#FaceTime don’t do it justice sometimes

[peepthatbish]

Hey @wayfayrr what if I told you… that I woke up at 4:30am for a ~7am flight.

Am I tired? Yes. Am I running on a vague 3 hrs of sleep and whatever sleep I got on my first flight? Yes. Have I not eaten breakfast cause I’m saving myself for some killer food back home? Also yes.

Also ahh, uni fire alarms are the best. Ironically like, last week, my apartment’s fire alarm set off our entire building’s. And so we had to go outside while it was just above freezing point. It was… fun

Also literally feel free to spam stuff in my inbox or anythin. I hide so many thoughts in my tags lmao. I’m glad you caught that in particular 👀

[onsomenewsht]

The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love

About when she's right next to you, he's a menace and nothing can rain on your parade

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: -1.4k

》 rain or shine [idiom]: regardless of the weather or circumstances; sometimes used figuratively for whatever happens

“Mami, it’s raining today too!”

Your son’s voice is a sound you’ll never get tired of.

That’s what you have to remind yourself as you open your eyes at six in the morning on a rare day off, a five-year-old kid jumping on the bed without a care.

The rain hitting the windows is actually the third noise your still-half-asleep mind manages to take in – yet one you’re starting to get used to after almost a year in London.

Upon hearing Rafael’s voice – hours of Facetime could never make your son’s voice justice or bridge the distance –, the slight snoring of your wife comes to you, blissfully asleep at your side and unaware.

Lucky her.

“Rafa, it’s gonna stop soon”, you hope, trying to smooth his disappointment. Or at least make him stop bouncing.

“Aquí siempre llueve!” [but it’s always raining here]

He has a point.

Used to the Barcelona sun, the kid’s trips in London are often greeted by cloudy days and unexpected rainfalls. Maybe an entire morning exploring the park was an overly bold and optimistic promise.

“Monito, ven aquí” [come here]

She rises.

You turn to the woman as she pats the space between the two of you with one hand, the other on her face, trying to wake herself up properly – and hiding an amused smirk too.

Alexia’s smile grows as she welcomes your son under the blankets.

She looks tired, exhausted even. It’s a long and tricky season, the one occurring. And the situation you find yourself in as a family since you accepted the transfer to London is not helping.

You’re trying though, you all are.

“What do you think of lots of cuddles and then lots of waffles while we wait for the rain to stop, ¿qué tal?”

“How many waffles are we talking about?”

“A tantos como podamos comer” [as many as we can eat]

You lightly hit the blonde’s arm, avoiding being seen by Rafael.

She’s perfectly aware you’re going to be the one cooking for two people able to eat like an army – way too much for an athlete during the season and a kid barely tall enough to reach the kitchen counter by himself.

As an answer, the Catalan blows you a kiss and a wink.

You miss dearly mornings like this one, serene and without the frenetic need to be and to do as much as possible in the shortest time out of fear of not doing enough, not being together enough, before you have to be far away again.

“Hay trato” [we have a deal], he says with gravity after a careful evaluation of the proposal.

You and Alexia can’t hold back a laugh at Rafael’s unusual solemnity, ruffling his hair.

“¡Mami, no! You have to wake up, you have to make waffles!

“Yo? Oh no, you didn’t make a deal with me, monito”

“¡Por favor!, mamà can’t make them as good”

The mentioned lets out an offended gasp at the boy’s statement, bringing one hand to her chest as mortally wounded, to then theatrically collapse on the bed.

“My own child!”

“Mamà, es la verdad” [it’s true], Rafael doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge his mother, addressing you instead to plead his cause, “She tries to make them when I miss you, but they’re not really good”

Ignoring the grip on your heart at your son’s comment is way too difficult, but one thing you’re sadly starting to master, redirecting the conversation and sparking another little argument between him and Alexia.

It’s something you both learned to do in the past year, both out of necessity and out of care. You don’t hide the pain the distance causes your family, but you always try to make up for it with the love that binds you.

And with waffles, apparently.

The background noise subsides when you come back from your own head to giggles and a tickle fight.

Without even realising how it happens, you find yourself outnumbered with Alexia on top of you, holding your hands, while Rafael can’t hold back his laugh – even if he’s the one tickling you.

As soon as you decide it’s a reasonable time to actually get out of bed, you push both out of the room, demanding that they get dressed and at least set the table if they want to eat as many waffles as they can.

You’ve never seen either of them get ready so quickly.

What’s left of your morning passes between a long, messy breakfast, the constant rain as white noise, and silly games to distract your son from the boredom of another day locked in your new apartment.

For a kid as full of energy as Rafael is, there can be nothing worse.

A gentle hand diverts your gaze from the little boy not far away, busy setting up some toys to teach his moms a new game he invented.

“You don’t want this to get stuck”, Alexia hits you back with the same sentence you usually tell her when, too focused on something, her face wrinkles.

You turn your face, leaning into her care and her calloused hand.

“Does he hate me?”, you ask in a whisper, closing your eyes.

It’s your wife’s face that frowns this time, holding your face with both hands firmly as she tries to lift your genuinely frightened gaze to meet hers.

“How could he?”

“I moved to another country”, you answer – I left you, you’re too ashamed to say.

“Look at me, mi amor”

“I can’t–”

“Then look at him, por favor”

You dare glare back at your son, still lining up his toys and muttering some words to himself. He feels your eyes on himself, firing a smile in your direction and an excited “Almost ready, moms!”

“He loves you, and I love you”

“But–”

“No, we love you”, the Catalan states with a determinate edge in her voice, “You’re doing what’s best for your career, and neither of us is gonna hold it against you, not now nor ever. We’re making this work, no matter what”

Lost for words, you try to convey your gratitude with a kiss.

“No más lluvia!” [it’s stopped raining], the moment is interrupted by the childlike joy of Rafael, who joins you running and jumping, “Can we go out now?”

“I think it’s a bit too cold to–”

You stop Alexia with a hand on her arm and a small, resolute smile on your face, “It’s okay, go wear the raincoat Vic gifted you”

“¡Vamos!”

He skips to his room in your apartment, and you follow shortly behind, urging your wife to do the same. The blonde has a curious and slightly sceptical look on her face at the sudden mood shift.

“Cheer up, you don’t want that to get stuck”, you mock her with a grin.

The walk to the park just behind your apartment is marked by Rafael’s enthusiastic hopping. He is adorable, protected by huge amphibians and a yellow raincoat with a duck beak on the hood.

A view that manages to hearten Alexia, despite her aversion to the London weather.

When the two of you notice a huge puddle in the middle of the park, you know your son is going for it even before he sprints forward.

The kid jumps impressively high, right into the water, creating a wide splash all around as his open laugh fills the park and your heart.

You don’t miss a bit, taking your wife’s hand and running toward the mini version of the footballer ahead of you – right into the puddle to join the fun. Even skipping and kicking the water more when it starts to pour again, soaking you all head to toe.

The Catalan woman’s hands find your waist as you land another jump, spinning you around and right in her arms.

Loud giggles subside just when Alexia’s lips find yours, not caring about the rain or how the smiles on both your faces make it difficult to kiss properly.

What takes you apart is the sudden wave of water that hits hard and cold, Rafael jumping right between the two of you with a huge grin on his face as he draws your attention very effectively.

You and Alexia look at him, not ready at all for the loud “Quack!” he shouts, covered in his duck-like raincoat.

[junrenjun]

Catharsis

omega!jeonghan x beta!reader (part of ot13 x reader understand series)

genre: angsty i guess? fluff too

wc: 1.2k (short and sweet)

warnings: fem reader, implied member x member, hannie is sad, mention of injuries

summary: sometimes jeonghan needs a little reminder that it's okay to take care of himself too.

a/n: i've been wanting to write a jeonghan installment forever. i feel like this really didn't do his and mc's relationship justice, but i hope it is enough for now. i did have an anon send me this idea, so shoutout to that anon.

Jeonghan was…apprehensive about you joining the pack. Not because he didn’t like you. No, you were everything he could possibly ask for. But he’s nothing if not an attention whore and he’s already sharing with 12 other packmates. Another one would surely do him in.

He stands corrected though. Especially right now, when you’re giving your best attempt at nesting for him. He’s fresh home from the hospital after his ankle surgery and everything hurts. Obviously his ankle but also his heart. All he wants right now is to make a nice big nest and share it with his pack. But they’re in Japan and he’s in Korea. And he can’t even walk. He couldn’t be more useless as a pack omega right now.

At least your nest making is a bit of a distraction in the meantime. It’s haphazard and rushed, but it’s clear you are trying your best. It makes Jeonghan laugh because it reminds him of the first nest he ever tried to make as a freshly presented omega. 

You might not have the omega nesting instinct to help you out, but you do have the beta calming instinct guiding you. It’s cute, the way you fuss over where to put each item, sniffing them lightly to test the scent.

Your cuteness doesn’t distract him for long though, because soon he’s reminded once again that he left the rest of his pack in a foreign country to finish out a tour without a pack alpha, beta, or omega. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sniffle.

The sound has you whipping around, abandoning your nest building with Seungkwan’s jacket still in your hands. You urge him into the nest gently and he tries his best to not disturb your hard work. Once he’s settled, you raise a hand to wipe his tears away. 

“I abandoned my pack,” he cries into your shoulder. 

You attempt to shush him again, but it only makes the sobs worse. “No you didn't, Hannie. You had to come home for this surgery and they know that. They’ll be okay for now.”

While your words were meant to soothe, it only makes his mind race more. “But what if Vernon eats something with peanuts in it?” he asks.

“He has an epipen there,” you respond. You can tell he’s starting to spiral because he just keeps asking questions. You do your best to fend them off. 

“Who is going to watch him and Seungkwan when their cycles hit?”

“There’s literally 9 other pack members there to do that.”

“What if Jihoon has an episode?”

“We have FaceTime for a reason.” “What if taking care of everyone is too much for Joshua?”

“Wonwoo will help him.”

“What if…”

You cut him off. “Can you stop worrying about them for 5 seconds and worry about yourself for once?”

Jeonghan snaps his mouth shut. You regret your words instantly, because his scent goes infinitely sour. You scrunch your nose in response. “I don’t want to worry about myself,” he whispers. 

You take a deep breath. His scent is mixed with frustration and hurt and it makes your heart ache. At least he’s being vulnerable with you. It’s a start. 

“I’m sorry you have to be away from them right now Jeonghan. But you’ve taught them how to take care of themselves, just like any good pack omega,” you tell him.

You can see the distress in his eyes as he searches for his next words. “I just…feel like I’m letting them down.” You cuddle yourself further into his side, reaching to rub your wrist against his. 

“You aren’t,” you tell him firmly. “They want what’s best for you right?” 

He nods in response and you take it as a sign to continue. “Right now you’re injured, and what’s best for you is to be here with me and Cheol, okay? You’re not doing this alone.”

