's going great, they're both really talented. I’ve learned a lot from them.

Hilary: I’m pleased to hear that. They’ve had nothing but nice things to say about you as well.

Hilary: You’ve met Tiff, who we are currently planning on having fill the permanent singer position. How has she been?

Ophelia: Uh, I haven’t talked to her much since we met with Penny and Miko. 

Hilary: I see. Well, that’s part of the reason I called you in.

Hilary: When Tiff takes over the singer position, Anaya will become lead violinist. That would leave a spot on our string team open. You’ve been practicing, correct?

Ophelia: Yes, I’m level 7 now.

Hilary: Color me impressed.

Hilary: Are you still interested in working with us full-time? Hector and I have spoken and we'd like to offer you a permanent position as a violinist after the Pizzazz wedding. We can offer a 15% pay increase from your current salary. There’s also opportunities for advancement.

Ophelia: I’d love to. Can I give the Blue Velvet a few days notice so they’re able to fill my spot? They’ve been really good to me, I feel I owe them.

Hilary: That’s absolutely fine. I’ll finalize your onboarding paperwork and we can go from there. Welcome to the team, Ophelia.

Xander: Hey, sounds like Lemon Cake joined the fam! I knew you would. You should have seen Hil last night, she was all worried you’d say no. 

Hilary: Alexander, shouldn’t you be at the restaurant?

Xander: It’s 11 AM. Not the best time to get juiced.

Xander: For your information, I came to restock the bar, but I wanted to check in with my favorite big sister first.

Hilary: I’m your only sister period.

Xander: Well it’s a good thing you’re my favorite then! It'd be embarrassing if you weren't.

Hilary: Ophelia, I see you’ve met my younger brother. Xander, you remember Miss Lemon.

Xander: How could I forget my third favorite patron?

Ophelia: I need to work on my ranking.

Xander: I'm not gonna lie, I can be bribed.

Xander: Drew and Moses and I were just talking about going bowling later to celebrate you joining the team officially. You in?

Hilary: I told you not to tell people yet, Alexander. 

Xander: Trusting me with a secret was her first mistake. 

Ophelia: Bowling sounds fun. I’m in.

Hilary: Xander, please go restock the bar so I can finish talking to my new employee.

Xander: Okay, okay. I can take a hint.

Hilary: That wasn’t a hint, that was a full-on order.

Xander: See ya sis, later Lemon Merengue Pie!

Hilary: I apologize for him.

Ophelia: It’s okay, he’s a really fun guy.

Hilary: That’s the consensus. I’m glad his job is more fun than mine, at least.

Ophelia: Do you want to join us for bowling? It’d be nice to get to know one of my new bosses better!

Hilary: That’s sweet, hun, but Hector and I have Family Night with the kids today. They’ll be disappointed their uncle can’t make it though.

Ophelia: What if you all came? You guys can bond, the kids can see Uncle Xander, and we can do some team building. Multitasking!

Hilary: We wouldn’t want to impede on your fun. You’re young adults, you don’t want to hang out with your two boring bosses and their kids.

Ophelia: Hey, you’re not boring! You just have to work super hard to make sure we all get paid. That’s pretty cool if you ask me.

Ophelia: We’d have to do separate lanes anyway, so we could all do our own thing and then mingle in between sets.

Hilary: Well, we haven’t taken the kids bowling in quite some time. They’d probably enjoy it more than Don’t Wake the Llama. I’ll talk to Hector but no promises.

Ophelia: Great, see you at the bowling alley!

Hilary: I just said I'd have to see-

Ophelia: I gotta get to practicing with the band, we’ll chat tonight!

Hilary: These young people are going to put me in an early grave.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #hilary #xander

[chaoticgeminate]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Five

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Lots of smut, talks about having kids, cum as lube, PiV

Breeding Kink (1.9k)

“Javi-!”

“That’s it, Solecita, you always take me so well.”

Every part of you was alight with sensation as Javi thrust into your wet heat over and over, he always felt so much bigger like this when he was draped over your back, and it was starting to become a challenge to even keep your knees under you as he panted so harshly in your ear. One of his hands had a hold on yours, fingers woven between your own and palm encasing the entire back of your hand, and his other arm was under your body to hold your thighs in place so you didn’t end up being pushed up the bed.

