#I always save fics I pre wrote for when I haven't posted anything in a while

[milkman-zahhak]

Shane drawing + written fic to accompany it

WARNING, THIS IS A KINK POST, A FETISH POST. IT WILL CONTAIN FETISH CONTENT, SUCH AS BELLIES FULL OF FOOD AND WHATNOT, CHECK THE TAGS FOR THE WHOLE RUNDOWN.

Hello, enjoy another drawing of Shane based off of some in-game dialogue.

Idk if this is base-game, part of one of the many dialogue mods I have installed, or one of the lines I added into the game's code myself to practice modding and to get used to editing dialogue files. I'd say the latter but I don't remember ever typing this so.. idk. Just assuming it's canon for now lol.

Anyways here's the drawing:

+ a short lame-ass gif attempt

I know it's terrible, I wish I could blur it or something so you could choose whether to see it or not, but oh well. Here's what you're probably all looking for, sorry again if my writing is bad, I haven't proofread it or anything, otherwise I would see what I wrote, and decide not to post it ever! So as usual this is all getting posted RAW and UNCUT!!1! That's why I post both the drawing and the writing- so that if one sucks, maybe the other will impress you and save the poor failure of a post. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Shane sat back on the worn couch in their cozy farmhouse living room, licking the last bit of greasy residue from his fingers with a satisfied sigh. The empty plate in front of him was a testament to the gluttony that had taken hold of him, scattered with crumbs of one of his favorite snacks, pepper poppers. The farmer always made sure to keep the fridge stocked with them in case Shane got hungry while his husband was too busy to cook for him, since Shane's culinary skill peaked at reheating pre-existing meals in a microwave. Shane usually tries to be a bigger help around the farm when he can, doing what he knows best and caring for all of the animals (mostly the chickens) while his husband tended to the crops and went out foraging. All that hardworking farmer stuff. But today was rainy and stormy, the kind of day Shane liked to spend inside the house. He'd went out to the barn and the coop that morning and made sure the animals were okay, but that was about as much physical activity he had since waking up. Meanwhile, despite Shane's concerns and warnings to him, his husband insisted that he go out and fish in the storm, saying "Certain kinds of fish only come out in this weather, Shane. Besides, the rain means I don't need to water the crops today, I can get other chores done!"

So here he was, sitting on his ass in the house watching TV, the entire stock of pepper poppers he'd saved up for a day like this in front of him, or rather, the remainders of it. He had lost count of how many he had consumed, but it was undoubtedly more than he could handle. A warm, uncomfortable pressure began to build in his stomach, causing it to swell noticeably beneath his shirt. He looked down at his belly, which now protruded like a beach ball, and couldn't help but chuckle softly. The spicy treat had become somewhat of a weakness for him, and his husband knew it all too well.

"Oh, oh wow.. The farmer's gonna be home soon, and I'm such a mess", Shane thought, running a hand over his distended stomach. The heavy sensation of fullness and the audible rumbles signaling an incoming tummy ache were worrying, but he couldn't deny the strange satisfaction that came with it. He shifted his position, attempting to alleviate some of the discomfort, only to feel a loud gurgle reverberate throughout his torso. The sound made him blush, and he glanced around the room, hoping that no one else had heard it before remembering that he was home alone. Even if he wasn't, he had a hunch that his husband wouldn't mind seeing him like this anyways. Another gurgle echoed through his intestines, followed by an unmistakable sensation of gas brewing inside of him. Shane leaned to the side, carefully straining as a short, quick puff rushed out from behind him into his seat. "nhfh.." He grunted, holding back a cough as the scent of digesting pepper poppers lingered in the air.

With a groan, Shane shifted his weight on the couch, the couch creaking underneath him as he tried to sit up straight but ultimately slouched back down, regretting trying to preserve his dignity. His stomach gave another loud growl, followed by a series of smaller rumbles that made him cringe. "Pepper poppers, why do you have to taste so good but hurt me so bad?" Shane muttered to himself, rubbing his belly tenderly.

He knew all too well that they didn't agree with him sometimes. They'd make him feel bloated, gassy, and sometimes even give him heartburn and indigestion depending on how much he decided to pig out, but damn if they weren't worth it. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, realizing that his husband would be home soon.

"I should probably clean up this mess before he gets back", Shane thought, looking at the empty plates and greasy napkins littering the coffee table. He slowly pushed himself off the couch, letting out a small burp as he did so. He paused for a moment, waiting for any more gas to escape before he began to gather up the remnants of his indulgent day. His insides were churning up a storm but nothing else seemed to come out just yet. As he bent over to collect some of the napkins that fell on the floor, another gurgle sounded from his stomach, followed by a sharp pain that made him wince.

