#IM STRETCHING BRAIN MUSCLES I FORGOT I HAD

[antidesire]

specialize in havin' fun. antidesire

disclaimer, 18+ only. f!reader x logan howlett, logan is ancient so obvi age gap? idk who this is for, what am i doing? think im the dick-sucking writer, i seem to always write about it. no established relationship, reader and logan fool around but reader is head over heels for him. this is just porn, I didn't intend to write logan so rough I think I went off the rails. roughness, a lil non-con??? forcefulness, oral m! receiving, boot.. fucking >:), saliva, desperate!reader, pet names, hair pulling, I haven't written in so long I forgot how to tag, lmk if I miss anything, sorry this is garbage babe.

reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated, requests are open !! ♡

logan's boots hit the stony pavement with a thud, leg swinging over the body of his motorcycle, propping it up diligently. what a fucking day, with a sharp inhale, he tried to shrug off any lingering thoughts that were worming around his brain.

your apartment was a humble and homely one, sure, sometimes the water would either scald you or, leave you falling on your ass when it blasted you with an ice-cold wake-up call, but you had decent neighbours, ones that didn't pry, or make a lot of noise, lot's of privacy, logan liked that, though he'd put up with anything for a night with you.

though this habit of leaving your door unlatched because you expected him, was something he didn't want to put up with, had he not taught you better?

"told you not to do that.." logan mummers under his breath, lord knows any fucker that tried to creep into the naively sweet girl's apartment, is one dead fucker.

pushing the door open, he was greeted with the familiar warmth of the living room, a chiffon scarf with tassels draped over the lamp on the tableside, drenching the room in tranquillity, candlelight flickering to compliment the dimly lit ambiance, he almost slammed the front door shut, as though the outside would taint it if it got too long of a look.

like a domino effect, just the click of the door scrambled you to your feet, tripping over the blanket thrown over your shoulders, "logan!" your hush whisper sounded just as excited as every other time he walked through the door, as though it was a script you followed.

"hey bab- ouh," logan huffed out, your head smacking against his chest first, your arms following in quick succession, squeezing tightly around his chest, "one day you're gonna give yourself a concussion doin' that."

muffled laughs vibrated against his chest. when you breathed in you could smell the gasoline on his clothing, and that cologne he wore, smelt earthy, woody, and a little citrus too.

impatient as always when it came to overtaking all your senses with the man you were enamored with, your fingers find the bulkiest part of logan's arms, not nearly enough length on them to get close to fully engulfing the meaty muscle of them, you squeezed and forced them both around your upper waist, encouraging him to hold you tighter, you wanted to feel light-headed with him.

if you could see the soppy smile that stretched on his face, eyes wrinkled with delight, you would've pounced further on him, "how do you do it?" your head raised at his question, chin digging uncomfortably into his sternum, he continues, "exist when i'm not here for you to love up on me?" logan's fingers tapped up your back, under the shirt of his you were adorned in, the blanket you had over you, long forgotten about.

your cheeks puffed out and lips parted, but only an exhale left them. you quickly shook your head, only nudging into him for more comfort.

“c’mere,” it was quite comical because any closer would’ve been impossible, though you craved it, with a push under your chin, logan leaned down, and without another beat he pushed his lips to yours, his thumb, followed by a trickling of his fingers trailing downwards along your neck, resting his grip mindfully there, as though the kiss hadn’t dazed you enough.

hoo boy, you were easy.

logan had years on him- years was an understatement, and you, this doe-eyed girl, hopelessly head over heels to please him, it was dangerous, logan felt guilty, soiling such a deer.

it was perverse.

it was perverse when he first rammed into you and you choked out the cutest little sob he had ever heard, eyes flooding with fat tears, he had tensed himself, so much restraint it took out of him to even think about pulling out after all the effort it took to push his cock inside you, you’d noticed and in a bit of a panic, “no- nonono.” your legs raised up and around his hips, the heels of your feet pushing against his back, “keep— hngh, stay, can do it.. i can do it.” your breath was so unsteady, “please.” and who was he to deny such a brave girl?

and now when he felt your lips part, trying to sloppily catch up with his own, fingers fumbling awkwardly at the lower hem of his raggedy white tank top, it was perverse.

it didn’t have to go like this every time, but it did, it got out of control, and fast, every single damn time.

logan's beard was dark, mostly, with little flecks of grey if you looked close enough. it scratched your pretty face deliciously when you pushed up further into the kiss, your hands exposing his tanned midriff, wandering upward to his chest, covered in coarse hair, you squeezed his flesh under your greedy fingertips every time you grazed over his waist.

the last thing logan would ever tell you to do was slow down, as much as he reveled in control, seeing you like this, your thoughts at the back of your mind, all action and no consequence, just what feels good, it was euphoric for him.

his nose prodded against yours as his tongue invaded your mouth, the sound of wet lips smacking and breaths hitching, you only let up when a sharp twinge of pain jolted at your scalp, logan's grip from your neck had moved up toward your hair, a bunched handful that arched your body delightfully against his own.

just sometimes, he'd have to nod you in a direction, when you got all fuzzy in the head for him you would've been feeling up on him with your tongue down his throat until your knee's buckled- just a little nod.

with another tug, you let logan maneuver you to the floor, not so gracefully when your knees thudded against the wood, but you didn't flinch, making quick work of his leather belt, the thing was heavy, a big brass oval buckle being the obstacle between him being down your throat already.

logan ever so kindly helped when he tugged the rest of the belt through the loops, it clattering to the ground beside his boots, next came the pop of his button and a quick push of the zipper downwards, flickering his eyes to where you were sitting, knees squashed underneath you, palms on each side of his thighs, and big pupils ghosting over his fingers.

"look at me baby." his thumb prodded at your bottom lip, inviting it to slip past and rest on your tongue, your eyes blinking up at logan, and your head tilting a little when your fingers scrunched the denim of his jeans.

his thumb pushed against your tongue and his finger hooked under your chin, pulling you into him until your cheek smushed into his abdomen and he retracted his hand, pushing his strained cock against your mouth.

you darted your tongue out and felt the texture of his briefs against it, eager fingers nudging the elastic down just enough to get him out of the fabric, barely letting his cock twitch as it met the air, a line of open-mouthed kisses trailing from the underside of his cock, hazily trailing the vein your tongue searched for, the one that leads straight up to his tip.

“s’like you’re drunk when you get like this,” logan hums, his grip on your hair was loose now, you made the prettiest distraction he’d ever laid eyes on, his thighs clenched and he twitched against your mouth again, already shallowly fucking up against your lips, “you remember last time? gotta take it easy, baby.”

last time, was partly logan’s fault, far too carried away in the warmth and slippery slick of your mouth that he had forgotten how big he was, and how small you were, how small your mouth was, it was an easy mistake when you always took anything he threw at you so sweetly, even if it ended with you gagging so uncontrollably, you almost threw up, oops.

your skin warmed out of humiliation at the gentle reminder, hastily leaning up on your knees, either of your legs sprawled out beside you when you reached up to hook both of your fingers in either side of his belt loops on his jeans, a steady handle now you opened your sticky-glossed lips and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth, that familiar ache in your jaw not tearing down your confidence, but fuck, he was big and thick.

he tasted salty and he felt heavy in your mouth when you shoved more of him past your lips, shocks of hot lust pulsing straight between your legs whenever you heard the man above you even so much as sigh.

here he was, not even five footsteps into the room, with his pretty little thing kneeling before him as though he was a deity you praised, and devoted yourself to, in truth further condemning yourself with a life of sin, much to the both of your pleasures.

your head bobbed, and every so often you'd pull your head upward and curl your tongue around the red-hot tip of him, decorating him with sticky kisses, before he got a little too riled and there came that pulse of pain in your scalp again.

"that's very cute," the mewl that sounded in your throat was buried as soon as he pushed on the back of your head, and stuffed his cock down your throat, "i said take it fucking easy, but don't push your luck sweetheart."

your eyes almost bulged when you felt the tip of his boot nudge in between your legs, awkwardly bouncing until you feel it slip underneath you, flush against your aching warmth, "ffu-" you choked out, a stray fat tear trickling down your puffed out cheeks, mixing in the mess of saliva that pushes past your lips when logan keeps fucking up into your mouth.

"sshush, shsh." he coos out, his fingers that were previously tangled into your hair moving to your cheek, wiping at your sweet little tear, "I got you, baby, relax." his voice was as smooth as honey, and you took a second to still yourself, unclenching your jaw, as much as you could whilst he was rammed into your throat impatiently, exhaling out of your nose and hollowing your cheeks, taking a stronger grip on the hoops of his belt, for your own sanity because the way he tilted the tip of his boot up against your pussy was wickedly evil.

the thin layer of your short shorts did little to help you, you'd spoiled them as soon as his lips meshed with yours earlier.

another inhale,

exhale,

you managed to slide your mouth down much more fluidly this time, even tugging him flush against you, until the hairs at the base of him tickled your nose, you tried your best to pay no attention to the way logan had his boot in between your legs, no, no attention to the way your hips had a mind of their own, swaying against the hard material, your clit bumping deliciously every time you breathed him in, and raised your head and letting it fall in a rhythm.

the sounds that parted from logan's lips were otherworldly, his timbre was guttural and he got increasingly vocal, "fuhhck, mm," logan's brow bone had wrinkled, bliss evident, even in the way his head tilts to watch more darling little tears push past your eyes, "wish you'd greet me like this every day, ah, ah!" he hissed out, the muscles in his thighs tensing when you jolt him forward by the loops in his denim jeans, and he hits the back of your damn throat, and you take it.

cocky, that’s what you were being, and he loved every single drop of it, “gonna be a good little girl, make me cum, mm? yeah?” logan hums, feeling you squeeze his legs in approval.

good little girl,

if there were any three words to put together to make you putty in logan howlett’s hands, it was those.

your little sobs were more evident every time you lifted your head to pay some sweet attention to his tip, collecting the dribbles of sticky precum at the tip of him, rutting yourself against his boot which didn’t fly by logan’s head- no matter how enamored he was with his dick down your throat, “desperate for me to ruin every single bit of you, have a little more respect for yourself sweetheart.” he chuckled out, cruel.

if you weren’t so full of him, your senses screaming loganloganlogan, you would’ve said something, you would’ve scowled at least.

“you’re so pretty like this, let me fuck your throat yeah? you want that?” it wasn’t a question, logan’s rough hands settled on either side of your head and not missing a beat, he was thrusting into your mouth, forcefully, and hard.

his grip was stable, far too strong for you to do anything, anything but your arms flailing and clawing up at his chest, even tearing a hole in his white undershirt that bunched up under his arms.

too much. your brain screeched in panic, but your body betrayed you, helplessly fucking yourself against his boot with your thighs squashed on either side, and holy fuck, you were cumming, your puffy clit rubbing perfectly, and the lack of air did something so euphoric, it was all so wrong, but it could only be right when your body pulsed with pleasure so overwhelmingly you could do nothing but trust him, and let those fat crocodile tears stream down your face.

“sh-shit, did you just cum?” he laughs, he fucking laughs, “ahnngn, that’s so sexy.” logan was losing it, his fingertips pressed into the plush of your cheeks, hips getting sloppy as he neared his high.

one, two, three more thrusts, stuffing himself into your mouth and he is cumming for what feels like an eternity, hot and sticky fluid gushing into your mouth and spilling past your lips, dripping onto your thighs.

he lets up and eases out of your mouth when he squeezes the rest of his spend onto your tongue, gesturing with a nod of his head, “there’s my sweet girl.” you swallow, and it hurts, the strain in your throat, in your jaw, between your legs, every inch of you feels used.

“thank you, lo.” you barely scratch out, knees trembling when you lean up, nuzzling your face against his abdomen, your arms clasping around his waist for comfort, his stomach gleamed with sweat and saliva too, somehow.

logan lifted you to your feet in a swift motion, one of his hands under your arms as the other tucked his dick back into his briefs, getting you to the couch, wrapping that previously forgotten about blanket around you, “i’m gonna run us a bath, you stay here.” his lips pressed a kiss so delicately to your forehead that you felt it almost regenerate your entire body.

“can you stay for a second longer?” your voice was small, unstable.

“m’ not leaving.” logan finds it endearing, honestly a little heartbreaking, “you can’t walk and your shoulders are up to your ears sweet, lemme get a bath going,” he explains, more reassuringly but you still grumble.

he sighs at that, you barely even recognize you are horizontal after what feels like a long blink, one of logan’s arms snugly under your knees whilst the other held your upper back, and he walked onwards to the bathroom, “you remind me of a little lamb like this.” he observed, and laid another sweet kiss, this time to your lips, and your stomach churned in delight, he reassured you once again, just for tonight,

“don’t worry, i’m not leaving yet.”

[lowkeyremi]

jjk men and aftercare ft. Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Toji, and Geto.

a/n: I saw something like this awhile ago and forgot to write abt it but here I am now babyyyy. also not proofread bc im tired :P

cw: really suggestive, established relationships, how they are after sex basically :)

Gojo Satoru

When you two first started hitting third base Gojo was all about himself and about how he felt. When you had cleaned yourself up and prepared for bed that night Satoru finally realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong, babe? I thought you liked it??" He asks, worried about his performance in bed. Your silence prompts him to try and figure out what he had done wrong, and honestly he couldn't even think of anything.

"Pleaseeee tell me. I won't know if you don't say anything." Those invasive thoughts that tell you, "you don't matter to him." start to attack your brain once again. He's way out of your league you start to think.

"Aftercare. You didn't even offer to help me clean up, Satoru." Saying it out loud makes you sound kind of petty in your opinion but it does matter.

"OH. Shit baby I'm so so so so sorry!!!!! I- It's just-" He cuts himself off and tries to reword his sentence, "Well, back then I.. I was sleeping around so my pleasure was the only thing that mattered to me. It's different.. you know? Dating. I'm still working out everything. I won't forget next time I promise."

He'd been telling the truth because from then on he always went all out with aftercare. He would run you a bath with your favorite salts and oils, he'd make you your favorite snacks, he'd even cuddle you afterwards until you fell asleep. (rich boyfriend privileges)

Choso Kamo

He'd been waiting so long to finally sleep with you for the first time so he had done all his research prior to the day. He was looking at your dilated pupils, messy hair, and the cum that sat on your stomach.

"Okay so, according to the article I read, I should run you a hot bath, yeah?" He asks nervously.

A small smile braces your lips. In all honesty you probably should have expected this much from Choso. He wants to make sure everything is perfect.

"You looked up aftercare???" You sit up on the bed and a back cramp decides to hit right then and there. As soon as he hears your groan he sprints the the kitchen, only to return with a heat pad.

"Heat pad for cramps?" He's truly nervous, and eager to please you, the love of his life.

"Thank you, Cho. I'll take you up on that bath."

"Of course, I'll get in with you if that's okay." The smile on your face is enough of an answer.

Nanami Kento

YOU ARE WINNING!!!!

Massages, baths, homemade snacks, you name and he'll do it for you. In his mind it's the least he can do for you, because you treat him so well and give him that pretty pussy he loves so much.

"Right here?" He's currently working those skilled fingers into your tight muscles after bending you every which way.

"Ohhh... yes right there, baby. Hurts so muchhhh." You whine and moan at the same time. At this point you two have already bathed and he's made sure to moisturize your body leaving you clean and refreshed.

He seemed to notice the way you limped and asked if you need anything. The sex was good really, but you didn't want to tell him that folding you in half wasn't the best idea. Oh, but he's persistent would not leave you alone until you told him what was wrong.

Once you told him he had immediately sat you down, picked up your favorite lotion and started to work out the kinks in your body.

"I'm so sorry, again." He mumbles quietly.

"Stop apologizing, Kento. These things happen. At least I know to stretch before hand next time." His face softens at your giggles and he presses a small kiss to your thigh.

"Oh do not get me started." A smile creeps up his face, while blush slowly spreads across yours.

Toji Fushiguro

BOOOOOO no aftercare. well maybe not much at least.