Orgasm number ‘I wasn’t counting’ made your body lock up and clamp down hard, Javi’s surprised moan and his pace picking up only heightening the feeling, the sound of the wet squelch of your release and the slapslapslap of his hips meeting yours all deafened by the white noise as you blinked away the stars in your eyes. Javi moaned your name as he reached his own orgasm, hips humping shallowly against you, and he stayed there draped over you as he began to kiss and suck at the skin he could reach with his mouth.

Both of you spent that morning on the beach, just relaxing and talking about everything and nothing, even if Javi had tried to sneak out of bed to make you breakfast first. All day he had spoiled you with time in the sauna, after getting a private masseuse brought over today and the day before, so you’d been lax and limber when your boyfriend’s eyes had darkened with want and he’d guided you back up to the bedroom just after an early dinner when you were alone again.

Now you were laying under him, breathing in the smell of sex and his bodywash and shampoo that was becoming ingrained in the fabric of the blankets, and you could feel his heart beating in his chest like a war drum against your back. Javi pulled himself away and then lifted your hips higher before he dragged his fingers against the come starting to drip out of you, pushing it back into you and making you whimper, you could feel the way he was just looking at where you were still dripping with him.

“Javi, s’not enough.”

His hand, which was resting just on the back of your thigh, gripped your skin tighter at your soft whine and you couldn’t stop the way you moaned when he straightened up behind you and pulled your hips back so that they were higher in the air.

“Not enough? You don’t feel full of me yet, Solecita?”

“Need more, wanna- s’gotta take.”

His loud intake of breath at the throaty remark made you look at him from the corner of your eyes, head resting sideways on the blankets, and Javi’s face was focused on yours with an intense expression you had never seen on him before. Feeling his shaft drag against you, hard again and eager to go, made you press your hips back and arch a little more.

“You want me to fill your pretty little pussy so full that you have my baby?” He was teasing you by dragging his cock through your slit, making you whimper as you nodded, and when he didn’t immediately do anything about it you realized he wanted a verbal answer.

“Yes Javi- I want you to make sure there’s no way it doesn’t take.”

It wouldn’t since you had gone for birth control for yourself, or if it did then the chance was less than a percent, but the idea that there was even a chance that it could happen made you throb between your legs. The fantasy was enough for both of you right now.

“You’re going to look so good, Solecita, your beautiful breasts full of milk and your body swollen with my child.” His voice was so low and husky as he slid his cock home, filling you in a single stroke, the glide smooth because of your combined release. Javi pressed one hand to the middle of your shoulders while the other held onto your hip, the arch of your back making him hit so deep within you, and Javi could only groan before he was pulling out most of the way and then driving himself into you again.

His pace wasn’t fast or frantic, it was slow and deep and you realized as he pressed your chest and shoulders down more that this was his version of breath play. It wasn’t easy to breathe with the way he was holding you down but it wasn’t the same as his hands on your neck, your head began to spin with this knowledge that he’d gone behind your back to research other methods of breath play to incorporate.

All to try and make sure that you got to try out new things.

All to take care of your needs and wants.

Fuck, you loved him so much.

Your chest tightened and your grip on the blankets was shaky at best, thighs sliding open further to welcome him deeper, and Javi’s groan from behind you made you shudder before you were dragging one hand under and behind you to feel where the two of you were joined and how wet it was.

“Going to keep you full of me, perhaps I should buy a plug to make sure none of my come leaks out of you?”

The idea made you whine unintelligibly into the air, shudders wracking you at the idea of a breeding plug being used, and the need to come slammed into you like a freight train.

When your fingers brushed your clit, which was sensitive and slick already, you knew your muscles tightened but Javi’s hand cupped yours and he pressed your fingers against it with a wheezy moan that you knew was one of the sounds he made when he was close. That sound shot right to your core and the combined feeling of him grinding himself into you just right, along with a harsh circle of your clit, had you trembling and wailing his name into the sheets as you rocked back against him to ride out the high.

Were you drooling? Probably. You couldn’t tell anymore.

Javi’s body jerked and he was pulling you back against him for one, two, and a third thrust of his hips before he was panting against your back without pulling out of your body. You stayed like that until you were shaking too badly to support yourself, but your boyfriend made you wait with your ass up as he grabbed what he needed to clean you before sliding a plush pillow under your hips when you did spin around to lay on your back.