"Fuck," Shane cursed under his breath, clutching at his swollen midsection. He straightened up carefully, trying to ignore the discomfort as he made his way to the kitchen. Each step he took sent small tremors through his body, making him hyper-aware of every little movement in his stomach.

When he finally reached the kitchen, he deposited the plate into the sink and napkins in the trash can and took a deep breath, leaning against the counter for support. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his bloated appearance. He knew his husband loved him no matter what, but Shane couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the doorknob jiggled and he heard the front door creak open. It's as if the universe was reading his mind and taunting him. "Hey honey, I'm back! I caught a bunch of neat fish today! I think we might need more Wild Bait though because…" The farmer's words trailed off as he caught sight of Shane in the kitchen, his eyes drifting downwards onto the poor man's swollen belly. Shane could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as his husband's gaze swept over him, taking in the sight of his distress.

"Shane? Are you alright? You look…" the farmer trailed off, concern evident in his voice.

Shane forced a sheepish smile, taking his hand off of his belly, trying to play it cool despite the discomfort. "Urgh.. Y-Yeah, honey, I'm fine, just… *hic* ate too many pepper poppers…" he admitted, quickly going back to rubbing at his stomach again. He could feel the gas building up inside him, threatening to escape at any moment. He hoped that the farmer wouldn't notice, but the man had always been perceptive.

The farmer's eyes narrowed, and Shane knew that he wasn't fooling him one bit. "How many did you have? I mean, I have a whole chest of ingredients in the shed so I can always make you more, but I really thought this time I'd made you enough." he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Shane shrugged noncommittally, not wanting to admit the truth. "You did, you made more than enough, sweetie…" Shane paused to let out a belch, only for it to get caught in his throat, the moment passing uncomfortably. "I just… I wasn't paying attention, and I ate more than enough." he mumbled, looking away. No point in feigning innocence now, not if he wanted any help with his developing bellyache.

The farmer chuckled, crossing the room to stand behind him. He wrapped his arms around Shane's waist, pulling him close so that his back was pressed against the farmer's own body. Shane let out a small squeak of surprise, followed by a louder gurgle from his stomach. The farmer's laughter grew louder at the sound, and Shane couldn't help but join in, despite the embarrassment.

"You know they always do this to you, snack-food is supposed to be eaten in moderation, y'know." the farmer said, kissing the back of Shane's neck.

Shane nodded, wincing slightly as another rumble echoed through the kitchen, the cause of which staying irritatingly trapped inside his stomach "Yeah, I know," he replied. "But I couldn't resist. ugh.. They taste so much better after being microwaved." The farmer's hand slid up to rub circles on Shane's distended belly, "Mmhmm, and I bet it's so easy to just keep eating without even thinking about it when they're all… soft and squishy.."

Shane rolled his eyes, the irony of such a description was not lost on him. The farmer couldn't resist teasing Shane some more, rubbing his hands over the swollen belly and giving it a few gentle pats. Shane's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as the movement caused more gas bubbles to form and shift. "You're adorable, you look like you're pregnant, haha! " the farmer laughed, his fingers tracing patterns on the taut flesh "Kidding, haha. Swallowing seems to be your strong-suit no matter the situation, huh?"

Shane tried to play it off, swatting at the farmer's hand weakly. "Stop!" he said between giggles and groans, "It's not funny!" But deep down, he knew that his husband's touch was helping him relax, even if it made things worse temporarily. The farmer was always so attentive, always knowing just what to do to make him feel better. And just what to say to get under his skin and make him squirm.

Just then, Shane's stomach gave a particularly loud growl, followed by a deep, low burp, like a warning signal. "*bhrrruurup*… uh, 'scuse me.." The farmer's grin faltered slightly, his eyes flickering to Shane's face as he felt the tension return to his husband's body. "Oooohohooohhhh… " Shane moaned, clutching at his belly "f-fuck, they're really doing a number on me". The gas was building up inside him, pressing against his insides like a balloon ready to burst. He could feel the pressure increasing by the second.

"Come on," the farmer said, taking Shane by the hand and leading him back to the couch, "Let's get you comfortable."

