#NOW YOURE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE 😝😝😝

[radio-fmm]

I crave Sanji angst 😝

here, my humble offering

Human

Sanji x reader

angst/comfort, gn reader

In which you find Sanji chopping vegetables at 2 in the morning

Masterlist

A shiver ran down your spine making you shift in your sleep, hands looking for your lovers warmth only to be met with an empty side of the bed. Your heart stops and you jolt up to double check, you look out the open window, by the position of the moon it could not be pass 2 am

Where was Sanji?

Worry washes over the sleepiness making your body stand up, put on your slippers with the mission of finding that damn cook. He wasn’t on night watch, his breakfast prep didn’t started in a couple of hours, the sun was still wrapped under the covers of the night sky and the tie calm lulling the strawhats to sleep soundly

Walking down the hallway you peek trough every door and window of The Sunny, being met with dark empty rooms or your crew mates fast asleep, snoring the night away. Suddenly you hear the familiar sound of chopping coming from the kitchen, the light shining warm illuminating your way trough, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and growing worry

It had come up to your attention that Sanji was used to have anxious fits and sleepless nights were he’d found his mind steering him awake, memories of his past turning into nightmares that haunted him. Regardless of how torturous some nights would feel, shoulders heavy, eye bags hanging, head spinning, Sanji would rarely talk about this fits, saying “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours with me, my love” brushing the matter off only for you to end up holding him tight as he poured his heart out with salty tears on your shoulders

You wished he hadn’t allowed it to get so bad tonight

Carefully you cracked the door of the kitchen open, Sanji never leaving his position, eyes fixed on the vegetables being chopped not noticing your form by the frame of the door

He looked tired

A sigh leaves your mouth as your heart clenches in pain, wondering why weren’t you blessed with a devil fruit or a power form above that could take that pain of his away; all you could offer him right now, was your presence and an ear to listen

“Sanji?” You break him away from his task, his eyes opened wide as they scanned you now approaching the counter, sitting in front of him

Sanji’s body language shifted the instant you entered his field of vision, but you know him well enough to know this is just a facade, noticing the redness and puffiness around his eyes, his stare shattered while he paints a sweet smile over it

“My love, hope I didn’t wake you up��� and just like that he’s back to chopping the broccoli, hands moving fast, with an earned precision. You stay quiet, a small fiber of your being hoping he’ll drop this act and just come forward with what’s plaguing his mind, but even if he doesn’t its ok, you’ll be here regardless

“It’s 2 am Sanji, what are you doing?” his movements slow down, his eyes still zeroed on the vegetable

“Thought i’d get started on the food prep early”

“Sanji…” your tone becomes a little heavier, you hated speaking this way specially to him, but you knew if you didn’t press at least a little, the cook would stay the whole night up chopping and preparing food until he’d passed out on the stove

It was rare to see Sanji’s hands tremble, but when he felt your body get up from your seat and walk towards him, it was impossible for them to not to. His breath hitches as the deafening sound of your step getting closer and closer froze him, tears already threatening to spill out of his tired eyes

One of your hands settled on top of his, while the other discarded the knife, instinctively you pulled him closer embracing him in a tight reassuring hug that had him breaking down on you almost at the touch. His hands held you back as he sobbed in the crook of your neck, soothing circles going up and down his back as you whispered

“It’s ok, let it out”, “I’m here”, “Everything’s gonna be fine”

Your sweet voice fell on his ears making him melt even more, sobbing turning into intense crying that had you now sitting on the kitchen floor, his tired legs giving up on him

“I’m sorry” he says, voice broken in barely a whisper that breaks your heart, but you pull yourself together, for him

“Don’t say that, there’s nothing wrong with being vulnerable, I’m always here for you” is in these moments Sanji knows there most be a heaven, a guardian angel that send you his way, to hold him and protect him, to love him unconditionally and be so gentle, a word he had never really understood the extent of the real meaning until you had held him close to your heart

A silence falls like a warm blanket on top of you, his crying ceasing, breath calming as his eyes finally meet yours. There’s a certain embarrassment behind Sanji’s eyes that you still cannot concoct into the correct words to express how it shatters you, all you can say is

“Don’t be ashamed to be human, Sanji” your gaze never wavers from his, speaking every word loud and clear making sure he gets it, and he does

He feels undeserving of such love and care, anyone that has known the both of you could see it in his everyday devotion to you, breaking himself apart for you to feast, being on your call and foot every hour and moment of his days, simply noticing the way he looks at you. Pure adoration he offers you, but now as you walk back to your dorm beside him at almost 3 in the morning, tucking him in your bed his head in your chest as you kiss him good night, he knows adoration is not enough of a word

He loves you

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny �� i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

[lipglossanon]

Nobody's Listening When We're Alone

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{offshoot one shot; stepdad!Leon S Kennedy x fem!reader}

Anon asked for bilingual reader who’s overheard talking to her friend about how hot Leon is which leads to a nsfw situation cause she doesn’t know he’s been learning the language 🤭 hope you enjoy anon!!

as I’m not fluent in anything but English (I know like 3 phrases in Spanish and some hella basic ASL) and I don’t trust google translate to be correct, I’ve made the italicized portions to represent when speaking in reader’s native tongue

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, bilingual reader, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✌️ basically porn with no plot 😝

title from Dangerous by Big Data

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Your friend called as you started to walk into the kitchen, noticing that Leon’s already at the counter working on dinner. He smiles at you as you answer the phone and take a seat at the island. 

“Hey what’s up?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely a drag but what about you?”

“We should probably try and meet up this weekend then!”

After a while the conversation slips away from English to your native tongue. 

“No, yeah he’s here. He’s actually making dinner. You wanna pic? Hmm I’ll see if I can get a selfie.” 

“Ugh, he’s so hot, it’s stupid. I know.”

“You should see him after he comes back from a run or working out. God, he’s so sweaty and he’s wearing like hardly any clothes.”

“Mm yeah, mom’s so lucky and she doesn’t even know it. I’d be on my knees licking the sweat off of him.”

Looking over as Leon finishes adding some spices to whatever dish he’s making, you glance up and notice the time. 

“Oh shoot, I gotta call mom. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.”

You hang up the phone and smile at Leon as he sets down the mixing bowl. He walks over to your side of the island. 

“Probably should take that selfie right?” 

You gasp, eyes wide but Leon only steps behind you gesturing for you to pickup your phone. 

Shakily, you raise it up, the forward camera catching Leon nosing at your hairline and dropping a kiss on the shell of your ear. 

He turns his gaze to you in the camera as he cups your breasts through your shirt, thumbs grazing your nipples until they’re hard. 

“Naughty girl, not wearing a bra?” He rumbles in your ear, goosebumps raising across your arms. 

“Leon,” you mewl, eyes fluttering as he keeps tweaking and pinching your nipples through your flimsy shirt. 

He tsks, “Now, that’s not my name.”

“Daddy,” you whine, pushing your chest into his broad hands, thighs rubbing together to ease the ache pulsing in your clit. 

“There we go, such a good girl,” he murmurs, pinching your nipples even harder, watching as your eyes flutter  shut at the feeling. 

He plays with your tits as he tells you take a picture. Your hands shake but you manage to take a few. Lifting your shirt, he has you flashing your camera as his hands go back to groping you, fingertips flicking your hard nipples. 

“Take some more pictures baby,” he kisses your neck, “then send’em to me.”

Your clit throbs as your panties fill with slick, snapping half a dozen pics of Leon toying with your nipples. He watches over your shoulder as you open up your texts and send the pics over to him. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear making you whine. 

“Now let’s go up to your room, we got a few hours before your mom’s home.”

In no time at all, Leon’s pressing you face down in the pillow as he rails you into your bed, pillows falling off the side from the shaking. 

“Slutty girl I’ve got huh,” he laughs, humping his hips harder into your greedy pussy, “gotta teach you a lesson in manners.”

“Uh huh,” you drool, face turned to the side, ass raised in the air for Leon to fuck deeper into your wet hole, “daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” he groans, grinding his cock against your g-spot, “that’s so fucking hot, say it again little slut.”

“Daddy, daddy, please,” you chant, dizzy with arousal and drooling on the sheets.

“So good, such a tight fucking pussy,” he growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to tease across your clit, “gonna make you squirt all over me.”

“Leon,” you squeal as he picks up the pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit. 

“God, glad your mom’s not home,” he groans, chuckling when you clench down on him, “yeah don’t want her to see me fucking this little pussy, huh? Daddy just couldn’t help it honey, had to get my dick in your tight hole.”

You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock, “This is so wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know,” he smacks your ass, “it’s so dirty baby, but gotta get my dick wet somehow, right?”

You nod, “Yes, yes, need you in my pussy. Feels so good.”

“Yeah it does,” he laughs meanly, “best pussy I’ve had in a while.”

He shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs all against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets as he flicks and pinches your pudgy clit.

“Daddy, gonna cum,” you slur against the bed.

“Do it then,” he taunts, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard, “cum all over my cock, wanna feel this tight little pussy squeeze me.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re screaming out your orgasm against your drool coated sheets, pussy clamping rhythmically around Leon’s fat cock. 

“Oh honey, that feels so fucking good,” he praises you, hands slapping your ass again making you squeal, “fucking work that pussy on my cock, wanna cum inside you.”

“You can’t,” you whine back at him although you really wouldn’t mind it, pussy fluttering at the thought of Leon’s cum filling your cunt.

“You can’t stop me,” he laughs, “besides don’t you wanna know what it feels like? Ever had a boy creampie your cute little pussy before?”

“Nooo,” you whimper as Leon’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit, “never had one, s’bad, could get pregnant.”