Has not properly cared for a woman since his late wife but he realizes if he wants you to stay he'll have to fix that.

At first he would throw a wet rag at you and give a simple, "here clean up." When he got out the shower he was genuinely confused why you were no longer at his apartment.

As soon as you picked up he could tell you were pissed, "What do you want, Fushiguro."

He's a little shocked, did not expect that from you, "I'm your boyfriend so it's Toji and not Fushiguro. The hell is your problem??"

The silence is so loud. For a second he thought you'd hung up on him. "Hello??"

"I'm giving you some time to think about that dumbass question and figure out why I'm mad at you." He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes too. He's lucky you can't see it.

"Ugh, I don't have time to play the damn guessing game. You're always mad about the little things.. what is it?" He's running through anything he could have possibly done wrong recently.

"Toji, you threw a fucking wet washcloth at me and told me to clean myself up. I'm your girlfriend, not one of your one night stands!" There it is, and the bad part is he doesn't even see what's wrong with that. (at first)

"I don't even give them something to clean up with, I just leave. But damn if you want me to get all fancy and shit I'll try." He scratches his head and begins to wonder why women are so hard to please.

Let me tell you he's no Nanami, but it's getting better. Still falls asleep afterward most times tho :/

Geto Suguru

You do it yourself for the most part, and here's why.

He's over here washing you up in the tub and he can't stop staring at your soapy titties and it just leads to more sex.

It's never just aftercare with him. He's always chasing more. Like that time you asked him to massage your legs after you two had finished fucking in the tub.

"Yeah shit why not? Lotion or oil??" He asks looking through your products.

"Uhhh lotion's fine." You'd grabbed your phone to see if your mother left you a voicemail which she did. She talked about how you need to pick up the phone or at least text her your alive if you're not gonna pick up. You were NOT going to pick up earlier though. Suguru likes to tease and you learned that the hard way when he was eating you out while you were discussing group bonding dinner ideas with your boss over the phone.

Anyway, he made his way to the bed with your lotion and all things went to hell. It was slow at first, nothing too sensual, then of course he had to slip a finger in your pussy and you sat there and stared.

"We are not doing this, we just got out of the bath." You were so serious, but so was he. (you were also aroused so)

"Another bath never hurt anybody, 'fraid of a little water baby??"

(such an annoying whore)

[goodchristiangirlx]

Duty Whispers - chptr. 2

warnings: oral !F receiving, !p in v, tipsy sex?

A/N:hope you enjoy this little halloween special hehe

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yr2 Oct 1722

“What?’’

“What do you mean what? This is the first I’ve heard about it.” you retort.

Jane glares at you through an opened mouth and furrowed brow. Despite your two year friendship and tendency to share everything with each other, she conveniently forgot the 141s Halloween party. Tonight.

“Well you have to get a costume. We’re going.”

“Who’s gonna be there?”

“Everybody. Even Ghost.” she nudges your elbow. "after i said we were both going he said, 'turns out im free.' I mean, c'mon."

“Jane there’s nothing going on there, I mean it. He’s the LT it could never happen anyway.”

“Well who do you think organized all of those pairings for the missions? You think that overnight trip - alone - was because you’re the most skilled?”

“Fuck you” you laugh. You and ghost had become closer over the last year, his guidance on missions turned into partnership on long stakeouts. You really thought he had opened up, even just a little. He had taken off his mask for you, for gods sake.

You slump back into the canteen chair and wrack your brain trying to remember what miscellaneous clothes you have slumped into your dresser.

“Fine, i'll go. But I’m using your straighteners.”

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2106

Your heels clack and through the thin hallway. The bar is already bustling with Halloween music and low chatter. As the music becomes louder and clearer the orange lit room comes into view, dark figures hunched over the bar and side tables. You try to shove your dress down a little further but it just bunches up again.

You walk over to the only figure boring enough to not dress up. “what’s your excuse for no costume then, ghost?”

“The mask is enough. And what are you supposed to be?”

“Uhm,” you point to the mini wings on your back. You had found an old white dress and Jane lent you the wings. The dress was definitely meant for your body 2 years ago, but not now. The straps stretched across your toned back and the hem hugged your things, clinging to the muscle that wasn’t there before. It made you look good. Just too good for a task force function. “hmph. Cute” he murmurs, staring into his whiskey glass, spiraling the ice.

Soap approaches the bar and leans over on one arm, looking at you, hair gelled back like wolverine. “What’re you drinking, angel?” he coos, looking at your wings.

you let out a small laugh showing your teeth. “nothing, yet. I just got here.”

“Well that has to change, doesn’t it?” He grins. Before you can reply, he’s called over the bartender and ordered rum and coke for the two of you.

“Cheers to the start of your second year here. And cheers to your first Halloween with us. ‘Mon ghost, raise your glass.” He reluctantly listens and the three glasses clink infront of you. You take a mouthful and let it fizz in your mouth before swallowing.

‘Thriller’ starts playing over the speakers and your eyes widen. Soap notices, sets his drink down and offers a hand, inviting you to dance. As you get up ghost’s neck cranes and follows you as you trail Soap.

You move back and forth to the rythym as soap snakes behind you, laying a hand of your hip swaying with you. His touch light, and playful. You fight your gaze away from the bar, seeing ghosts mask aimed at you. Jane dances her way towards you, taking your arms and pulling you from soap. You two dance and spin eachother, laughing and clapping to the beat.

As the song slows, you make your way to the bathroom and press some water to the back of your neck. Why was he staring at you? And why was he being grouchy with soap? Weren’t they close? He’s such a child. These thoughts swirl around your head as you walk through the hall once more, only this time the exit is blocked. “Excuse me, lieutenant.”

“What d’you call that, then?” he spits out, ignoring you.

“Excuse me?” you repeat in a more violent tone, already defensive.

“Wearing this? Dancing like that?”

“Oh come on. You’re being unfair. God forbid i dress up for once, try to have fun after these past few months.” You suddenly become hyper-aware of the skin across your chest and shoulders, bare and burning from his gaze.

"Jesus - you know," he drops his head to your ear, your back pressing into the cool brick wall. "for being so smart, you can be so dense sometimes."

"What then? Why are you here?"

"I'm here for you."

His hand moves to your waist. "And something tells me McTavish isn't who you've had your eye on, either." His gaze returns upwards, to your lips. Surrounded by black, his long eyelashes making his greedy desperation look almost innocent.

Your hands and eyes trail upwards towards his neck, where you slip your thumbs under his mask, but you don't lift it. "May I?"

He softly grunts, almost moans, in response before you hook it above his nose. His lips are slightly parted and the scar across them has left a line through his stubble. You move a thumb across his lower lip while he holds your chin up, forcing eye contact before he leans down and kisses you.

You can feel the scar against your lips but it doesn't make the kiss worse, he's too good of a kisser for you to care. You're both panting and squirming, hands roaming mindlessly before he breaks the kiss, to your disappointment. "Can we go back? To the barracks?" he whispers to your lips. You nod. "How will we leave together?"

"You'll tell jane you dont feel well, and i wanted to leave anyway."

You laugh, almost wondering if this was premeditated. "Okay then, i'll meet you at your car."

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The tension of the car ride home means as soon as the door to his room locks, he has you pressed against it, lifting his mask once more. His hands glide from the back of your neck to your breasts and lower back, then your ass as he gets onto his knees, looking at you like a doe.

He gently unclasps your heels and you slip out of them. His hands curve up your thighs again and bunch your dress together as he lifts it over your hips. His nose tickling as it drags up towards your core. He plants a soft kiss that sends a shiver up your spine and makes your eyes close, then he's kissing you, guiding you backwards to the edge of his bed.

He's kissing below your ear as you reach around his back to lift his shirt off. As he pulls back he lowers himself to the floor and places a hand on your knee, spreading your legs. He presses a thumb to your clothed clit and hums as it turns darker.

A finger hooks the band and pulls the panties the whole way off. Your back arches as his lips make contact with your core, licking striaght up your slit and making circles around your swollen bud.

The rumble of his responses to your moans vibrate through you as the room fills with the filthy sounds of your pleasure.

A hand finds its way to his head, pushing down and grabbing at the mask that's adding to the sensory overload as he's making out with your cunt, fabric making your hips buck into him further.

"fuck Ghost mm-gonna-" you pant as he presses a thumb to your clit, cutting you off with a moan due to the sudden build up of pressure in your stomach. He presses further into your hips and they jump back, Ghost continuing to lick up your slick as you ride out the orgasm.

He brings you back and places a pillow under your hips and keeps a grip on your knees, keeping them open for him as he rubs himself sloppily through his cargos and slips on a condom. You reach forward to help him with his button and he kisses the sweet spot of your collar bone. As your head hits the mattress again, he’s already teasing himself by running his tip lightly through your folds.

As he inserts himself and begins to thrust you notice that he begins to quicken his pace sooner than you expected, in the low light levels you almost think you can see a slight flush of his cheeks before he looks across to the wall.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he grunts before whispering under his breath something about ‘better than he pictured you’ right as he slams into your g-spot making you both moan simultaneously. You loved how he reacted to you, your walls quickly accumulating for his size.

“Fuck I’m not gonna- last much longer”

“Nng I can’t- Simon I can’t…”

“Say it again, louder.”

“Simon, I need this.”

His thrusts become careless and messy but quicker until he spills into the condom and you feel a slight temperature increase in your core. You’ve never experienced orgasming at the same before, how intimate and amazing it is to come off your high completely synced. Ghost slowly pulls out of you as he’s leaning down and kissing you behind your ear again, lavishing in your fingers through his hair like a dog.

“Can I use your shower?” You finally speak, disturbing the silence.

“Yeah go ahead, towels are in the wardrobe.”

As you’re grabbing the towels, Ghost is gathering his and your clothes that have been strewn across the floor. He pulls his mask over his nose again and saying, “This uh,” he clears his throat. “I don’t do relationships. This cannot happen again and I- I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression or-“

“Okay.” You respond, without turning around. “I agree, this can’t continue if I’m to be promoted etc, and frankly, respected. Glad we’re on the same page.” You smirk and close the bathroom door and by the time you’re out of the shower, the room is empty and your clothes are folded at the edge of the bed. You’re not surprised.

A/N : v v sorry this took so long, I’ve got an idea for the next chapter though, so hope it’ll be out sooner. Happy Halloween honeys!

[musicoftheheart]

oh my gosh okay so I wanna ask about all ur wips honestly but that kind of defeats the purpose soooooooo

4,7,8,14

4 because it sounds really ominous, 7 because the title makes me think someone (probably james) freaks out every time someone else (probably regulus) speaks french and a third person (probably sirius) thinks hes having an allergic reaction, 8 because this sounds like a sequel to hold me tight (and never let me go)??? and I have been loving that fic so far and cant wait for you to finish it (but no pressure, take ur time of course), and 14 because thats funny as shit

also, I remember you saying a while ago you might write a snooker au? is that happening? (again no pressure, I just wondered if u forgot to list it since you mentioned having brain fog recently (which is a cool name for it btw and I will be using it in future))

hi!! thanks for asking! <33

so ive covered a couple of these in another ask, so ill only sum them up here (you still get rambled at though dw <3)

4. dont walk too close

so! as i said in another ask, this is a fic following sirius (and regulus, later) starting hogwarts as walburga’s obedient heir, only to end up in gryffindor and learning that life isnt quite the way he’d been taught. his revelations and his sorting end up causing tension at home in the yule holidays, and a series of events end up with regulus in gryffindor too. im sure we can all imagine how that one goes. i posted a snippet in the other ask here

7. french epi fic

HA okay i love your guess, but— well, actually, youre closer to the truth than you might’ve thought. sort of.

regulus has just escaped his parents’ clutches and moves across from france to the one place he hoped he might be welcome: sirius’ home in england. its set in yorkshire, because thats where i grew up before i had to move away, and i miss it :( regulus’ english is poor as it is, but meeting sirius’ ridiculously attractive housemate, james potter, muddles his brain enough where the few basic greetings he knew were gone

james has epilepsy (thats where the ‘epi’ in the title comes from), remus gets them all free donuts, and sirius refuses to flirt on behalf of either james or regulus with the other. its chaos, its fun, and im enjoying it so far despite only being a few thousand words in. here’s a snippet:

Regulus slowly set his eyes back on the house. “It’s so big.”

Seeming to finally catch up on Regulus’ surprise, Sirius explained, “Effie and Monty helped us get on our feet, but with what Alphard left…”

”Mon dieu,” he breathed. But this time, it wasn’t at the house. It was at the man stepping out of it.

Stood at the front door, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun that had emerged from behind the rain clouds, was the most beautiful man Regulus had ever laid his gaze upon. His dark brown hair was tussled in a mess of curls on his head, but almost like it was purposefully messy rather than just uncontrollable. Round golden glasses sat upon his bronze skin, framing his chocolatey eyes perfectly, and a wide grin pulled at his mouth and revealed a little dimple on his left cheek.

When Regulus was eventually able to tear his eyes from the man’s face, his breath caught again at the sight of the rest of him. He clearly worked out, if the muscles making his t-shit stretch were anything to go by, but he wasn’t tall — perhaps only a couple of inches larger than Regulus himself, and he reached only a measly 5’7. Something shining in the sun caught Regulus’ eye, and he saw a thin metal bracelet on one of the man’s wrists.

”Hey, James!” Sirius called, climbing out of the car and snapping Regulus out of his trance. He’d made it to the boot to pull Regulus’ suitcase out before Regulus had even managed to open the passenger door.

”Padfoot!” James called with just as much enthusiasm — that was, far too much considering they lived together and had presumably seen each other just a few hours ago before Sirius had left to pick Regulus up. “And mini Pads!” he added, spotting Regulus finally getting out of the car.

Regulus shot him a swift glare for that nickname. He may be cute, but looks could only get him so far.

8. the warmth of your arms rivals the sun (its burning out)

this is another ive covered in another ask but i love it so im still gonna talk about it. youre exactly right, by the way — it is a hmt sequel! i guess the naming conventions were similar enough ahaha. its very james-centric with background storylines, and focuses on much heavier themes than those in hmt. i wont go into what they are, but anyone who was around during chapter… four? five? i dont remember, but it was early on. i added some tags, then took them away once i decided id split it into two parts. if anyone remembers those tags, that’s what twoya will cover :))

14. sirius is actually helpful for once wtf

this is planned to be a shorter fic, but still multi chapter. its pretty much just sirius shipping jegulus and doing everything he can to get his two favourite people together :) not written yet, but ive got a fair bit planned so far

bonus: snooker au

okay so, i would love to say i’ve worked on this some more since then but… i haven’t :( i really want to, but i want to do it well, which i know will take a lot of time. but, the details i have so far:

its the snooker world championships. regulus black’s first, but james potter’s third. sirius black — former world champion — is the estranged brother of the newbie regulus black, and the mentor and best friend of james potter, who was second place two years ago, but couldnt compete last year due to an unrelated injury, though healed up now. james, of course, is head over heels for regulus. regulus, of course, pretends hes not pining madly for the boy who stole his brother. sirius, of course, pretends hes not offended or hurt that regulus wont even try to fix their relationship. he also just happens to be stealing glances at remus lupin, who came fourth last year and seemed rather close to regulus. theyre all hopeless, and determined to win.

thanks for your ask! <33

[sockablock]

Widomauk Week 2k19 | Day 3: Formal Event

The theater was in the midst of uproarious pre-show chatter as Caleb and Nott arrived that evening, dressed to the nines—or at least, disguised to look it. Though Caleb had reluctantly donned a proper suit, Nott had opted instead for illusion and was currently glamoured up as a young halfling. 

After all, they could take no risks tonight. It was much too important for the sake of their friend Jester.

“It was real nice of her to invite us,” grinned Nott as they headed down the aisles, periodically checking the numbers of every row. “And she got us such amazing seats!”