The farmer sat Shane back down on the couch, his belly jiggling slightly from the effort it took to move. He sat down next to him and began rubbing his hand gently over his stomach, trying to ease the discomfort. Shane leaned back, letting out a couple of hiccups. "Fuck, that hurts," he muttered, trying relax himself. The farmer chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth and amusement as he continued to rub circles around Shane's navel. "Relax, dear. You know the drill by now." He was right, Shane had experienced this kind of thing many times before after indulging in his favorite foods. His stomach was just sensitive.

Or maybe his favorite foods being greasy, cheesy pizza, soda, peppers, and spicy pepper poppers was the culprit behind his frequent tummy troubles- but as he's said before, he'd rather die before abstaining from any of those foods.

As the farmer's hands kneaded gently into the surface of Shane's aching belly, they loosened up a few air bubbles that were previously trapped. Shane's gasps and groans were interrupted by airy little burps. "There we go~" the farmer cooed, enjoying the little moans that followed almost every time his husband burped. For as much relief as they brought him in the moment, more gas was building inside of him rapidly as his stomach tried to digest everything. Shane knew this was only the beginning of what was bound to be a long night. The farmer leaned down, pressing his ear against Shane's stomach, listening to the symphony of sounds emanating from within. "Sounds like your stomach's waging a war on you in there." he joked, his breath tickling Shane's skin. Shane groaned in embarrassment, but couldn't help but laugh a little, too. The farmer always knew how to lighten the mood. But as his nimble fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of his lower belly, Shane's laughter turned into moans of both pleasure and discomfort. He couldn't deny that there was something erotic about this situation, even though he knew it shouldn't be. "*hic-uuurp.. uuurp*... ughhh, feels… so tight.." He whined.

Shane flinched as his intestines let out a sickly rumble, he knew his husband could feel and hear it from the outside. "Just let it out, it's gotta happen at some point" the farmer whispered, his hand now firmly kneading Shane's lower stomach. Shane nodded, biting his lip. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let go. A loud, long fart echoed inside the room, making them both laugh uncontrollably.

The tension dissipated as the gas escaped, and Shane slumped back onto the couch, relieved for a moment "oh fuck, finally.." he sighed. As the minutes passed, Shane's burps became more frequent and less forceful - small puffs of air escaping his lips like a steam engine letting off steam. He shifted on the couch, farting once more. "Buhhhh.. I don't feel good.."

He was a burpy mess. He struggled to speak between them "I'm so *uuurp* bloated" he whined, looking down at himself with disgust. His stomach was round and hard, protruding against his shirt. He felt each gurgle and bubble as his stomach contents churned like a pot of boiling soup- if the soup was made entirely of pepper poppers and grease. He couldn't believe how much he'd eaten - it felt like he'd never be able to move again. *hic…… hic….*

"oh no, f- *hic* fuck.." Shane moaned. each hiccup jostled his already sensitive belly. He put both his hands on the sides of his poor bloated belly, trying to keep it steady while his husband rubbed it. Suddenly, another hiccup shook Shane's frame, only this time it was accompanied by air being forced out after being sucked in by the initial hiccup. His entire body tensed up and he let out a painful groan. "*hic-uuurp* fuck, that h- *hic-uoorrrp* guh… hurts.." The farmer's hand paused mid-rub, looking down at his husband with a mix of concern and arousal "Aw, you poor thing. I can't stop hiccups.. um, just…. Try not to swallow too much air?" Shane whimpered in response "*hic* can't.. help it.. *hic-uuurp* ow… oooohhh.. *hic-uurlp* ow…" "Just hang in there," the farmer reassured him, rubbing his back now. they were both a bit less talkative for a few minutes as Shane groaned in pain. Eventually his hiccups became less frequent, replaced instead by deeper and wetter belches. but the whole ordeal of uncontrollable hiccups still left Shane exhausted. "*buuuuurp* ugggh… so gurgly… *buuuu-ulp* oooh.." Shane managed to say through clenched teeth.

The farmer nodded sympathetically, rubbing Shane's back with slow, comforting circles. He couldn't help but admire the way his husband's belly moved with every burp, the firmness of it beneath his hands. It was fascinating, in a weird sort of way. The farmer moved in closer next to Shane, resuming his gentle massages on his husband's stomach. His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, trying to coax any remaining gas out gently.

Shane's breathing was deep and labored, his chest rising and falling with each exhale. "ngh… ohhhhh.. *frrrrrt pffffrr-brrpt* ah.." Shane trembled as he felt pressure building near his backside, unable to hold anything back. After a small toot, realizing it was only another fart, Shane actively pushed a little bit, forcing the air out. "Better?" the farmer asked.