Leon groans, “Yeah, that’s the point, guys like going raw so they can breed hot wet pussies like your’s, baby. C’mon, just let daddy fill you up, you know it’ll feel so good. Promise I won’t knock you up.”

You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter, “O-okay, but only if you promise I won’t get pregnant.”

He chuckles, “I promise I won’t give you a baby.”

You both are getting off to this fucked up scenario, both pretending like Leon’s promise actually holds any weight. 

“Cum in me, daddy,” you pant, mewling as his fingers rub your clit even faster, “want it, wanna feel it.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, hips snapping hard against your ass, “ready? Fucking take it, take your daddy’s load deep in this needy little pussy.”

You whine as you feel his hot cum filling your cunt, stuffing you so full it even drips out around his cock. He ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches when your second orgasm sweeps through you. 

He pulls out with a grunt, laying down on the bed next to you, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. 

He grins at you, smoothing his hand across your hair, “Maybe next time be a little more careful when talking with your friend, sweetheart.”

[vxperorchist]

Center Of Attention.

Lyney x Fem! Reader

You catch the eye of a certain magician during one of his shows, leading to an unexpected relationship.

I'm going through a Lyney phase help.

Warnings: None!

Theme: Fluff

This is not proofread, this is just me expressing my love for Lyney 😝

All eyes were on him. Always. That's how performing was. All-day, everyday. He was used to the stares and awestruck glances, it no longer bothered him.

That's when he accidentally lingered on a pair of captivating e/c eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. She was beautiful. He was caught off guard for a moment, but honestly he wasn't complaining.

He quickly got himself together and went on with the show. He made sure to glance a few extra times in her direction, lingering for a little too long.

He didn't seek approval from anyone, he knew his capabilities and how to impress a crowd. However, he found himself seeking her approval. A gasp, a smile, anything to tell him he was impressing her. Seeing her smile made him smile.

The show felt longer than usual, but maybe that was simply because this was one of the rare occurrences he wanted to be done. He wanted to see her again.

The show ended and he quickly went backstage, only to exit to the front lobby. He knew who he was looking for.

He found her, striking up a conversation with another girl, a friend perhaps. He waited for his opportunity to get her somewhat secluded, away from the many fans.

He found an opening and went for it.

"Hello Miss, I wanted to ask you a question if you have time to spare." He asked quickly, almost nervously.

Your eyes widened as the magician approached you. "Oh, Lyney! What a surprise. I have time to spare, what's up?" You tried to conceal your happiness to meet someone who was so well known. He was a lot cuter up close as well.

He snapped and a rose appeared from thin air. It stood in between his thumb and pointer finger, gently placing it in your hand. "Would you like V.I.P tickets for my next performance? I enjoy meeting new people, and I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd." He smiled, magic is what he did best, it was impressive.

"I'd love that, your performance was amazing today." You felt your cheeks go warm, rose in hand. "I'm glad you think so, that's the goal!" He replied confidently.

The two of you fell into idle chatter about personal lives. Lyney was genuinely so sweet and charismatic.

Your conversation was brought to an ending when Lynette called for Lyney, signaling it was time to go home.

"I unfortunately have to be going now, but I hope to see you around. I'll be looking forward to seeing you at my next show." He winked and disappeared (not literally 😭) into the hallway he came from.

The next show came quicker than expected, afterwards he continued with the tradition of talking to you. He greeted you with a rose once more.

"I'm glad you were able to make it." He smiled, watching your body language, trying to learn as much as he could about you.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." You replied, obviously flirting with him. "I'd like to keep this streak going, would you be so kind to be in my audience again?" He asked, he knew what you would say, but he felt a rush of adrenaline.

"I'd be delighted to." You responded, smiling at the hopeful glint in his eyes. "I think I've found my favorite audience member." He laughed as the two of you walked around the lobby. "I'd love for you to meet my sister." He said enthusiastically, showing you the way to backstage where Lynette was.

He introduced the two of you, you managed to hit it off right away. Contrary to popular belief, Lynette was a sweet girl. Many people simply didn't get the chance to speak to her.

From then on you attended most of, if not all of Lyneys shows. He'd never got tired of those beautiful eyes on him. In fact, he didn't want you to lay your eyes on anyone else that way.

After every show, and every time you met up, he surprised you with a flower. It had become a tradition at this point. One you always looked forward to as well.

"Thank you Lyney." You giggled at the new flower that had appeared out of thin air. "I took some of Lynette's advice and found this one for you." You smiled at him, he was so thoughtful, a natural flirt too.

The three of you started to hang out more outside of performances, whether it be strolling around the city or taking a walk outside of the opera house.

You and Lyney got your fair share of alone time too when Lynette was busy. He became increasingly flirty, managing to leave lingering touches that wouldn't seem to go away.

He had a way with words, but also a way of making sure he never left your mind. He wanted to be your Center of Attention.

Lyney was a sweet boy. When he wasn't performing at large venues such as the Opera House, he was entertaining those who couldn't make it to his shows. That could range from young children to the elderly, either way they loved him. You found yourself not only loving his magic, but loving him.

You were an observer, watching him make other people happy in the nation he loved. It made you happy seeing him happy. It worked the same way for him. If him performing was making you happy, it made him happy.

He confessed his feelings through a letter left on your seat during one of his performances. You found your seat with a small note on the chair. "To my favorite audience member, it delights me to have you watch my shows. I find myself yearning for your company every time we are apart. With that being said, I wish to not be apart from you any longer." It wasn't direct, but you understood the message.

You couldn't contain your smile as you say down, holding the letter in your hand.

When he finally came out onstage and locked eye contact with you, he smiled. It was an adorable, meaningful smile. You lifted the note in your lap, just enough for him to see and nodded. Showing him you understood. That made him laugh a bit, not skipping a beat with the speech he was giving.

The performance was enchanting, it was truly beautiful.

After the show you waited for him, the letter was still in hand. He quickly walked over to you, not containing his wide grin. He snapped and a flower appeared once more. You weren't looking at the flower this time. This time, you were looking at his lips. The only thing you could think of is how badly you wanted to kiss him.

Apparently, he caught on to your not-so-subtle stare. He moved the flower towards your face, placing it in your hair. His other hand gently caressed your cheek. In one swift motion, he then kissed you.

It was gentle and sweet. Exactly like him. Both of his hands were caressing your face softly.

He then pulled back and rested his forehead on yours. "Thank you for being my favorite audience member."

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please PT. 6

Words: 1400

Y/N's POV:

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of nervous to meet Jenna's friends. What if I fuck up? What if I'm accidentally a little rude? Or what if they all around don't like me?

God I sound like a teenager meeting their partner's parents for the first time.

I really enjoy spending time with Jenna, though, and I don't want her friends not liking me to mess that up. 

My phone pings with a text from Nessa.

                           Nessa😝

Girl, pull your shit together and get your

ass into that pizza shop. No I'm not stalking 

you, I just know you well enough by now.

                                                                            OK fine.

I timidly step into the store, the warm scent of baking pizza wafting around me.

"Y/N, over here!" I can hear Jenna exclaim, waving me over to her table. She's sitting with a few other people.

"These are my castmates, Emma, Joy, Georgie, and Hunter. Castmates, this is Y/N," Jenna excitedly introduces us.

"Hi, nice to meet you guys," I smile, waving stupidly.

"Nice to meet you too," Joy says kindly, "Jenna's told us to much about you."

I can see Jenna hide her face from me a little.

"Oh really, what's she said?" I ask innocently.

"Just how pretty, funny and kind-" Emma starts.

"Hey, have you guys seen that new baking show with the engineers?" Jenna interrupts. Darn it, I really wanted to know where Emma was going with that.

"No, none of us have the time to do that," Georgie laughs, "I'm surprised you do, honestly."

"No I watched it before we got here," she says quickly.

"So," Hunter starts, immediately way better at changing the subject, "What are some cool sites around Romania I should check out. I have a lot more free time on my hands with this show because I don't have to learn new hobbies, so I wanna get to know the area."

"Oh, well Jenna can tell you I'm an amazing tour guide," I start, "You have got to go to Bran castle, after all, it's said to be the home of Dracula. In reality, it was just a castle that Vlad Dracul once went to, but Bran Castle is the place Bram Stoker based Dracula's castle off of. So that makes it pretty cool."

"That's so cool, I'll have to take Naomi with me," he grins, "thanks for the recommendation."

"Oh yeah, perfect for her because you know, who she plays," Emma winks, "Sorry, we can't share a lot of details with cast outsiders," she says sadly.

"We'd love to share more, but we're under legal agreements," Joy adds.

"I totally get it," I say, feeling the slightest bit left out, but otherwise enjoying myself.

"Hey, so what's the deal with queer acceptance around here?" Hunter asks quietly, "because I want to propose to my boyfriend when he comes to visit in a few months but I don't know how publicly I can do that."

"Oh my god you're gonna propose?!" everyone at the table shrieks, all congratulating him individually.

"I'd like to, but I just need to know from a local," he says, looking to me.

"So, people do have the right to discriminate against you for being queer, and you certainly can't do the actual wedding here, but most people in Busteni aren't that homophobic. And I'm a queer person, so I'd say I'm a pretty good source," I tell him, "I'd say the worst outcome is if it's in front of tourists, because you never know what they'll do."

"Thank you so much," he tells me, "you're awesome."

"Glad I can help," I say happily. So at least one of her friends likes me.

"So, Y/N, how long have you lived in Romania?" Joy asks.

"About three years now," I answer truthfully.

"Wow, so you came at sixteen?" 

"Yeah," I say, eager to change the subject, "so how are you guys liking Romania so far?"