His tears have started to subside and you let him take a few minutes to compose himself. Once he does, you instinctively run your wrist over his neck, spreading your scent over his to neutralize the distressed smell. He sinks further into the nest and you take his relaxation as a sign that he’s okay. “Are you hungry?” you ask. “I told Cheol I would grab him some food once you were settled in.”

“A little bit,” he murmurs. It may not be an honest answer, but it’s better than a refusal. 

“Okay” you tell him. “I’m just going to be out for a few minutes. I should be back soon. Text Cheol if you need something.” You press a kiss to his forehead and try your best to not ruin the nest as you scoot out. 

He watches as you go and has a hard time tearing his eyes off the open doorway once you are out of sight. What did he do to deserve you? When he finally does look away, his gaze lands on the picture frame sitting on his bedside table. It’s a somewhat recent picture. One you made them take in a professional studio right before they left for tour. Matching clothes and everything. You had done it thinking you would be home without them most of the time, not knowing two of the boys would join you months later. 

He reaches for the picture, grabbing it to get a closer look. Wonwoo looks funny without his glasses. Seokmin’s smile is wide as usual, reaching all the way up to his eyes. Vernon has his arm slung over Seungkwan’s shoulder, unsurprisingly. Jun’s hair is parted unevenly and Jeonghan remembers his concerned reaction when the photographer showed them the final product. Everyone looks happy. Trying to cherish these memories for as long as possible, he pulls the frame to his chest, hugging it lightly. He doesn’t even realize how tired he is and, eventually, lets sleep take him. 

He wakes up a half hour later to you gently pulling the picture frame from his arms. “Don’t want this to break,” you whisper to him. He lets you grab it and pushes himself further up in the bed. That’s when he notices the bag on the table where you carefully put the photo back. 

“You got food from the cafe?” he asks, eyes already brimming with tears. 

You look up at him hesitantly. “Oh, yeah. Is that okay? It seems to be a comfort meal for most of us now.”

He’s immediately grabbing the bag from the table, answering your question without saying anything. When he looks inside, it’s full of only his favorites. “It’s weird that you know me better than I know myself,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear. 

You smile fondly at him. “That’s because you take care of everyone else before you take care of yourself. Now eat.”

The first bite is heavenly. And while it doesn’t make him forget that half of his heart is all the way in Japan right now, it does remind him that he’s got a piece of it here with him.

[invisibleperiwinkle]

i haven’t seen may people talk about this but it’s one of my main gripes with the percy jackson show so here we go.

annabeths character is so poorly written.

and before we begin, leah is an AMAZING actress and i’m PUMPED for her and black girls everywhere who can see themselves represented in such a badass character.

that being said, the folks in the writers room are FAILING annabeth. her character in the show is incredibly one dimensional, and again it’s not at the fault of the actress, the writers simply aren’t writing the character well. which breaks my heart for two reasons

1) there’s representation for a strong independent black character but if you take away all the things that makes annabeth such a cool and interesting character it feels so tacked on and not cared for. if you want to have representation do the character justice so the moment is important. not just lack luster and anti climactic

2) the writer of the books is writing the show. and rick has forgotten his own characters. which isn’t new information but it never stops pissing me off.

annabeth is a character i see myself in a lot, so having her not be written well for the show is so upsetting. the fact being she isn’t a hard character to write. she’s smart (of course), calculated, but also very reserved. these are the parts of her we see, but even then not much of it.

the moments i feel took so much character development away from her were

a) not having the spiders in the tunnel o’ love

b) not having her play fetch with cerberus

c) the zoo truck scene not being focused on percy and annabeth getting to know each others backstories and more making it “oooo guys did you know they fall in love with each other in four books?!?!?!??”

d) the aunty em scene being changed and not getting to see annabeth just be a kid for five minutes and want to eat burgers and fries

e) annabeth not being giddy over the gateway arch/not playing the architecture game in the lotus hotel

f) ZERO trace of her crush on luke

annabeth is a very closed off character but those moments in particular showcase her being more human and also the trust she has in percy to let him see that side of her.

A) while yes, we do get to see annabeth scared in the tunnel o’ love scene thinking she’s going to lose percy, there’s a difference in the fear of thinking you lost your best friend vs seeing something you’re genuinely scared of.

the mechanical spiders are so huge to annabeths development because she lets percy see her scared and not just this strong wall of calculations she’s been portrayed as this whole time.

it makes her seem more human. we remember she’s still just a 12 year old girl who’s spent most of her development years at camp because she didn’t have anyone

B) this scene in the books is hands down one of my favorites. annabeth plays fetch with this dog and teaches him tricks and then she cries

we get a wonderful exchange of percy saying that everyone needs a little love and attention sometimes which is something annabeth never got

also she cries!! AND AND AND!!! we get more backstory, that she had a doberman before she ran away

i guarantee, and in fact we KNOW annabeth doesn’t like reminiscing on her past at home. but she did here. even for a second. we see her breaking down her walls yet again. slowly but surely.

also i want to showcase the significance of her crying, i’m gonna infer here from how i am as a person, but i hate crying in front of people to the point that i simply can’t. and i’ve only cried in front of like four people? two over a facetime call, and twice in person (my parents). and they are all people i trust with my life, i don’t cry to people often. so if i do cry in front of you it is a HUGE sign of trust for me. and i feel like from all i know about annabeth, she is the exact same way. crying in front of someone is a huge sign of trust. so there lol.

C) again, with reminiscing on her home life, we get the zoo truck

the show is WAYYY overdoing percabeth. and for someone who that’s their favorite ship of all time to say that, you know it’s an issue. i said it. there’s too much percabeth. specifically, coupley percabeth. THEY ARE STILL TWELVE.

and the zoo truck scene in the show was changed from percy and annabeth getting to know the more personal and intricate “this is what i hide from the world that whittles away my soul, but here i trust you, we’re friends. you deserve to hear this” side of each other, to “when did you two become an old married couple”

excuse me while i roll my eyes into next century.

taking away them getting to know each other pissed me off so much. because again. we don’t get to see annabeth be vulnerable and human.

percy existing and breaking down her walls is HUGE to her character development throughout the books and they are just taking it away from her

D) these last three are all gonna be shorter because it’s all more or less the same point, it all showcases how annabeth is still just a kid at heart

this is the first time we see annabeth not care about the next step or if there’s something else going on. when they’re at the garden gnome emporium and auntie em offers them food annabeth jumps at the chance to just hang out and eat food

she is still a kid. the show provides none of this. the show doesn’t make annabeth seem like a kid at all. just a very calculated human trapped in the body of a preteen.

E) annabeths whole schtick for the entire series is her loving architecture and it being that one thing (in the first book) that brings out that sense of childlike wonder and whimsy in her

in the book she gets all giddy about the arch and makes them pause the quest so she can go to the top of it. also talking about how it’s held up by math and having her sparkle and wonder and awe that comes when talking about your passion.

do we see this in the show? no. why would we!

also the architecture game is just cute. of course the one game she’d gravitate towards is about building things. LIKE CMON NOW. ugh

let my girl be a kid and have whimsy. PLEASE.

F) now i HATE luke but this is a character thing for annabeth. seeing her have a crush on luke cause ofc she would. he’s the one guy to show her any love and care and he’s handsome i suppose.

she’s still just a girl. so naturally she would have a crush on him. and it’s something that again just makes her a human.

and there isn’t enough of that.

annabeth is a really special character to me and to see her be failed by the writers is heartbreaking. especially when you have an amazing of an actress as leah playing her. you cannot sit there and write an underdeveloped version of one of the best female protagonists of modern YA literature. be serious with me for a sec

to quickly state my point. annabeth isn’t a difficult character to write, the writers just don’t seem to want to put in the time of reserching and developing already developed characters. literally ALL you have to do is go back and read and comprehend the books. THATS IT.

annabeth is a smart, independent, calculated character. but that’s not THE ONLY SIDE OF HER. as the show would have you believe. she has emotions and she is human, behind her walls she’s just a twelve year old girl figuring out life and wanting to be loved and appreciated and taken seriously like all of us do. and it’s killing me that they aren’t doing justice to her character, especially when because of the show, she gets to be a role model for black girls everywhere. they deserve better than that.

rick, i’m asking you kindly, just give me the pen and let me in that writers room so annabeth can be done right. 🩷

[writefightandflightclub]

Santi +/x AuDHD!reader headcanons

(could be platonic or romantic - but written as not co-habiting)

Author’s note: maybe this is too niche, idk, but sometimes I like to think about the blorbos and how they’d interact with an AuDHD reader (because that’s me, so for obvious reasons). I headcanon that Santi is particularly compatible with a neurodivergent reader, maybe because I’m being self-indulgent… but also because why on earth would he not be? So here are a few poorly written / cobbled together thoughts which have been rattling around in my brain.

PLEASE NOTE: These are written in as general a way as I could manage (which may make it slightly less fulfilling, sorry, as it’s therefore lost specificity) but please note: since everyone who is AuDHD is so completely and vastly different, I couldn’t possibly have made this “fit” everyone’s experiences. Sorry if there are things you don’t relate to, but I tried to include a few more common experiences in there so hopefully there’s at least something.

Also! If you have any hcs of your own (for any Oscar/Pedro characters) PLEASE share them because I want more ND!reader content out there! 😀🧡 (Will also consider ND!reader requests if you have them, provided I think I can do it justice!)

Warnings: brief mention of panic attacks / anxiety (Santi). Geared towards ways that Santi helps reader out - that’s where my head was at, so it is what it is. Broadly neuro-affirming, I’m not putting anyone down for any traits ofc, even if they do cause challenges sometimes! Hope that makes sense!

Santi is so organised and tidy. He can make a plan and execute it with great attention to detail (have you seen that storage locker?!). If you struggle to stay organised and keep the house tidy etc., Santiago will have no issue helping you out, whether it’s coming up with a routine, creating a system, or simply doing a quick blitz anytime he’s over at your house. He finds it sorta therapeutic anyway, and you never feel like he’s doing it because he judges you or the condition of your place. It’s just wired into him to find order. Hell, sometimes if you lose something around the place you call him to see if HE can remember where he last saw it, and usually he can. That military routine never really left him, even all those years later, so he’s a great constant for modelling structure!

Santi will FaceTime you to body-double whatever chores you want to complete. For example; you have a Wednesday evening tradition to call each other while you each fold the laundry, or do whatever else you need to get done. You do get things done, and he makes you laugh the whole time too. He sticks to this routine as much as he can, no matter what else he has going on, or which country he is in. He loves this quality time with you, and to him it’s just a bonus that it helps you out.

Running late to meet him? He’s learned to bring a book and a flask of coffee along. He’ll wait, you’re worth it.