The farmer's touch was soothing, his concern evident as he continued to massage Shane's belly. Shane couldn't deny the strange mix of embarrassment and arousal he was feeling - it wasn't everyday someone else got to see him in such a state. But something about his husband's tender massages made him feel cared for and safe. He nodded weakly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Y-yeah.. thank you." He murmured, leaning into the farmer's touch.

The farmer smiled, his thumb pressing against Shane's belly button as he worked his way around the taut surface. The pressure built again, and Shane even try to hold anything in. He let out a long, wet fart, followed almost immediately by a hefty burp. The farmer laughed softly under his breath. "Good boy." He praised, leaning in to plant a kiss on Shane's cheek. Shane's face reddened at the praise, but he couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal at the gentle dominance in his husband's tone. He bit his lip, trying to contain himself as the farmer's hands continued to work their magic. His belly felt a tiny bit lighter now, the gas slowly leaving his body. The farmer's hands moved lower, accidentally brushing against Shane's crotch. He let out a small yelp at the sudden contact, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants almost as much as his belly strained against his waistband.

"Sorry," He mumbled, turning his face away and burying it in his hands. "It's just… you know.. *uuurp* mmph, you.. You're touching me so much.. a-and rubbing me…" he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. The farmer chuckled again, his hand resting lightly on Shane's hip. "It's okay, sweetheart." He said softly, giving Shane's side a gentle squeeze. "We've been married for years, I know how your body works." He paused, his eyes meeting Shane's briefly before looking away. "And honestly, it's adorable."

The farmer's words sent another wave of heat through Shane, his embarrassment giving way to full-fledged arousal. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself without drawing too much attention. But it was no use - every movement seemed to shake his overstuffed belly, reminding him of his predicament. He could feel the farmer's eyes on him, taking in every detail.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" Shane stammered, trying to sound playful but failing miserably. The farmer's gaze softened as he reached out and cupped Shane's cheek, turning his face towards him. "Because I find you incredibly sexy right now," he admitted, his voice low and husky. Shane's eyes widened in shock before a small smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't believe it - he felt like such a mess, but the farmer found him attractive?

Shane's smile grew wider, a sense of warmth spreading throughout his body. He couldn't believe that his husband found him attractive even in such an unflattering state. He leaned into the touch, nuzzling against the farmer's palm like a content cat. The farmer's thumb traced circles on his cheek as they sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the simple intimacy between them.

However, the peace didn't last long. With a loud groan, Shane's stomach protested again, reminding them both that he still had quite a bit of digesting to do. He winced, his hand flying to his belly as it spasmed painfully. The farmer's expression shifted back to concern, his hand moving from Shane's cheek to his stomach to comfort him. "Do you need anything else?" He asked gently. Shane shook his head, biting his lip to stifle another burp. He didn't want to ruin the moment, but he couldn't deny the discomfort he was still in.

"Nah.." He said finally, "Just.. *urp* need to let my belly settle.. whoof…" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his stomach. The farmer nodded, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on Shane's belly. They sat like that for a while longer, Shane burping and farting helplessly. The farmer secretly hoped that the storm outside would continue through the night and into tomorrow. Not for the fishing opportunities, but because maybe he did need a good rainy day off at home.

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[whump-side]

Whump Challenge

I got tagged by @whump-captain to participate in the challenge. If you see this and want to participate, feel free! Don't by shy~ 1. Favorite whump trope(s)? Anything that'll make a whumpee bleed from the side. Shot, stabbed, you name it !

2. Least favorite whump trope(s)? I'm really not into whump with a whumper or pet whump. 

3. Top 3 whump scenes and why? No.6 episode 11. Oh man, this whole episode goes so hard, if you know, you know Detective Conan Chapter 251-254. I remember obsessively rereading these chapters as a 8yo kid No third place because there are 100 scenes fighting for the 3rd place in my head so I'll leave this empty

4. Top 3 characters to whump and why? Lance from Voltron. I love goofballs getting whumped. The switch between their goofy personalities to just pain, yes. Kaeya from Genshin. If anyone has good whump fanfics, please send them this way. This man is a walking whumpee Can't think of a 3rd character so I'll say my OC Birb 

5. Favorite fandom for whump (show, series, etc)? Anime/manga, animated show (Voltron, Avatar, in these kind of styles where adults look like adults) or Webtoons 

6. Do you prefer written or watchable whump? Watchable but I also enjoy written 

7. Do you also like hurt/comfort? Hell yes ! 

8. What do you think the difference between hurt/comfort and whump is? Hurt/comfort : gentle pat pat to soothe the pain Whump : stab stab to do the pain 

9. How would you explain whump to someone who’s not familiar with it? Angst but add pain, blood and injuries to it. 

10. Is there any old whump you particularly enjoy? (say, pre 2000?) It's gonna be 2000 exactly : Mulan. The moment when she realised she got hurt by Shan Yu. 