"People can definitely tell we're not from here," Emma giggles, "I mean, not speaking Romanian is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, we're pretty good at being able to tell just from the language you speak," I laugh, "I only get away with it because I grew up speaking it."

"Woah, so you grew up bilingual?" Emma questions.

"Yeah, my mom grew up in Romania and my dad went to college here, so they both would speak it with me when I was a kid," I explain.

"Oh that's cool."

The rest of the night goes pretty similarly, all of us getting to know one another. I learn that Jenna used to autopsy little animals like the true Wednesday she is, which I found hilarious. I learned that Emma had to go to a werewolf bootcamp to get better at stunts. They were all such interesting people.

 By the end of the night I think they actually might not hate me! Success.

"Hey, Y/N, can I walk you home?" Jenna asks.

"Sure," I smile. The rest of the group exchange looks, and file out of the pizza shop.

"I think my friends like you," she tells me as we get up from out seats.

"You do?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah, they wouldn't have talked to you as much as they did if they didn't."

"Well in any case, I'm glad they're okay with me," I laugh.

"Yeah, me too," she smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning her head on the side of my arm as we walk down the street. It's fully dark out, and the only thing lighting the street up are the old gas powered street lamps. Oh my god I hope she can't see my blush. She's so adorable.

"I was so worried they were gonna hate me," I confess after a few minutes of silence.

"Why would they do that?" she asks, "you're a lovely person." Hearing her say that melts my heart. She thinks I'm a lovely person!

"I'm glad you think that, but I don't think everyone shares that opinion."

"Well they're stupid, but in any case, thank you for coming to dinner with me tonight. My friends really wanted to meet you."

"Yeah, I bet it's because you told them how pretty funny and kind I was," I tease her. I can just barely see the blush on her face under the soft glow of the street lamps.

"I can't believe she told you I said that," she shakes her head.

"Oh so you did say it," I inquire.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she confesses. Wow, I can't believe she really thinks all that about me.

"Well what else did you tell them?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"Such as?"

"W-well you know, the things you tell your friends when you like someone," she starts, "like what we say to each other, or the jokes we have. Or what we do when we hang out. You know, that stuff." Oh my god, she likes me. Like, likes me likes me,

"So you like me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I like you!" she all but shouts, "your sense of humor is amazing, you're beautiful, you don't judge me for anything I say or do, and you always want to hear what I have to say." Well what do I even say to that? Saying I like you too feels cheesy and like something a child would say.

We've come to a stop now, right outside my apartment. We're only inches apart, her beautiful brown eyes glistening in the light.

"Please say something, Y/N," she says quietly.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly. She exhales in relief before nodding intently.

I cup her cheek, bringing our lips together. It feels like fireworks are going off with my stomach. She wraps her arms around my waist. I never realized kissing someone could feel this right. I can taste the tropical chapstick on her soft lips, and smell her subtle perfume. 

What feels like both an eternity or also less than a second later, we pull away, both smiling.

"So I'll see ya for coffee tomorrow?" she asks.

"You can count on it," I smile. She pulls me into an embrace, burying her head in my shoulder. We stay like that peacefully for a minute, swaying in the wind.

"I have an early start tomorrow, so I should get home now," she tells me.

"Aww okay. I understand. Well, good night gorgeous," I quickly lean down to kiss her again. Her smile widens.

"Good night, Y/N/N," she blows me a kiss before walking off.

Wow. What a night.

A/N: I know Y/N is supposed to be mostly customizable, but I swear the thing with the parents WILL make sense later! love u guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter:)

Random Notes: 

- I'm not making up that the lipstick jenna used on the set of Wednesday was in fact made from tropical fruit. 

- Eidolon is actually a real pizza place in Busteni.

- I spent HOURS on the tour chapter learning about places in Busteni. Finding the places on SnapMap, reading their reviews, and cross referencing the information. I also spent a while learning about Romanian geography. Romanians, I'm so sorry if I'm not doing your country the justice it deserves.

- A lot of the laws around queer people in Romania are less than progressive, but being queer in itself is legal.

[cuupidsss]

Can you write another part for Euphoricly Gone? :3 I love it a whole whole lot

-Just for you ig, I’ll try 😝

(I found this random gif, idk where it’s from but oh well✌️)

Euphorically Gone 2

Ding, ding, ding.

It’s Saturday, you love saturdays. You head hurts though, maybe this Saturday was one of those Saturday’s where you aren’t happy.

You turn in your bed and try to sleep a little more but the constant singing from your phone isn’t helping at all.

You turn over and yank your phone off the desk next to your bed, groaning loudly. You open up the group chat, figuring that’s where all the notifications are from.

There just saying good morning, which is weird cause they usually don’t do that but your polite so you type a reply back quickly.

Another message pops up, it’s a photo. A photo of a bag. Your bag. Your small plastic baggy. A question pops up but by then you’ve closed the chat.

Why now? The bag was on a desk too.. do you say you don’t know who’s it is? You open back up the chat, everyone’s conversing. It’s not mine, you convince yourself before typing that in and throwing your phone to the end of your bed.

You get up and think.. are you gonna get ready for today? You could just sit around, but you need something to take what just happened off your mind.

As you get ready you ask yourself some dumb questions, how would they know it’s yours? Do they know? How? How? How? Did they look inside. Your notifications go off again and you are already done getting ready. You fix your hair in your mirror before rushing over to your phone.

You look at the message, a message from Tyler. Why was that asshole messaging you? Especially right now.

You looked at the contact for a moment, should you answer? You don’t want to but you might as well. Also.. whats with him just saying your name? No hi or hello?

The attitude you have right now is unwarranted but you could care a lot less. What the hell is wrong with him? Why can’t he just mind his businesses? This was more than irritating. Your phone goes off again but this time you ignore it. You put your phone on do not disturb and put it on the charger, it was at 17% since it didn’t charge last night.

You need a new charger. This one can last a little longer though, and you don’t feel like shopping.. so it’s decided, you’ll get one tomorrow.

A knock on your door suddenly startles you, “come in?” You say, it must be your sister since you and her are the only two people home at the moment. Your parents are still on the trip.

“Wanna go get McDonald’s with me?” She asks once she walks in. You look at her and think.. McDonald’s?

“Ew, McDonald’s right now? Let’s get like..” you think for a moment.

“McDonald’s or nothing.” She immediately shuts down your hopes of getting Culver’s. You nod and she quickly tells you to be out at the car in 5 minutes or she’s leaving without you.

You grab your phone that’s only charges to 27% and walk downstairs and out to the driveway. You jump into the vechile as your sister immediately starts driving.

You pull your hair back into a ponytail, holy shit it’s hot as hell put today. You take off the sweater you put on.

“Why are you taking your sweater off?” You sister asks, suddenly interested in what your doing. “It’s not even that hot.”

“I don’t know, I’m just sweaty all of a sudden.” You try to be nonchalant about it. The car goes silent, the only sound is the dumb song your sister is playing and the bumping of the road.

“(Name).” Your sister suddenly speaks up, “are you..” she’s silent, taking a breathe in before exhaling, “are you doing that stuff again? I’m just sayi-“

“No. Why does everyone think I’m on drugs!? I’m literally not!” Liar. “I’m not a druggie! Oh my fucking god!” Your sister snaps her head at you for a moment, a sudden reaction of anger at your language.

“First of all, you shouldn’t be talking like that. Second of all, when people do drugs it fucks up their body temperatures! Look at me.. am I sweating? Am i overwhelmed by the heat? No I’m not.” Valid points, but you know if you’d admit to getting back into that stuff again you’ll be in trouble. “Listen, I’m just trying to look out for you.” She stops at a red light.

“Okay, sorry. I’m just tired of everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You mutter, loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah well what can you expect? You used to rage out on mom whenever she tried to help you, we had to send you to rehab.” You bite your lip at the memory. “What do you want from McDonald’s anyway?” The sudden question catches you off guard.

“Fries and some sprite.” You look out the window, not wanting to face her, not wanting to face anybody. Your sister orders and in no time your both driving back home with the junk food.

Once your home you sprint to your room, closing the door behind you and leaning on it.

“Shit.” You immediately take your drawer out of its place in your dresser. You had hid some of your stuff here, you look at it. It’s still there, you take it off and shove it in the bottom of your school bag.

You look at your phone, it’s dead. You had been on it most of the ride so it’s expected, you throw it on the charger and sit on your bed lazily. You look out the window in your room. Today had already been exhausting and it was barely even 2:00. What time had you woken up?

You’ve been up for like.. an hour so.. holy shit. You woke up at like 1:00? New record you suppose. A small nap wouldn’t hurt? Even if you had slept in obnoxiously late it would be fine.

Yeah it wasn’t fine, you woke up at 6:00 at night to knocking on your fucking window. You shoot up, what the freak?

You run to your window, knowing this is how all horror movies start and peek outside. What is Aiden doing outside your window? How did he even.. whatever it doesn’t matter now. You open your window.

“What the hell, Aiden?” You whisper yell, the sun is setting and he should be at home.

“Hi! What are you doing, (name)?” How is he being so nonchalant about this?

“Oh.. um.. I was just napping but-“ you stop, was he trying to confuse you, “what are you doing here?” He laughs at your question.

“Ashlyn want to go to the graveyard!” He smiles at you, “wanna come?” You think for a moment. With what Tyler said in the messages earlier it seems like everyone knows but you doubt that’s the case, especially with Aiden acting normal.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll walk down there in a minute.” You agree.

“I can walk with you. If you want?” You nod at his suggestion, telling him to go to your front door and you’ll be outside in a jiffy. You walk out your room but grab your phone, as your walking down the hallway you hear someone call for you.