He laid beside you, hand resting against your lower abdomen, and you could see it in his eyes that this was definitely something he liked. Whether it was the thrill of the risk or the actual goal to fuck you pregnant was still to be discussed, but his eyes were starting to droop and there would always be plenty of time to talk about it later.

Javi woke you from your little nap by kissing you gently on the cheek and whispering about how peaceful and beautiful you looked, bedside tray set up, and you didn’t bother putting anything on when you went to use the restroom and clean yourself up a little. You knew he had every intention of taking you again, and again, but for now you wanted to feel a little less wet.

After washing your hands and returning to the bed Javi pressed a button that made the hidden monitor rise up from the cabinet just a few inches away from the foot of the bed, you settled against his side as you both had gazpacho and sandwiches as a late night meal while he scrolled through your favorite streaming service and settled on a show.

“Is that something you want, Solecita?” The very random question made you look up at Javi, his brow furrowed in thought.

“What?”

“Children.”

Talk about a delicate conversation.

“Right now? No. Could I change my mind later? Yes. I won’t even bother with the ‘stable income’ part of the conversation since we know that’s pointless here but I know I’m not ready for all the body changes that come with pregnancy and after. Or how tired both of us would be, even if you hired a nanny to help out.” Javi’s lips lifted into a soft smile and he leaned down to kiss you lightly.

“Thank you, for even considering it.”

“Of course I would, Javi, I can tell you like the idea. I’m not- I’m not against making a family with you, just not right now.”

His cheeks colored but he didn’t deny it, it was definitely a big life change to think about but you had plenty of time, and only after your refresher meal had been finished and cleared away did Javi propose a game of billiards in the lounge. He made you a drink, simply wearing some boxers, and you’d only thrown on a tee shirt of his since there was nobody else here.

You could tell what he was doing when he moved to stand behind you any time you bent over to line up a shot, making you roll your eyes and spread your legs just a little bit, and you made about three shots into the second game before he was up behind you and dragging his fingers through your folds again.

“I feel like a caveman, Solecita, seeing you bare like this without my seed filling this pretty little pussy. Knowing you want a future here, with me, that you’d even think about having a family with me -it makes me want to do anything to keep you here.” You abandoned your attempt to shoot, the pool stick knocking the balls around as you bent further over the table, and Javi moaned at the wetness that coated his fingers when he dipped them inside you.

It was stupid and while you didn’t want to be some homemaker, fifties housewife… you knew you at least wanted to be his wife.

“Not going anywhere, ‘m happy Javi, you take good care of me and encourage me. You let me make choices without pressuring me, and you listen. I want you, so ‘m not going anywhere.” Reaching back with one hand, holding the hand on your hip gently, you felt the tremors in your boyfriend’s body before he was splitting you open with his cock again and kissing the side of your face and mouth.

Javi was whispering praises and gratitude into your ear and against your temple, the felt of the pool table rubbing against your skin with each thrust, and you knew you were drooling on it but you didn’t care. Javi didn’t either, clearly, and his forehead settled between your shoulders as he called you his good girl and thanked you for choosing him.

He knew exactly what he was doing calling you that.

You had to have come in record time.

You were panting hard after another two orgasms, starting to really feel the strain on your calves from going up on tip toe for a better angle, and you abandoned the billiard table for the bedroom as your eyelids began to droop from being full and now sated. Javi curled close behind you and you could feel his hand against your lower abdomen again.

Right over where your womb was.

He deserved a family and while it was most assuredly a later thought… you could see yourself being happy giving him one.

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[warriorteam1924]

First times

Feat John Deacon

Author note : Hello my beauties. here I am for day 5 of Deaky’s 71th birthday. I’m not following any prompts, it’s just birthday themed. I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes. this is also inspired by the song by Ed Sheeran, First Times. 

Side note : This one is special given the tone I decided to use, but also, I would like to thank a special someone. This someone has greatly inspired me with this piece, as he always does. I’m not sure he wants his name in here, but my sweetheart, this one was also possible thanks to you and your idea. Thank you 💖💜

Warnings : none really, just my awful writing.... 

Summary : John ponding about his first times....