11. Why do you think you like whump? Good question it's always been there since I was really young. 

12. When did you realize you liked whump? Never, as mentioned before, it kinda was there all the time. 

13. Favorite posts with whump (gifsets, picspams, etc) ✨Art✨ 

14. Are you “out” to people in real life? My bff know that I love "angst" especially when it's bloody. I think I told them once that I found the whump community, but I'm sure I didn't say the word whump specifically 

15. How did you find the whump community? I was probably looking at "injured" or similar tags until I think I found an anime whump gifset and connected the dots when I saw the tag "whump" 

16. Any unusual mediums you like for whump (plays, music, vlogs, etc)? Stock photos. With enough imaginations, lots of things can be whumpy. It's like using a filter but with your brain. 

17. Any meta about whump you’ve been dying to share? None that I think of at the moment. 

18. Whump fic(s) you’d love to see? I'd love to read some Thoma whump from Genshin Impact. Haven't check now if there's something new with him 

19. Whump you’re looking forward to? (Maybe something teased or something you haven’t seen yet?) I am well fed with whump at the moment 👌 

20. Top 3 favorite whump fics? Oh god. I never save fics and then regret it when I want to read them again. The Purity of Sin by IcyPanther. I red it in one sitting before going to bed and then I realized it's 4am when I was finished There was a fanfic with Lance getting pneumonia while being stranded with Shiro and I can't find it ;-; A fic with my fem!Hawkle and Fenris my bff wrote me a few years ago 👌

21. Tropes you think are overdone? Whumper/Whumpee and captive whump. Let whumpees be hurt by nature in the wild far from any humans for a change. 

22. Tropes you think we could use more of? Environmental whump or whump without a whumper. 

23. Favorite sites/archives for consuming whump? Tumblr, AO3, Pinterest, Youtube 

24. Have your whump preferences changed recently? If so, why? Recently nothing has changed, but I'm always down to explore new tropes. Like I did with a tiny whumpee some times ago

[jackwolfes]

if you still wanna talk about all your other wips i’m interested!!😌

oh love i always want to talk about my WIPs 😅

to be perfectly honest i've got writer's block BAD at the minute so i'm sort of not working on much of anything atm! january 2022 i took a big month-long break from posting and am probably going to do the same again this year (save for AM AU because that's already finalised)

the ones i've been particularly focused on lately are:

a very big very dark febuwhump fic that ties together all the prompts into a big long horrible narrative (which will be posted anon to a) avoid spamming folks with daily updates and b) to avoid getting fucking murdered in case people can't read tags)

comparatively a much nicer "there was only one bed" fic set in the immediate post-canon because shockingly, i have never written a take on the "i charge a steep fee/i'd like to make a downpayment" scene

the full list of them (+ some commentary) as they currently stand is under the cut if you're curious though:

soc:

a mystery valentines day fic for my GF which is a fudge shop au

dead jesper fic, which is fully written and just needs to be edited

wylan gets amnesia au, again fully written, just needs editing

the ever persistent sugar baby au which is ticking along

mini edits to arranged marriage au, plus a fair few pre- mid- and post-fic scenes (incl

kuwesper friends with benefits fic

kylan fucking in a private theatre box

the kylan/kawesper royalty au

the wynejesper fic aka wylan's sexuality exploration time

horny rockstar au

a very soft inesper first time fic that i've been playing around with

a few character studies about houses and homes

wedding florist wylan, most of which is him being stupid

a soft fluff fic where wylan gets high and makes a mess of himself

the cowritten "jesper can't read?" fic

a christmassy fic i'm cowriting with a friend wherein jesper gets catfished

the kazper fake married/"jesper gets left at the altar" fic

a wee lil nonbinary wylan fic/study that i think would really fit a big bang if the soc bb runs again this year 👀

a kazpernej pining fic that i'm in the plotting stages for because again, writer's block

similarly i've been thinking about my summery seaside au that i want to write but don't want to start when i have so many other long AUs i haven't touched

supermodel au which, annoyingly, i'm not sure works anymore as i've set it up

cowboy au, el dorado au, summertime cabin au and domx for hire wylan, all of which i'll definitely one day return to

trc:

the year of the otp challenge which i'm going to TRY and do for pynch, although i might need to backdate the first one because writer's block

what may end up being a full length bridgerton au but is currently just titled "bees?"