“She is a very kind person,” Caleb nodded, and pushed past some less well-connected opera-goers. “I do hope for her paycheck’s sake that she got these for free, though. You would think, perhaps, that the closer the better, but actually the center of the orchestra is best. Gotts, I have not been to the opera in years.”

“What’s it like?” Nott glanced up. They slipped around a few more patrons. “We didn’t have fancy stuff like this back in Felderwin.”

“Hmm...I suppose it depends on your tastes. If you are a lover of music, then opera is a truly magical experience.”

“Well,” said Nott, shooting him another smile, “I know for sure that I do like magic.”

Caleb gave her a fond chuckle, then slowly came to a stop. “Ah,” he said, gesturing into a row, “I believe that this is us. After you, Fraulein the Brave?” 

Nott let out a laugh, then scurried to their spots, counting the cushioned chairs as she went. She was glared at by an older pair of elves, who themselves had been forced to sit along the aisle. 

Caleb slipped in after her and comfortably settled down. A young gnome couple sitting to their right began to make polite small talk with Nott, giving him a chance to survey the others in the hall.

Wealthy, he thought, important figures, the lot of them. Many had probably never worked a day in their lives. Their glittering, precious jewelry, elegantly-cut cloaks, their shiny gold opera glasses clutched between claw-like nails, all definitely meant that they belonged to the higher classes.

Which, more accurately, translated to: bastards.

Caleb sank down slightly in his chair. He eyed the thick, still-closed, draping curtains.

Of course, he was proud of Jester, tonight. Unbelievably so, undoubtedly so. She was the most amazing singer in the world, mind-blowingly talented and unswervingly dedicated. Singing was her passion—well, one of them, she was very passionate—but performing, performing on such a scale, was her dream. And to be the first tiefling prima donna of all time, at such a young age, in such an elitist and unaccepting industry—well. It was bad enough that the male lead was a half-orc. The poor man had already endured two years of criticism, and had mostly been begrudgingly accepted by the community. But now, tonight, for two mixed-bloods to be onstage at once?

Caleb couldn’t help but worry for his friend. The gnomes talking to Nott certainly seemed nice, but you could never quite be sure with the rich and famous. 

He briefly wondered how many people he could Charm at once.

This train of thought was interrupted, however, by a commotion near the back of the hall. Some people were shouting, and a handful of performance programs achieved flight.

Everyone in their section turned around. A number of posh audience members began to whisper.

“What do you suppose it is?” Nott murmured, leaning in to glance at Caleb. “Someone famous, do you think?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Maybe...infamous. Listen to the noise, what could that b—”

And then an explosion tore through the crowd, whirling past the last of the standing patrons and whipping down the aisle trailing gold dust and satin. It was a blur of color, a rush of wild force, and it was dressed in a sheer black gown and high heels and carried two—two—glasses of red wine.

It was, to Caleb’s surprise and horror, a person. Surprise, because this was amazingly another tielfing; horror, because he was headed right for Caleb.

He plowed through the aisle and came to a stop barely just inches away from Caleb’s face. 

His breath smelled like cranberries. And cola. A hint of lemon.

And a sort of low, burning heat. His eyes were crimson, shone dangerously in the dim light.

There was a moment, and they just stared at one another.

And then the edge of the tiefling’s shawl dipped. He leaned in even closer, their noses almost brushed.

“Well, well, well,” he murmured. “What brings you here, dear?”

Caleb managed to open his mouth. Then he closed it again. He tried to lean back and half-spilled from his chair, and was very, very cognizant of the rage Nott was emitting.

It was like a fountain of unbridled fury. It was enough to help Caleb screw his head back on.

“I, ah...here for Jester,” he mumbled, trying and failing to properly make eye contact. How the hell were you supposed to look at someone without pupils?

“Jester?” the tielfling murmured. “You mean...Jester Lavore?”

“That would be the one,” Nott piped up. Her voice had a very hard edge to it. “Also, hey, who are you?” she demanded. “And what are you doing here?”

The tielfing snorted, and then finally leaned back. Caleb took a grateful breath of air.

“Well, it’s funny you should ask,” he said. He crossed his arms, which was impressive considering how he was dual-wielding 40-proof.

“I’m actually here for Fjord. The male lead? I’m his roommate, and his best friend. Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service.”

He actually bowed. 

“Call me Molly.”

Nott gave Molly a very suspicious once-over. After a few quiet seconds, during which the entire rest of the orchestra stared at them with expressions ranging from indignant to bored, he adjusted his shawl and sat down in the seat right next to Caleb.

Their shoulders very briefly brushed. It was hard not to, in a theater optimized for capacity.

“I’m actually quite excited,” Molly said, with a frankly bewildering level of normalcy. “Fjord’s been practicing for almost a year, now, and he never stops gushing about how lovely his co-star is. Or, co-lead, or whatever they call it in this hellish industry.”

He took a sip from his left wine.

“Jester seems like a wonderful girl. You said you’re here for her, yes? Come to gawk at the upstart young singer? Or are you one of those...horn enthusiasts?”

This line of questioning was enough to startle Caleb completely out of his daze. His eyebrows did a sort of Macarena up to his hairline.

“What?”

“No?” Molly raised his right glass. “You are here for another reason, then?”

“You—I—yes! Yes!” Caleb rubbed his face in disbelief. “I...scheisse, Jester is my friend. A very good friend, of mine and of Nott’s. We are here to cheer her on.”

“Yeah,” said Nott, leaning out from behind Caleb. “Gods, lighten up, you weirdo.”

Molly fell silent. Then he burst out laughing. His shawl waved up and down with his shoulders, and the charms on his horns jingled with the din.

“Oh, gods, oh, I’m so sorry, dear!” He wiped at the tears in his eyes with his forearm. “I suppose I was just suspecting the worst, eh? Fjord warned me that there would be some—” he lowered his voice to a not-very-subtle whisper, “—unsavory and unwelcoming types in the rich people seats. I am very fortunate to have found you, instead.”

Caleb met that scarlet gaze. He felt the corners of his mouth form a smile.

“Ja,” he agreed, without at first realizing. “Ja, indeed. Very fortunate.”

Molly handed him a glass of wine. It was the cranberry one. There was a faint smudge of lipstick staining the outer rim.        

“Cheers,” he smiled, “to welcome company. Cheers to your halfling friend, too, Nott, did you say your name was?”

“Yeah,” said Nott, gracing him with the faintest nod. “And I do still think you’re weird. But I guess you get a pass. For now.”

Molly raised his glass. “That’s all I need, dear.”

He clinked his cup against Caleb’s new one and chugged it down without hesitation. All around them, the audience had returned to their idle conversation, and the lights in the theater were slowly beginning to dim.

“Oh, right, before I forget,” Molly said, after his drink had been half-drained. “What’s your name, dear? So that I know who I have the honor of sitting with.”

Caleb felt a laugh escape his chest. His smile grew just a bit wider.

Ah. It is the wine, he told himself, even though he hadn’t even taken a sip yet. That is what has gotten you so giddy.

He leaned in towards Molly until their shoulders brushed together in the new darkness.

“Caleb Widogast,” he said. “Caleb, if you like.”

The chatter of the audience had faded to a whisper. The conductor of the orchestra raised his baton.

Molly brought his lips to a grin by Caleb’s ear.

“Well then,” he murmured, “in that case, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Caleb.”

His response was a hum as the flutes began to sing:

“Nein, Mister Mollymauk. The pleasure is all mine.”

— — — — —

💜 Thank you so so much for reading! I’m currently trying to afford Microsoft Word, and my Ko-fi link is in my bio, if you’re feeling generous 💜

[angelguk]

oc is back on her bullshit!!! miss out and about im gonna forget about you!! im so sorry for this part actually. descriptions of oc sleeping with someone who is not jaykay (warning!! infidelity but not really). suppressed feelings on jks side. chayoung is still Suspicious. everyone is now mildly shitty actually. roughly 2k. listen to not gonna cry by emma steikbakken and stranger by tove lo.

titled — fuel to the fire

It's been three days since you last spoke to Jeongguk (and four weeks since your break-up). Not about your relationship or the horrendous state your sudden break-up left you in, or about the fact that Jeongguk had moved on before your heart had even registered the cracks he'd left in his wake. No, not that – none of the actual life changing important stuff, only him briefly mentioning that you needed to hand in your event proposal for the student committee before the deadline approached. It was unbelievably strange to watch the person you'd basically surgically attached to your being behave like a complete stranger. It didn't help that he didn't seemed unfazed approaching you, while you on the other hand actively avoided him and all the usual corners of campus where he liked to lurk (which sucked because those corners were some of your favourites places too). But there he was, ambling to you with an ease that made your gut violently twist, acrid bile slithering up your throat.

He'd spoken so freely, the sound of your name on his tongue a brand on your skin. You'd frozen, heart a wild animal locked in your chest, before you could summon the mettle to look him in the face.

The first thing you noted was that his hair was no longer long. Dark locks cropped short around his ears now and casually gelled back, idle strands playfully framing his face. His features are what you settled on next, eager eyes remapping the sharp slope of his nose, easily identifying the sneaky dimple on his cheek begging to burst free and then shifting down to the dark mark right below his soft pink lips.

Your first instinct was to pull him into your arms but they were frozen, glued to the table beneath you before that blinding rage rose it's head, sparking through your veins the longer you looked at him.

He didn't even seem to realise it, rattling off the list of things you needed to email him for the spring scavenger hunt or else the event could be cancelled (which sucked because that was an idea you had created with Jeongguk and now you were stuck carrying the bulk of the event alone).

Your replies had been curt, blunt as they left your lips before you'd pointedly turned away. Maybe if you had looked a little longer you would detected the lingering gaze he granted your features, how he shuffled on his feet, unsure and hesitant, words on his tongue longing to be released. Eventually he had swallowed him down, mumbled a quick goodbye and wandered off, the hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans aching to hold yours again.

You, however, didn't miss the muffled giggles of girls he passed on his way out, a sick icky feeling clogging your throat. You didn't mind the fan girls when you were dating because you knew Jeongguk was yours and yours alone. But now? When he'd moved on not even a weak after your break-up you didn't know how to feel. Jealous, maybe. Furious, absolutely. For a second, you considered throwing your mini stapler at their huddled heads, weighing the odds of possibly going to jail for assault. But there was no reason to truly justify that reaction, not when Jeongguk was single and apparently available for everyone. But did that feeling still brew inside of you? Turning into something black and vile and vengeful? Perhaps.

And maybe that's why you're here now, the body of some boy pressing against yours, your bare back prickling as the night wind grazes against it. The dress you'd plucked from your closet was criminal, clinging to the dips and rounds of your body perfectly, a silky emerald backless piece that shimmered beneath the soft lights of the porch you'd abruptly accoupled. His name might be Lucas – you may have been able to accurately remember that three drinks ago but you're beyond that now. And it didn’t really matter when all you wanted was for him to fuck you. He's also big and huge, massive shoulders caving you in, and his hands is snaking it's way up your thighs, ginger kisses peppered along the span of your neck.

Which is not what you wanted. Not in a one-night stand at least. You don't want soft and gentle, you want something wild – feral even. Something harsh enough to wipe the memory of Jeongguk's hands on your skin, something bright and fierce and new. Something to make you feel alive again.

Lucas gets the hint soon enough, spurred on by the bold movement of your hand guiding his closer, right between your thighs were you wanted him. Deft harsh fingers on your clit followed, pressing against the damp fabric with no remorse. You couldn't help the whimper that floats from your lips, the tension stringing through your limbs finally alleviated.

"Cute," he murmurs, seemly pleased judging from the broad smile that tugs at his lips. You make a noise of agreement in return, drawing in him for a kiss as the pad of this thumb toys with you. There's the sillage of whiskey on his tongue, something that nearly makes you freeze because you're used to tasting that on Jeongguk. But you beat down that apprehension, a muffled moan breaking past your lips when Luca's tongue mets yours.

"My place?" He suggests, lips glimmering from your lip gloss. You smile, a familiar giddiness bubbling in your chest when he shifts a little, hard bulge bumping into the base of your stomach. You give in a little bit more easily than you normally would have, clinging onto his hand as he guides you out of the party towards the neighboring building. Chayoung and Sieun are going to kill you later for this but you simply can't force yourself to care. 

"You're in that frat?" You finally murmur out when he keys himself into the building. Lucas hums, glowing under the moonlight when he smiles at you.

"Mhm, Sigma Chi for life, babe."

Babe. A complete one-eighty from the bunny you'd grown accustomed to.

It hits a little harder when he gets you into his room, the mess unlike anything you'd ever seen at Jeongguk's (he's very anal but his room and how clean it should be, specific down even to the various scents he kept around to ensure the air he breathed was perfect). Lucas was the average frat boy, messy but neat enough that you find yourself naked on his bed a couple moments later, his tongue deep inside of you. Your brain couldn't help but recall the last time a head had settled between your thighs, Jeongguk eager to lick out the pool of cum he'd left there. But this wasn't him and as of five seconds ago you decided you’re no longer allowed to think about him.

Lucas makes it easy, tongue skilled and swift around your clit, a fervour in his movements that leaves you dripping down his chin. Jeongguk evaporates from your mind entirely when Lucas descends on you, his mouth glistening and his tongue tasting of you. His kisses are hungry now, forceful, just what you need. Your palms stray down his wide back, a strange tingle erupting in your gut when your nails dig and he groans right down your throat.

"You're so big," the comment is a mumbled slur, lost in Lucas's mouth. For a second, you think he misunderstands, his hard cock twitching against your thigh. You're actually talking about his shoulders; they're broad, muscles rippling every time he shifts to press you harder into the mattress. You like the weight of him on you, it makes forgetting easier.

But Lucas knows what you're saying, discerning your wandering fingers and clouded eyes well.

"I know," he returns with lopsided smile. "Perks of swimming."

Oh, of course he was an athlete. Maybe you had a type after all.

Before Jeongguk has a moment to resurface Lucas has you in his arms, easily twisting you around so that your face is buried in his sheets. It short-circuits you, brain sparking with how large and huge and strong he feels. The following sudden press of his lips against your ass doesn’t help, your heart thumping loud in your head as your shuffle onto your elbows.

"Good?" Lucas asks, rising to fetch a condom from his drawer.

"Mhm," you return, thighs trembling when he returns. He easily lines himself up with you, the head of his cock pressed into you coaxing a low groan from your throat. The first thrust hurts, probably because you're body isn't as on board with this as you thought. But that changes quick when Lucas's hand slides underneath you, swiftly settling on your clit until you're leaking around his length, skin tight with tension and sweat beading along the length of your back. The stretch feels strange – he's larger than Jeongguk, wider. At first it's too uncomfortable to feel good. Your senses narrow on the sound of your meeting instead, loud and lewd, your pussy squelching with every drag of his cock inside of you. The ripple of your ass helps you relax too, a pleasant almost dizzy feel spreading through your body when Lucas draws you closer, shoving himself deep inside, the whine floating from his lips painting your skin warm. He fucks you hard enough to leave marks, large fingers digger into your hips with every resounding collide of your bodies. You shiver when he finishes, a grimness appearing on your skin. It's vanished by Lucas tugging you close, his mouth light on your lip as he kisses you, cock slowly slipping out.

It feels better the second round. He's perceptive, quickly learning how you like your clit touched, or that you like when his teeth sink into your skin rather hard. You actually cum this time, spread open over his massive strong thighs, his length splitting you open, the stretched welcomed.

You forgot about Jeongguk and your sore heart for a total of two wonderous hours, before your phone starts blaring from your discarded mini-bag on the floor. Lucas is the one that gets it for you.

"Hi?"

"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Chayoung's tone is aggrieved, wavering through the sound of some song blasting in the background.

"Oh. I left." You hope she gets it, doesn't press any further. But what was Chayoung if not a button pusher?

"WHERE? YOU WENT HOME? WHEN?"

"No, I'm not home. And awhile ago." Lucas is pointedly not listening, pattering through the adjacent bathroom of his room. The pressure ebbs when he turns the tap on loud.