Sensitive to noise? Santi can’t relate fully, but he knows what it’s like for some sounds to instil negative effects. (See how this veteran is feeling around the fireworks at 4th July and you’ll get it.) He will respect your need for quiet when you need it. Besides, he’s slowed down a lot since his younger years and more and more enjoys the little things like curling up and reading a book. That said, if you want some stimulation and fancy hitting a dive bar with blasting music, or wanna dance in the kitchen, he can also be convinced. He has the range to accommodate all of your sensory preferences, your routines and your impulsive ideas, and he’ll gladly follow your flow.

He’s a magician at regulating you. This man is observant and can read people like nobody’s business, so he knows when you’re getting overstimulated or overwhelmed - often before anyone else does. When he sees it happen he’s happy to help you calm your nervous system however you need. Whether that’s a soft / firm hug, distracting you by talking to you in his soothing voice, working-out with you, letting you fidget with him - his hands, bracelets, whatever - or borrowing a texture of his, like playing with his soft curls.

Better believe this guy sends you texts throughout the day to check that you’ve eaten / drank water.

If you’re running late to an appointment and he’s free he will 100% drive you.

He loves to cook and always “accidentally” makes extra, so that you always have a stock of tasty “emergency” meals in your freezer for days when you don’t have the energy / functioning to cook.

Don’t wanna make the phone call? Santi will do it for you. Besides, he can charm the socks off of anyone so it’s probably best he deals with it anyway.

Santi is charming but he also has the ability to be straight down the line in his communication, especially with you as he trusts you so much. That means you rarely have to guess what he’s thinking or feeling about any particular thing. He lays it out for you and that’s super helpful. Of course, he can be closed off about his more complex, deeper emotions, but that’s something you seem to bring out of him - at least, in ways that no-one else has managed. You’ve had plenty of deep heart-to-hearts with the man and you know you can count on each other in a pinch, whether you need comfort or to vent about something you have going on.

Santi experiences panic attacks and anxiety and can relate to some of the ways you also struggle. He gets that people’s brains work in different ways and he’s far from judgemental about that. You’ve never once made him feel lesser when he’s been struggling and he will NEVER do that to you either.

Your sense of humour cracks him up no end.

He loves that you can be “blunt” / direct / a little “too honest”. He always knows where he stands with you, and for someone as (secretly) insecure as Santi that’s no small thing.

If you indicate you are burnt-out… he BELIEVES you. No questions asked - except for what you need, of course.

Forgotten something? Santi has started carrying spares. This man is nothing if not prepared, and now that simply extends to you. Whatever day-to-day items you carry (or often lose) he makes a mental note of the item and brand and buys multiple - for his place, his truck, wherever.

This man has social skills galore, so you can lean on him at parties, or in whatever situation if you’re feeling uncomfy or want a “way in” to a conversation. You can even leave him to do all the talking if you like, though of course he will enable you to have the floor if he can see that you want it. On the flip side, if you talk a lot, he is absolutely listening and rapt with whatever you are coming out with.

Don’t always look him in the eye? That’s okay. The man is so beautiful he’s used to people not being able to stare directly at him 😝 Besides, he finds you and your mannerisms completely charming.

He’s deadly, sure, but overall he’s actually quite a calm and not hugely reactive person - especially in a crisis. That can be so helpful in balancing you out on some occasions where you may react in a heightened way, or be emotional or worried / catastrophising about something. Despite his ability to skip town at the drop of a hat - before deciding to stick around - he does have the ability to be pretty steady and stable and sometimes that’s what you need.

He appreciates you and everything you do for him. He helps you out sometimes but you never feel “in his debt”. He is endlessly praising all of your amazing strengths and attributes (amidst some fond teasing ofc) and appreciates all that you are as well as all you do for him, and he couldn’t ask for a better person to have in his corner.

[xxwhiskeyxx]

You Don't Separate a Giant and Their Treasure

So as we all know, our dear Aether had to stay and do the ministry’s taxes. But what we didn’t know is he is mated to Mountain and Swiss. Another thing to note is that: Earth ghouls are quite territorial and incredibly possessive over their mates, and on top of all that, poor Mountain has separation anxiety due to his former pack being ripped away from him and just his normal attachment style.

So poor Mountain is forced to be away from his mate for months. Not coming back for nearly 7 months, of course, Aether had come to visit in brief intervals when he was able to and stayed for a few days here and there while Ghost was on the road because otherwise Mountain would’ve destroyed (another) tour bus with his pacing and anxious chewing but it wasn’t near enough for the Giant

Poor Swiss had to keep their mate as calm as possible when he’d cry during anxiety attacks over being separated from Aether and almost destroying Swiss during sex from his frustration and anxiety. FaceTiming and calling didn’t help much either. But as soon as they're back…Seestor is gonna learn just why you don’t separate an Earth giant and his mate

So I came up with this while I'm forced to participate in a work readiness class for job training. I hope you guys enjoy it, if you'd like a part 2 with the smut section feel free to ask! I just didn't feel I could do it justice just yet

-Love Whiskey

After so many months of touring, Ghost was finally returning home to the abbey. All of the ghouls were excited to get home, but no one was more excited than their drummer. Practically bouncing off the walls of the tour bus, Swiss had to get a right hand on his mate’s waist and tug him into his lap, distracting him with a kiss, to get him to sit still when Copia had given him a pleading look. “Easy Sunflower, we’ll see our Starlight soon, and we all know you’re excited. But Pops needs you to sit down, he doesn’t want you to get hurt from this shitty ass driveway and its potholes. Can you be a good boy and sit with me for these last few minutes, please?” Swiss coos, petting his mate’s hair.

Mountain whines pathetically but stays still, accepting Swiss’ kisses and snuggling into his neck. “Miss him…” he mumbles sadly, tail wrapping tightly around Swiss’ calf. Dewdrop and Rain look at each other knowingly, Phantom looking confused, “Is he talking about Aether?” he whispers to Cirrus. She nods, “Mountain and Swiss are his mates, Mountain doesn’t handle being away from either of them well, so this tour has been hard on him” she explains, “That’s why he came to visit sometimes, did you not notice just how clingy Mount was with him those days…and how Copia made sure we were all placed far away from their room?” Cumulus adds, giggling

Before long, they’re pulling into the abbey loading dock. The moment the bus is parked, Mountain is off like a rocket, bounding down the stairs and taking off through the crowd, darting around siblings and crew members alike. The other ghouls just shake their heads and laugh, Swiss giving him a head start before following, “Do make sure he doesn’t break our poor Aether!” Copia calls after him, a smile in his voice. Turning and giving a mock salute, Swiss takes off after his mate.

The Earth ghoul is running around the abbey, desperately to catch his mate’s scent, that identifiable mix of Bourbon, Lavender, and Ozone. He runs all the way from the loading dock to the library, down to the infirmary before he catches even a whiff. His head shoots up when he catches a sliver of lavender coming from the hallway leading down to their den, ‘I’m a fucking idiot’ he thinks to himself before shooting down the stairs.

Mountain follows the scent until he comes to a stop in front of his room, the scent is strongest here, slowly opening the door, he finds what he was looking for. Aether is sprawled in his bed, asleep on his stomach with his face buried in one of Mountain’s hoodies while snuggling Swiss’ pillow.

Butterflies erupt in the ghoul’s stomach as he creeps forward, not wanting to disturb his mate’s slumber. Ever so slowly and carefully, he slips into the bed behind Aether, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he drags him close and buries his face in his neck. Mountain’s breath is shaky as he takes that first inhale of his mate straight from the source

The smaller ghoul whines as he’s moved, stretching slightly as he tries to squirm to get comfortable. But after a moment, mauve eyes blink open at the scent of Evergreen, Warm Freshly tilled Soil, Morning Dew, Daphne & Winter Beauty flowers. Turning slightly, he spots the familiar mop of brown waves before there’s a soft whine. Aether’s stomach clenches as he fully turns over, “Hi Clover, did you just get back?” he asks softly, adjusting so Mountain can stay where he is. The drummer nods, “Wanted to see you…missed you so much” he mumbles, now trailing kisses along the skin in front of him until he finds his mark, gently nibbling the scar, having noticed just how bare Aether’s skin is which is something he has to change, now.

Aether sighs, running his fingers through the soft hair, “Missed you too, been too long.. Oh fuck…” he trails off as that hot mouth latches to the sensitive skin under his ear. Claws digging into plush hips, Mountain bullies Aether onto his back so he can hover over him protectively as he begins to mark the soft skin. His possessiveness rears its ugly head as he smells some random siblings scents on his mate, he knows it's probably from the infirmary but someone touched HIS Aether

The Quintessence ghoul can do nothing but let his mate mark him however he wants, not that he’d ever stop him, his only complaint is just how..intense Mountain gets. His entire throat will be completely covered in bruises, bitemarks, and hickeys by the time the giant is satisfied. “Fuck baby, you..you couldn’t wait even a few, mmmm, minutes, gotta make sure to remark what’s yours? Oh!” Mountain’s only response is to sink his fangs into the crook of his neck, growling deep in his throat. “Mine…My mate, my starlight, my treasure” he hisses in his ear

Swiss finally catch up after a few minutes, following the thumping sounds and loud moans. Sneakily peeking inside Mountain’s room, he sees Mount with a kneeling Aether who he has pinned to the headboard, fingers buried and pumping into the already sloppy-sounding hole, mouth latched to his throat, and oh…he has Aether’s face pressed right next to the vent that connects his room to rest of the abbey, specifically Sister Imperator's. This is how Mountain shows her why you don’t separate a ghoul from their mate

[nonbinarypirat]

I have never done a Ted lasso post despite the fact that when I first made my tumblr this was like, the first fandom I was apart of lol. But! I’m so fucking pumped for season 4, I really feel like the finale just didn’t do it justice fully for the show. Some thoughts I have so far:

I would love to see keeley, Jamie, and Roy be a thing but realistically probably not. Especially if it’s stays true that Phil Dunster will be too busy. But I hope they’ll repair Roy and keeley and Jamie and keeley relationship after the weird and awkward fight they threw in. I personally always thought that was a hamfisted ending for them, not to say people can’t relapse into old toxic behaviors but I just felt it was a lazy and overdone trope to end or have a conclusion to a love triangle

Speaking of, it’s still possible Phil dunster could reprise his role, everything is still be worked out and nothing is too set in stone. Hell, an actual season is not set in stone. I would be greatly disappointed if he couldn’t be in it, it wouldn’t feel the same. But if he can’t, at the very least I want a good reason and some cameos, over FaceTime if they have to.

Which brings me to Ted, idk if he’s actually going to be fully in it or just over zoom or something? Is he fully coming back? It would be interesting if they do something similar to the plethora of fanfics of Ted getting hit with mental health issues because “home” doesn’t feel like home anymore and causing conflict in his life and moving back with Henry. Adding to that, I want the ex wife (can’t remember her name rn and I have too much energy to look it up) to break up with the fucking therapist. Dump! That! Man! I don’t want them to get back together, I just want her away from that fucking unethical creep and move to England for her son. But maybe that’s wishful thinking.