Words count : 1,371 words

Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose  @orionis8689 @queenlover05​ (communicate with me regarding tagging please)

As he usually does, John Deacon wakes up early. Earlier than anyone else in the house. And today is a special day, since it’s his birthday. So the whole family has gathered around the patriarchal figure he now is. He makes sure to step out of the bed very quietly, since he doesn’t want to wake his wife up.

 As silent as he can be, he carries on his way through the house. In the corridor, he can hear some loud snores and sometimes, what appear to be more like heavy breaths. Everyone is peacefully sleeping. Dawn is slowly showing up as he looks at the windows. The day promises to be lovely, a sunny summer day, like the ones they love to have in Britain. Everyone will be happy to enjoy the garden. 

 And surely he will too, but on his own for now. He knows his wife doesn’t like it when he smokes inside (or when he smokes at all), so he thinks about this alone time opportunity to get out a bit, feeling the fresh air on his cheeks.

 He walks in the garden, the morning dew wetting his slippers. He searches his pocket, taking his cigarette pack and his lighter. He slowly heads to the swing seat and lets out a sigh as he sits. A butterfly catches his attention as he softly pushes on his feet for the swing seat to move.

 71. He cannot believe he is 71 today. Does he feel old? He isn’t really sure. He is a father, a grandfather as well now. But he doesn’t feel like being 71 makes him officially old. He feels way older than when his own father left this world though. 

 He smiles as he thinks about this number, and suddenly, considers 71 the other way around. 17. Oh, boy, he was 17 an eternity ago. Young, so young, with so many projects.  

 In 1968, the Beatles were releasing their ‘White Album’, and he was already bass player for the band Opposition. Well, it was the band Art, then.

 What would 17 years old John Deacon think about the life that was waiting for him? As he was still softly swinging on his seat, John wonders. All the first time he’s seen, and all the things he’s done. And the things he’s stopped doing.

 What would 17 years old John think about him moving to London a couple of years later, and soon joining the band Queen? This definitely was a life change. The first time he actually met Freddie Mercury, Brian May and Roger Taylor comes to mind as well. 

 Then the first time he laid his eyes upon the person who would become his beloved wife. The first time their lips touched, the first time he felt like this was real love and not just a flirt. Their first night together also, passionate, loving. Discovering the other’s body with such tenderness and an endless affection. 

 Their first kid, and then all the first times he saw his five other children. 17 years old John would surely have been frightened if he was to know all of this in advance. John was also scared when his family became what it is now, but he also knew that he was just where he was meant to be.

 John carries on recalling his professional career with Queen as well, since it’s also been a massive part of his life. Music has always been a big part of his life, with young John Deacon learning how to play the guitar and then the bass guitar. As he thinks back, he isn’t sure 17 years old John knew how much of an impact it would have on his life.

 The first time he actually went on stage with the band Queen. Brian and Roger had known each other for a long time, it had seemed so easy for them. As for Freddie, he was born a performer, nothing ever seemed to scare him when he was in front of a crowded audience.

 He recalls his first time in a recording studio, experimenting everything, making art perhaps, more than actually making music. He smiles as he thinks about his studies and how his skills regarding engineering helped him build his own amp. It was the first time he was actually able to build something from A to Z. He also recalls the first song he ever wrote for Queen, and the embarrassment he still feels when he thinks about it. How come the rest of the band agreed for such a song to appear on their album….? This will surely remain a mystery.

 A slight breeze caresses his skin, as the sun slowly begins to rise in the horizon. Those are the first rays of the day and here he is, witnessing this. He sweetly sighs, but lets his thoughts carry on wandering.

 Queen…. It was also the name of their first album. Would 17 years old John Deacon think of this as a great accomplishment? An achievement that would lead the band to more albums….

 Music and recording albums also meant making actual gigs. The first ones were in London, then there were other dates in Britain. And soon, as the audience was carrying on showing support, their tours started to happen all around the world. He also remembers how embarrassed he was during the first interview, wondering how Freddie was handling this so easily.

 What would 17 years old John Deacon think about Japan? He recalls the first time he was in the Land of the Rising Sun, and how amazed he was. The geishas, the blossoming trees, the tea, the kabuki, the sushis…. And the massive support from the audience. It was another world, another time.