"WHAT?"

"I said I'm not home! And please stop yelling!"

There's a loaded pause. You can feel Chayoung thinking through the line. "Okay... Who are you with?"

"Fine, yes I'll meet you there," you say instead, completely ignoring her question. Lucas is out of the bathroom now, massive and still naked as his knee sinks into the mattress. He crawls to you as you scramble to get out, phone wedged between your shoulder and ear. "Yeah, yeah I know I'm sorry. I'll come get you."

"What the hell are you talking about Y/N? Who are you with?" Chayoung's words are bitter now, stinging as they hit your ear.

"Gimme five seconds, I'll be right there," you return, swiftly cutting the call. Chayoung is going to kill you the second you see her but you'd rather attempt to live through that than Lucas overhearing you gossip about him on the phone with your friend. The man in question is watching you with a chary gaze as you hurriedly tug your dress over your head. "Sorry," you supply, pulling the hem down hard over your butt. "My friend needs me."

He nods slow, strawberry blond locks swaying. He's actually very hot, an observation that has you stilling for a second.

"Cool. See you around, yeah?" His eyes are round and big, bright even – almost like Jeongguk's. That breaks the spell.

"Yeah, see you around." And then you take the chance to flee, bag swung over your shoulder. Except Lucas halts you with a low cough, raising his hand, something bunched up in it.

"You forget this, though." It's your underwear, red and lacy. Your cheeks match the colour of fabric, flushed hot as you pluck it out of his wide palm. Lucas watches you slip them on with a smug smile, one that you should hate but there's a humour in it that blooms through you. He lets you part with a fond squeeze of ass when he gets up to open the door, still grinning.

"See you, Y/N," he says, leaning against the doorframe. He's very tall too, how did you miss that?

"Yeah," you squeak back, eyes shifting from his face with speed. "See you."

He's not Jeongguk, and that's good. He also makes it easy for you to forget about Jeongguk, another plus. And you can't help but wonder as you scurry back to the party, that it might be nice to see him again.

—

That sentiment gets jumbled when Chayoung avidly spills to you later that she'd stumbled into Jeongguk with his hands tangled with another girls, leading her right out of the party as Lucas had lead you. It stings, of course it does, but not as much as the first one. Not when Lucas is in your DMs, his messages sweet albeit corny, and you can still recall the taste of you on his tongue. 

But despite everything, even with Jeongguk a new stranger and Lucas's body warming yours, you haven’t truly let go. You can feel it in how you cling to the clothes Jeongguk had left in your closet. He hadn't requested to come pick them up yet, a fact that keeps a wedge in the door you're not sure you can close alone. Your heart still spikes when you see him on campus, and there's a home game coming around the corner that you're longing to go to. Because you still want to see him. Still want to be by his side Sometimes it felt nice to want to forget but you couldn't – not yet at least, not until you know whether he wants to forget about you too.

[sleepychai-fics]

Overhaul x Male!Reader N*FW- Dirty Thoughts for a Clean Man

Request: @weird-fandom-loser ; Ayy man. back again. could you maybe do an nsfw one shot (or headcanons) for a bottom overhaul with male s/o? 👉👈😗

Late again with posting but wheres the surprise in that? I would love to get back into the swing of nsfw one shots. Thank you for giving me this request! Im not exactly confident with how it turned out so feedback is GREATLY appreciated

Pronouns: Male

Words: 1975

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Kai’s golden eyes glaze over the sight of you as steam rolls out of the bathroom and lingers around you.

A hand ruffles through your still damp hair, a few strands falling over your face. Your other hand holds the towel that hands around your waist, keeping the lower half of your body hidden whilst the top half is shown off bare.

Kai can’t help but stare at you. The way the muscles move beneath the skin of your arm as you mess with your hair, the gradient shadows that decorate your skin, the way the droplets of water run down your body, sinking past the towel that hangs at your hips.

The towel is a tease, Kai thinks. It hides the most valuable part of you.

He knows that valuable piece of you like the back of his hand. Well, more accurately the palm of his hand. He knows the texture of it, knows how it tastes, how it feels when it’s buried deep inside him.

He feels completely drunk from the sight of you, not that he would ever admit that aloud to someone.

He wants to feel you all over him. Wants your freshly cleansed hands roaming across his chest, teasing his nipples before sinking below his waist to take hold of him. Want to feel the pleasure that ignites within him as you pump him.

“You know,” Golden eyes snap up to meet your own pair of sparkly (e/c). “For a clean man such as yourself, you are quick to think dirty.”

For a second, Kai stands there confused. It isn’t until he feels the tightness building underneath his pants does he understand your comment.

Feigning annoyance, Kai scoffs. “I have no idea what nonsense you’re going on about.” With that, he turns away and takes the few strides to the bed.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, Kai begins to unlatch his mask, setting it gently on the bedside table. Just as he slides his jacket off his shoulders, you step in front of him.

He gasps as your arms come to cage him against the bed, your face mere inches from him. Instinctively, Kai leans back, afraid to be too close to you.

“Come on Kai, you and I both know you’re aching for me to ram you into this mattress.” Your voice is low and vibrates the back of your throat.

What you said was in fact true but there was no way Kai would admit it out loud. It was then that he made the mistake of looking further down your hovering body, only to discover that the towel around your waist had disappeared, revealing your hardening cock. He has to bite his lip to stop the moan that wants to escape past his lips.

He leans away from your as you lean in for a kiss. “Y-You’re filthy.” Oh how badly he wants to slap the stutter out of him.

You merely chuckle at his excuse, lips nibbling at his ear. “I just had a shower, there’s no need to worry about that.”

He can’t deny that, he can smell the custom made shampoo from you.

“You’re going to get me filthy.” For some reason, his own words turn him on more, causing even more strain against his pants.

Hooded eyes glaze with lust as you smirk at him. “Then I guess I’ll have to clean you up afterwards.”

And just like that, the ruthless, violent, and merciless leader of the feared Shie Hassaikai falls into submission.

With a growl of defeat, Kai leans up to complete the kiss. You smile into the kiss as you slowly push him to lay on the bed. He gasps as his back hits the bed. However, the need to be clean is easily overwhelmed by the need for you to be in him.

He welcomes your tongue inside his mouth, letting you explore all the crevices behind his teeth. The kiss only lasts a few more seconds before you pull back.

In utter frustration, Kai snarls. “What are you doing?”

You laugh at his annoyance. “Stripping you down of course.” Fingers glide down his dress shirt, buttons coming undone as they make their way down. Your lips ghost by his ear. “I’m sure you’d like to be fucked butt naked.”

Eagerness washes over Kai, pushing him to sit up, shoving the shirt off. He then hurries to undo his zip but your hands stop him from pulling them down making him choke out a groan.

“Little impatient are we?” You chuckle as you help him remove his pants, freeing his hard cock from it’s tight confines.

Kai throws his head back, mouth wide open in a silent moan as you begin to palm him through his boxers. He lifts a hand up to his chest and begins to pinch and roll his nipple between his fingers.

You groan as you watch him intently. “That’s it handsome, touch yourself for me.”

“You’re taking too long to-” Kai begins to retaliate but a squeeze to his cock stops him and rips a loud moan from him.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite understand you.” You sneer as you lean down to engulf Kai’s other nipple in his mouth.

You press the flat of your tongue against his nipple, teeth barely touching skin. All while you drag his pants and boxers down with one hand and pump his cock with the other.

Kai is in bliss. It’s overwhelming but he loves it.

After a few minutes, you lift off of him, standing above him, eyes hazy over the sight of Kai breathless and sweaty.

It only takes a few seconds for him to be annoyed at the loss of contact. “Why did you stop?”

You shrug. “Just admiring the view.” You smirk at the faint blush that paints his cheeks. Turning to the bedside table, you open the drawer. “Besides, I think it’s time we get you prepped.” You pull out the bottle of lube, lifting it up for him to see.

Kai grunts at the spark of pleasure that shoots through to his dick. “I don’t need to be prepped. I can take you raw.”

Clicking your tongue, you shake your head. “No you can’t.” You open the cap and coat a generous amount onto your fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you nice and good. Stretch you out for my cock.”

Kai fucking whines. He doesn’t mean to but it’s out before he can stop it.

You chuckle, leaning over him with your lubed up fingers tracing the rim of his asshole. “I’ll take that as a ‘Please do it’.”

As you press in one finger, Kai moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Look at that. Your ass is sucking up my finger. You’re so needy aren’t you?” You say as you pump your finger in and out, curling it to scrape against his walls.

“Then why don’t you add another finger if I’m that needy.” Kai grunts.

“So bossy. You’re lucky I want to bury my dick inside you so much.” You reply, slipping in a second finger.

You continue your treatment, setting a comfortable rhythm. Soon enough you begin to scissor him, stretching out his hole. Kai bucks into your fingers, desperate for more of you.

By the time you add the third finger, he is painfully hard, beads of pre-cum dripping down his vein-popped cock.

“Look at you. Such a mess.” You say as you peer over his spread out body. He wriggles underneath your stare. “I think you’re ready for me now.” You pull your fingers out, leaving his ass clenching around nothing.

Kai wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down to his level, and presses an open mouthed kiss to your lips. He licks along your lips, diving between them as you open with a smirk.

Kai pulls away after a few lingering seconds. “Just fuck me already.”

“What if I want to stop? Leave you here without fucking you. Leave you squirming in the bitter cold.”

His eyes widen with fear. “Please don’t.”

You burst into laughter at his expression and quick reply. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.”

Without another breath wasted, you line yourself up with him and thrust into him, burying yourself to the hilt in his ass.

Kai chokes out a loud moan, back arching into you as he clenches around your cock. You dive down to kiss his exposed neck, hips taking off with a steady pace.

Hands come to grip on your biceps, nails digging into your muscles. Kai clenches his jaw, moans coming out as seething breaths.

“You love it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” You whisper to him, increasing his pace.

Kai can’t think of anything to say back. He can’t think to begin with. The only sounds that come from him are the breathless groans and the occasional open mouthed moans as you hit the sweet spot inside him.

“Look at how dirty you are.”

Kai can feel how dirty he is. He feels sticky with his precum drooling to his stomach. His cock is wet and sticky and he can feel bits of it drying up. Despite all these gross sensations, he loves the feeling of you. The way you continuously pound into him with such ruthless force it feels likes he’s being torn apart. The sensations clash against each other and makes him feel conflicted.

“Why don’t you take a firm hold of your cock baby? Pump it for me.”

For a hot minute, Kai forgot about his cock. He was so busy with the feeling of you that he forgot himself. He barely hesitated to reach down between the two of you and grab his cock tightly. He grimaced at the sticky feeling of his cum before he fought through it and began stroking his cock in time with your thrusts.

“That’s it Kai. Just like that.” You praise him whilst increasing your already ferocious pace.

Kai groans at the building pleasure, his hand increasing its grip on his dick, sending more electrifying pleasure to his brain. Desperate to go over the edge, he begins to move his in time with your thrusts.

An animalistic growl leaves you as you lean down, teeth latching onto his clavicle.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and breathless moans as you continue to piston your hips into Kai, driving the both of you closer to orgasm.

Kai is the first to cum, hips lifting off the bed, the grip on his cock loosening as thick ropes of cums shoots out, splattering all over your stomach and dribbling onto his own. His muscles twitch in the aftermath, body relaxing as you desperately chase your own end.

You groan into his neck as your hips still, filling him up with your cum. Your hips spasm for seconds after your release before you slowly slip yourself out of him, falling to lay beside Kai.

For a minute, neither of you move, besides your chests as they rise and fall with each breath.

Kai turns to you, hair slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead. He grimaces. “You’re filthy.” He eyes the drying cum on your stomach.

A stream of laughter bubbles out of you. “This is your cum.”

Kai snarls in response. With a deep breath, he sits up. “We need to clean up.”

“Are you sure you can stand?”

Kai glares at you with a vicious glare. He ignores you and stands up from the bed. Regret immediately washes over him as his knees shake beneath him.

You leap up beside him, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Fucked ya’ real good didn’t I?”

Kai groans but leans against you.

“Come on big boy, I’ll help wash you up.”

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feedback?

[kindest-way-to-say]

okay so. i’m just gonna rant. about some pain i’ve been experiencing for a while. like, we’re getting into it

if anyone would like to put in their two cents, feel free. im kinda just yelling about my problems into a void, but im definitely not gonna stop people who might know what this is from giving me advice.

idk. my brains shutting down a bit.

TDLR: my left arm has been in constant pain for three days. it’s probably nerves or something. i’m very addled rn. i hate the world i want to sleep for a millennia. i also have had similar, smaller pain issues over a course of 4 months. i hate it here. i would very much like this to not be a thing, please.

so this story starts the mid may. my last month of school. i’m suffering through just to end this bullshit. but i notice that p much every time i have to do some slightly more than normal walking, some random body part of mine will just be in this sort of dull pain.

and i just kinda go. huh. okay. ow. and brush it off. this continues. it’s pretty minor, (like barely a 1/10 on a scale) but enough for me to be mildly annoyed by it on occasion.

go to two weeks before my school lets out for summer.

i get appendicitis and have surgery for it. i’m fine. that situation went better than expected, i was just not the most comfortable.

appendicitis pain traditionally presents in the lower right quadrant of the abdomen. right next to a shit ton of nerves. and the pain i’m going through starts to affect my leg. can’t really walk without alarms going on.

it gets better. i’m not like. comfortable, but i’m just taking ibuprofen a few times a day and managing decently. 3.5/10 pain level average.

but then, as i start going out and living life as a teenager in the summer (hanging out with one person semi-regularly, and doing weird family lunches), i start to notice that most times i leave the house, i’ll come back home with some pretty decent pain in assorted parts of my body.

like my back will hurt, which i just blame on my shit posture. but then it’ll be a weird muscle connected to my ankle or some shit when i am very well known for hating any and all sports except for hockey. which i don’t play.

so i’m not doing things to pull muscles, but i’m feeling twinges of pain kind of a lot. which sucks.

but i brush it off, now consciously keeping an eye on it and taking ibuprofen when needed.

pain levels steadily rise over time, but it’s still at about a 4/10 for the most part. there’s the occasional spike to a 6, but that’s not frequent.

keep going on to mid-july. every time i leave the house, i’m feeling dull ache/twinges in multiple places and my knees feel really fucking off a lot of the time. almost like if your knees were crooked or something?? idk.

but it’s still 5.5 on the worst day. so i just kinda hesitantly mention this to my mom. who’s used to me complaining anyway, but i make it clear that it’s been going on for a while, and it feels like somethings wrong.

and she says “oh yeah we can think about seeing a doctor.”

and i just. okay! cool. fun. rad. sick. vague pain. that’s my favorite activity. i love everything about this.

but i just grit my teeth and bear it. still doing the ibuprofen thing when my ignore it and distract yourself strategy doesn’t work.

now, end of july. trucking along. i’m at least in mind discomfort pretty much all the time. sucks. hate it. i’m concerned.

go to the 31. i pull a crazy all-nighter because i have chemical imbalances in my brain and shit just happens. i stay up for like 44 hours. wild. i sit at my desk for a while, drawing and i notice “wow my left shoulder doesn’t feel that great. huh. i have been sitting here for a while.”

so i go do something else but it doesn’t feel fantastic. almost like a buzzing in parts of my back and my upper arm. on my left arm. i am right handed. don’t know what that’s about.

go to sleep sunday night, i wake up to it just being worse. (also i have some weird circulation problems because of genetics. just random shit. no pain whatsoever. just funky.)

like wtf that’s a 4 right as i’m waking up. what the actual fuck. don’t like that.

but i was raised catholic so none of us talk to each other. so i just joke about my body organizing a shitty coup d’état to a friend and chalk it up to a fucked up muscle. but it’s like kind of moving?? a bit?? weird as fuck. don’t like it. still dull pain, but certainly something that pops up into my conscious mind like 10 times a day.