Speaking of break ups, break up Beard and Jane. Point blank. One of the worst relationships in the show, toxic as fuck, and Beard deserves better. And get that man some therapy too

I also would like to see Roy’s progress with therapy on top of that. And more keeley with the crew again, I always wished she was included more in the show and not on a side quest. Bring her more in the fold again

We better see Trent Crimm, you can pry that man from my cold dead hands

Seeing Ted get in a new relationship could be fun since I think it’s been long enough distance and he’s grown enough for that. But tbh, I don’t care if Rebecca and Ted get together, I like seeing a platonic hetero friendship that doesn’t need to automatically be romantic. Sometimes people can vibe and just be friends and I always liked that about Ted and Rebecca. But I’m not opposed either if they write it well. Though I highly doubt they’d go down that route since they built up to the Dutch guy and with Rebecca possibly developing a relationship with his daughter, it’d be kind of heartbreaking if they breakup just to put her with Ted. So, if they don’t go the Ted and Rebecca route, I hope we see her relationship more and the daughter

More of Roy’s sister please, I love her. Also more Phoebe

Would love some of the other footballers get to shine. Want to see the women’s league. Love to see Roy struggling with being a new coach

Would like to learn Roy’s family situation since I feel like that’s an untapped well for trauma and issues that probably created and contributed to his anger issues

And I think as a final thing to this long ass post, I’d like to see the after affects of Collin essentially coming out and being the first openly gay player while playing in the league. People had to have seen him kiss his partner and while it was happy, it’s also going to open a floodgate so I hope we get to see that properly addressed and well written

[midwestmade29]

Unexpected 🩵 (Part 1)

Are you ready to melt? I certainly did as I wrote this 🥺 It’s 99% fluff except for one part at the beginning! I’ll be posting this story in multiple parts due to the length of it. Hopefully that will make it easier to read and enjoy 🙂

Word count: 1,017 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIFs by: @allelitewrestlings

Due to the mature themes throughout, minors do not interact. if you’re under the age of 18, please KEEP SCROLLING.

Part 1 disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex, sickness, use of pregnancy tests, & pregnancy. Read at your own discretion.

You and Eddie Kingston are about to embark on a life changing journey together…

“Come here girl, let me look at you!” Eddie said excitedly as he sat his bags down and held his arms open for you. He had been gone for almost a month competing in a NJPW tournament and had just gotten home. “Damn, Facetime didn’t do that pretty face justice. I missed you love!” When you embraced, you noticed some of the bruises he sustained from his matches, and he grimaced when you squeezed tightly from being sore still. Thankfully that was the worst of it! “I missed you so much baby,” you whispered against his neck. You held on to Eddie for dear life, afraid that if you were to let go that he would float away, but he didn’t mind. Both of you were reveling in your embrace and savoring every second of being together again! When you kissed, a fire ignited inside each of you and there was a sense of urgency to make up for lost time. A sweet moment rapidly turned sensual and before you knew it, your moans filled the house as he buried himself deep inside of you. Both of you were so desperate to be skin on skin that you didn’t even make it to the bedroom! The kitchen table was the place of choice. Your nails dug into his back, making him hiss from the sting but he loved it. The table started to creak the harder he thrusted, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his release. “You feel so good Y/N! So warm and tight. Ah, shit!” Eddie growled. You cried out his name while your body quaked against him as you came. “I love when my name falls from those pretty lips. Music to my ears baby,” he panted against your chest. Moments later Eddie found his release too, emptying himself inside you. Both of you were disheveled, your bodies glistening with sweat. Eddie smirked against your lips and whispered, “It’s good to be home.”

It's easy to lose track of time when you’re traveling every week with AEW! For the last month and a half, you were right by Eddie’s side on every plane, backstage with him before every match and sometimes even ringside cheering him on. On the morning of this week’s Dynamite, you woke up feeling terrible. You were exhausted, bloated and your boobs were super sore. Your stomach was a little queasy too, but you chalked that up to something you ate last night. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” You reassured a worried Eddie. “I don’t wanna leave you like this though, love. I won’t be back until late and you’re in no condition to go out on your own. What are you going to do if you need something?” he expressed his concerns as he sat down next to you on the bed. “There’s always room service. Most stores offer delivery too if I need something the hotel doesn’t have. You have a big night ahead of you baby, try not to worry about me. Off you go! Give em’ hell!” Eddie continued protesting, but eventually gave in once you agreed to keep him posted on how you were feeling and let him know if you needed him for anything. He kissed you on your forehead and he grabbed his bag before leaving. For most of the day you laid in bed sleeping on and off, hoping it would cure whatever funk you were in. You eventually ordered room service since you hadn’t eaten anything since the night before, but barely touched it when the smell made your stomach churn. You were in the middle of sending Eddie a text when a health notification went off on your phone asking you if your period had started yet. Every month you logged your periods, but you figured you had just forgotten to log your most recent one since you’ve been so busy lately. That was, until you got to thinking about it and realized you’re over a month late. You paced the hotel room trying to piece everything together and cursed under your breath as reality started settling in. There was a good chance that you could be pregnant, but you needed confirmation. You got on your phone and searched for the nearest store that would deliver to your hotel and placed an order for half a dozen pregnancy tests.

Sure enough, every single one of them came back positive! For a good 20 minutes you stood and stared at the array of tests you had sitting on the bathroom counter in disbelief. You and Eddie had talked about having kids together several times during your relationship, and they were definitely something you both wanted in the future. You both agreed that right now wasn’t the right time for them since Eddie is on the best run of his career and it was nice being able to travel and spend time with only each other. It’s amazing how two pink lines can change everything in an instant! Your emotions were all over the place, going from scared to excited, panicking to being elated and worried to happy. Overall, you were overwhelmed, and you weren’t sure how you were going to tell Eddie. You didn’t feel like he would be mad about the situation, but since neither of you had planned on this happening right now you knew he would probably be riding the same emotional roller coaster as you. You checked your phone to see what time it was and noticed that Dynamite was half over already! Eddie’s match was the main event tonight, so thankfully you didn’t miss it on tv. When Dynamite was over, you knew Eddie would be back at the hotel sooner rather than later. Even though this pregnancy was unexpected, you still wanted to tell Eddie in a special way and telling him in a random city in a hotel room just didn’t feel right. You decided to bag up the pregnancy tests and throw them away and hope that he wouldn’t see them and tell Eddie about it at a better time very soon.

Using this GIF…just because 🥰

[i-am-baechu]

Chapter Ten: The One About Visiting

Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate. 

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Genre: Idol au, strangers to lovers au, barista reader!, slow burn (friends with benefits to lovers kind of), semi-short storyish format, friendships, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Idol! Taehyung x Barista! Reader 

Side ships: Hoseok x OC 

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, homophobia, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage

Note: It's sex time lol

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

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The two months quickly turned into five. Five months of pure agony for her. It was dramatic but it's the truth. Missing someone is so hard that words don't do it justice. Sure they called each other almost every night and sometimes they had Facetime sex but it wasn’t the same. Taehyung apologized for how long it's been but she always changed the subject. She wasn’t angry at him but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t sad.

A lot has changed in five months. Y/N took over Marie’s parent's book store as Marie’s mother recovered from her health scare, visiting her when she had time. Basically being a store owner is hard but on top of that working at the cafe was even more exhausting. Nikki quit her job at the cafe and started her job as a program developer for this company. She hated it but she got paid a lot. In her words, “Thank you college for the money.” Julia still works at the cafe but she also started a small business on Etsy. She created knitted bags of K-pop groups and it really took off. Julia and Hoseok were officially-ish together. Julia said they weren’t together but Hoseok said another thing to Taehyung, it’s complicated. The person that she has been worried about is Marie. 

Marie is quiet but this time the form of silence from her isn’t normal. She would only respond to questions about her mom and she barely made eye contact with anyone, it was alarming. It made Y/N feel nervous about the outcome of everything but she tried to be positive for her. 

Y/N was in the bookstore and she was finally closing after a long day. She never realized how popular the bookstore was until she worked in it. She was putting some books back when she heard the bell at the door ring. She raised her eyebrow and sighed, “Sorry we’re closed.” 

“That makes things easier.” 

She rolled her eyes and put the books on the shelves. She went towards the front door with her arms crossed, “Carlo, leave me alone.”

Carlo Lincoln aka Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. You would think that a person would change from a breakup but that’s being hopeful. Carlo was a charmer and he knew it. He was the reason why she was drinking so much at the beginning of the year. He broke up with her by sending her a picture of his new girlfriend when she was waiting for him at a restaurant. They were dating for four months but she liked him since college so, this was devastating. She never told Nikki why they broke up, she just told her it was mutual. She knew if she told her the truth then she would see her on the news. 

She actually forgot about Carlo when she met Taehyung. The only person that’s been on her mind was him and no one else. Carlo was just a memory. A bad one. 

“How can you treat me so badly? We have history.”

“So, not all history is good. I’m sure you heard of World War II.” 

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, “I’m a customer.” 

“I didn’t know you could read. Good for you.” 

He glared at her but he quickly shook it off when she started to walk away, “Why don’t you go out with me? You look like you're done for the day.”

“That’s a hard no. I have a boyfriend.” He doesn’t need to know the truth. 

“A boyfriend!? My ass!” 

“I don’t need you to believe me.” 

“What’s his name then? You can’t even come up-”

“My name is Taehyung.” 

Her eyes widened and looked past Carlo to see Taehyung who didn’t look so happy. He was in his usual attire but what made him different on this day was the bouquet of roses in his hand. This isn’t what Taehyung was expecting on the day he was visiting his girl. He had to plan so much ahead to see her and he didn’t even tell his leader that he would be gone, his manager would do that for him. 

Namjoon was a sensitive topic for him. He saw him as his brother but he couldn’t get past the attraction to Y/N. How could he like the same girl as he did? It just didn’t feel fair all around. They tried talking about it but it always ended up with Taehyung leaving the room. Namjoon would say the same thing, “She’s just so pretty and funny.” He didn’t need to hear that from his leader. After five months, they started talking to each other but it would only be about work. Nothing more. Namjoon tried and tried with him but Taehyung wouldn’t budge. In all honesty, he doesn’t know what his leader has to do to get his forgiveness. He was just hurt. 

“Neh, Taehyung.” 

Taehyung turned his head towards Jimin with a raised eyebrow, “What?” 

“When are you going to forgive Namjoon?” 

Taehyung sighed and placed his shirt in his bag, “I honestly don’t know...it's obvious he still likes Y/N.” 

“How is it-”

“Every time I call her, he always wants to be in the room. It feels like he's listening in on our conversation sometimes.” 

“I doubt he does that, Tae. Just give him a chance.” 

“I wish I could. I just need more time.” 

Time is what he needs but the question is, will he get it? 

Carlo turned around and stared at him with a small smirk, “And who the hell are you?” 