the jordeclan kink fic

the adam parrish kink character study

once for a tumblr ask i wrote a short snippet for a resurrection roadtrip au that i'm holding onto to see if i might want to carry on with it, but unsure

check please:

i'm still very very very very very fond of my zimbits superhero au so that's perpetually sticking around

i also really want to write a "bitty definitely has adhd" fic that ive outlined but not done much on

i'm also very nerve wrackingly looking at writing an original work!! which is scary and big! but i'm excited about it!

[some-dark-side-writing]

Forgiven And Returned

(Natemare x reader)

Natemare returned back to just outside your bedroom door after leaving for a week, because that’s how he copes when you get in fights. He doesn’t exactly deal with the issue but it helps him clear his head. He came home at a late hour to assure you’d be home from work but when he peeked inside the room he was disappointed to find you weren’t there. He looked everywhere, trying to be secretive, but gave up opting to just shout your name into the empty house. He was unnerved because he was sure you had no plans that required you to be out that late at night and overtime couldn’t have gone on into these hours. Even though he was exhausted from wandering around and clearing his head all week, he stayed up waiting for you, even though his plan was to lie against your warm sleeping form because he needed the comfort you gave him after being deprived of it for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t realise how long he’d stayed up waiting for you until he saw the first rays of sunlight seeping into your home. That was it. He had been worried, now he was terrified. What could have happened to you in the space of a week? There could have been a serial killer that’s dumped your body somewhere. You could have been kidnapped and be being tortured right now by some maniac. You were emotional when he left, what if you were so emotional you caused a car accident and you never got to set foot back in your home…what if the last time you saw each other was when you were fighting? Natemare couldn’t take it any more as his panicked cries rode through each room again and eventually on the streets as he knocked on every neighbours door, from the ones he’d helped cross the roads to the ones he’d threatened to murder in unique ways, but it didn’t stop there. He went to your work and found a coworker who you were both friendly with. You hadn’t shown up to your job in two days, today being the third! And what’s worse, you left your phone there, so there was really no way of contacting you. He spoke to the host and according to him no entity had taken you. So where could you be?! Natemare had decided to go back to your home since most people would question why his tears looked more like dark water paint, and he shuffled under your blankets, to at least familiarise your scent again. If you had been harmed while he was away brooding selfishly then…well, he’d definitely hurt the person who made that happen, but right now he was holding that blame on himself… He almost tripped over as the home phone rang and he ran to pick it up, still cocooned in blankets with darker tears as more fell. “Hello?! Who is this?!” His breath hitched hoping for your voice on the end of the line but his hopes were crushed when he heard the coworker he had just spoken to. “Did you remember something else?” He asked hopefully yet still slightly annoyed that it was a person he had already interviewed. What if you, or your captor, called right now but he was on the phone with some unhelpful mortal?! “W-well since y/n’s been missing for a few days, well, do you want us to call the police for you?” Mare kept breathing heavily down the phone “I-I mean, with you two in a fight and stuff-” mare growled at them knowing this knowledge about your relationship, “It’s, erm, probably the best, for y/n’s sake.” Natemare thought hard about this, even though the mortal police would be useless in situations containing his own kind, they might be able to track down a missing human, especially if it was natural causes, which was a possibility. He didn’t like the fact he’d be interviewed because there were some things he’d have to lie about to avoid being thought of as crazy and he might become a suspect since people didn’t always get a positive impression off him, but at this moment he couldn’t care less what could happen to him. He just wanted you back… “No, it’s okay” he said running his hands through his hair “I’ll call them myself, it’s easier.” And he spat out the last bit, too energetic to want to be polite “thank you though.” “Oh, okay. You’re wel-” and he put down the phone. He dried his tears with the back of his hand as he started to dial the number 9. That’s how far he got, because he suddenly heard the doors lock clicking open. He threw the phone, losing his blankets in the frenzy, as he sprinted towards the doorway where you were taking off your coat. He ran wordlessly up to you and effortlessly picked you up, spinning the two of you around as he held you tight against him. He didn’t want you to get too dizzy so he eventually put you back on the ground, still not letting you go and screwed his eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Mare?” You asked, shocked to see him. He cried out at you “Where the hell have you been y/n?” His left hand shook your shoulder as his right held the small of your back, so your lower bodies were still pressed together. Natemare looked distraught. He already held the faint look of a homeless junkie after wandering aimlessly for a week and he hadn’t had time to clean up before he saw you as he had planned the night before. Now with all the panic and fear he’d recently experienced running around, his disheveled hair and dark bags under his eyes, kind of hard to discern with his smudged tears, he looked like the epitome of a broken man. “Mare, I went to say with my parents for a few days… with all our recent fights I needed a break from being alone in this house, especially when I had no idea when or if you’d come back!” Natemare did feel bad about how much you’d both fought recently. It was really neithers fault, natemare had had a lot of stress from other entities, way more than usual, and you’d been having work and bill troubles so emotions ran high. But at this moment in time Natemare didn’t feel like he could ever bear to fight with you again, not after the scare that your fights could be the last thing you experience before the inevitable of all mortals. Even if he was still quite angry at you not even leaving a note for when you would return all he cared about right now was that you were safe, and that you were in his arms. “We’re still okay right? We can work through this mare.” It was as if you could read his mind and to answer your question he could have done a number of things, he could have ravished your lips in a hungry all-consuming kiss or throw you over his shoulder and travel to your bed but what he did was what he wanted to most : he brought his forehead down to yours, as his hands settled on your waist, as you both closed your eyes, breathing in sync.