i didn’t do anything would result in a pulled muscle (trust me. my school is really intense about theatre and show choir. hard core choreography in everything that i practice 3 times a week during school+whatever play/musical) so i’m really just making excuses to soothe my brain and i know it. full denial.

i took ibuprofen the first and second day. can still tell it’s happening, but it sucks less.

yesterday i play a shit ton of guitar, and i can feel my upper arm cramping up and shit (which. oW. 5.7/10. WHAT THE HELL.) even though there is no strain on my left arm except for pressing my fingertips into some strings. no shoulder shit going on.

so i try to stretch out. no help.

and then the adhd medication instead of sleeping medication debacle happens and i don’t go to bed even though i actively tried to multiple times. i write a poem instead.

hurts mildly the whole time. it starts kind of limiting the functions of my arm. which. what the actual fuck. stiff, a bit seized up in especially bad pain moments.

i get focused on writing a poem and shit i only 20 minutes to get ready to leave for my appointment.

i forgot to take any ibuprofen, and it was already reaching 5.85 levels from sitting in my room.

in the car and in the orthodontist office, my left arm is completely fucking useless to me. half of my brain at all times is focused on like “oW OW OW OW OW” because it’s reached a point where i can’t really ignore it. it’s just there now. moving it isn’t great, it sitting in place isn’t fun either.

i’m at 6.5 levels. from the round trip of like 20-ish minutes, it’s raised that much. a lot of internal dialogue about it.

on the way to the orthodontist, i’m talking to my mom about it. she, sounding kind of annoyed, asks “what, do you want to see a doctor?”. i say “honestly? yes. it’s been 3 days nonstop. steady rise. there’s something genuinely wrong. i’m concerned about it.”

it feels like someone is poking around inside my arm with electricity or some shit. whole arm. shifting localizations and slight fluctuation in pain level. rapid escalation even just today.

i explain what it feels like in less wordy terms. and she says “that’s sounds like it could be nerve-related.”

it’s been three days. i’m exhausted. this has already taken a pretty significant mental toll, let alone discomfort level.

i have a high pain tolerance. i only started actively complaining about appendicitis pain the night before it exploded. that shit festers longer than overnight. i had been i pain for half the week before i said shit. and i just kinda sucked it up until i felt like i couldn’t walk without needing hella support.

but it’s really fucking getting to me. shit ton of weird tension, buzzing. just. constant painful buzz moving around.

i express this. “it’s a non-stop pain bad enough to be something i am fully aware of at any given second. if i stare off, im probably thinking about my arm.” and she kinda dismisses it.

it’s been like an hour, and i’ve gone up to 6.8 levels multiple times. based on patterns, it’s not just gonna stop any time soon, and i’m really good at working around weird problems like this.

like i said. pain every time i go out.

i’m good at hiding when i’m not 100%, but this is beyond me. it’s like someone’s just stabbing me with tacs over and over again. on my entire left arm and on the rare occasion, part of my leg.

i’m so genuinely uncomfortable, and i would this to not be a thing anymore.

[undercoverwizardninjaturtle]

Middle Sibling For Life: A ROTTMNT fanfic

Summary: Nightmares aren’t easy to deal with no matter how old you are.  Word Count: 1320 Rating: G Pairing: NONE  Genre: Hurt/ comfort family

Night was always a battle

Well, Donnie was sure it was hard for each of his brothers. After all, any textbook can tell you boys under the age of eleven have a ton of energy and don’t’ like to sit still for too long. So in the large room he and his brothers shared, he  was used to hearing his brothers toss and turn. Every once in a while, giggling as they shared secrets long into the night when sleep eluded them.

For Donnie though, every night he’d wiggle his toes in irritation. Anytime he’d try and empty his brain of his numerous thoughts, another one would take its place, a burning question his brain was determined to answer there and now.

There was a gasp to his right, bringing his mind back to reality. Which was fine anyway, he was sick of trying to figure out ‘exactly’ how long ago Star Wars should of happened, instead he sat up and pulled on his glasses.  Looking around their bedroom, Mikey was in the bed farthest from him but sleeping soundly, Raph was drowned in a bed full of teddy bears (one of which he was chewing on in his sleep) so that meant the noise came from the only other occupant in the room. The one whose bed was directly by his.

Donnie climbed out of bed hurried to Leo’s bedside, all with the stealth one wouldn’t except from a eight year old. Except this wasn’t’ the first time he had to get out of bed without waking his brothers. Like last time, Leo was sleeping on his stomach, his forehead burrowed in a frown (almost similar to the one Raph would make when he was trying to spell his brothers names). His gaped teeth grinding softly as he let out another gasp. Donnie knelt down, pulling Leo’s hand free from under his pillow, holding it to his cheek as he rubbed Leos’ shell,” Ssshhh.” He whispered to his immediate brother

Dark watery eyes shot open with one more gasp, before if he had woken alone he would of fallen out of bed and scared everyone. Frantic, unsure of where he was and what was going on till he’d calm down.

That was before though

Now, when he woke up, tears in his eyes and a racing heart he was looking directly into Donnie’s eyes. His calmness oozing out of him like a intoxicating fog. But a moment later his eyes refilled with tears, “I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Its ok Leo” Donnie held Leos’ hand to his cheek, more because he was tired of holding his head up. It was super late after all, “How are you feeling? I can get you water if you want.”

Leo shook his head, burying his face into his pillow, “I’m so stupid. I-I know they’re just bad dreams.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re not scary. Do you want me to stay over here with you?”

It wasn’t surprising when Leo nodded frantically, scooting over. Donnie reached over and pulled his pillow free of his bed before climbing up. Ouch! He almost forgot Leo didn’t sleep with socks and therefore his feet were always freezing. But Leo was already pulling his blanket over the two of them.Donnie shifted to get comfortable before holding his hand up again, “middle siblings forever?”

Leo looked him in the eyes. Donnie never knew what Leos’ nightmares were about, but before Donnie would notice them Leo would wake up the whole lair crying in fear until their father got to him and calmed him down. Ever since Donnie started helping him in his sleep, his nightmares didn’t recur as often. IT usually interrupted his sleep cycle, which he was not a fan of, but when Leo smiled back and took his hand with a , “Middle Siblings forever” he remembered everything Leo did for him.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“CHILLI SPAGHETTI AND CHEESE!!!’ Donnie shouted six years later, stomping on a flaming bowl of ice cream, he dove across the room and grabbed one of his fire extinguishers. But upon squeezing the lever realized it was empty. With another angry shout he went through about three more extinguishers before he found one. There was barely enough foam in it to over the bowl but it was enough. With a frustrated sigh, he tossed the extinguishers into his recycling bin he’d have to remember to get more of those before his next experiment.

And he’d have to give up on his ‘warm ice cream’ experiment.

Donnie sighed and clapped his hands together, “Sheldon, hazard waste disposal please.”

With its usual grown, his robotic drone launched from its spot, “As you wish, Donnie.” With more sarcasm then he thought a robot was capable of. With a stretch his tired body reminded him that he was up far later then he should have been. Figured, he had actually wanted to go to bed early tonight to make up for his lack of sleep he’d been having. He was tempted to go to bed right then and there his stomach reminded him of the leftover pizza waiting for him in the kitchen. “Pizza you win again.” He said while cursing himself. He walked out of his room with another stretch, more to feel the pleasure of stretching his muscles, as he walked past Leo’s room a small noise reached him. So settle he wasn’t sure he had heard it, but recognizable enough he had frozen in his steps.

While he respected his brothers privacy, he immediately ducked through Leo’s curtain. His brother was sound asleep, except his body was alive, twisting around in his sheets as he gasped wildly, his arm came up and banged on his nightstand,. “Leo!” He whispered loudly as he knelt down, “Leo its  ok its-“

A hand flew up, barely giving Donnie a second before he had to duck. He grabbed it and held it tightly in his, more so to keep it from becoming a weapon again, his free hand grabbing Leo by the shell and giving him a hard shake, “LEO.”

His brother with a loud gasp, flying up into a sitting position in a half muffled scream. Donnie had almost considered backing up except that  he realized Leos’ eyes were still closed. Without hesitation he sat up on Leo’s bed releasing his hand only to wrap his arms tightly around his brother.

Leo went rigid for a moment, enough for Donnie to consider he had made a mistake. He could feel Loe’s  panicked  breaths slow down, it almost seemed like his brother was still asleep until a soft, “Donnie?”” escaped him.

Donnie pulled way, looking his brother in his face. Leo was paler then he had ever seen him, even the red stripes on his face were paler. His brow drowned in sweat looking as though he had fought a million battles in a single night, “I’m here Leo its ok.”

“I-I.” It wasn’t unusual for Leo to be this disoriented after a nightmare. The red slider looked around the room for a moment before matching his gaze. Now the panic had subsided, and only shame remained, “I’m sorry I didn’t –“

“No, no apologizing. Not ever. Got it?”

His brother nodded, before closing his eyes. Donnie thought he was about to fall asleep again, before Leo slumped his forehead down onto his shoulder. A moment later his brother began to cry softly, squeezing his hand for all its worth as his whole body trembled.

It no longer mattered that Donnie was tired, or that he was still hungry. He wrapped his free arm around Leo’s shoulders and held him tightly, resting his cheek on his brothers scalp. He remembered all the times his brother had let him cry when the world overwhelmed him. And it was in moments like this he was able to return the favor.

He’d do anything for his favorite middle sibling

end

A/n

I have this other head cannon that Leo has panic disorder/ anxiety, yeah I can’t stop

Never thought I would say this but if you decided to comment or like, i’d appreciate it but don’t feel obligated  im taking baby steps here people

[thegeminisage]

hey liz i've been thinking a lot about story structure lately and i wanted your take on how you decide what structure your stories will have? i know there's that "you have to do what your story needs and tells you to do" thing but these bitches dont ever tell me anything they just multiply so. thoughts? - bma

(as an aside, i don't know whether involving medium would change many things but it may be worth considering. mainly i think medium is just a matter of arrangement and that the story would be for most intents and purposes the same no matter how you choose to tell it. i guess you could argue that structure is arrangement in itself and intrinsically tied to medium but i sort of feel like it is secondary arrangement, if at all? like if you consider time as an element to outline -- the time IN the story (how things happen to your characters) is not necessarily the time you’re telling the story IN (how you are telling your reader that things are happening) aka internal chronology doesnt equal your work’s pacing? or should it??? does this make sense? i dont think so. i am sorry.) - bma :|

NOOO dont be sorry ur making total sense

i think there’s 3 thots to unpack here (medium, structure, & chronology) & i’m gonna start with medium bc it’s easier. im also putting it behind a cut bc it’s gonna get just stupidly long and rambly. i’m sorry in advance if it’s not helpful to you, i have a lot to say for someone who has never taken even one single class on writing and as a result doesn’t know jack shit (there’s a tl;dr at the end dont worry)

about MEDIUM: 

so like ok i’m just some goof-off with a HS degree who writes fanfiction but In My Very Super Qualified Personal Opinion, i don’t think that most of the time medium is intrinsically tied to STRUCTURE of the main storytelling arc...i think the art of storytelling itself is distinct from the medium you choose to tell the story IN. this post puts it better than i ever could but basically for me, i feel like the story itself is sort of the raw, malleable concept, and the medium you choose to tell it in is how you convey the information??

like in a book, you can say “she forgot her keys” and in a film you have to show her smacking her forehead, heading back into the house, and swiping her keeps off the counter. you can’t TELL in film, you have to show. similarly i regret every day i cannot perfectly describe a facial expression with words when i see it so clearly in my head. for audio-only podcasts that are dialogue heavy out of necessity you have different limitations than you would for, say, animated music videos with no dialogue at all. games allow for more interactivity and exploration while sacrificing accessibility, tv shows allow for more length while sacrificing, uh, a big hollywood budget...medium affects the kind of story you can reasonably tell which is why some stories are better suited to one medium than another. i think trying things in other mediums is a good way to stretch your storytelling muscles but with enough skill nearly any story could be told in any medium. i think when trying to decide on a medium you just gotta weigh the pros & cons and what you feel comfortable with/what you think would be most effective/what would evoke the strongest reaction

re: structure:

firstly “do what the story tells u to do” is a little silly like...the story isn’t sentient. come on. that’s like “i can only write when the writing gods inspire me” there are no writing gods! inspire yourself! it’s all in our weird messed up brains! ok anyway.

this is, again, just how i do things, and i am 700% self-taught so take it with a grain of salt, but when i sit down and start blocking out a story from scratch i don’t...actually consider the big structure at all! sorry if that’s not helpful to you. i like to make a list of everything i want to happen, and then put it together in a few different orders to see what looks best. and when i’m finished, whatever i have just like...IS the structure i go with, with perhaps minor tinkering to make it flow more smoothly. (i think this might be in the same spirit as “do what the story tells you” with less bullshit and more Agency Of The Writer.)

for long and more complex projects, i actually usually have several lists - one list of stuff that is, for example, the Action Plot (the kingdom has been cursed, i’m tracking down my serial killer sister to bring her to justice, i’m running from djinn who wanna kill my dad, i’m trying to bring my dead not-boyfriend back to life). then i have another list for Character A & Character B’s romance or whatever. and maybe a even another one for solo character development (magicphobic prince learns to love magic, former werewolf hunter figures out his family is a cult, half-demon learns to embrace his own nature). and as many lists as we need for however many Main Characters and or Plots/Sideplots

how i order the lists: individually first. don’t mix them together to start with. when deciding the order of an individual list i like to, for example in a romance arc, use escalating intimacy. “A and B have dinner together” is naturally gonna go way sooner than “A and B kiss” or “A and B talk about A’s angsty backstory” because that’s more satisfying. draw it out, good/important stuff last, dangle that carrot so we have a reason to keep reading! for singular character development, it’s basically a straightforward point A to point B...if i want my guy to start hating magic with everything he is and end up being very comfortable with it, i have to put “reluctantly uses magic to save his own life” WAYYY before “casually using magic to light torches and reheat his cold stew.” 

the tricky part for me is when i’m done with these lists and then i need to mix them together To Pace My Whole Story. (this is usually why i wind up with a rainbow colored spreadsheet.) i don’t like to put too many things too close together because then the pace feels uneven. even if my Action Plot is only a thinly veiled excuse for romance and character development, i still don’t want to focus on a romance for 30,000 words and then go “and oh yeah in case you forgot Serial Killing Sister is still coming for your asses.” the more sideplots and major character arcs you’re juggling the harder it is to get an even distribution, which is my main concern always

and like, generally, whatever i have when i’m finished...is my structure. (sorry.) 

i don’t know much about the classic 3-act or anything like that, but i usually can divide them up into 3-5 big arcs based on story turning points. sometimes i take a scene out of one arc and put it in another because it fits better and i like for my shit to be organized, but usually by the time i’m finished with all that, that’s what the final story is mostly gonna look like. (there have been a few exceptions when i realized i needed extra scenes/changes while i was MID-DRAFT and let me tell you that murders me EVERY time. it happened on the merlin fic i’m currently posting and that was like my own personal hell.)

this is also where thots about chronology come in:

i think time CAN be an element of this if you WANT it to be, but it doesn’t HAVE to be. if you want it to be, i would consider it just another “list” like character development or the romance arc. 

i usually plot without considering Time very much...to me, it’s all down to the events you want to show, and however much time it takes is the byproduct. if you want to show something from a character’s chilhood but then tell the bulk of it when they’re adults, that’s one thing. if you want to show a scene from their childhood, teenhood, young adulthood, etc, that’s a different kind of pacing?? i usually do it this way so i can regard time like wordcount: it takes as long as it takes. 3 days or 3 years, a 1.5k drabble or a 100k epic...overall, my LARGEST CONCERN is that even distribution. in the same way that i don’t want one chapter to be 30,000 words when the rest are 10,000 words, i personally am not a fan of huge timeskips offscreen

(because this where i think someone’s own internal chronology DOES matter...this is just a personal preference, as a reader i have a hard time really comprehending, say, a year timeskip or a 10yr timeskip when all i did was turn one page. like, a year is such a long time. i can’t even begin to describe how different i am now to how i was a year ago. it’s the same for character development. time IS development and as a writer i’m not really comfortable having that take place offscreen - for main characters, at least. it’s just too jarring. a little prologue with something happening 10 or 20 years ago is usually fine, but for the most part, i’m not a fan. ...i can do one chapter per year a lot easier than i can do two chapters in childhood and the other 8 in adulthood. of course you can play with this a LOT with nonlinear storytelling, which is a whole other very cool thing, and someone skilled in their work can keep me sucked in no matter what, but imo if you don’t want to risk throwing your reader out of your work it’s better to keep things steady)

HOWEVER sometimes time IS an element u wanna consider outside of just making sure your shit is evenly distributed...if your heart is moved to tell a story in a specific timeframe, over a year, or from solstice to solstice (this was almost the timeline for my merlin fic and then i changed it), for the first six months of a friendship, or even a huge journey in the span of a single day (toby fox had a lot of success with this one lol).

i think it can help to choose a start and end point for your chronology the same way you do for character development (prince goes from hating magic to being ok with it, story takes place from ages 8 to 25, or from new year’s eve 2038 to 2039, whatever) - that way you can keep your distribution even, if that’s a thing you want to do...even if you have a lot of skips you can still note what happens offscreen to make it work better in your head? like, if you just make it another List, another column on your spreadsheet, when you’re in the early stages of organizing you can be conscious of it and make sure it’s playing into the story the way you want it to

anyway these r my thots im SOOOO SORRY this is so long lmao. brain machine broke today which is why i had to ramble more to explain myself. the tl;dr in case ur brain is melting out of ur ears & u didn’t sign up for an essay:

imo medium is totally distinct from storytelling tho ofc some stories are better suited to some mediums

structure? i don’t know her. i plot w/o regard to structure and then if it looks funny i mush it into a more structurally sound shape

my main concern when structuring anything, including time, is an even distribution of Events and a steady rate of escalation

structure to me is just what i have when i’m finished plotting. i’m sorry one day i’m gonna take a writing class

internal chronology matters to me personally because i have a little bit of time blindness but maybe not to everyone, i know many very successful stories where they disregarded that entirely to no ill effect

writer’s block isn’t real! everyone just needs more rainbow spreadsheets

thank u for asking I HOPE i didn’t make you regret it too badly lmao and that at least a little of it was helpful!! 