“Where are you going?” It’s your sister, great.

“I’m just going to hangout with Aiden and Ashlyn.” You say, “the others might be there, I don’t know.” Your being honest and truthful but her face doesn’t seem to trust you very much.

“Okay.. you can go I guess.” You frown, you weren’t asking for permission but a win is a win. You wave her off and walk out the front door and see Aiden, he’s standing there awkwardly, atleast to you. He seems to be enjoying himself.

you’d talk but you weren’t in the mood, instead you walk past him, expecting him to follow. half way through the walk you want to go back, maybe this was a bad idea. was it a bad idea? God, no, you need to go back.

“Aiden.. man.. um, i don’t feel so good.” you stop, suddenly, the night air making you shiver. it’s silent for a moment, before you can feel him look at you.

“how come?” he asks, tilting his head, his hand on your shoulder.. suddenly it doesn’t feel inviting, just pitiful.

“my stomach hurts. i think it was the mcdonald’s i ate earlier.” he hums at your shitty excuse. he then laughs a little, and keeps walking, ignoring you? you blink. “i think i might have to-“

“no, come on.” she says, urging you to follow him. you stop everything for a moment, suddenly irritated. who was he to tell YOU what to do? huh? HUH? he didn’t even see concerned, what the hell.

but you don’t say that, you don’t speak. you just breathe in and keep walking, behind him now, but still following, like a lost puppy. it’s humiliating.. almost.

your at the graveyard and then your not, your suddenly sitting down with Aiden in the bus.. the empty bus. a bus that is empty, am i specifying that the bus is empty

“are they not here yet?” you sit down, getting comfortable, Aiden sits in the seat next to you. all these seats and he sits in the same one as you? okay.

“there not coming.” you turn to him, he turns to you, you turn to eachother.

“what.” it wasn’t even a question, just a word to explain your exasperation at what he said.

“your such a bad liar, you know that? your kind of funny.. in your own way.” he leans closer to you, you lean back, mad, mad at him.

“Aiden, i- what? what is wrong with you?” you spit at him, grumbling, standing up and walking around him, suddenly upset, what is this?

a ruffle, a crumpling sound, a dreaded sound, a odd sound but undoubtedly familiar. you gulp, feeling your throat clog up. suddenly you actually feel sick, like it isn’t a joke anymore.. or a lie.

“you don’t have to act like that,” he says, smiling a little less. it felt like you were being mocked. like a rat caught in an cage, a fox looming over and covering it with its paw.

suddenly your so angry, so hateful, so disgusted, you can’t even talk, can’t even scream. so you do what you can, you drop dramatically, your head practically attached to your knees, and you babble, about something, about nothing, about something.. you don’t know.

“i hate you, i hate you so much.” you scream, throwing a tantrum. but Aiden doesn’t speak, you think he just looks at you, and maybe sighs.. maybe he grabs you by your arm, sitting next to you and just pats you awkwardly. or maybe it’s not Aiden, maybe it’s Ben, and maybe the other person standing over you isn’t Aiden, it’s Ashlyn and god, is she awkward. and maybe, just maybe the person on the other side of you is Taylor, looking confused and the person standing next to Ashlyn infront of you is sighing and standing as if HE told you so, maybe it is Tyler, the asshole.

all of them, here, you want to throw up all over them and run. which would be insanely gross. you can’t help but rip your hair out, stop looking at me, is all you can think.

“(name).” a voice says, which one of them is it? it’s like.. it’s like a female voice but like not high pitched. “stop.” you hear more of it. you feel someone flick your hand. “stop acting like this.”

“leave me alone!” you can’t help but scream, pushing away anyone trying to touch you, “i can’t believe this! i hate you!” you try to get up but all of this is to much and you can’t bring yourself to do anything. choking on your own tears.

“(name), it’s okay, we’re not mad.” this time you know who it is, it’s Taylor, she’s so amazing, is what you would think if you weren’t so out of it.

“this is humiliating..” you mutter, loudly. how can you mutter loudly? you don’t know. you just needed to breathe. You hear someone take a step infront of you, before the sit down, and Ashlyn follows and so does Aiden. someone walks onto the bus, logan, before sitting down.

now your all in a circle, no one says anything before another person speaks up.

“so, how is everyone’s day?” what? huh? what the fuck is Tyler talking about.

“good, a little stressful. i’ve been really worried about a friend of mine.” Taylor quickly says, sighing dramatically.

“me too, what a coincidence.” Ashlyn speaks up, almost rushed. this makes you feel annoyed but in seconds their all talking about YOU, infront of you.

suddenly another person speaks, “mhm, she’s just been really distant and i can’t help but think she’s not okay.” Tyler, tyler, tyler Hernandez. wow. oh, wow.

“how could we help this friend, what do you think, (name)?” you don’t know how to feel. should you be shocked that Logan is talking so confidently and out of character or proud of him?

“i..” you bite your lip, peeking out from your knees, looking at all of the questioning glances. “i don’t know.” you feel bad for being so mean earlier, a rush of unhappiness and guilt washing over you.

“just be nice.” you finally spit out. it’s silent for a moment before Aiden laughs, the tension is sub-sides. Taylor laughs and then Tyler is rolling his eyes, Logan is smiling and so is Ben.

Ashlyn just sits there before letting out a chuckle of her own.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“okay.” you smile at this, okay? such a simple word but yet it was so comforting, it felt so comforting. you repeat it in your head. everything is going to be okay.

[mimisempai]

Loving touch

Summary

You don't always need words to speak the language of love.

Notes

Short and sweet because sometimes you just need it

On Ao3

Rating G -  627 words

Kisses, embraces, touches... 

They now had so many ways to express their love for each other. 

After years of deprivation, for Aziraphale and Crowley, all of these gestures were generously given or received. To each, they were so precious, meant only to reassure, to love, to soothe, to comfort.

They could just happen, without warning, just because one of them felt like it.

A touch that says I love you

Aziraphale was closing the bedroom shutters and hadn't heard Crowley arrive. Still, accustomed to the demon's touch, he barely flinched as the hands slid gently under his pajama top until they tied over his belly. Aziraphale leaned back against Crowley's chest, enjoying his comforting warmth.

He let his head fall back on Crowley's shoulder as the demon's hands traced soft circles on his stomach. Crowley's lips brushed the nape of his neck, causing Aziraphale to hum with contentment.

Covering the hand resting on his stomach with his own, Crowley spread his fingers to accommodate the angel's, intertwining his fingers with Aziraphale's as his lips placed a soft kiss on the angel's cheek.

Aziraphale brought their intertwined hands to his lips.

He asked softly, "Will you think me sappy if I tell you I've never been this happy?"

The demon chuckled softly and replied, "Absolutely, but I like that sappiness, so you can go on."

The Angel chuckled back against the back of Crowley's hand before he turned and wrapped his arms around the demon's neck and said softly, "It's maybe sappy, but it's true, you know. What I said."

He snuggled up to the demon, who pressed a kiss to his hair before murmuring, "It's the same for me, angel."

A short time later, they were in bed, tucked under the covers, and Aziraphale's hands were gently running over Crowley's shoulder as the demon lay against him, his head resting on the angel's chest.

The demon sighed contentedly as Aziraphale's fingers continued down to Crowley's back. 

A light, delicate touch.

The demon was enjoying this seemingly random and aimless caress when he suddenly realized that Aziraphale's fingers were repeating the same motion.

It was as if the angel was writing something on the skin of his back.

Crowley concentrated, trying to follow the movements of Aziraphale's fingers; they weren't English, but they were letters, and the cycle repeated itself over and over again.

Crowley shut out all his other senses to focus solely on the touch of Aziraphale's fingers.

What word was he writing over and over again?

The demon frowned, concentrating until he connected all the curves and dots, and when finally he did, he gasped. 

Je t’aime.

Love. 

In French.

Crowley didn't know what was more overwhelming at that moment, the fact that Aziraphale had written "Love" on his back, or the fact that he had written it in French. 

The language he knew least, but the language of love. 

Amour.

Crowley lifted his head and said softly, "You don't need to know how to say it in words, under your fingers, your French is absolutely perfect."

The demon cupped the angel's face in his hands and said softly, "Je t'aime, mon ange."

Then he pressed his lips to Aziraphale's and emphasized his words with a soft kiss that lasted for a few moments before the angel pulled away and replied in his adorable accent, "Je t'aime, mon adorable démon."

Then he pressed a light kiss to Crowley's lips before repeating the words over and over again until he collapsed on top of him laughing, his laughter mingling with Crowley's.

When the laughter subsided, they snuggled back together and Aziraphale continued his gentle caresses on Crowley's skin.

No matter the language, the words, the touches, the kisses.

It all meant the same.

It meant love.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2) 

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[such-a-barbarian]

Weekly Tag Game!

I've been MIA on vacation with the family, so I've missed a few of these. But I am now back in the land of ice and snow so figured I hop on this one quick! Thanks to @francesrose3, @juliakayyy and @jrooc for this week's tags and to all the lovelies who tagged me last week in things I didn't respond to. 😝

name: Kell

age: closer to Noel then Cameron

star sign: a non-believing Aries

your first language: English

second language: I can speak a grade 9 Ontario level French, which basically means I can say very useful phrases like "I am a pineapple in a library".

favorite lip product: The Body Shop has a line of Hemp products including a lip balm that I am a big fan of.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: My hubby is a big fan of the meatballs I make. I also make a pretty mean hidden veggie mac and cheese (the things you learn with toddlers at home...)