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the lover and the love songs | ksj

(credits to the owner of this GIF. I downloaded this from Pinterest.)

plot | You co-wrote songs for Taylor Swift’s Lover, unintentionally fueling the rumors.

words | 1391

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

song inspos | cornelia street, daylight, lover, paper rings (all by taylor swift)

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.  this was set in 2019. if you haven't heard the songs mentioned, I recommend listening to them before or while reading this :) let me know your thoughts. enjoy reading!

main masterlist | drabble series

@/taylorswift13: Lover, out now! Pre-add, pre-save, pre-order (all the pre stuff you feel like doing) Can’t wait for you to hear this.

@/taylorswift13: Special thanks to my friends who worked with me to finish this album.

For the second tweet, the singer posted a group picture of her, you, and her producers. It was a historical event for your fans as this was the first time you ever did something in connection with music. You always shared in interviews before how you like writing stuff as a hobby. But you never published anything about it.

@/drivingred: you’re telling me that THE Y/N, hollywood’s best actress, wrote songs with TAYLOR SWIFT????!?

@/corneliaswift: THIS IS THE GREATEST CROSSOVER OF MY LIFE 

@/POPCRAVE: Y/N wrote four songs for Taylor Swift’s Lover.

replying to @/POPCRAVE

- @/YNUpdates: OH MY GOD NOT JUST ONE BUT FOUR!!! FOUR 😩😩

– @/grandeswifty/n: i’m so excited!

Both your and Taylor’s fandoms are celebrating the new content they receive. Meanwhile, you were radio silent as you were in the production of your new movie, Lonely People. You only heard about your collabs being publicized when your co-actor congratulate you. 

“Hey, I read the news! Congratulations!” 

You were sitting on a make-up chair when your on-cam fiance, Sebastian Stan, entered the trailer. You cannot turn your head to him as your make-up artist is busy with your face. So you simply look at him through the mirror.

“What? What news?” you asked, sounding a bit concerned. This type of thrill kills you. With how the media works, you can learn various fake and crazy news about you.

“You wrote songs with Taylor! You didn’t tell me you’re a songwriter!” he exclaimed as he sat down next to you.

Your eyebrows raised, “It’s out?!”

“Yeah, here!” he showed you his cellphone screen. 

An hour later, your makeup and hair are both done. You were just waiting for you to be called in your trailer for your scene with Jin. Since this is the first time you wrote anything for and with someone, your heart cannot stop pounding out of your chest. Your palms were sweaty as you try to focus on reading your script while your co-written songs played in your earphones. Instead of internalizing your character, you ended up thinking if the public liked it. Over and over again. You were too deep into thinking that you almost jumped when someone knocked on your door.

Removing your earphones, you said, “It’s not locked. Come in!”

Looking at your opening door, you see your leading man stepping inside. Already in his sophisticated character form, Jin spoke,

“We’re up. Everybody’s waiting outside.”

“Oh, okay.” You gulped, hoping you can just shake this nerve-wracking feeling away.