“Her boyfriend. Now what do you want with my girl?” 

Carlo glanced at Y/N and then back at Taehyung, “You just love to play games, Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes at him and glanced at Taehyung with a small smile appearing on her face, “I don’t play games. Now leave, we’re closed.” 

Carlo rolled his eyes and looked at Y/N, “I’ll talk to you later.” 

“No, you won’t. Now leave before I make you leave.” 

Carlo and Taehyung stared at each other with glares. Y/N should’ve felt uncomfortable with their stares but she couldn’t help but feel hot. Taehyung looked so hot when he was mad. Carlo scoffed and bumped his shoulder with Taehyung’s. He glared at him one last time before leaving the store. Y/N let out a sigh of relief and she glanced at Taehyung, “Tae.” 

“Baby.” 

Y/N ran into him and wrapped her arms around his waist, something that almost made Taehyung fall. He let out a chuckle and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head as she looked up with sparkles in her eyes, “I can’t believe you're here.” 

“I wanted to surprise you. Now, who was that?” 

“He’s my ex-boyfriend...an idiot too.” 

“How long has he been bothering you?” 

She let out a small laugh and kissed Taehyung’s clothed chest, “For a couple of weeks...this was the first time he asked me out though.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tae, you're rich. I would be scared of what you can do.” 

“I’m not in the mafia.” 

She let out a laugh and pulled away from him, “You would look hot in a suit.” 

He rolled his eyes and handed her the roses. She smiled and gladly accepted them, “You would look sexy on my arm...girlfriend.” 

She felt her face get hot and she looked away from his teasing eyes, “Shut up...how long are you here?” 

“For three days.” 

“That’s not long.” 

He frowned at her sadness and walked up to her. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “We can make it last.” 

“Don’t have a choice......No one is at home right now.” 

“Oh? Why are you telling me this?”

“So I can give you a proper surprise. If you don’t want then-”

“Let’s go.”

The ride back was filled with touches, Taehyung touching her thigh with light touches as she focused on the road. The shivers and goosebumps that appeared because of his long fingers made her excited for when they got home. Five months was too long for both of them and they were going to fix that. 

The moment they entered the elevator, they were all over each other. Taehyung pinned against the silver surface with her arms above her head. She looked at him with a red face and he smirked at her flustered look, “Why so shy?”

“Sh-Shut up. If you're going to do something, do it.”

“I plan to.” 

He leaned down and kissed her lips with passion. The passion was so hot that the whole elevator felt hot. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding slowly into him. He pulled away from her lips and let out a groan, “Fuck baby, don’t do that or I’ll fuck you.”

“Maybe I want that.”

Everything froze around them. He looked at her with wide eyes and swallowed his spit, “You want to have sex?”

“I do. I missed you Tae...”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head and started kissing her neck gently, “I need to hear you say it.” 

She let out a moan and ran her fingers through his hair, “I-I want to fuck you, Tae.” 

When the doors opened, Y/N bit her lip as he looked at her with pure lust, “Show me, your apartment.” 

“Yes sir.”  

He put her down and she grabbed his wrist with a small smirk on her face. She quickly ran out of the elevator and he couldn’t help but laugh at her actions. She handed him the roses as she took out her keys to unlock the door. He had to hide his laughter when she was struggling to unlock her door. When the door opened, she turned around and unbuttoned three buttons with a small smirk. She pushed her breasts together and leaned towards him as he watched, biting his lip. He brought up his hand and pinched the tops of her breast causing her to moan, “You can’t even wait till we get inside. Such a slut.” 

“Your slut.” 

He raised his eyebrow and let out a low chuckle, “Glad you know. Get in before I fuck you in this hallway.” 

“Yes, sir.”

They walked into the living room and placed the roses on the coffee table. Before she could say anything, Taehyung picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He smacked her butt harshly, making her moan out loud, “Which one is your room?” 

“Th-The one on the right.”

He opened the door and slammed the door closed. He tossed her on the bed and she let out a gasp from the roughness but she loved it. Usually, she wouldn't be into the rough side of sex but with Taehyung, it was everything she wanted. He took off his shirt and she watched with lust. Yeah, she's seen his body before but every time she sees it, it just makes her excited. His lightly tanned skin with his plump lips, he was just so hot and he was all hers. She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it to the side as they kept their eyes on each other. 

He moved to the bed with his knees on either side of her body as she stared at him. He gently touched her lip with his index finger, “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“You can show me, I’ve been waiting for five months.” 

He rolled his eyes and flicked her nipple through her bra, “Such a brat.” 

“Wh-What did I say about calling me that?” 

“Like I would listen to you.” 

He flicked her nipple again and she let out a moan, “Fuck, Ta-Tae.” 

He flipped their bodies and she was on top with her skirt raising showing off her thighs. Her clad cunt pressed against his clothed growing erection. He smirked at her flustered face and pushed her bra down to let her breast escape the nude fabric. He pinched her nipple and she bit her lip as he grinded into her, “Feel that, baby?”

“Ye-Yes.” 

“All mine.”

They both took their bottoms off as they kissed each other. Fingers going through each other’s hair and the gasps of air. She straddled him again with her dripping pussy on the top of his cock. She leaned down to kiss him, it was soft and warm but with each passing second the grinding of their hips was making her needy. Their tongues slipped as Taehyung’s hands touched her soft skin. His hands rubbed over her ass, pushing her body so he could feel her lips all around his cock, “You're so wet.” 

“Only for you.” 

She pushed herself back and placed her weight onto her knees. She reached down between her legs to grab his cock. She looked up at him and smiled, “We’re doing this.”

“We’re doing this baby. You’re the only one I want to fuck.” 

The tip of Taehyung’s cock touched her hole and she couldn’t stop the moan. He looked up at her with a smile on his face, this was his girl for now and forever. She slowly began to sink down on his cock and Taehyung couldn’t help the loud moan leaving his lips, “Fuck your so tight.” 

“Ah~.” 

Taehyung brought his hand down to rub her clit, making her body relax, “That’s my girl, your so fucking hot.” 

The stretch from Taehyung was different from all the other guys she slept with. It was more pleasurable. She pushed herself up and down, Taehyung watching with a proud look. She placed her hands on his chest as she focused on her movement. Soon enough, Taehyung felt her get clamped down as she fell forward on his chest. Taehyung let out a small laugh as she cummed all over her, “Are you done?” 

“You haven’t finished. Use me.” 

That’s all he needed to hear. He flipped them over and he glanced down to see her cock splitting her open. Her chest went up and down as she looked hazed out, it was so sexy. He started to thrust and the room was filled with moans. She was so tight and Taehyung couldn’t hold himself back. He started thrusting at a fast pace and he watched her breast going up and down. It was pornographic, “Almost there, Y/N.”

“Fuck, Ta-Tae.” 

Taehyung thrust in one final time with their hips flushed together. Feeling him emptying his balls was a feeling that she wants to feel again, “Fuck, Y/N.”

They stayed like that for a while. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips as she turned her head to deepen the kiss. When they pulled away she gave him a smirk, “Want to go again?” 

“I would never say no to you.” 

Extended Ending: 

After two hours of sex, Y/N and Taehyung lay there tired. She was fast asleep as his arm draped around her waist. She was everything he wanted and more. His fingertips gently touched her hip as he leaned down kissing her cheek. He sat up and grabbed his phone heading to the bathroom. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror. Marks all over his chest and he was sure he had cuts on his back. He smirked to himself but it quickly disappeared when he saw a message on his phone. 

He glared at the text and shook his head, “I thought I blocked her. What does she want?” 

He was about to open the message but the door opened to Y/N looking at him with a smile. He ignored his phone and looked at her with a smile, “What are you doing up?” 

“I missed you.”

“I’m shocked that you can walk. You almost drained me.” 

“Shut up...want to take a shower with me?” 

“Now why would I decline that.”

[whorekneecentral]

Bestie since your pfp is pato, how about some pato smut about how he’s like in bed? 😭

bestie this got buried in my inbox sorry baby 

pato is the sweetest lover on the planet - you can’t tell me otherwise 

he’s the type of guy to focus solely on you, his pleasure comes afterwards 

he’s soooo giving but he does it because he wants too, not because you want him too 

now it's not always sunshine and roses lmao 

sometimes things do get rough, not very often 

maybe after a bad race but he makes it up to you afterwards because he can’t bare to think he hurt you even if you reassure him that you didn’t like 8 million times 

the most he’d do was probably tie your hands with something soft - a tie maybe ?? 

but you loved when he got rough 

manhandled you, telling you what he wants you to do, hands and mouth everywhere, both of you fighting for dominance

now you two spent a lot of time apart 

so pato is big on photos and videos 

he’s got a polaroid of you in his sweaters, one of his merch sweaters - his name and a number 5 in the middle 

in this particular photo, you’re on your hands and knees, face down against the mattress with your black panties sticking out from under the white sweater and pato’s hand resting on your lower back. 

he’s got a whole album on his phone 

it ranges from videos of you alone to photos of you to some of you two together 

the ones of you two together were his favourite, his little way of keeping you close when you weren’t 

of course there was FaceTime but that doesn’t do it justice 

nothing beats coming home from a race to wrap you up in his arms and carry you off to the bedroom. 

the two of you would spend hours in bed, his hands and lips exploring your body like it was the first time all over again  

don’t let that fool you, he knew your body like the back of his hand 

pato was also big on praise - both English and Spanish 

somewhere along the way, it gets so mixed up from all the pleasure that every other word is in the different language, switching between the two and you think it’s adorable that you have such an effect on him 

he loves when you leave marks on him, especially if he’s leaving for a race 

scratch marks, hickeys, little bite marks - he loves it (he lowkey changes in front of Felix just show he can show off how much you love him)

he’d find himself calling you after a race, a little stress reliever needed

he doesn’t have to see you, just hearing you say the thing you’re gonna do to him when he gets home was enough for him.

[reminiscingtonight]

Last Kiss

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4696

Anon asked: So I found your page last night a devoured all of your Wanda fics because they’re just so amazing I couldn’t stop reading. Love love love them! Especially the angsty ones, you write them so well and make me feel all the things. As a request (if you’re still taking them) maybe a Wanda x reader fic based on the song Last Kiss by Taylor Swift, especially the bridge of that song. I just think you’d do the heartbreak of that song justice.

Warning: None? I don’t think. There’s a very short heated makeout session tho. Other than that… this is just a lot of fluff (and... well. Angst.)

A/N: I’m honored that you read all of my Wanda fics in one night, but holy shit, that’s a lot of reading for one night. Also um, someone needs to remind me to read the full ask before writing. Because I most definitely missed the part where you said the bridge of the song. I’m so sorry, hopefully you still like the fic 

Taglist: @mionemymind, @supersourlemon13, @olsensnpm, @invictusbabey, @idek-5, @vancityfire13, @peabrain112

All I Know (Part Two) // Drabbles [untitled] (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) // Breathe (It’s Out Of My Hands) (Part Six)

You’re not sure when everyone got in. But sometime between staring at the ring and falling to your knees, your friends had made it into the room. 