If you drink tea, what kind? I have a cup of Tetley orange pekeo every morning.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? I do not drink coffee

favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: Besides Gallavich scenes on repeat? My top watched channel is the Try Guys. 🤷🏻‍♀️

favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: Honestly, probably Buzzfeed. lol

favorite item of clothing right now: My oversized bright pink hoodie from my local independent ice cream shop, with the most adorable ice cream logo on it.

favorite item of clothing in 2012: probably also some type of oversized hoodie

fandom

three movies you recommend: Not really sure if these fit the 'fandom' category but my 3 fav movies of all time: The Princess Bride, Best in Show and The Newsies.

your favorite concert: This is tough, I've seen a lot of great shows! But many moons ago when my hubby and I were first dating Everlast came to a music fest in town. My hubby is a huge fan so we went together and it was a miserable day, pouring rain and cold, but we had SUCH a good time. Cause of the rain it was a pretty small but mighty crowd and Everlast was awesome. It is just such a good memory for me!

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Nope. This is the only fandom I have ever really participated in and it's been lovely!

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? Please see above

the best tv show you watched last year: Schimgadoon! Just finishing season 2 now and I am so very sad season 3 wasn't picked up.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? I will never be over the fact that Arianna Grande was cast as Glinda in the Wicked Movie when they could’ve had Dove Cameron.

a ship you’ve abandoned: I was super into Belle and Shawn from Days of Our Lives back in the day. I read a bunch of fanfic, but never really interacted in the fandom. But once the original actors left the show and I grew out of high school they lost appeal to me.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? haha. share with who? on tumblr? probably 10 - nothing would shock any of you. With a random person in my everyday life...probably zero. haha

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) I am tattoo free and at this point in my life will mostly remain that way.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? 🤷‍♀️

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Definitely. The worst for me was How I Met Your Mother. It still makes me so mad.

have you…

swam in an ocean? Many times. Just last week in fact! Thank you, Mexico!

ever been vegan/vegetarian? Nope, we try to do meatless Monday in our house to mix things up but I enjoy meat too much to go full vegetarian.

gone skinny dipping? yup. It is a backcountry camping must!

gone skiing? A ton! It's been a few years since being pregnant/having babies isn't conducive to skiing, but I adore it. It is my favourite winter activity!

been to a convention? nope.

I’ll tag @tanktopgallavich @transmickey @callivich @zutaralesbian @iansw0rld @krysmiss @lupeloto @catluvver118 If you feel like it this week!

[galadriels-silmarillion]

Starlight in her eyes

Relationship: Luthien tinuviel x fem*human reader

Summary: Resting with Luthien under a willow tree.

Fluff and feelings ♡

Disclaimer: Englisch is NOT my first language so I'm very very sorry if there are mistakes☹️

Wrote this in class😝

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The nightsky begins stretching over the never ending horizon the last bits of sunshine fading away, creating a calm atmosphere.

My head is resting against Luthiens comfortable lap, slender delicate fingers brushing through my hair untangling strands that are sticking together. She's leaning against a beautiful willow tree that we've discovered earlier. Now it's late and the stars shine upon us.

The chill breeze tickles my face making me shiver.I roll my head upwards then, a piercing gaze catches my eyes the moment I my eyes searchfor hers. She smiles at me then, I can't help but to smile back.

"Tinuviel"; I say, Nightingale, for what else should I say when she looks at me? The most beautiful woman I've ever laid my gaze upon. No, she is beauty herself, kind, wise and calm.

"Are you too cold? We can go back if you wish to." she says.She always asks me this, an eldar does not feel the cold like man do.

"No I'm all right now," I reach out to her hand. Her fingers more slender and delicate than mine. I kiss them, her knuckles, her tips, her palm. She chuckles slightly, her face gaining a red hue. I rise myself from her as much, as I do not want to.

I now sit opposite of her, her eyes not leaving me once. I study her face again, familiar outlines branding into my brain again. I could stare at her forever. Her hand comes up and brushes my hair out of my face.

"Your beautiful" her voice a beautiful melody even if shes only speaking. I say nothing, it sounds absurd when shes right infront of me, more beautiful than all the gems in this world, even more than life. But I know she can't lie. Not to me. I can believe her now, it sound true when she says it I would believe everything she says.

"If you say so" i say in a more neutral tone. I cup her face, my thumb brushing her face. Those moments I cherish most. We do not have forever, someday I will pass on. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

I lean into her kissing her carefully, soft lips meeting my own. She kisses me back with a little more force than I did. Our lips meet eachother more passionately, again and again.I part from her my nose brushing hers in the process.

I stay there, our foreheads touching. I smile again, this time I feel completed. Love spreading inside of me making me feel giddy.

I've never thought, that the one I would've loved, would be an Elder. On top of that a princess and the daughter of a Maiar.

It still feels strange at times, but when she looks at me with all the love and adoration in the world. I believe than that nothing could part us.

I would find her and she would find me I every lifetime in every world.

I would know her then, for she is my light, my life, my love, my Luthien.

[adoresia]

Tell me more about your spidersona

I'm interested :3

YES BAE OFCC 😋😋

also ima use this post to say im sorry for being inactive i just took a quick break from my phone after shit went down irl but its all good now! 😝

Anyways MY SPIDERSONA :

Name : Astra

Age : 15

height : 5’6

race : Black carribean

ethnicity : Bajan / Hatian

Hometown : Greenwich, London

Nationality : British

Speaking languages : French, English.

Bit of backstory :

She lives in a tiny apartment In south east london, with her mum. Who she doesn’t even recognise anymore. Her father left her and her mother for another woman when she was 4 years old. Everything was fine before then though? no arguments, no divorce notices? no not getting along? it was just… normal. Until he packed up and left, and she just watched him with the two huge bags in his hands. Packed with everything he owned.

While her mother sobbed and begged for him to stay, astra did nothing except watch him walk away, treating her mother like a street beggar.

It beats her up to this day. The way she just observed one of the people she was meant to look up to walk out of her life just like that.

It wasn’t easy trying to adapt to life as a single mother, so the same way her husband walked away she was made to think astra did too. She just reminded her more and more of the person who ruined her life.

So she turned to drinking and taking drugs. And again astra just watched. She just watched yet another person walk out of her life and did nothing, though you couldn’t really blame her she was 4. But its still engraved in her mind like an old television stuck on replay, it haunted her.

Now her mother was unrecognisable, lost in the shadows of drugs and alcohol. Waiting day by day for her husband to miraculously come back, so that they could go back to the life they used to live.

But it never happened.

So Astra grew up on her own, and every night she’d go for a walk outside. And gazed interestingly at the stars. Since she believed that maybe, one day a shooting star would fly past her. And one day bring her dad back home.

Thus the name Astra.

Spider bite :

After a long history of looking at stars from afar she worked hard and made up enough money to buy herself a traditional telescope.

One day while she was looking at the stars a spider crawled down the telescope onto her hand and bit her, i might go into detail with this laterr

Interesting facts :

She enjoys stargazing of course, she believed her father was a shooting star. And maybe he would turn up again! (yeah he never did)

She plays sports (sometime) : Volleyball and badminton. But not competitively, just for funsies with her friends. Mostly in school during PE or acter school clubs. (friends dragged her into it but it was fun the first time so she just gave in)

She enjoys crochetinggg 😝 (never finishes her pieces.) There could be like 4 unfinished works under her bed and she just started a new one (me.) she picked up crocheting from her mother, and does it in her spare time.

She used to cook with her mom but now she just cooks by herself, doesn’t mind it though. The music blasting in her ears is all she needs😻 (until she accidentally cuts her finger off.)

Yeah this is what i had in my notes its not a lot but ima add onto itt 😋

[medusapelagia]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I wanted to do this so badly that I cheated and copied it from @just-my-latest-hyperfixation... sorry 😝!

How many works do you have on AO3?

100 Today!!! Even if I have more stories here on Tumblr that I will post on Ao3 sooner or later.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

728.469

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mainly Stranger Things but I posted a couple of The Witcher fics (one is my anon!) and I'm working on a couple of WIPs

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

28 AU-gust: Royalty  Never Again  I'm so good at telling lies (That came from my mother's side)  Ghost  My lucky charm  (All Steddie)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! Even if sometimes I'm a little embarrassed because I feel that "Thank you" is not enough to express what I feel every time I receive a comment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sorrow, a very sad little Harringrove with character death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard... but at the moment the one that holds my heart is I'm so good at telling lies and no, the last chapter hasn't been posted yet!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm looking forward to the moment someone will actually write something awful about my stories, but for the moment I was lucky enough to have only mildly bad comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do but I try to keep it sweet and, apart from some PWPs, it usually takes a lot for my character to get to the smut part: they have to earn it!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I wrote a crossover between The Crow and Stranger Things (It can't rain all the time) and some crossover for a Metalsandwhich event. The crazy one I wrote is a crossover between Jurassic Park and Kinktober for the Metalsandwich Movie Marathon, but it was so fun! 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I started writing in Italian and translated two of my fics into English (one of them being one of the longest fics I wrote). Never again: it takes forever and it's super boring because I already know the story😅

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Ages ago, when I used to write in Italian on another platform I did. It was a LOTR fic Aragorn/Legolas and it was a wonderful experience but I don't think I would be able to do the same in English.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

in this moment Steddie, but I'm a big fan of Harringrove and Metalsandwich too.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'll finish all of them because for me it's a pac.t between me and my readers: they give me their trust and I don't want to disappoint them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm a very fast writer and I try to do my best to be better every time I start a new story

17.What are your writing weaknesses?