Jin waits for you as you stood up. You subtly shake your head, internalizing your character and trying to flush out all distracting thoughts you were thinking about. You were about to open the door when Jin gently held your arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern obvious in his tone.

You chuckled nervously, shaking your head again, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little nervous, I guess.”

Lines formed between his eyebrows. You were always confident before any of your scenes. You rarely go tense when you were about to act so Jin knows that something more is bothering you. He sees you chew on your lips as you waited for him to say something.

“What happened?” he asked again.

This time, he tried to make you comfortable as his thumb drew circles on your skin. He then reached for both of your hands and he immediately felt how stone-cold it was. You sighed,

“My collab with Taylor is out now.”

Oh, that’s why. Jin nods. He knew about that project of yours for a while now and you’ve been open about how you were so excited about writing with her and finally presenting your other skills to the world. He even heard the final product of the songs from your phone when you shared it with him exclusively months ago. He remembered your proud and excited smile while you watch him listen to it. 

“It will be fine, bub. The songs are all perfect,” he reassures you. “I told you, you did well with that. Everyone is gonna love it since they are going to feel how much love you poured in writing.”

Your tense shoulder slowly relaxed as you tried to control your breathing. You were so out of it that you just felt now that Jin was softly massaging your palm. You sighed again before nodding.

“Thank you.”

You were about to open the door but he stopped you once again, “Wait, come here, bub.”

He pulled you in for an embrace. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. You loved it. It was the warmest and most comforting hug. The best thing to receive after feeling nervous. Unexpectedly, Jin whispered something familiar that made you laugh.

“You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Taylor Swift shares details about the quadruple song collabs with Y/N: ‘She’s just so perfect.’

Taylor Swift had a lot to say Monday night on Instagram, three days after releasing her new album, Lover, which includes three songs co-written by Y/N.

The multi-awarded artist confirmed that the actress helped in writing four tracks from her recent album: Cornelia Street, Lover, Paper Rings, and Daylight.

In Instagram Live, Swift dished on how she is “such a massive fan of Cornelia Street and Y/N”, the movie Y/N led starred back in 2017 with rumored lover, Jin. The songwriter said that their friendship started after she reached out to the actress after watching the film, showering her with admiration. 

Earlier this year, Y/N was seen going in and out of Swift’s infamous apartment multiple times. And the reason behind it? She was co-writing love songs with her!

“The songs we worked together are all about our own experiences with love and loving someone,” Swift said. “You know, we easily relate to each other since a lot of our past relationships were publicized and criticized by many people.”

“And now, obviously, I am really private about my relationship. I get to really enjoy every emotion I have and received and convert it to this album. That sort of became a love letter to love.”

Just when Swift began talking about the privacy of romantic relationships, the comment section was noticeably flooded with questions about you and Jin. It seemed like the singer noticed it as she chuckles while scrolling down the comments.

But in the best way possible, Swift dodged the questions,  “The fact that I get to write music with her and talk about life experiences is an honor and a privilege. She is so generous and kind. I even met Francheskat! She is so hands-on and organized about everything. She’s just so perfect. I thought I wanted to be her when I grow up,” Swift joked. “Absolutely love her and I really hope you love these songs as much as I do.”

The unwavering support and great reviews for the songs didn’t calm down. It continued for a few more days. One of your co-written songs became a fan favorite. You only posted a story of a selfie with Taylor and tweeted gratitude for her. Your fans mentioned you as they try to know more about what’s behind you writing these love songs.

@/yngolden: CORNELIA STREET IS BASICALLY A CONFIRMATION, RIGHT??? 

replying to @/yngolden

- @/astronautboy: i personally think that it's about the bts of their first movie together

@/thegreatyn: paper rings! 😩😩 remember when y/n said that jin lets her borrow every book he has?!

@/YNJINUPDATES: Back in January 2018, Jin posted this story on Instagram.

In the said story, Jin was talking to you about taking your Christmas lights and decorations down. “It’s January already!” he laughed behind the camera. You were shown in your pajamas while sipping a cup of coffee, unbothered. “This is my home. I can do whatever I want,” you spoke nonchalantly.

replying to @/YNJINSUPDATES

- @/franchessy: Now tell me Y/N and Jin is not together 😤😤😤

@/JINSRIGHTTOE: ynjin not beating the living together allegations 🙃

@/swiftiesyn: OKAY LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT Y/N IS NOT IN LOVE RIGHT NOW. [insert an angry, cute cat reaction picture]

additional note: send me an ask if you have any questions for mc and jin!

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