 Queen was his family, maybe some kind of a mistress for some, regarding his kids, his blood and flesh. Being part of his own family was hard, but he had always made sure to be there, being the best father he could be, given the circumstances. He recalls the first night he spent on the sofa, after an argument with his wife. But he remembers as well the first time he apologized to her and how making up after a fight sex was. He still has a smile on his lips, but this time, it’s cheekier.

 Would have 17 years old John Deacon ever consider playing Wembley? Maybe it was an unachievable dream for the shy teenager he was, and yet he did it. The first night the band played in Wembley was just incredible, and John wonders if he will ever be able to forget about it. It seems engraved in his brain, just like so many other memories. 

 He then thinks about the first time he released the Magic tour would be their last, with Freddie getting sicker and sicker. Tears form in his eyes as he thinks about the first time he played with Brian and Roger, but without Freddie. He remembers when he thought his musical career was over, since for him, it was no longer Queen without Freddie.

 He ponders about his retirement as well. He took a step back from the music industry 25 years ago, while he had spent almost 30 years being a musician.  

 Would 17 years old John Deacon consider stopping his career like this, almost fully interrupting any form of musical creativity? How would he compare his active time in the industry to his retirement? He wonders.

 There are things he misses about music and being creative like he was. But there are inconveniences he clearly doesn’t miss.

 His train of thoughts is interrupted, as he hears noises coming from the house. The family is slowly waking up it seems, getting ready for a family breakfast. It’s time to get back inside and spend time with them. John takes his cigarette pack and his lighter, realizing he didn’t even smoke his morning cigarette. Maybe he doesn’t need them anymore, maybe he should throw them away when he gets back inside.

 After all, today he is 71 years old. And just like 17 years old John Deacon, he is aware he still has a million more first times to witness.

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[thenumbersgameif]

Honestly very disappointed with the way you handled the question asking about revenge against One. Let’s be real, you made them unlikeable and if people want to treat your flawed character the same way they treat the mc, it’s not a personal attack against you. Making your characters untouchable though and getting feisty with a reasonable question is one of the reasons why I’m not choosing to play, despite the interesting premise. And yes, i agree with anon that it is hypocritical. You write well but yikes, some authors need to get off their high horse and admit their characters aren’t as well developed as they think. And the people who support your illogical deflections contribute to this as well. Basic kindness and acknowledgement isn’t too much to ask for, goodbye.

i'd like to apologise in advance for being mean and rude, but my patience is running thin today.

Let's get something straight. I was not "feisty" I set a clear boundary and expressed my displeasure (and that I was upset) that I have people (plural.) in my inbox saying they wish to harm or wishing harm on one of my characters.

let's remember what i said, shall we?

this is what i said before answering anything about this publicly:

and this is my responses to the two anons:

and this is my responses to other people regarding the situation:

if this is "feisty" then we may understand that word differently.

You're free to make your choices and not play my game, I'm not forcing anyone to play it. You are free to hate One, detest them, etc. However, I think it's immature to 1) go out of your way to message an author to ask whether you can harm said character or to inform the author you hate said character, 2) to get pissy that the author wasn't nice or 'professional' when confronted with the message.

Would you write devs of Detroit: Become Human to ask them if you'll have a chance to physically assault captain Hank, since he's a dick in a choice-based game? I doubt it, because it would be inappropriate and concerning.

I've been more than patient when it comes to anon messages. I ignore most of them, and try to keep benefit of the doubt for them / remain civil.

Whatever gives you the impression that you can judge whether my characters are 'well developed' when there's only a glimpse of them for the public to see?

"Illogical deflections" -- do you mean me explaining the scene... like, fine?

the first anon even wrote again, after the situation (i didnt publish it because i simply didn't want to start a new wave of asks about the entire thing) but here it is:

it was a case of me having a bad day and reacting too emotionally (which i recognised and said before) and simple miscommunication on that front. It was meant to be a joke, I didn't read the tone.

I don't know what you wanted me to do, anon. Post a notepad apology?

I'm kind to people who are kind back.

#re: one mess #if: the numbers game #anon asks #re: too fucking early for this shit

[caralara]

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All right, you asked for it! 🤣 I apologize in advance if this is long.