I always have to fight a bit with the smut scenes because it's a subtle equilibrium between being too clinical and letting the characters enjoy themselves.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I did it and I can do it easily because I speak four languages but in reality, I used it only one time: if the story needs it it's ok but sometimes it sounds farfetched

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fic I wrote ages ago was for City Hunter (a Japanese manga), after that, I wrote for Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Now, after almost 15 years, I'm back thanks to Steddie!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Honestly? Always the next one I'm working on.

My no pressure tags are @dragonflylady77 , @destroya-hargrove, @kallisto-k , @spaceofentropy , @lorifragolina , @rindecisions

[probablysimpledreams]

Omg hello Cam nation life has been wild but I wanna be on here more LOL I have two fics in the works rn (one Cora<3 and one Asahi <3 I have really been on my large and scary looking but actually loser sweetheart man kick lately <333) so hopefully spring break brings me creative energy or refreshes me so post-spring break me gets a creative streak

more to come regarding that

ANYWAYS

I started this post off half an edible last night and now am having a margarita at the airport since my flight got delayed💀 and since life has been crazy so the self ship brain rot has been INSANE lately esp bc me and one of my besties rewatched a bunch of HQ!! lately so I've been thinking about Asahi and am about to share all these ideas<3 I'm putting in undercut feel free to interact or share any of your self ships

We def met in class like some elective literature course. Our majors are so different with me being in anthropology and him in fashion school we both would pick some random historical literature class just to do something different and get out of our own departments. It would take at least half the semester for us to star talking though. I am notorious for a little classroom crush so I fell in love on sight, constantly talked about him to my friends, constantly had my friends asking if I had talked to him yet, stalked his Instagram to learn about him, etc. And though Asahi has a better grip on his anxiety when in college, he's still prone to anxious habits and after how people saw him in high school as "scary" he is not one to put himself out there. So he ends up having a lil classroom crush on me as the days go by and as I speak out more in class. I love a good chance to talk which I think he'd admire and it would make him fall for me. Half way through the semester I would finally make the move by asking him to be my partner on the newest assignment for the class. We'd both just be standing there like "holy fuck this hot person is talking to me" but not realize that the other is thinking it too LMAO. But you know as time went on and we got closer (being project partners meant the BEST reason to get his number see I be PLANNING) and I finally worked up the courage to ask him on a date and he said yes<33

Once finally in a relationship I feel like we'd have to opposite of a honeymoon phase. The first few months would be very awkward and we both overthink to the max so we'd be very scared of upsetting the other. After some time thought we'd finally have a nerve wracking yet honest conversation to actually establish boundaries, what we need, etc and like never have a relationship problem again. And that's when we both realize how much words of affirmations are both our love languages so we get comfortable being sappy<33 like we’re SO that couple saying cutesy shit 24/7 and leaving lil notes for each other on the mirror or in each other’s backpacks etc!! And we’re both not really PDA people so it balances perfectly😝

We have the same music taste for SURE like we both love some indie, mountain music I’m talking Briston Maroney, Noah Kahan, Backseat Lovers, etc we are both men with anxiety so this genre speaks to us🙏 However, Asahi does not understand the Lana hype but still supports me LOL sometimes I just have to cosplay a woman in a toxic relationship on the west coast (all things I’m just not💀) and he’s learned to let me have my fun after some reassurance that I just like the music and don’t actually think of him as bad (he’s too precious pls)

We are SO interested in each other’s line of work like I’m always excited over his sketches and pieces he’s making!!! And I’m always asking him a million questions about the process and all he does!! And on the same coin he’s always so fascinated with my research my main focus is on Pacific Archaeology so I always give him TedTalks™️ on everything he loves it!! I also intern at a museum so he’s always asking me questions about it. And a lot of what I’ve been lately at the museum is fashion history, so I love to tell him all about it!!

We compliment each other perfectly bc I’m very bubbly and outgoing!! So I’m very much a conversationalist and sometimes people think bc of that and my size that they can walk all over me. This is where Asahi’s natural intimation comes into play once mfs see him they KNOW not to fuck around. And on the other side, due to my extroverted nature I can easily jump into a conversation Asahi is actively trying to step away from without being rude. I feel like he gets quickly drained from strangers but I can talk to anyone for hours so I step him. This also is helpful bc I easily can make reservations and really any other scenario where he’s feeling too shy to directly say what he’s thinking/needs. I also am not afraid to fight for refunds and shit so he’s happy to let me take the wheel LOL

I just know we’d both get along with one another friends SO well😝 on that note Suga and I are so stoner buddies (you can’t tell me college suga didn’t smoke). Asahi would rarely smoke but when he does he just goes lol nonverbal and gets cuddly. Which honestly works good bc I just get happy and yap once again that perfect balance💗‼️

Most of our dates are just chill dates. We watch a LOT of TV together between anime and cooking shows and documentaries we just love a good lay in bed watching TV time. When we go out, it’s to museums and cafes!! We try and go to a cutey local coffee shop at least once a week just to get out. Sometimes it turns into homework dates or reading dates but mostly we just sit and talk and enjoy the fact there’s no rush. I currently have a coffee sticker book so he makes sure I always get a sticker when at new places🥺 I always switch up what I get but Asahi always gets a cappuccino and we usually split a lil pastry (usually I can talk him into buying multiple to try tho hehe)

I keep him updated on all the stupid TikTok drama bc I get disgustedly invested and that app can make me so mad so I go on RANTS about people being stupid it just always makes him laugh he thinks I’m just the most lovely thing all fired up even if it’s over something so unreal. I’m also OBSESSED with that Bistro Huddy tiktok series that is literally just one guy idk it’s SO good I make him watch it with me all the time LOL

Overall we are in love love🥰😝🥰

[lipglossanon]

Haven’t sent ask to you for a while but it’s nothing just me can’t move on from your priest!leon😭 I think about him everyday. When I repeat reading, I can’t even finish a half of it because it’s so good I need to have a break almost every single line of your fic😭 he is 🔛🔝✨ now in my heart (along with baby bro and big bro Leon ofc)I just can’t hold the love for him anymore just thinking of him makes my heart goes like 🔥 he is my heart shaker and I just want to let you know 💗

I’m also excited for your October fics. Don’t want to admit it but yes I’m into the beast and monster THINGS🫠 PlagaLeon and puppy Leon are my fav too! Can’t wait to read the Vampire one and another.

Hope you doing well🫶🏻 Take care💖

Sorry for my poor English grammar in this one and another asks too, english isn’t my first language🥺 hope they’re not too confusing for you

-🔮

🔮 anon! Hi!

I just want you to know every time I see you in my inbox I automatically hear this song 😝 (which thank you, cause I fucking love Styx lol).

Anywho, oh my gosh!! That really makes me happy!! 💜 I wasn’t sure how well Priest Leon was gonna do (which i was sure most people would like it but eh you get it lol)

Ahhh 🙈 thanks! I hope you like them! I’m def doing some monsterfucking in October. I mean how can I not? Right? 😆 I’m excited for you guys to read them!! It’s been hard not sharing them 😂

And don’t feel like you have to apologize! If I’m ever uncertain I’ll ask for clarification; English is hard even for us native speakers! Like I told a previous anon, it’s amazing you speak multiple languages! 👍

[neobubz]

Random hard hour thought that’s very specific but having sex with jaehyun and him saying shibal would have me drop to my knees !? Expanding on this it’s more like the thought that he would be so into it that he just starts speaking in his mother tongue, doesn’t even bother to speak English anymore idk where I’m going with this but I think that would be very sexc of him

first let me just thank you for this! just woke up and this put a smile on my face so thank you anon 🙇🏽‍♀️🫶🏼

i can’t lie i had to look up shibal 😅😂 i was like wtf? like i haven’t learned any korean swear words at all so i was a bit like okay… 🤷🏽‍♀️

but i’m on board with you now!

jaehyun could say the word potato and it’d be the hottest word in the world. jackass 😑

and to expand on your thought even more…in the beginning…something small like glances at each other from across the room all day. light “innocent” touches when you’re near each other. the tension building up and the air thick with electricity from the two of you. sexual energy building up by the second. all leading up to practically tearing each other’s clothes off — clawing, biting, sloppy kissing, and long gone is his use for the english language haha him being demanding and not giving you a moment to think or comprehend what’s going on except for the fact that his name and presence is all that you can think of

and that is where my mind went 🤣

jaehyun is someone i love to hate and hate to love. our relationship is definitely complicated 😝

[therealkaidertrash21]

Did your mother grow up in Argentina as well? If not, how was it for her learning Spanish? Do you speak any other languages? I think your background is very unique and interesting!💕💕

yes! born and raised, my grandmother too (I think her parents were the ones that immigrated to Argentina), my grandfather was born and raised in Okinawa, and came to America later in life.

I only speak Spanish and English. I never learned Japanese, my mother doesn't speak it either because my grandmother never spoke either. my grandmother's mother died when she was very young so she was raised by a different family who never taught her Japanese, so they wouldn't speak Japanese in my mother's house. and I learned english with school, but mostly with the internet lol. although, now I'm studying it again so I can take the first certificate 😝.

i want to learn more languages because I genuinely think its fun. like dutch because I really want to go to the Netherlands (funny that I think I'll ever go to Europe), Japanese so I can connect with my roots and stuff and Portuguese because Brasil is quite near to Argentina (funny that I think I'll ever get out of this country lol).