Someone kneels down in front of you, trying to catch your eyes. You think it’s Tony. But you’re not sure. 

The brown eyes in front of you keep turning into green tear-filled eyes.

The worried voice asking you what was wrong keeps turning into phrases of “I’m sorry,” “I can’t do this.”

The room was too crowded. Too stifling. 

You couldn’t breathe.

You pull at your collar. Something rips. Whether it’s your clothes or your heart, you couldn’t be too sure. 

Stumbling to your feet, you push past the people in the room and make it out the door.

Someone’s calling your name. 

Someone’s asking what’s wrong.

Well. That’s the question of the day, isn’t it? Where had it all gone wrong?

---

Stepping out of the crowded plane, you’re instantly hit with the humid summer air. Even being indoors, it was no match for the bustling bodies coming in and out of JFK international. 

You had barely made it into the baggage claim when you heard someone call your name.

“(Y/N)!” A blur crosses your vision before knocking right into you, almost throwing you off your feet. Arms tighten around your torso and you return an equally as strong hug. 

“God, I missed you.” The words were muttered into the side of your neck as Wanda buries her face there.

You laugh, pressing a quick kiss to her hairline. “I was only gone for three months, Wands.”

“Three months too long,” was the grumpy response you got.

Shaking your head, you bite back a retort. It wasn’t like the two of you had no contact the entire time you were gone. Wanda facetimed you at least once a week. Well, the number might have actually been closer to at least once every day, but it wasn’t like either of you would admit to that if asked about it.

But you understood how Wanda was feeling. Because you felt the exact same. When you weren’t busy in a meeting or out establishing connections with the branch overseas, Wanda was constantly on your mind.

The two of you weren’t dating, no. But that wasn’t to say you never thought of her in that way. 

When you had first met, you were smitten right away. Natasha had grown up with Wanda years before she moved out here on her own at 16 but had always kept in touch, so when Wanda first moved to New York, she was instantly welcomed into your friend group. When Natasha introduced the two of you, you guys instantly clicked. She found your city-girl “take not shit” persona captivating, and you found her country-girl roots cute as hell. It was to your disappointment to find out later that night that she was in a relationship with someone. Vision, to be specific, her high school sweetheart. To be honest, you weren’t surprised to find out that she had been dating the same guy for nearly a decade. Anyone would be crazy to let go of someone as wonderful as Wanda. 

So you pushed down your budding attraction for the other woman, focusing instead on building a friendship. But Wanda most definitely did not make it easy for you. The first thing you found out about her was that she was extremely tactile. No matter where you were or what you were doing, Wanda always found a way to have her hand on your arm or her body pressed against yours.

Being someone who was basically the polar opposite of this touch-keen woman, the first time Wanda used you as an armrest around the rest of the group, everyone’s eyes went wide. Later, Tony had walked past you, coughing out a “you’re so whipped,” under his breath. 

So saying that you were a little jealous every time Vision was brought up would be an understatement. You didn’t realize you could hate someone you’ve never met before so much, but you did. 

And then suddenly a month before you left on your business trip, and two years after Wanda first arrived in New York, Wanda and Vision broke up. It came out of nowhere, but when asked about it, Wanda claimed that the long-distance just wasn’t working for them anymore. None of you dared to push it any further.

In those four weeks before leaving, the two of you grew even closer. Every free moment was spent together. It even got to the point where Wanda would let herself into your apartment to wait for you while you were still at the office. But you didn’t mind and Wanda didn’t care for what the others had said when they found out about it---everyone had a hell of a time teasing the two of you over your new arrangement.

You had been contemplating asking her out right before you left, but last minute nerves talked you out of it. You left New York with half of your heart left behind, hoping that things would still be the same when you returned.

And to your relief, it seemed like everything was.

When Wanda finally detaches herself from your torso, she instantly links her arm with yours. Chuckling under your breath, you readjust your bags so you could carry everything with one hand. 

The next couple minutes consisted of the start of a very slow trek out of the airport with Wanda trying to catch you up with everything that’s happened in New York while you were gone.

The second you catch sight of her red Buick, your feet stop moving. “Keys.”

Wanda shoots you a very offended look and you just raise an eyebrow in return.

“Wands, I love you, but you can’t drive for shit. I just got back. I’d really love to see our friends before dying.”

You could still remember the first time Wanda drove you around New York. Your car was in the shop and you desperately needed a ride to work. After five near misses in the twenty minutes it took to drive downtown, you weren’t sure if your racing heart was due to your close proximity to the woman of your dreams or just due to the pure fear of being the next name splayed out in the obituaries section of the New York Times. Safe to say, that was the first and last time you ever let her drive you anywhere.

She grumbles a bit but eventually the keys are deposited into your waiting hand. 

“Thank you.” You press a sloppy kiss to her cheeks and Wanda makes a show of wiping it off. 

“Gross.” When she sticks her tongue out at you, you ignore the urge to roll your eyes at the younger woman. You were in love with a literal child.

But whatever you were about to say is cut off by Wanda’s next offhand comment. “We’ve got roughly seven hours until we’ll see the lot of them, so we just have to survive until then.”

Your brows scrunch up in confusion. “What’s in seven hours?”

Wanda doesn’t answer, purposefully avoiding your questioning gaze. 

It doesn’t take much for you to figure out what was probably going to happen. “No. Tony didn’t.”

She pulls away, a smile playing on her lips.

“Wanda Maximoff, tell me he didn’t plan a party.”

But your friend doesn’t say anything. She skips off towards the car, leaving you gaping after her, standing alone with all of your luggage sitting beside you.

“Wanda!”

--- 

Tony Stark most certainly did throw you a party.

“Stark. I told you I didn’t want a party.”

He meets your grumpy expression with a wide grin. “Your best friend only comes home from a three month business trip once in a blue moon. Let me spoil you.”

You would have been fine with a small get-together with all of your friends. But Tony Stark was nothing if not a sucker for huge galas. You were seriously wondering how he managed to invite what seemed like all of New York to his mansion.

Sighing, you let him drag you over to where the rest of your friends were gathered. Clint gives you a toothy grin that you ignore. “This is all your fault. You had one job, Barton.”

He shrugs, not looking at all dejected at his failure to stop Tony from throwing you a party. “Tony promised free drinks.”

This time you fully roll your eyes. Of course he flipped at the promise of free alcohol. Sometimes you wondered how this man was a father of three. Shaking your head at him, you accept the drink being offered by a smirking Natasha. You make a mental note to get payback on your friends later. It seemed like all of them were traitors.

Later, after a little bit of socializing with random people you’ve never seen before but were invited by Tony, you’re ready to call it a night. Granted it wasn’t even that late, only being 12 o’clock, but you were still a little jet lagged.

However, your plans to leave get thrown out the window the second your favorite person approaches you. She’s smirking at you and for a second you can definitely see the resemblance with Natasha. No wonder they were such great friends.

“Dance with me.”

You groan out a “no,” deciding rather to lean against one of the walls. You were tired. And as much as you loved her, you didn’t dance. Not for anyone. Not even for yourself. And you told her exactly that. “I don’t dance.”

You knew what was going to happen before Wanda even did it. 

Batting her lashes at you, Wanda pouts. “For me?”

And you want to groan again. With the mascara and eyeliner Wanda had on, her green eyes were especially captivating tonight. And paired with the little jut of her bottom lip as she pouted at you? Damn Wanda Maximoff and your inability to say no to her. 

With a huff, you give her your hand. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dancing, but the next time you look at the clock, your legs are sore and you’re already dreading waking up the next morning. 

“We’ve been dancing for hours. It’s nearly two in the morning.”

Wanda hums in response, but you can tell that she wasn’t really listening to you. Her head was currently dropped on your shoulder, eyes closed as the two of you slowly sway side to side. You couldn’t help but think she looked breath-taking from this angle. 

“Hello? Earth-to-Wanda, anyone home?”

She mutters some swears into your shoulder and you can’t bite back your smile.

After a little bit more convincing, you finally managed to pull Wanda out onto the balcony to take a break. Your legs groaned in protest as you sat down, stretching them out. 

Wanda takes a seat next to you, instantly leaning into your side. You lift your arm to accommodate her, and Wanda uses the extra space to snuggle closer to you. The two of you stay silent, the day’s activities finally catching up to you both. All you wanted to do was go to bed. But a part of you didn’t want the night to end quite yet.

“What’s on your mind?”

It wasn’t like Wanda to stay silent for this long.

She shrugs, fingers playing with your own. “Just thinking about how much I missed you while you were gone.”

Her words make your heart flutter. “I really missed you too,” you answer truthfully. “Wished you were with me every day.”

You can feel her fingers still against yours at your words. “Really?”

There’s a bit of hesitance in her voice, almost as if she didn’t believe you, but you were quick to reassure her.

“Of course.” And you meant it. There wasn’t a single day where you didn’t think about the brunette in your arms. Everything you did reminded you of her, and you had been itching to return back to New York. Back to her.

At your confirmation, Wanda suddenly turns around in your arms. Green eyes flash up to meet yours and it was only then that you realized how close she was to you. There was barely any space between the two of you. If either of you leaned forward just a little bit, you could easily connect your lips.

You swallow hard. Nope, it’s definitely not a good idea to think about kissing your friend when she’s this close to you.

But then her eyes drift down to your lips. 

And then she’s leaning in. 

Your first kiss was like heaven. Although it was fairly short and sweet, just the slight touch of Wanda’s lips to yours made you feel like you were soaring through the skies. 

When Wanda finally pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours. A hand comes up to rest softly against your cheek and you can’t help but lean into it. You can still feel her breath on your lips, each puff of air only making your heart beat faster and faster. And then it comes to a stop with the words she whispers against your lips.

“I’m in love with you.”

---

You would think that after three years of dating, Wanda would finally heed to your complaints of kissing you while you were in the middle of a sentence. It’s a logical thought. But you’d be mistaken.

“Wan--” one kiss, long and hard against your lips cuts you off.

“Can I--” this one a little shorter, barely a peck against your mouth.

“Do you thin--” you try your hardest but she still cuts you off again with yet another kiss.

You laugh, trying to push her off of you this time. “Wanda, stop kissing me. Let me finish talking.”

She bites the bottom of her lip as her hand comes up to trace yours. “I can’t help it that your lips are so kissable.”

“God, everso the charmer.”

The two of you had started off the evening of your third anniversary with dinner at Wanda’s favorite restaurant. You were now trying to get to part two of your plan but all Wanda seemed keen to do was get into your pants, which as nice as that’d be, would skip quite a few steps.

Knowing that the crew had said they were setting up the deck outside nearly an hour ago, you wondered what was taking them so long. You had all agreed that once they were done they’d knock on your door, act as a distraction while you snuck out of your house to get into position for the next part.