I was older than One Direction when they started as a band - late 20’s. Probably the reason I didn’t pay any attention to their relationships is because while I thought they were all little cuties, there was no real “idol” interest at all for me. I just really loved their music from minute one and thought it was fun and upbeat. I definitely took loads of crap about that, though, from friends that thought I was too old to listen to them.

I would definitely stop to watch interviews that I would see of them but it was mostly on large national US programs so there wasn’t a lot of the flirty H&L stuff that we see in some of the smaller videos and interviews. I never saw them in concert and always wished I did, so never saw interactions between HL there either. I did see the Today show interview when they talked about L becoming a dad and could easily tell he looked exhausted and no matter how much he tried to say it was an exciting time, it was clear he was a little shell-shocked by the news. In my mindset then, I took it to mean that he knew that he was never going to have a real relationship with the mother of his child and that was going to be difficult to navigate for the rest of his life. I truly felt for him.

BUT… even just being a casual 1D music fan and really nothing more, I STILL heard the rumors about a relationship inside the band. I never knew who it was between and really didn’t think it had any basis in reality. I just thought it was gossip.

Fast forward to last summer/early fall. Let me preface this by saying that I am now a marketing professional in a large company. I can sniff out a marketing campaign a mile away. I started seeing articles and pictures of O and H, and while I had never known much about publicity stunt relationships because it’s not my industry, I could tell that some thing was WAY OFF there. Also, I was a normal adult with life experience and knew what a love relationship looked like. And it doesn’t look like that! It looked awkward and uncomfortable and H seemed miserable. Not miserable because they were being stalked by paparazzi, miserable because he actually seemed like he was repulsed by the idea of touching her. 

So I started doing some research. I started asking my friends and colleagues who are in celebrity marketing and found out a ton about PR stunt relationships for movies, etc. Most of them said that they of course didn’t know for sure but they would 100% say that H and O was a stunt relationship because it had all the markings. 

Then for some reason I remembered the tiny rumor I had heard so many years ago about a relationship inside the band and decided to do some research. Let me tell you, it was not hard AT ALL to find Larry Stylinson Content on YouTube. In fact it was basically being served up to me on a silver platter. Literally hundreds of hours of videos for me to watch. I have been reading similar stories from so many people recently that have said that’s exactly what happened when they went to YouTube. They basically couldn’t NOT see all the Larry content. It’s definitely being served to a demographic via the algorithm. If there is a purpose other than just views… I’m not sure yet. What I can’t understand though is if this “lie” is something that so many people want to go away, H & L, their teams, their families, girlfriends, PR agencies, etc, why is so much of that stuff available and still there, for YEARS. It seems like the only people that actually wants it to go away are the people that are doxxing people like FIMQ, etc. Quickly, I found cosmic leads. I went through the entire timeline. I was convinced halfway through the 2011 timeline. it was so obvious.

But then, I had to know if what everyone was saying about them still being together 12 years later was true. I can tell you the specifics that convinced me beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are still together in 2022 if you want me to go into it in a different post, but they’re really not the same things that I’ve ever seen anybody say.

I do though believe that they broke up for a brief period of time. Maybe even a couple brief periods of time. It’s hard to invent that kind of deep pain they express in songs. I don’t know if it was like a “we’re open to see other people” kind of break or just like an “everything‘s really intense right now we just need to breathe and take some time” kind of break. Either way I believe that they struggled and decided the relationship was worth working for, got some counseling and worked through a lot of crap to be where they are today.

That’s basically my story. Again sorry it’s so long. I can tell you that I am very very hopeful that they decide to come out at some point sooner rather than later. Not because I want to see that I was right, but because I think that as a couple HL are in a unique place to change the narrative about LGBTQ+ people in the entertainment industry and in society as a whole. But I know how difficult that would be and maybe they just don’t want to deal with the ramifications. I’m not in their shoes and I can’t make that choice for them.

Hi anon, oh my how wonderful, thank you so much for sharing with us!!! I love this!

I agree with a lot you think happened, I am also always very confused when people say they “exaggerate an afternoon fight bc Harry is a dramatic aquarius” and that’s where the break up songs come from, to me personally I feel like that seems quite insulting and belittling very real relationship problems, and those they had many they had to navigate, from inside (communication issues) and outside (closeting & fame). Which periods of time would you say they were on breaks/broken up?

And yes please do share what convinces you in the year 2022, I’m very curious.

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