[yunhoszn]

to hell with it

pairing jung wooyoung x f!reader word count 5k genres angst﹒smut﹒teeniest bit of fluff here and there warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, all lowercase bc she was supposed to be short and vibey and… that just did not happen, mentions and use of weed, very strict parents, lowkey fuckboy wooyoung lol, lots of kissing, marking, scratching, wooyoung has a fascination with reader’s tits lol, nipple play, no real foreplay, unprotected sex, cowgirl and missionary style, dacryphilia, exhibitionism kinda, quite a few references to religious-ish themes, unrequited love in a sense? i got carried away im so sorry

summary you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell.

more ok… like i said… i got carried away oopsie 😝 this was a request from my lovely wife of 20+ years @juyofans <3 i’m sorry if i strayed too far from the original idea,,, it just happened ok 🙇 also a huge thank u to @bro-atz for betaing for me i LOVE U SO MUCH!! that’s all lets keep this note short and sweet :P reblog if u enjoyed!

@atzhouse

“shit.”

the curse slips from your mouth so naturally upon the discovery that your stash is completely finished. you rummage through the drawer one more time in case you might’ve missed something, but alas, you’ve run into the worst possible scenario. no more weed.

it’s not like you were dependent on it. but it was the end of a long week and it happened to be one of those days. an edible, a long rip from your bong, or a hit from a blunt wrapped with your pretty pink rolling paper sounded like fucking heaven right about now. 

you still lived at home, though, and your parents had no clue that you dabbled with marijuana, so you had to keep everything hidden in your room. unfortunately, it was just too expensive to get your own place in this day and age. and despite the fear of getting caught deeply instilled in you, you were extremely desperate. 

and well, desperate times called for desperate measures…

“hey, wooyoung…” you speak into the receiver. 

your relationship with the guy was complicated. it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. he’d been your plug for a couple years now, and his pretty face made it really hard not to develop a crush. every time you bought from him, you always tried to get a lot at once so you could space out how often you saw him to make things easier on your heart. 

the two of you went to high school together, and the first time you reached out in regards to your secret habit was awkward. to say the least. all of your friends had purchased something from him at least once or twice, so they assured you that he was the real deal. but you had only ever mooched off of them and didn’t have the faintest idea what you were supposed to say or do. (what with having dictators for parents and the lot.)

you remember sending him a dm in the most cryptic way possible. he laughed it off, thinking about how cute it was that you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. but, like every other occasion in which you’d spoken to him, he had a girlfriend at the time. the first time it was haeun, then there was jisu, and it was kind of hard to keep up with the names after that. his patience was endearing, though, and it always left you wanting more out of your conversations. (which is, understandably, what attracted you to the guy.)

he was definitely not a one-partner, commitment type of guy, and that’s all you could ever want out of someone. you thought keeping distance to halt any feelings from growing was the smartest decision. if you didn’t get close to him, it would help squash whatever flame burned beneath your chest. 

but now it was time for that little crush to unearth itself, as it does whenever you see him.  

“hey, y/n, what’s up?” you can hear the smile in his voice, the one that has your insides melting and your panties nearly dropping to the floor in an instant. it’s almost cocky, like he was expecting your call. and he probably was, all things considered.

“um…“ you stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip, tilting your head back. “are you free to do a drop right now?”

the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:28 PM and your parents wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, having left for the movies a little over an hour ago. (that was the only reason why you were even thinking of pulling something as idiotic as this.) 

not even were you just not allowed to have boys over. you weren’t allowed to have people over period, at least not if your parents were out. in spite of being a grown adult, they still managed to enforce strict rules and curfews on you. you were breaking so many by making this fucking phone call. 

Do Not Think About Talking To Boys Under Our Roof. 

“yeah, actually. i have to do another in the area so that works out perfectly. i can be there in ten.” he answers and that stupid smile pops into your head again. 

2. Absolutely No Strangers Allowed In The House Without Us Present. 

“okay cool— wait, you remember my address?” your brow scrunch together, the confusion boiling up inside of you. he snorts, some shifting audible in the background. 

3. No Alcohol Unless We Are Present, Absolutely No Drugs Allowed. 

“yeah? why wouldn’t i?” he asks so nonchalantly, you almost miss it. “i’ll be there soon, babe.”

he ends the call before you can even say anything, still holding your phone to your ear. your jaw hangs open and heat begins to bloom behind your cheeks. this was exactly why you were avoiding him as long as possible. jung wooyoung was a natural flirt, and you were very delusional. 

this was fine, right? all you had to do was exchange the goods and money, then send him on his way. it would be like nothing ever happened, like no one was ever here. your parents would be none the wiser and you could finally relax. it would be just like when you were sneaking around in high school, having him drop when you didn’t have a car—

fuck.

you could’ve just met him somewhere instead, huh? you didn’t have the issue of being car-less anymore. you could’ve told your parents you were running out to grab some things from the store and hid it in your bags in case they were home before you. could’ve done literally anything else except act this irrational. 

4. This Is An Honest and Trustworthy Household — No Lying Will Be Tolerated. 

maybe, subconsciously, you’ve been wanting to see him in this setting again. there was a thrill in breaking your parents rules. you supposed something special, something exciting sparked under your skin all those times you snuck into the backyard to meet with wooyoung through the side gate. but right now, you’re pacing inside your bedroom. this wasn’t the time to get poetic and reminisce about being a schoolgirl with a crush. 

you were bulldozing through just about everything on your parents’ list of Do Nots and you feel like you should be more anxious about it. for some reason you’re less afraid of pissing them off. you’re entirely too concerned with looking good for wooyoung, and you don’t even hear the shrill sound of your phone ringing.

wooyoung’s contact lights up the screen, sending all sorts of panic signals to your brain. you severely underestimated how long ten minutes was, and also how long you’d been standing in front of the mirror gawking at yourself like a damn fish out of water. this was embarrassing. you were better than this, god, you were so much better than to lose yourself like this over a man. but jung wooyoung somehow made all rhyme and reason escape you like he was some sexy version of the pied piper.

before you realize it, your feet have carried you down the stairs and to the front door. on the other side stand wooyoung, his backpack slung over his shoulder. he’s dressed in a red zip up hoodies and some baggy jeans. his hair is longer than when you last saw him, long enough to have some of the strands tucked loosely behind his ears. you think you’re entranced by his visuals alone, and then he opens his mouth.

”told ya i remembered.” his words drip with that charisma that sucks you in further, deeper, into the chasm you kept trying to avoid.

”uh— c-come in,” you usher him into your house and up the stairs into your room, just in case. “my parents aren’t home, but i don’t know if my neighbors are watching or something. and just in case they get back earlier, it’s easier to hide you in here than anywhere else.”

wooyoung nods with a snort, eyes wandering around the bedroom you’ve had since you were two years old. he’s never been inside of your house before, much less inside of your room. it’s very you; various posters littering the walls, makeup and skincare products cluttered around your vanity, comfy-looking sheets.

5. Definitely No Boys Allowed In Your Room.

“you know, y/n, i was pleasantly surprised when you called,” he shrugs off his bag, setting it on the foot of your bed, dragging his finger along the footboard. “i was starting to miss my favorite customer.”

just about everything but standing right here sounded ideal to you. if there were miraculously a sniper stationed on the roof of the house next to yours, you hoped you were in his line of sight and he would take you out. it was as if he knew. he knew exactly what his effect on you was, and that was absolutely perfect, now wasn’t it?

“your— huh?” you’re sure you sound stupid, especially so when he laughs, unzipping his backpack to take out what he was here for. the smell alone practically recalibrates your system and reboots you. wooyoung notices.

”we’ve never smoked together, have we?” he asks, pulling out the tube he was looking for. it’s about an eighth, which is less than what you usually buy from him, but you’re in no position to complain. you shake your head ‘no’ as he hands it to you, before pulling out another and doing the same thing. you raise an eyebrow at him.

”this is—“

”no, i know,” he purses his lips with a nod, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and swiping across the bottom one. “consider it a gift, for being so loyal to me all these years.”

you guffaw in disbelief. what the fuck?

”wooyoung, you can’t possibly—“

”just let me smoke you out this once. that’s all i ask in return,” he seats himself on the edge of your bed. “and we’ll even use my stuff. you can save yours for later. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you would be cutting it really close to the time your parents were supposed to be home. but he was so tempting. and you were so weak. so, so pitifully weak.

”okay…” you let yourself say. you let yourself divulge just this once. “but, remember—“

”yes yes, your parents. do you think this is my first rodeo?” he laughs, pulling out a little plastic baggie that appears to have pre-ground weed in it. almost like… he was anticipating this? when he reaches into his backpack for what you assume is wraps, you jump to grab your pink rolling paper. you’d been so excited to use it, you weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.

batting your lashes at him is the only way you know how to convince him, though it doesn’t really take much convincing. your rolling skills still weren’t the best, despite doing this as long as you have, so you watch in awe as wooyoung does it. his fingers move expertly, and you have to blink away the thoughts threatening to overthrow the sane ones that have been struggling to keep afloat.

wooyoung fishes for the lighter in his pocket, red like the color of his jacket. he lights the blunt and holds it carefully between his fingers. you think he’s going to take the first hit, but then he’s holding it to your lips, gesturing for you to do it. “ladies first.” he throws in with that obnoxiously attractive laugh of his. you hesitantly follow his lead, sitting beside him, then inhaling and filling your chest. 

your exhale isn’t as graceful as you hoped it would be, a couple coughs coming out of you, but it was a strong hit. he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh to soothe you, hitting it himself. he’s definitely a lot more experienced than you, in what he does and how he does it, breathing it out into the atmosphere. your room is a little foggy now and you have half the mind to crack open a window, however, you’re hyper aware of his hand on your thigh. and you don’t want it to go away. 

6. If Any Of These Rules Are Broken, You Risk Being Kicked Out.

it’s calm for a few minutes, just the two of you rotating the blunt in comforting silence, his hand still branding its place on your thigh. and then his thumb starts to move. it circles into your bare skin gently, kneading mindlessly. you almost let out a whine, but you catch yourself, concealing it as a cough instead.