Maybe they were still setting up. Maybe there was a freak storm and they all died. You couldn’t be too sure, but you were starting to lean towards the latter one the later it got. The only thing you were sure of was that if they didn’t show up soon, Wanda was definitely going to succeed in her own plans of getting you naked. And you probably wouldn’t be able to stop her. You were only human after all.

But at the same time, it’s not like you could blame your girlfriend. Wanda didn’t know what you had planned for today. Didn’t know about the party being set up outside, the champagne waiting to be popped, the ring you had hidden in your pocket.

If everything went to plan today, you’d end the night with a fiancée.

Wanda tries to lean in again, but this time you’re prepared, ducking your head so she only catches your cheek. Pouting, she pulls at your shirt but you laugh, batting her hands away.

She opens her mouth to protest again, the amused look you shoot her way quickly shuts her up. “Fine. Do whatever it is that you’re about to do, but do it quick. I want another kiss.”

You want to laugh at how impatient she’s being. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“You wanted to stop kissing so you could tell me you love me?”

This time you’re not quick enough when she moves to kiss you. Her hand tangles into your hair, and a particularly harsh tug makes you moan against her mouth. If you were thinking clearly, you’d be annoyed at the smirk you could feel against your lips, but as your tongues fight for dominance, you couldn’t care less.

Your arms drop to her ass, pulling Wanda closer to you, and she instantly moves to readjust her position on your lap for a better angle at grinding against you. But just as she’s about to press down, she freezes.

Quickly pulling back, Wanda’s eyes move down to the side of your pants. Before you can stop her, she’s pulling out the box that was in your pocket.

You’re both breathing hard, still recovering from your heated makeout session, but you know that the thudding of your heart is coming from the uncertainty of how this was about to turn out.

Green eyes keep flashing between your (E/C) ones and the black box in her hands. 

Keeping up with the theme of tonight, Wanda snaps it open before you can say anything. Her mouth drops open when she sees the emerald ring shining back at her. “Oh my god.”

You swallow hard, arms now sliding up to rest more appropriately against her waist. You really want to move into a more comfortable position for this conversation, because sitting on each other’s laps like horny teenagers most definitely did not scream ‘marriage proposal’ vibes to you, but the dumbstruck look in Wanda’s eyes told you that she wasn’t going to be moving any time soon.

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’? Or…”

The look she shoots you only serves to make you feel more chastised. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Wand--”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice as she answers your unspoken question.

At once, all of your nerves leave you. You grin up at the serious look in her eyes. “You’re not even going to let me finish asking you if you--”

“Nope.” She cuts you off again with a smirk, taking the ring out of the box. If you had thought the piece of jewelry looked beautiful in the shop, it paled in comparison to the way it looked on Wanda’s hand.

With her newly adorned hand, Wanda tilts your head back up so she can connect your lips. Both of you happily sigh into the kiss, and you can’t stop the jolt of joy that shoots through your body when you feel the press of the metal against your cheek. 

That only causes you to smile into the kiss, and your smile seems to be infectious. Before long, the two of you are smiling too much to properly kiss anymore. With one last peck on your lips, Wanda sits back up.

Reaching for your hand on her waist, she intertwines her left hand with yours. The two of you stare down at the green jewel sitting proudly on her hand.

“We’re getting married.”

---

“You look dashing.” 

Today was the day. After a long 12 months of being engaged, you and Wanda were finally going to get married. It had been her idea to wait, wanting to have more time to plan everything out before actually getting married. She wanted everything to be perfect, and who were you to disagree with your future wife?

Grinning at Tony through the mirror, you give him a wink. “Thanks, Tones.”

You had decided to go with an all-black suit that was fairly reminiscent of the suit you had worn the first time you met Wanda. Tony had invited everyone out to an opera, hence the fancy dressups, and after all these years you could still remember the way her eyes went wide and how she stuttered when she first saw the dark navy blue suit you had been wearing.

Someone knocks on the door and you shout out a quick “It’s open!” as you continue to adjust the collar of your suit. 

Through the mirror you see Steve pop through the door. Your hands still when you catch the worried expression on his face.

“Do you have a second?”

Less than a minute after Steve had entered your room, you were on your way to where Wanda was getting ready. Your worries only skyrocket when you catch sight of Natasha who was lingering outside of the room where you knew Wanda was in. She too had a very worried expression on her face.

“What’s wrong? Steve said that you were looking for me?”

Natasha nods towards the door. “I think you should go talk to her.”

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. But the smile falls off your face when Natasha’s expression doesn’t change.

You swallow hard when she tilts her head towards the door. Brushing past the redhead, you gingerly knock on the door.

The lack of a response only made your nerves tighten.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” You nervously chew on your lip, but when you don’t get a response again, you gently push it open and pop your head in. 

What you see takes away your breath. Dressed in a backless white lace gown, Wanda looked like a masterpiece. You had to stop yourself from raking your eyes up and down her form, knowing that the longer you stared, the less self-control you’d have. 

And that’s when you notice the tears in her eyes. And not the happy kind. Her pre-applied makeup was already running down her face.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” You take a step towards her but she instantly backs up.

“I’m sorry, I… this isn’t right.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. “Babe,” you slowly start, racking your brains for how to calm down a clearly distressed bride on her wedding day. “You’re just having some pre-wedding jitters. It’s totally normal--”

“No. You don’t understand. I can’t do this.” She cuts you off, a look of panic now clearly written across her face.

“Wand--”

“I can’t marry you!” Her words ring out in the room and both of you freeze.

It takes you a second to find your voice. When you do, you can’t stop the hurt from leaking into your voice. “What?”

She looks ashamed when she says her next words. And those four words are enough to make your world stop for the second time within a minute. “I still love him.”

And that’s when you notice the letter she’s clutching in her hands. From where you’re standing you can see the postage mark as clear as day. It was stamped from two days ago, sent from Tennessee.

Seeing as you only knew three people from Tennessee, one being in the room with you, the other lingering outside the door, and the last one a phantom you’ve only ever heard about, it didn’t take a genius to figure out who she was talking about.

“Vision, he still loves me. And I… I thought that I could do this. That I could love you.”

You want to tell her to stop talking. To stop breaking your heart in two. But your words fail you as she keeps going. Each word only serves to drive the nail in harder. 

“And you are amazing. You are kind, wonderful, and every bit the person I could find myself spending a lifetime with. But I still love him. I never stopped and I don’t think I ever will.”

Stop. Please stop. You’re not sure why this was happening. Where was all this coming from? Wasn’t she just telling you that you were it for her the other day? 

“You have to know how sorry I am. I am so sorry, I--”

Finally finding your voice, the words come out broken. “Wanda. Please.” Your voice cracks and you can see the pain reflected in her eyes. “Don’t do this.” You try to swallow away the pain. This couldn’t be happening. This was just one of Tony’s lame pranks. It had to be. “I love you.”

Just looking at Wanda’s face, you would’ve thought that someone slapped her.

She shakes her head again, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. “I-- I’m sorry, I don’t… I still love him.”

You watch with a numb heart as she slips off her engagement ring. Every nerve in your body’s telling you to run. To back away so she can’t give it to you.

But your limbs don’t listen. You can’t move. 

Frozen in time, you can only watch as the ring is dropped into your hand.

Wanda’s fingers barely brushing against your own still serves to set your nerves on fire, and you don’t know what that means. How could you stop loving someone just like that? Just because of a single letter from the past. Did she ever love you? Or was it all an attempt to get over someone you’d never be?

You shake your head, desperately trying to keep yourself together. This can’t be how this ends. Your life together was barely starting. “Wanda.” 

There was a hidden plea in her name. A last ditch effort to hold onto your crumbling relationship.

“I’m sorry.”

And with those two words, you knew that this was it.  You couldn’t compete with someone that she shared such a long history with. After all, what were your three years compared to the ten she shared with Vision?

She gives you one last long look. 

A part of you hopes that she wanted to memorize your face one last time. The face of someone she could have loved in another life. 

But it was the look of sorrow. Of pure regret. 

And then she was gone. 

You’re left looking at the ring in your hand, the green gem mockingly sparkling back at you. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. 

You’re not sure when everyone got in. But sometime between staring at the ring and falling to your knees, your friends had made it into the room. 

You were supposed to walk down the aisle to marry the love of your life.

Someone kneels down in front of you, trying to catch your eyes. You think it’s Tony. But you’re not sure. 

The vow you had memorized but have yet to say was still fresh on your mind.

The brown eyes in front of you keep turning into green tear-filled eyes.

The worried voice asking you what was wrong keeps turning into phrases of “I’m sorry,” “I can’t do this,” “I still love him.”

Well, a vow that you were never going to have a chance to say now.

The room was too crowded. The suit was too stifling. 

You couldn’t breathe.

How could this be the end?

You pull at the collar. Something rips. Whether it’s the suit or your heart, you couldn’t be too sure. 

Everything had been planned out.

Stumbling to your feet, you push past the people in the room and make it out the door.

The house in the suburbs of New Jersey. 

Someone’s calling your name. 

Names of your future children. 

Someone’s asking what’s wrong.

The life you were going to build together.

Someone’s wondering where the bride is.

You had everything planned out. 

But you never planned on Wanda changing her mind.

[dreampathic]

┇haikyuu boys on facetime w/ you┇

❥characters: hanamaki, bokuto, tsukishima, suna, and kenma

❥warnings: foul language, suggestive??

❥genre: crack, fluff

❥a/n: this is unedited bc i wrote this at 12am with my head filled with facetiming thoughts

part 2

HANAMAKI

he was so nervous to call you, he had to text mattsun if it was the right time to. mattsun called him a pussy and that’s what gave makki the confidence to call you

but now he calls you for everything just to get a reason to see your face and talk to you

it’s also canon that he has a younger sister and an older one and most sisters are nosey as fuck 

like me

so I 100% see that one day, when makki was taking a nap, his younger sister stole his phone and called you

ya know it freaked you out because you didn’t expect a pre-teen’s face on the phone but then you didn’t really care because you thought it was funny as fuck

what ends up happening is this girl deadass starts asking you questions like it’s a whole ass interview and she’s writing them down in her sparkly justice notebook to tell her older sister later because they wanted to know as much shit about the person on the phone with their dumbass brother 24/7 

you two ended up having a great conversation and exchanging phone numbers and she texts you almost everyday about anything

makki isn’t aware of this.