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Your joints crack as you sit up in bed, you stare at the poster covered wall as your eyes adjust to the morning light. Taehyung shifts on his mattress on the floor a few metres away. The sun streams into the room through the slats of the blinds, honey glow lighting up the room. Your back aches as you stretch out your worn muscles. Last night’s activities tired out both your brain and your body.

You pad over to the chunky computer over by the window and switch it on before searching the room for your leather jacket. It’s on the floor underneath Tae’s feet, likely because it was discarded in a hurry to get some sleep. You rummage through the pockets until you find a small folded piece of paper, an old receipt, with a phone number and email address written in neat handwriting.

Once the slow computer has booted up, you load up the internet. The familiar ear piercing dial up tone You scramble to turn the volume down but it’s too late. Taehyung had already stirred and you’d jumped out of your skin. It scared you so much you have goose bumps and almost fall off your chair in the process of finding the volume button on the monitor.

Taehyung slowly sits up on the mattress, cradling his pillow like his life depends on it. His hair is ruffled and eyes heavy.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles out, voice croaky and low with sleep. “Sorry TaeTae, I was trying to ring up the internet but forgot that we played games on it on Wednesday night and didn’t turn down the sound.”

Apologetically you squeeze his knee, hoping he’ll be able to go back to sleep. You don’t like an overtired best friend, especially when yours gets extra cranky like a toddler. Luckily he lies back down and pulls his blanket over his head, most likely blocking out the light. You turn back to the computer and boot up the email program.

You input the email written on the paper, hands shaking as you type. You weren’t used to this, the email read ‘jjkook@yahoo.com’, it made you hyper aware that this doesn’t happen every day.

You begin writing your email to him, as you did so thoughts of gratitude and sentiment welled up inside. You u had to thank him for his kindness, after all, he spared you from a concussion.

The email read: Dear Jeon Jungkook/JJK,

Thanks for everything last night, it’s greatly appreciated. Your show was radical, and I’m sorry I bummed so much of your time. Hope we can meet again soon.

Sincerely, a loyal fan of yours, ~ ________~

You finished typing up your message and read it and re-read it for any mistakes. You wanted it to be chatty and casual but not overly casual so as to look like you don’t care. You left it at that and hit send. The paper airplane emoticon bounced in the digital wind as your email was sent though code to Jungkook himself. You got back in bed and hoped for your heart to stop fluttering.

By the time you received an email in your inbox that wasn’t from a school friend or an advertisement, it was the following Wednesday. You were having your usual hang out with Taehyung when the computer pinged in the background of your chatter. You just ignored it since a ping on your computer is usually just your school friends gossiping about how they want you to set them up with Tae, and went back to your sewing session.

By sewing, you and Tae weren’t exactly doing cross stitch, you were sewing on patches to his back pack and your denim jacket. After you had finished that, that was when you checked your ivory coloured, cube shaped computer monitor and spotted the sender’s name: Jeon Jungkook/JJK.

Tae almost had a heart attack when he saw it with his own eyes. To double check he brushed his fringe out of them. He grabbed you by the shoulder, and shook you back and forth. “Don’t tell me that’s the JJK! Are you serious?!” He exclaimed as he rocked your brain in your skull.

“I mean I think so, I emailed him on Saturday morning.” You scanned your brain for any reason why it wouldn’t be the real him, maybe a scam?

“Open it quick!” Taehyung jumped on the computer, spamming the enter button repeatedly. The email took its time opening, the loading bar going up bit by bit. Too slow for Taehyung’s liking. A few “come on, come on!”’s later and it popped on the screen in all its anticipated glory.

It read: dear ______, im glad to hear that youre ok. dont worry about ‘wasting my time’, you made a normal day exciting, and i cant thank you enough for that, doll. hopefully we can meet up some time? id like to invite you and your friend to my next scheduled show, don’t stress about travel, ill sort it, it’d just be nice to see you again and catch a bite to eat before the show. i want to see your pretty face again, angel. let me know asap.

yours truly - jjk.

As soon as you read the email, you shook with excitement and screamed. Taehyung had wide eyes and his mouth agape. “No. Freaking. Way.” He gasped, completely in shock.

“How did this happen to me? This is a dream, right?” You shake your head as to clear a non existent sleepy fog that could be making you hallucinate.

You look back at the monitor; the email is still there. “This can’t be real?!” You exclaim, turning to Taehyung on your swizzle chair, wide eyed.

“It has to be? This is a real email, it has his email address right there!” He pokes the screen at the point of mention. “It all seems legitimate?” You ponder, searching the screen any tell tale signs of a scam.

“I hope it’s not too good to be true... I want to be your future children’s godfather.” Taehyung said with a giggle, covering his bashful smile.

“You have to be kidding me, as much as I’d like to have his children, we’ve only met once!” You blush, cheeks going warm.

After all the fangirling, you decide to sort out the arrangements of your next meet-up, and exchange more heart fluttering emails as you smooth out the plans. A few emails later and the plans end up being that you’ll start the evening with catching something to eat on the boardwalk and then you’ll go to the venue for his next concert, meet Taehyung there, chill out in the green room, and then watch the show from front row seats.

The whole plan was unreal to you, unrealistic at its simplest, but you were excited nonetheless. The day came around sooner than expected and soon enough you were picking out the perfect date outfit with your best friend, as well as wondering whether to do pre-game shots to steady your nerves.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this plan, TaeTae?” You ask hesitantly, staring into the mirror and meeting eyes with him across the room.

“Of course I am, I’m just happy I get to see my favourite artist again in concert; never mind be wingman for my favourite girl. It’s extra special when those two events align though.”

Boxy grin on his face, he looks at the ground. “You’re the best, honey bear.” You say and pull him into a befitting bear hug.

“I’ve not heard that name in a while.” He chuckles under his breath and places a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I know your mum used to call you that when we were little so I thought it fit you; my big honey bear, intimidating to others but so sweet to me.”

You release him from the hug and share a look that holds the bond of a years long friendship. “Right, what’re you going to wear then?” “Shall we coordinate outfits?” Tae asked picking out a camouflage bandana. “You could wear your camo print pants, and I’ll wear this?” He wraps the bandana round his head and fluffs his long dark wavy hair. His change of conversation kickstarts you back into the present reality. After that, you pick out a black sleeveless crop top to go with his advised pants, layered necklaces/chokers, and boots and put them on after you’ve adorned your pants with metallic dangling chains. Once you’re in your grunge get up, you shove your across the shoulder bum bag with any essential item you might need, such as lipstick, tampons, money, etc. and sling it over your back like a quiver. If you need it you’ll have to turn it round but it’s for the aesthetic so you ignore the inconvenience it creates.

A few hours later and you’re driving down the Cali roads in Taehyung’s 60’s Triumph TR6 with the wind in your hair and nirvana blasting on tape. Miles and miles of beach zoom by until you reach the board walk and you don’t stop until you reach the high end sea restaurants built to feed tourists.

Taehyung pulls up by the entrance and lets you out. He looks stunning in the golden sunlight, dark hair glowing amber in the rays. “Don’t have too much fun.” He lifts up his sun glasses before sending you a wink, saluting you goodbye, and driving away.

“See you at 8pm!” You shout over the roaring exhaust. He never turns around but raises a hand in a wave of acknowledgement as he drives away.

You step in to the restaurant to be met with the smell of sea salt and braised steaks. You scan the tables for a familiar face until you see a hand waving over the sides of a booth in the corner.

“Didn’t expect to be seeing you here.” You say coyly, sliding into the booth opposite him.

“Well, you know, I was just waiting for a beautiful girl, but I think I’ve found one who’s more to die for than the desserts here.” He pushes a lock of hair out of his eyes, it has a slight curl to it, even more prominent now that it isn’t as sweaty as when it’s most commonly seen.

“Oh, and who might that be?” You fold your legs and place your hands underneath your chin, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“I believe it’s you, babycakes.” A flush forms on your cheeks and he winks at you.

“So what do you fancy eating tonight? I think I have my eye on something...” He fully takes in your outfit, but you’re not sure his eyes are only on your outfit, maybe this croptop was a good idea after all.

“I don’t know, can you recommend anything? I like things that are creamy.” You reply, batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to whip up something delicious for you, darling.” A waiter comes and starts their opening spiel, this sends fits of giggles through you both.

A date full of getting to know each other, flirty comments, and general adoration for each other later, your cheeks were hurting because of how much smiling you had been doing. JK was so charismatic it hurt.

Soon dinner was over and it was time to make your way over to the venue. Hand in hand you stroll across the board walk to get there. The way the sunlight hits the waves is enchanting and you find yourself stopping to gaze into the bay.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks whilst resting his hand on the boardwalk railings.

“Everything, nothing... I just keep thinking about how surreal this is, I feel like I’m in a dream. Partially because I’m in the presence of a super gorgeous singer and partially because said singer asked to spend time with me and now I’m on a date with them. If that doesn’t sound like a dream, I don’t know what does.”

You laugh and cover your face. Suddenly you feel two warm hands on yours, peeling them back from your face. When you open your eyes you are met with Jungkook’s emoting doe eyes looking back at you.

“I completely understand, I have felt the same before, like reality isn’t the same, or like I’m dreaming; but we’re here now, we’re present, you’re here with me and it’s real.”

He pulls you into a hug, his arms enveloping your body. Most people would feel uncomfortable, especially since you just met Jungkook, however here with him on the boardwalk, in the setting sun, you feel safe. You feel like you are where you’re supposed to be. You stand there hugging him on the boardwalk for what feels like a long time, and then you pull away and grab his hand, continuing the journey once more.

“Thank you Jungkook, that was so comforting, I can’t imagine you’ve been in a similar situation but I really am grateful for being here in your company. Can I ask, when have you felt like this?” You feel his thumb rub small circles into your skin, such a soothing notion.

“I don’t know, from time to time... I guess it’s just the perils of the job. Don’t get me wrong, I love this, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but their is just some days where I really do feel disconnected. Show after show, blurring face after face, I’m on a high when I’m on stage but when I come down, I come down, if you know what I mean?” You notice his gaze is on the cracked sun bleached wood of the boardwalk.

“I get that. It must be hard every night to go from having the time of your life, to go back to normalcy once your feet touch backstage. I get that you’re just a normal guy who feels like a normal guy, but when people treat you like a god, it can’t sit right, can it?”

“Yeah, it’s like when I’m up there I’m deified but when I’m at home I’m the farthest thing from likeable.” He’s looking up, eyes turned towards the sky now, you wonder whether he’s doing this to stave off the tears.

“Jungkook, I know I haven’t known you long, but I can guarantee that when the lights are off and you’re home in your pyjamas, you’re just as likeable as the guy with the heavenly voice on the stage. I’m not saying this as a fan, I’m saying this as someone who wants to get to know you better, to see you when you’re not on stage, when you think you’re unlikeable, and to be able to tell you all the reasons why you’re so so likeable and worth so much more than you realise. No one is worthy of being deified, but you are certainly worthy of feeling loved.” You squeeze his hand tight in your palm to reassure him.

“Would you be the one to love me?” He turns to you and looks you in your shocked eyes. His are softened and tear filled. “I am not adverse to that... however could I maybe get to know you a little better first?” you say back, as lovely as this boy is, and no matter how much you wanted to love him, you couldn’t really say that yet.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so stupid, sorry for that, why would I ask that on the first date? What the hell? But also yes yes that’d be amazing. I’m so sorry though.” His cheeks flush and you can tell a mile off that he’s flustered, he’s still cute though. You giggle in return, “You’re too cute.”

And so you continue along the board walk, hands clasped together, you both make your way to his next show.

𖣔 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𖣔

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽!

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Heated and kind of sexual make out session between two guys, if you don't like it then better skip this chapter!

"Do you really have to go?" Jaebum asked pouting, looking up at you from the couch he was sitting on.

You stood up from your spot between your boyfriends to stretch your lazy muscles, the three of you had been watching movies together for most of the day and now it was time for you to start getting ready for work. Unlike most of the times, it was Jaebum the one whining and being sulky because you had to end your cuddling session. Jackson however, was curled up under a blanket on the other side of the couch by himself, ignoring every single attempt you did to cuddle with him. He was still mad about something but you still couldn't figure out what you could do to get your Jackson back.

"She has to work Jaebum" He said keeping his eyes on the television, Jaebum looked at him and frowned.

"I'll be back after dinner, it won't take that long" You replied with a small smile, reaching down to ruffle his hair, Jaebum had other plans though. He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, wrapping both of his arms around your body as he buried his face against your stomach.

"Baby please?" He asked again, pleading. Even when it was really hard to leave knowing both of your boyfriends were finally free and without a schedule for the night you wanted to go to work. It was your silly way of showing them you weren't dating because of the money they earned.

"Jaebum? Babe?" You ran your fingers through his hair making him look up at you, it definitely was a bad decision because he started giving you puppy eyes.

"Yah! Jaebum leave her, she has to get ready man" Jackson sat up straight on the couch, frowning at the other male who kept declining to let you go.

Jaebum might not be so dominant around you anymore but he was still the same with Jackson. As soon as he heard his voice tone raising Jaebum turned to glare at him while his arms gently moved away from your body. He scoffed a little, leaning back against the couch again while Jackson stood up to walk deeper into the apartment and into the bedroom the three of you shared.

"We really need to talk" You thought out loud, making Jaebum's eyes trail up your body until they met your own eyes. The look of concern on your face worried Jaebum but it also made him mad.

"He's not a kid, if he's mad he should just say why instead of whining and throwing tantrums around" His words made you sigh running your fingers through your hair exhasperated as you looked down at him.