“you like me, don’t you, y/n?” wooyoung asks, puffing out a thick white cloud and pouting. “that’s why you buy a lot from me at once. that’s why i sometimes only see you once a month.”

the question catches you so off guard, you almost grab the pink blunt by the spark. he sets it in your ashtray, conveniently placed on one of your bedposts. you stare at him blankly, because how fucking perceptive do you have to be to figure that out? your crush was probably a little more than obvious, sure, but the avoidant tendency you had couldn’t possibly be linked to that. not unless he truly knew you like the back of his hand. 

he leans back onto his palms with a snicker, carding his fingers through his hair. the way he’s positioned allows you to glimpse at a bit more of his chest from the partially unzipped jacket. the only thing you see is that it’s bare, and your brain short circuits. it was already frying itself when he called you out, now there wasn’t a single functioning cell up there. 

“i’m high like sixty percent of the time, i see everything. i know everything.” he answers your unspoken inquiry. and well, that may be true, but it’s not like you’re doing much to refute with the way you’re ogling at him. (you were a horny high, unfortunately.) 

“what—“ you swallow, suddenly all too aware of how close you’re sitting, of how his grip on your thigh is a little more primal. “what if i said no? what then?”

“i’d think you were a liar,” he smiles, that fucking smile you can picture in your head even through a phone call. “and i don’t like being lied to.”

“so it’s a good thing i haven’t said no yet, right?” you breathe, voice entirely too stable for the situation. his hand rises higher on your thigh, the tip of his index finger brushing under your shorts. you glance down at it, eyes already heavy lidded as they observe the way it drags across your skin. fuck. 

“mhm,” he hums, gauging your reaction to his touch. “it’s very good.”

you’re losing your patience the longer you sit there, tortured by wooyoung’s hand searing on your thigh. your heart seems to beat faster and you feel like you can tell with the rise and fall of your chest picking up in speed. his lips on yours is all that you want, all that you need, and under this spell (the intoxication swimming through your bloodstream), you’re willing to accept the consequences that may come with it. 

a gasp escapes you when his nail scrapes along the side of your leg with the pressure of a feather. it’s overwhelming, to say the least. you want more and more and more, and then so much more until you can’t take it, but part of you is still insecure that he’ll leave you strung out on a clothesline if you indulge. you’re beyond thinking about the repercussions if you’re caught. you’re focused on the repercussions of being hurt if you give in. 

but enough is enough. 

placing your hand over his own, you slip it under your t-shirt where you’ve been braless this entire time. wooyoung’s eyes widen and you grab one of his hoodie strings, yanking him closer to you. your noses brush and your eyes meet, a silent ask for permission to finally play into what you’ve both been waiting for. 

you don’t really give him a second to rethink it.

your lips connect in a rough, messy kiss that has you believing in the existence of a god. one that’s granted what you’ve been dreaming of for years. maybe after this you’ll start praying before bed again, especially if it always rewards you this well. 

his mouth slots against yours like it’s the missing piece of a puzzle, your tongues tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. wooyoung’s hand on your chest regains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a perked nipple. his other hand grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your knees dig into the mattress, hands cupping under his jaw and then entwining in his hair. 

you sigh into his kiss, obsessed with this length on him. you’re sure he feels the same when he groans after you tug on it, deepening the kiss if possible. the sigh turns into a moan when he guides your hips into a circular motion, grinding you down on him to create a bit of friction and get the ball rolling. 

he knows you don’t have a lot of time, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. he wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didn’t like, and use it all to his advantage. his senses are heightened so he’s keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you. 

wooyoung’s mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. his hand is still in your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him. 

your high has reached its peak, and you’re starting to get light headed from how good everything feels. if he didn’t touch you where you needed him most soon, you feared you might finish prematurely, and after all that you’ve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. thankfully, he seems to read your mind. 

“i would love to make up for lost time, but i don’t think we can right now,” he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. “let me just—“

“stop yapping and just fuck me, wooyoung, you’re wasting precious time,” you groan, going straight for the zipper of his jacket. you push the red material off of his shoulders in one go, practically pawing at the button of his jeans. he laughs at your impatience, but knows you’re right. 

“well, when you put it like that, i don’t feel bad for the disgusting things i wanna do to you,” he teases, helping you pull your shirt over your head. “gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna wanna see me more than once a month.”

the call out is crazy, but you don’t have the mental capacity to argue with him, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. you scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the static buzzing throughout your body with wooyoung’s lips all over you. his teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. this was it, there was no going back now that you’ve fallen under his spell. 

his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and you’re so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. he stills your hips firmly, practically scolding you when he says, “sit still, pretty, i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s a weird reaffirmation, and in a way it calms your erratic mind. you finally let go of those reservations and allow yourself to submit to these feelings you’ve harbored for years. the heat of wooyoung beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying. (though judging by what he’s said so far, you think he’d like that.)

“god, i need you so bad,” you whine, lips locking with his once more. you speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each syllable. “please…”

you can feel, rather than see, the conniving smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he’s dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails dragging along your hips slowly and tortuously. you reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and that’s what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what you’ve been asking for so nicely.

wooyoung pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so he’s bare for you. part of you is way more excited than you should be to fuck him raw, for the first time nonetheless. he leans back slightly and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. he’s definitely on the longer side, longer than the other guys you’ve been with— not that there were very many to compare him to. he fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely. 

the moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. his grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. it’s more of him moving your body for you, not that you’re complaining at all. less work for you.

with each bounce on his cock, your bed squeaks and it wouldn’t be such a problem if you didn’t also hear the front door open downstairs. your eyes widen almost comically, meeting wooyoung’s with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. gratefully, he’s been in this situation before. he holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.

you’re glad you had the clear mind to lock your door when you came up to your room. you don’t know if it’s because it’s wooyoung, or maybe you’re just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your parents being home. he covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours with a purpose. his free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.

”take it,” he rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to what’s tumbling out of his mouth. “take it like the good girl you are.”

at that same moment, there’s a knock on your bedroom door. wooyoung doesn’t stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. he’s evil, pure evil.

”y/n, are you in there?” your mother asks.

”y-yes,” you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. “i was getting ready to go to s-sleep.”

“you sound off… are you feeling okay?” she expresses her concern and you look to wooyoung for help.

you bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, still very roughly snapping into you. he urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. “y-yes! i’m fine! i was just looking f-for my pajamas!”

he laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, “should we tell her they’re on your floor?”

your mother doesn’t question you any further. ”okay… goodnight, sweetheart.”

”goodnight!”

her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from your door. the shit-eating grin on wooyoung’s face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. unfortunately he just had that effect on you. it was hard to be mad at him when he made you feel like you were lit ablaze, fire burning all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“look at you, sweetheart,” you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. his lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. “you’re taking my cock so perfectly.”

if you could scream, you would. you’d be as loud as possible so your whole block knew who was fucking you this good. you’d chant his name like a prayer, which was ironic considering he was, in a sense, more like an incubus. you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that he’s straight from hell. the way he lures you in, like the serpent with eve in the garden of eden. he has you turning your back on all forms of reason. 

but this inebriation, this sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream as applies practiced pressure to your clit, has your whole being soaring. you could care less about the trouble that comes with it, especially when it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest. 

your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. wooyoung kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what you’re already on the precipice of. 

having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, “‘m so close, woo, so so close…”

he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. his lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. you want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. but after tonight, you don’t know how likely that is to happen, and you’ll let yourself be satiated by this one time. 

you’re lost in the sensation of his kiss, disappearing in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction. and maybe this would’ve been so different had you not been high. maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all had you been sober. your vision is hazy and your head is clouded, but you’ve never felt so liberated. 

wooyoung grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast in the behavior he’s exhibited tonight. even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. and for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into your being almost violently. 

the fluttering of your walls around his cock has wooyoung finishing right behind you, lashes skimming the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. it’s much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. he slows his pace to something steady, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm. 

as you recover from the weight of it all, you realize that you’re still crying. wooyoung attempts to swipe away your tears with his thumbs, but when he notices that they aren’t stopping, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. he slides out of you and back into his boxers, scouring your bedroom floor for your t-shirt. he sits you up gently and cups your jaw in his hand.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, uncharacteristically serious. you’re used to him being playful and joking about everything, so for him to show genuine concern about your emotions means a lot. a lot.

“i’m okay— i’m fine, i’m just being weird.” you dismiss his worries though, since it’s true. he doesn’t owe you anything and you don’t want to guilt him into anything just because your crush is a little heavier than the schoolgirl crush he’s made it out to be. he shakes his head. he’s not having any of that.

”no, you’re upset about something. don’t water yourself down like that.” you don’t like that this is fueling your delusions, don’t like that you want him so much more than you thought you could. and maybe you could’ve stopped yourself, had you not looked at him. your gaze traces from the beauty mark under his eye to the way his hair frames his face. 

“i want something i can’t have,” is what you settle on, swallowing down that bitter pill that you’ve been avoiding tonight. “and i think i’m finally coming to terms with it.”

wooyoung searches your expression for thicker substance, as if that will hint towards a clearer answer than what you’ve given him. he finds it in that painfully sad smile of yours. he finds it in the heartache swirling in the pools of your irises. you know he didn’t mean to lead you on. it’s not his fault, really. you understood what you were getting yourself into. none of the blame can be placed in his hold, because it doesn’t belong to him.

”i should go,” he says after a long stretch of silence. “before either of us get into any trouble.”

you watch as he dresses himself quickly and exits through the window, taking your heart along with him. but it would be okay. you wouldn’t have to see him for another month anyways. 

at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reignite the blunt sitting in your ashtray.

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