BOKUTO

mans would not hesitate to facetime you the first time

if he wants to see your face and actually talk to you instead of text, he will

besides, he’s the type of person that prefers facetiming over text messaging anyway

like @katiea03 

not me being on the phone with her right now

he would call you bright early in the morning, waking you up

he would feel bad for like a second but then not care because now see your pretty face <3 

even though its the morning and you look crusty as fuck

he legit stays on the phone 24/7 with you it’s fucking insane

he eats on the phone with you

does homework on the phone with you 

you have to force him

works out on the phone with you (smirk face goes here to indicate that yes i’m imagining bokuto shirtless and working out in front of me with his rock hard abs and juicy thighs and bootylicious ass) 

showers on the phone with you..(eyeballs indicating that yes if i were to be on the phone with him when he takes a shower, you best believe i’m imagining how big his shlong is)

sleeps on the phone with you (cute eyes indicating that the other two things i just said weren’t vulgar at all and I’m not a horny fuck when i am)

you get the gist

also, since his older sisters don’t live in the house anymore he could be as loud as he want when his parents aren’t home

you don’t mind him being loud as long as you get to see him shirtless 

i mean talk to him.

you don’t mind him being loud as long as you get to talk to him.

TSUKISHIMA

honestly this man would be a dry ass texter so he prefers facetiming like bokuto

he is kind of hesitant to call you the first time but then he’s like, “fuck it”

and when he does you guys don’t really talk that much

it’s a comfortable silence whenever you guys call

he does his thing, whether it’s homework or scrolling through social media while you do yours

he always asks, “which playlist do you want to listen to?”

obviously every now and then you guys would have a full ass conversation but most of the times you guys are just chilling, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company

there was this one time though where his brother came home from college unannounced and you two were chilling as usual, his laptop was sitting in his lap as he leant his chair back a little, propping his legs on top of his desk, typing away on an essay while his phone was leaning against the wall while you were focusing on your own homework when his brother bursts through his door saying, “I’m home!!” which scared the fuck out of tsuki, making his chair lean ALLLL the way back, causing him to fall to the floor lol

you and akiteru laughed your fucking asses off and he was so embarrassed, he hung up on you which made you lowkey sad but he ended up calling you back later that day and falling asleep on the phone with you<3 

SUNA

mans is on his phone 24/7...

so he prefers texting over facetiming 100%

he expresses his emotions with memes

so he was kind of nervous facetiming you for the first time because what if he isn’t as entertaining?

but turns out he is

he loves talking to you

but so does his little sister

while he’s in his room and his sister hears that you’re on the phone??

she literally swings his door open and jumps on his bed and is like, “I KNEW IT WAS Y/N!”

it annoys the fuck out of him omg

he just wants to talk to his s/o without her interrupting every time

another thing she does is whenever he has his phone propped in the kitchen or where ever, she goes over, grabs his phone and starts fucking bolting LMFAO

my sister does this shit omg

he has to fucking CHASE her

he obviously catches up because it’s a 4′3 little girl vs. a 6′3 teenage male

you get a kick out of it either way

KENMA

you actually call him first

and his heart dropped when he saw your name popped up asking to call

honestly kenma doesn’t have much social interaction with anybody other than his volleyball team and the only person he really talks to is kuroo so he just doesn’t want to be awkward on the phone with you

he’s like tsukishima where you guys don’t really talk

he just plays his video games while you do your own thing

sometimes you just talk to him, or rant and he just listens to while also focusing on his game, replying every once in a while

he loves hearing you speak and he’s glad you don’t mind that he doesn’t talk that much

when he isnt playing video games or doing homework, he’s usually laying in his bed watching gameplays as he shares his screen with you

i know this isn’t a facetime feature but let’s pretend it is

you guys usually fall asleep watching youtube together

[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

 You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

[erwinsvow]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

[tender-rosiey]

I am here | oikawa x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: I AM BACK YALL also this is really late, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY OIKAWA TOORU; YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD TO BE AT YOUR FEET AND I LOVE YOU SO HAVE THIS HUMBLE DRABBLE OF ME POURING MY LOVE OUT FOR YOU

Long distance is hard.

No doubt about it, especially with both sides being in need and in love with affection; it can make you feel empty and lonely, that there is no hand to holds yours to secure you, that there are no arms to pull you close and guard you from the world.

Though, it wasn’t that much of a problem in the case of you and your lover’s relationship, while you both were very busy building yourselves and working, you always managed to sneak in a few hours for each other. A FaceTime, a call, a text message, they were never forgotten.

It was soon that you would both would be drowning in each other’s embrace anyways, and so far it was alright, but when you call your boyfriend and hear him sobbing about how much he missed you, how he wants to spend every single moment of his life with you, how he is aching to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to your ear, your heart fluttered at the sweet and raw love he presented but ached at the pain that came with it.

But you knew, when Oikawa did something he did it to the best of his ability; so when it comes to love he can’t just live you half-heartedly, especially when you are so supportive of him and understanding, he just can’t help it.

When your touch is divine and gentle, like a delicate piece of silk brushing ever so slightly against his skin, and so warm that he sometimes swears he has the sun in the palm of his hands, a sun that shines even brighter when you smile so carelessly.

God did he wish to be there everytime you laughed or smiled, and how much would he give to be the reason that smile is present on that beautiful of yours.

Flaws undeniably exist, no one is perfect; sometimes one’s eyes trick them into seeing more of those flaws than the notable strengths that shine brighter to some others.

your eyes don’t do you justice, you don’t see yourself from the eyes of someone so enamored and in love with you, you don’t see yourself when you are at your happiest and your eyes sparkle like the stars gazing upon you.

you have only seen yourself in mirrors and cameras, but when did those ever do you justice like that loving gaze in the eyes of those who adore you?

He looked at you with those eyes, always reassuring and making it known to you that you are beautiful the way you are, that he loves you all together with everything about you, he was a man of a charming vocabulary and aura, one that captivated anyone, and while he could find every single word to describe you, but he wouldn’t call you flawless.

you had flaws like everyone else, like him, but your flaws weren’t flaws to him, they were just one of the things he loves about you and makes you all the more unique.

And right now he is laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, missing your presence like he always did, you were probably at work right now so he couldn’t even call you; so once again Oikawa repeats the sentence, “Time Zones suck.” while a pout takes over his face.

To cure his boredom, he started scrolling aimlessly through his albums with an occasional smile and chuckle leaving his lips when he encounters videos and photos of you.

Oh how did he love you.

But now he is hungry, where is the hell is food he ordered? Oh wait someone rang the bell, must be it.

Oikawa opened the door expecting a very delicious meal that he would eat to fill his time, but he did not expect you to be there standing ever so casually and the only thing leaving your pretty lips is, “I am here, Tooru.”

The sound of your voice was what he needed to confirm everything as his arms latched around you, his tears staining your shirt, but you couldn’t care less as your eyes were teary as well.

“God I missed this, angel.” He sniffled while he tightened the embrace, you gently responded with “me too, tooru; me too.” while stroking his hair.

You then kissed his cheek and whispered:

“Happy Birthday, Tooru.”

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Summary: in which you and Aether are renowned actors within Tevvyat, how would you two maintain a relationship? genre: Fluff!

Actor!Aether x actor!GN!reader  -it was not rare for Aether and you to meet once in a few months. Considering both of your occupations, the only possible solution to such busy schedules and hectic traveling would be FaceTiming and calling.  -However when you both do miraculously happen to have a day off together you would often spend a lazy day at your or his place.  -he would allow you to lay on his chest or cuddle whilst you sat in comfortable silence, sometimes telling some funny occurrences that happened on set! -He never fails to call you or text to ensure your well being when you two are too far apart!  -expect him to wait for you at the entrance of the airport when you come back from filming. Despite the fact that he’s usually quite reserved with affection of you in public he will not hesitate to bear hug you. -he can’t help himself, it’s been so long since you were with him and he missed your presence as well as your touch.  -totally did not countdown the days of your return in the back of his mind. Everything reminds you of him when you’re away. -If you pick him up at the airport he will spot you immediately. What can I say? You’re special to him, and he can pick you out from millions. -he sometimes feels guilty that you two are unable to have a relationship like every other couple, so he cherishes the time he can spend with you like gold.  -he loves to visit you on set! The way your face brightens and your smile makes his heart melt! -please tell him about your day! He loves to hear your voice and you can just talk about anything. -you both hate it when paparazzi follow you while on a date in public, which is why either you have to stay at home or go to a place that’s on the outskirts of the city.

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The soft plastering of rain against the window soothed you, as you scrolled past the many channels on your television. Despite the time being well past midnight you were determined on waiting for your boyfriend, who had yet to return

You mindlessly click into a channel, hoping the noise of the Tv could filter out the loneliness within the spacious room. Unable to focus as your eyes once again flickered to the dark screen of your phone. The two of you had exchanged briefly a few hours ago, consisting of a question and a response before he had been dragged away to continue his work.  It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand, but these were one of those rare occasions where you wish he had a different occupation, the time spent together with him were sparse if any. And even so when the chance arrived it would be cut short. You would’ve went to his set if you didn’t know any better. Having only done it once, and the memory still fresh within your mind. Never failing to bring a smile upon your features.

“Cut! Aether, please stop glancing to the side!” The director called from his seat for the hundredth time. The blonde had texted you before filming that his location was nearby, and you took it upon yourself to visit him. However this proved to be counter effective, for his eyes always wandered to you no matter what on earth he was doing, or saying. Hell! He had even said your name during one of the lines.  “Alright, Take number 23″ the director sighed running a hand down his face tiredly, honestly speaking. You felt quite sorry for the man, he did have the patience of a saint. Which was something rare these days. Before you could reminisce any further the clicking of the door was heard and a familiar voice called out to you broke your train of thoughts.

“You should be asleep honey” the blonde braided male sighed, making his way to the couch you were perched on in order to embrace you. 

“i missed you..and I wanted to see you” was all you managed out, and his eyes softened as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry for coming home so late” he hummed, it was not a rare sight for you to be perched on the couch well past decent time. Most of the time you’d have dozed off. To which he’s diligently carry you back to the room you both shared. and on the rare occasions awake, yet close to having your eyelids glued together. Each time he saw your lonely figure on the spacious furniture, his heart would be weighed down with guilt. He wished that he could give you more of his time, more of his care. More of everything he had to offer.  “I’ll take a shower and then we’ll sleep, deal?” He asks, much like bargaining with a small child. Perhaps it was under the influence of having a little sister. But your smile and nod made his heart lighten, before he reluctantly let go of you.  And soon the two of you were under the same covers, your form snuggled against his. The last thirty minutes had been of pep talk, from what happened that day to the day before, to the month before.  “i have a day off tomorrow, we can spend some time together”you hummed.  Aether smiled, his honey colored eyes laced with drowsiness, yet lighting up ever so slightly at the prospect of time with you despite his eyelids threatening to close. 

“that sounds perfect” he hummed lightly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.  

And for once in the presence of many months did you fall asleep peacefully because you knew when the sun peeked through the curtains the next day, he would be right beside you. Just like how you always wanted him to.

this was my first fic I don’t really think I did it justice! But my hands hurt from typing so much 

Also thank you to @viagiraffe for requesting me! It was super fun to write this, and as an Aether main I love him.