"At least try not to kill each other while Im gone? Got7 needs to keep having 7 members"

Jaebum smiled softly at your comment "I'll try, can't promise anything though" You knew he was being honest so having at least one of them promise to not commit murder was better than nothing.

Needing to change your clothes for work and talk with Jackson, you headed down the hall and into your bedroom just to find your other boyfriend sitting down on the bed, focused on his phone as he didn't even looked up when you walked inside.

"Jackson?" You called out, trying to get his attention as you opened a drawer to get your uniform out.

"Mhm?" He replied, lazily looking up at you.

"Are you mad at me? Or Jaebum? What did we do?" You asked looking down at him, taking off your comfortable clothes.

"Can we talk when you get home? It isn't something we can fix in five minutes" He honestly said, his eyes on yours not looking down your body like he usually did. You missed his playful touches and kisses so bad.

"Okay" You smiled down at him, ruffling his hair before you watched your reflection on the mirror "Just try not to fight with Jaebum too much, alright?"

"Alright mom" He rolled his eyes, smiling a little when you giggled "Careful on your way to work, I'll see you later" You leaned down and pecked his lips.

Jaebum did and said the same thing before you exited the apartment and even though you still felt worried about leaving both of them alone, you kind of trusted your boyfriends enough to know they would control themselves and not kill each other while you weren't around.

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"I really don't see your point"

Two hours and three attempts to fix the problem later, Jaebum and Jackson were sitting down on the couch with more than three bottles of empty soju on the coffee table, trying to find a solution to the problem that was making your relationship not as good as it was in the beggining. Although no matter how hard they both tried, their drunk minds weren't being of much help to them.

"Look" Jackson sighed, apparently a bit fed up of explainning the same thing over and over again to the other male "What are we fighting for?" He asked taking another sip from the bottle before tiredly leaning back against the couch.

"Attention?" Jaebum asked hesitatengly, already struggling to follow his boyfriend's explanation.

"Correct" Jackson smiled a little "Whose though?" He asked again, Jaebum was really struggling at this point

"I guess (Y/N)'s?" He asked scratching the back part of his neck, smiling when Jackson nodded approvingly.

"So it's basically her fault" This is where both guys got lost. Jackson kept blaming you for giving only one of them your undivided attention and Jaebum, knowing that was a lie, got lost in the argument.

He was trying to explain Jackson that they had been the reason why you had given yourself to them separately since they were the ones that wanted you for themselves but he couldn't, he was struggling to form a coherent sentence imagine a huge full ass explanation.

"So?" Jaebum decided to agree with his opinion, not really wanting to hear his explanation once again and find out about the rest of his plan. By the way Jackson looked it gave away that he had some kind of plan in mind, something that would probably not fix their problem but make it even worse.

"So? We just need to give her a taste of her own medicine" There were two different reactions when Jackson voiced his thoughts. Jaebum frowned, not really liking what Jackson meant and the other male smirked, loving the feeling of possibly making you jealous. Making you feel what he's been feeling since you started having eyes only for Jaebum.

"Im not going to cheat on (Y/N)" Jaebum instantly said, thinking Jackson had gone nuts. Did he really wanted to do such an awful thing to you?

"Not cheat you idiot" Jackson rolled his eyes for the hundreth time tonight, leaning further back against the couch frustrated.

"Then? I really don't get what you're trying to do" Jaebum was getting really frustrated too, couldn't he just explain what he wanted to do already?

Jackson stared at Jaebum, explainning would only be useless since his brain wasn't working correctly thanks to all the soju they had drunk together, so instead, in the blink of an eye, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jaebum's roughly yet hungrily. It had been so, so long since they had time for themselves without a third person that Jaebum felt himself losing control as soon as Jackson was all over him.

Their sexual relationship already existed when you decided to become their girlfriend, you knew both guys switched ans took turns to be dom with each other, it just depended on how they felt that night. None of the other guys knew about them just like they didn't know about you being more than a really close friend. It had been difficult for both males to have some private time together with six more guys hanging out in the same dorm but it was even harder with another person in the relationship.

Jaebum unconciously moaned against Jackson's lips as he pulled him onto his lap, feeling his hands on his thighs, Jaebum got even more lost in their passion and started moving his lips down Jackson's neck passionately. Tonight it was Jaebum's turn to spot being a dom to satisfy the other male's needs and let him give as much pleasure as he wanted to.

They were both so focused on each other, that they almost forgot about Jackson's plan to make you jealous. Jaebum was giving Jackson everything he had been seekkng with you, these past few days. Feeling loved, warm and really, really wanted was something he hadn't been feeling with you lately. Little did he know that you wanted him as much as you wanted Jaebum, he had just been so focused on being mad and petty that never gave you a chance to approach him.

The thing was, they were so into their make out session that none of them heard the tingling of your keys against the door.

"Ah they could have told me the shop wasn't-" You abruptely stopped on your tracks as soon as your eyes met the unexpected porn scene being recorded on your couch. Seeing Jaebum on top of Jackson, literally mewling everytime their tongues fought against each other made your lower stomach get incredibly tight in a knot. None of them seemed aware that you had arrived, they were simply getting more and more into their kisses and touching. Jackson's hands roughly gripped Jaebum's shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. You pressed your thighs together tighter, gulping when Jaebum's hands went up and gripped Jackson's hair, pulled it back and lick his neck slowly earning a raspy groan from him.

"Fuck yeah, that feels so fucking good" Jackson was always really vocal, seeing him moaning and groaning wasn't something new. What was surprising was the way he had Jaebum moaning all over him, submissive and addicted to his kisses, basically acting like you did whenever Jackson and you got a little rough.

Jaebum was pushed down onto the couch, both males groaning in arousal when Jackson's hips met Jaebum's. They still had their pants on but that didn't stop them from moving against each other, heavy breathing, sloppy yet wet kisses and moans echoed in the living room. You had never been so turned on in your life, how genuine from you to think they had fix whatever issue they had with each other and not even think about the possibility of you being the issue.

Just right when you were about to step forward and closer to both of them, Jackson turned his head and looked at you. Your eyes met and the smirk that pulled his lips up got you biting your lower lip, keeping the moan that threaten to roll off your tongue. However, the way his body didn't welcome you, didn't motioned you to get closer like it always did got you confused. If you didn't know Jackson better you would think he didn't want you to join them.

"Guys?" You placed your purse down, keeping your eyes on Jackson who had gone back to sucking all kinds of marks on Jaebum's neck. He leaned back only to take off his shirt, he was clearly ignoring you. "Jackson" You pouted softly, why was he doing this?

When you approached the couch Jaebum tried to look at you but Jackson's hand went to his throat, keeping the male's eyes on his before his lips moved up to crash against his. Jaebum started moaning through the kiss, the wet sounds their mouths were making pleased yet frustrated you even more.

"Jaebum" You whined trying to get their attention but Jackson rolled his hips against his again and Jaebum was soon convinced to ignore you in order to get what he wanted. Blame the alcohol, blame Jackson's ability to turn you into a horny mess, whatever it was, made Jaebum forget you were there.

"Jackson" Jaebum moaned, his hands moving down his chest and to his pants. Your mouth hung opened not believing they were ignoring you like this.

It wasn't about the sex anymore. You felt rejected, unloved and unwanted, the fact that they weren't even considering that you were there watching but feeling more hurt than turned on made everything even worse. What had you done to deserve this? The only thing you had been trying to do for these past few days was trying to get them back together and somehow they ended up how you wanted but against you. How did everything turned this way?

"Can you at least tell me what I did?" You reached out to tap Jackson's shoulder but he shoved your hand away, the way you gasped finally caught Jaebum's attention but before he could say something, Jackson spoke.

"Can't you see Im busy with my boyfriend?"

My boyfriend.

His boyfriend.

He was making it really clear that he wasn't yours tonight, the fact that Jackson was excluding you from your relationship hurt even more.

"Jackson..." Jaebum glanced between you two, confused, not knowing what to do or say. You looked really hurt but he knew Jackson was hurt too, it wasn't apparent to the eye but the way he touched and kissed looking for warmth and affection gave it away.

"Get in the bedroom, let's keep going there"

Without saying anything else Jackson bent over, grabbed his shirt and waited for Jaebum to stand up and walk past you. He sent an apologetic smile your way which didn't help at all, Jackson didn't even looked your way before walking down into the bedroom the three of you shared.

You didn't move from your spot in the middle of the now, empty living room. All you could do was stare at the closed bedroom door feeling like a puppy that was being punished, that was left to spend the night outside without the warmth and comfort from its family. In other words, you felt abadoned.

The sound of their moaning -Jackson's purposefully louder- snapped you back to reality. Your instincts kicked in and your body started moving on its own, you just weren't going to stand there and wait for them to finish so they could let you into your bed. That would be humilliating, embarrasing and painful.

That probably was what Jackson wanted.

And that was what he wasn't going to get.

On your way out of the apartment you slammed the door loud enough for them to hear.

[littlebitoffanfic]

Make It Count

Fandom: Creepypasta Character: Jeff the killer Relationship: Jeff/reader Request: you haven’t done jeff the killer in a while . do you still do the creeypasta fandom? Great! Jeff thinks hes in a dream and they fuck but he wakes up the next day and realises his dream came true You sat on the sofa in the large living room with the tv on in the background while you read. The house was rather quiet tonight, with most being away on either killing sprees or proxy tasks set by slender. Either way, you were glad you were getting some time to yourself. As if fate had heard your exact thoughts, you heard the front door open and close as someone entered the house. Turning, you looked at the entrance to the living room, expecting to see either Laughing Jack or Jeff since they had been the first out so might be the first back. But you didn’t see them. Normally they would come to the living room first to find someone to gloat to about their kills. But they didn’t. Moving off the sofa, you heard the stairs creaking as you heard someone going up the stairs. “Hello?” You called out, hoping whoever had entered the house would reply. You had a sense of dread as you walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up to see Jeff climbing them with a limp. “Jeff?” You called out to him, quickly running up the stairs to his side as he froze. “Hey [y/n]!” Jeff cried out with a false joy that made you suspicious. Despite the smile that dawned his features, you knew something was wrong. Your eyes quickly looked over his body and found an area with more blood on it than normally. And growing. “What happened?” You asked, looking up to Jeff who knew he had been caught out. He let out a growl and lifted his hoodie and tee-shirt to show a nasty stab wound. “Damn prick got the upper hand for a moment.” He growled, dropping the fake voice for one with pain and anger in it. “Don’t tell the others.” “I wont. Now come on.” You took his hand and guided him up the remaining stairs with support and towards your room where you had a med kit. “What were you going to do if I hadn’t found you?” “Hoped for the best.” Jeff chuckled slightly, seeing the disapproving glance you shot him. Inside your room, you made him lie on the small sofa you had as you quickly fetched the med kit from your bathroom. You had the second biggest room in the house (apart from slenders) and your own bathroom which was always handy. Slowly but surely, you stitched the wound up, jeff wincing at the start but managing to drift off half way through. That was the one thing you were grateful for. Proxys had a lot higher threshold for pain. You made him take off his hoodie but leave his top on which you just pushed up. Deciding against waking him, you threw a blanket over his body before changing into a nightgown in the bathroom and then lying down in your own bed and drifting off. ---------------timeskip ------------------- It was still nighttime when you woke to the sound of groaning. It took you a moment to remember Jeff was in your room and passed out on the sofa. Well, he was. You could see in the moon light he had sat up. “Jeff?” You called out softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Jeff seemed to tense at your voice before twisting to look at you. Then something in him snapped. He threw of his covers and moved across the room in a flash before pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You jumped at the force alone as he dominated the kiss, a deep growl leaving his chest. But you were eager to kiss him back. You didn’t know what had came over Jeff, but you were glad. It was hard being in the house with him because you loved him and had done for years. So to have him take control and kiss you like this made your head spin. When he felt you kissing back, he crawled onto the bed and you kicked off your own covers as he moved between your legs, his hips buckling slightly. You felt him through his jeans and boxers. He was hard and grinding against you for relief. You leaned back and wrapped one arm around his neck and the other slipped between your bodies to rub his bulge, making him growl. Proxys weren’t lovie dovie, they weren’t romantic and lovers. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into and you needed as much as he did. You had all but forgotten about his wound. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jeff fumbled to undo his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. You didn’t even bother trying to take off your panties and he didn’t mind. He simply pulled your nightie up and reached between your legs, pulling them to the side. Apparently, the quick make out session had been more than enough to get your going as your hips buckled against his fingers which rubbed there. Moaning, you didn’t care who heard. It all seemed so surreal. He didn’t take long before lining himself up with your folds and thrusting inside. You threw your head back as you let out a strangled moan as he filled out. You felt Jeff press peppered your jaw and throat with kisses as he began to thrust inside you at an almost painful rate. But you had a high threshold for pain, and it quickly turned to pleasure as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him back in for another kiss. His hands found your waist and held your hips down as he fucked you senseless. You needed it though. How long had you wished for him to do this to you? To just push you up against a wall and fuck your brains out. To take you from behind with no warning. You just needed that release he could offer you. “Pl-please.” You gasped against his lips as his hands gripped your hips painfully. You didn’t even know why you wee begging him. “Yeah, fuck. You’re so good.” He moaned as he gasped for air. You raised your hands over your head as you moaned. He took this as an opportunity for one of his hands to run up your front and onto your breast. Arching your back into his hand, you moan. “I love you.” He suddenly growled, burying his face in your neck as if he had said it to you a thousand times rather than this being the first. “W-what?” You gasped as his thrusts became quicker and harder. “I love you!” He then bit down on your neck, making you cry out. “I-I love y-y-you.” You moaned as the pain was quickly eclipsed by your orgasm that crashed over your body. You quickly moved your hands to the back of his head, desperate for something to keep you grounded as you felt the pleasure pulse through your body in the most magnificent way. But you weren’t the only one. After a few more erratic thrusts and moans, Jeff came. You lay there for a few moments, basking in your orgasm as Jeff pulled out of you and moved to your side so you were closest to the wall. His arms wrapped around you so easily as he pulled you against his chest. Not that you minded. Closing your eyes, you drifted back off for the final time that night. --------------time skip ---------------------- When you woke, you could still feel Jeffs arms wrapped securely around you. You had moved to lie on your side, your back to Jeff but he was cuddled up behind you. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to have woken up again. You felt Jeff pull his arm out from under you to push himself up, a slight growl escaping his throat like it was sore to move. You rolled onto your back and stretched, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt your muscles tighten from the nights sleep. This caught Jeffs attention. “[y/n]?” he asked, sounding confused and a slight big scared. “yeah?” you breathed, not fully awake enough yet to realise what sort of situation you were in. “Wait, why are you in my bed?” He asks, making you open you eyes a sit up. “You’re in my bed.” You point out seeing his eyes dart around the room which was still dark thanks to black out curtains but the sun poked in through the side. Then his eyes trailed back to you and looked at your neck. “Shit.” He growled as he scrambled out of your bed, his legs obviously not fully awake yet as they shook slightly. “Im sorry.” “Sorry for what?” You ask, confused as you moved out of the bed, wondering what was on your neck. The second you looked in the mirror that hung on the wall, you remembered everything. You had had sex with Jeff. And now you had a love bite on your neck. “Shit!” You cursed, rubbing your neck as if it might come off if you did. “I thought it was a dream!” Jeff growled as he moved quickly to grab his hoodie. “thought what was a dream?” You turned to him, confused as ever and slightly scared. You didn’t want to see him regret last night. “When I woke up. I thought I was in a damn dream again.” He clarifies as he pulls his hoodie on, fumbling a little. “Again? Do you dream about fucking me often?” You ask, getting a little more agitated. “every fucking night!” He growled then froze as he met your eyes. “You said you loved me. Last night. Do you say that in your dreams?” You ask, your voice soft as you walked over to him, scared he was going to run out. “Yes.” He breathed, unable to lie to you but also unable to maintain eye contact. “And outside the dream?” You ask as you stand in front of him. “Do you want to fuck me, to love me, outside the dream?” “More than anything.” He breathed, his eyes showing fear for the first time. “Good.” You smiled, leaning forward and kissing him, this time softly. Jeff seemed to melt against your lips as you kissed him softly and sensuously. While you needed it rough last night, both of you needed a little tlc this morning, even if he wouldn’t admit it. You take his hands in yours and guide him back to the bed. “Come on, lie with me for a little while.” You smile as he eagerly climbed back into bed with you, wiggling out of his hoodie but filching and holding his side when he threw it. “Your stiches! I completely forgot. We’d better check them.” You panic, starting t scramble out of them bed but Jeff wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back. “Nah, im good.” He chuckles, and you knew from the death grip he had around your waist you weren’t getting away any time soon. “Im gonna have to get some concealer and foundation.” You mumbled, rubbing your neck as you lie against his chest. “You’ll need more than that?” He chuckled, seeming to puff out his chest proudly at the love bite. “You wont be smirking when everyone else in the house see it.” You look up at him and saw a flash of fear cross his eyes again, this time because of the amount of proxys who protected and cared for you. “Shit, I only got a few hours left alive.” He breaths as you move so you were straddling his hips. “Well, then. We better make it count.” You giggle as you lean down for another kiss.

[minhothebighoe]

CRUSH (Reader x Woojin)

Summary: Anonymous asked “Hi I saw that you’re taking requests hehe.. can I request where you and woojin are crushing on each other and he decided to confess to you on your birthday (bc my birthday is on the 24th so yeah) thank you!

A/N: So I decided to write the first request early because I couldn’t focus on any of my studying for my psych class! This wasn’t even going to be started till the 20th but oh well why not ! I hope it’s okay please don’t hate me, criticism is much appreciated ! also requests are still open!

Pairings: Park Woojin x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

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I woke up completely startled, and my heart pumping loudly from the obnoxious alarm clock that sat upon my nightstand, it sent a small vibration of crippling anxiety through my entire body and caused me to slightly panic. No matter how many times I hear the chiming bells or the rapid beeps, I never have once gotten used to the god awful sounds that shout in my ear. Everyday this almost seemed like routine, and it also seemed like it was getting harder to endure.

However, today I was determined to make difference and change the variety of my usual lifestyle. I could feel the excitement deep within, formulating inside my bones. Why, you might be asking? Well today is my birthday, and to be honest I’m usually not one to get enthusiastic about them because they’re really just like every other day. Although, this one I'm feeling a slight adrenaline rush, massive butterflies, and all those other cutesy feelings you get when the person you admire asks you out. 

That’s right, I got asked out by the one and only Park Woojin, one of the most praised and beloved figures in my hometown, aka my wonderful friend, and we’re going to be hanging out on my ‘day of birth’if you want to call it that. How special do you think I feel?

I’ve known Woojin for quite a while, ever since grade school, however it wasn’t until high school that I actually started to fall for him and his adorably shy as well as humorous personality. He’d always be there for me when I needed him to be my ‘shoulder’ to cry on when a bad break up, grade, or situation in general, had come in to cause my happiness to shatter. He would always pick up the broken pieces and fix them back together no matter how damaged they were. He is one of the only people I’ve known to truly and 100 percent care for me. 

I don’t know if Woojin feelings even match close to mine, or if he feels the same connection and electricity I do. I don’t know if he gets that strange sensation in the pit of his stomach when our eyes lock, or that rush of euphoria when our hands smoothly and accidentally glide on one another’s. What about that firey feeling that burns hot when we hug? I wonder if he thinks about my smile or how much he wants to kiss me. Or....

What if 

he just sees me as a friend?

What if that’s all this is, a platonic friendship where our feelings don’t even mutually agree?

I took a sudden glance at my alarm clock to check the time, it was 10 am. 

10 am....?

Fuck im gonna be late! 

I got up and quickly ran to the bathroom, knowing I already took a shower before bed, I took my hair out of the messy braids that were practically already falling apart. I ran a quick hand through the intricately bedraggled mop that laid on my head to massage out the chaotic tangles and try oh so desperately to make it deem presentable. After about 10 minutes of trying to decide which side looked better to part my hair with, I decided enough was enough and that I looked somewhat decent.

 I applied my makeup lightly and decided to add some strawberry lip gloss to finish the look and add a little more color to my dry pale lips. As soon as I was satisfied with my appearance I wasted no time to get to my closet to try and find an appealing outfit. 

I felt like I must’ve tried on a billion different combinations of clothes and somehow everything seemed to not be feeling or fitting the way I wanted it too. Finally after a while, I again, decided that I did not have enough time to waste, and went with a pair of striped high wasted shorts, a black vans crop top and some white converse. 

And as if perfect timing was actually a thing, that’s when I heard it....

knock knock

I felt my heart skip a beat or two in that moment, and my stomach flutter with a radiant feeling mixed with pure nervousness. Woojin was here and waiting at my front door for me, and there I was standing completely frozen in excitement. 

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and rushed down the doorway were my “knight in shining armor” was waiting just 10 feet away outside. I started to reach for the knob to the door, and as my hand got closer to connecting with the shiny metal, the more I thought about the possibilities of what could occur. Some thoughts were positive, while unfortunatly, some were more negative. However, before I had time to think anymore my body acted before my brain and opened the wooden frame where I came face to face with my ultimate crush. 

Sure I’ve hung out with Woojin plenty of times, but there was something about him recently that has caused me to act like a complete lovestruck fool when I’m around his being. Even though I’ve been trying to hide it, I can’t help but feel like somehow it’s more than obvious, especially to him.  

“H-hi.” I smiled sheepishly, hiding halfway behind the door, I could feel the pink hue starting to form upon my cheeks as I stared at my feet. I tried not to look him in the face because  the butterflies were already starting to storm inside my aching belly, but I opened the door because I had to let him in at some point. 

He looked so good, amazing in fact. He wore a white teeshirt that hung loose upon his frame along with a red zip hoodie over it, with some light wash jeans that clung to the shape of his sculpted thighd.The outfit was finished off with some white high top vans. He smiled a huge grin, his adorable snaggletooth showing, causing me to mentally squeal at how cute and wholesome he is. His hair, oh my god don’t get me started on how perfect it is, like how? 

“(Y/N) Happy Birthday!, I’ve missed you” 

He smiled softly at me while his eyes looked deep into mine, he came closer to where I was with his arms stretched out wide and open, practically inviting me to feel the warmth of his presence. I leaned in while he engulfed my body into his, his muscles contracted around my lower back as he squeezed to pull me in tighter. He rested his head on top of mine, and all I could think of is if he could feel the beating of my heart, and hear my loud embarrassing thoughts.

I giggled, intoxicated by the pureness of his existence and all the love he had to offer. 

“Thank you. I wouldn’t want to spend my birthday with anyone else.”

 I placed my head on his chest, and I could hear the beating of his steady heart and the contractions of his solid breathing as his chest raised slowly up and down. Strange how calm he is, while I feel like my mind is going to explode out of my body. 

We stood in that position for a couple more minutes before he sadly broke away to pull out a tiny little blue box out of his pocket. He told me to stick out my hands and cup them together so he could place the container in the center of my palms . I looked at him with a confused expression, but secretly this small gesture made me extremely curious to what he had spent his time and money on for me.

“Park Woojin,” I said sternly, placing my hands on my hips trying to act serious,“ I told you not to get me anything,”  

Woojin focused his eyes on my face, and laughed cutely at my attempt to scold him. I pouted playfully while looking at his dark beautiful eyes, then at the box that rested upon my hands. 

“Well are you just gonna stare at it or are you going to open it?” 

“oh there’s more?! I was so happy with this beautiful box!” I said sarcastically, and we both laughed at my lame excuse for a joke. 

I rubbed my finger over the velvety material of the box, it was a longer more rectangular shape, and weighed light. I bit my lip and lifted the lid to find a beautiful, sterling silver bracelet. As I looked closer, as if it wasn’t already amazing enough, I spotted the initials ‘P.W’ carved onto a charm. 

My mind went blank for a brief second, and it felt like I forgot how to do anything for a moment. 

“Oh my gosh Woojin.... it’s... it’s beautiful.”

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, and my lip quiver in delight. The fact that he used his time and resources to buy me something so beautiful and deeply sentimental, brought more than joy to my heart. 

“I was gonna wait to give it to you after I took you out, but (Y/N)....” I looked into woojin’s eyes. “I have something to tell you, and... I don’t know how to say it, but I seriously can’t wait any longer, if I do it’s going to kill me.”

oh my god....

“For the longest time, ever since I met you, I knew we had a deep connection towards one another. I always knew that you were so special and different than any other person that I’ve ever met,” My body was shaking, holy shit. “I was honestly too scared to ever tell you because I did not want to ruin our friendship, but my god anybody I have ever gone out with doesn’t even compare to you,”

He took a step closer to me, we were practically in each other’s personal vicinity, but I don’t think either one of us really cared. He took his hand and softly placed it on my cheek looking soothingly down into my eyes, it was as though an angel had touched my soul. All I could do was stand there and capture this moment we had just created, and the beauty of it all and

....of him. 

“God, you make me so happy that I get a certain feeling that only generates when you’re around me. Your smile literally brightens my entire day, and your heart is so big and pure, and wow....just wow I don’t know what I would even do without you.” he stated.

At this point a tear had fallen from my eye and escaped down to Woojin’s fingertip, off onto the floor evaporating in a quick disappearance. I smiled, and relished in his gentle yet reassuring touch. No one in my entire life has ever made me feel this complete and so good about myself the way Woojin did. 

he leaned in closer till his forehead was touching mine, I could feel the warmth of his skin heating up as he looked into my damp eyes, waiting for my response. I giggled at how damn cute he was and wrapped my arms firmly around his neck. 

“Park Woojin, never have I felt more safe and secure with anyone in my entire life. You are the most thoughtful person, and have given me strength when I literally thought the world was going to collapse.” we both laughed like we were high, and in a way we were, “As dramatic as that sounds, it’s completely true. You are.... my angel.” 

Woojin leaned down until his lips hovered over mine, and I felt his long eyelashes flutter and tickle my red hot skin. His warm breath lingered, and I felt every ounce of air on the tip of my mouth causing goosebumps to arise on my body.  He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in not wasting a second, before softly kissing me. Even though it was sweet, it was filled with a feverish passion that I couldn’t understand. I felt heat build up in the pit of my stomach as our lips molded together perfectly. It was so hot I felt almost feverish, as his hands moved around massaging my back. 

I placed my palms on his hard chest, capturing every sweet moment his sweet lips had to offer. 

He pulled his head back before placing it on my forehead again, playing with my hair on his fingertips. 

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for the...longest time, ever since high school actually, and I can’t wait a second longer, but (Y/N) (L/N).......” he bit his lip till it turned almost a pale white color, “will you please be my girlfriend?.... We can do all the cute stuff that couples do, like I don’t know... basically the same stuff we do now?” 

I giggled, because that high feeling was making it’s return. Everything that has happened had my brain sending electrical impulses all across my body, causing me to feel energetic. 

“Park Woojin, I’ve waited since high school for you to ask me, and I have been waiting way to long to say yes.” 

Happy birthday to me. 

[actualbird]

ummmm its not That Personal but like uh. u write a lot, like a lot and i notice that ur also. depressed? and im depressed too and i like to write but i just cant figure out how to like. sit and write for a while. actually get something done idk if thats something u have any advice for i would Appreciate It

oh! okay well. hum. i have to admit that most of my writing habits that push me to do stuff like write 7k words in a day are actually p…unhealthy? to the self? so i’ll skip over those and give u stuff i do that isnt Bad because my god, we gotta look out for each other:

the absolute beginning of writing a piece starts with ideas and concepts, and i have a google doc filled with bullet points of ideas. this doesnt really have anything to do with the Sitting Down And Writing Bit, but it’s super helpful for when you’re in a funk. just. any idea you think of, no matter how dumb, jot it down. in my bmc idea list i have a bullet point that’s just “they are spies” and another thats even dumber that just says “anti-anxiety rice”. these reservoirs of silly ideas help me out a bunch.

this is something that really depends on you, bc people have differing opinions on this, but i write outlines!!! and it’s something that i find very helpful. i was basically trained to outline everything throughout high school, to the point that i cant even write a 500 word essay without one. outlines differ for everybody, but i find that it’s most helpful for me to write out 1) important details (ex. in my latest fic, i listed down all the dragon characteristics i wanted to give michael) and 2) all the main scenes (ex. in my latest fic, i wrote one sentence for each of the eight main scenes). outlines are really good because you’re getting your ideas out in a tangible form that starts to take shape, but it’s not the Heavy Stuff Just Yet. it’s a nice way to ease yourself into the writing mood, and it’s godsend for when youre already writing because, once youve got all your ideas and plot points out, all you have to do is write the words.

of course, that’s kinda the hardest part HAHA. sitting down and Doing The Thing is a chore hhhhhh. but practice helps you get through it easier and easier each time, i guess. 4 years ago i was writing tiny fics that were barely 1k long and took me a week to write. now i am here. it’s cliche advice everybody gets, but it’s because it’s Real: practice. practice. practice. depression is a big heavy sludge that stops you from doing everything, but if you make something a habit, it tends to become muscle memory. if you can, try to write something everyday. it doesnt have to be big! just a sentence or two. even just a few ideas. just write something. then keep on working your way up. when youre confident with the daily habit, maybe set a wordcount goal. like 100 words a day. or maybe 500 a week (that was my goal back when i had class. it’s a nice, lax goal that doesnt feel too daunting but still gets stuff done!) start small and work your way up!! as somebody who marathon writes shitloads of words in a day, it’s draining. setting a schedule with smaller, broken down increments is much, much better. 

my laptop is Really Weird And Probably A Bootleg, so i dont have msword or any word processor that can count words correctly sdhfkjsdhf. so i write on google docs and i use wordcounter.net . wordcounter is a really useful site for me because not only does it display your wordcount WAY HUGER THAN MS WORD WOULD, thus kinda putting it Out There how much youve got written, but it’s also got cool stuff like reading time and reading level and word density (word density saves my life every fic. it makes sure i dont make characters fukn shrug all the time lmao)

my kamikaze mode, aka what i do when i start and finish writing the bulk of a fic or a chapter in one day, goes a little bit like this: heavy breakfast. write write write. more food. write write write. nap. food. write write write. +various twenty minute breaks in between all the writing. frankly, i dont know how i do this because it passes mostly in a haze, but breaks are!!!! important!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot stress this enough. your eyes are gonna hurt like hell after staring at a screen for hours. your WRISTS are gonna ache. your neck!! your butt!!! if you dont take a break, u will turn into a gargoyle!!! trust me, okay, ive already turned into one once. wasnt great. drink water and stretch and walk around. if you dont wanna separate from ur laptop, at least stop writing and look at memes or read over what u have so far.

when youre actually writing, my philosophy is Never Edit. misspelled a word? mark with an asterisk and come back later. forgot a word? mark it with an asterisk and come back later. transition is wonky? dont fix it, keep writing. mark it with an asterisk and come back later. editing is important, but when youre in the Writing Groove is not to the time to do it. more often than not, editing becomes an excuse that hinders your wordcount progress under the thin veil of “hmmmm this could be better.” it sure could! but fix it later. when im writing, my only goal is to get it done. everything else comes later, because at least by that point, i have a full piece to fix instead of a scene i keep reworking over and over again. the momentum that results from this is Powerful and not even the Depression Sludge Monster That Lives On A Couch In My Brain can defeat it. get fucked DSMTLOACINB!!!!

this is barely coherent, but it’s all ive really got to say….all of this is completely subjective, and what works for me will not work for everybody else, but this is how do stuff. depression is an awful piece of fuck and it sucks so bad and im so sorry youve gotta deal with it, but yo, working past it is possible!! it’s hard, but it’s possible.

i hope you have a great day anon. kick depression in the nuts with ur kickass writing.