#This startled the shit out of me bc I never get asks omg

[liminal-skies]

For someone who rbs a lot about writing, we don’t see a lot of your writing 👀

oh shit??

My dearest Anon,

I thank you for your inquiry and callout! As to why you don't see a lot of my writing, I mean, honestly, the only excuse is I'm a perfectionist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lame, I know! But that's a goal of mine this year. I'm gonna start posting more of my writing because then, at least I finished something, right?

Also I am writing a novel about 3 depressed 20somethings that are meant to be the next generation for their families in the crime world but uh oh! independent thought and also polyam and there is just so much more to it but I have to stop somewhere soooo

[milflewis]

omg i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love for the wip game?

ok so far this is just 6k of charles and pierre trying to woo lewis into their bed and lewis not trying v hard to resist it lmao. (read: lewis fluttering his lashes and falling into their bed and on their dicks like oopsie! how did i get here! i'm soooo silly) and it’s v nearly finished ! i just need to sit down and tip tap tap out the remaining 2-3k tbh. a little stuck on a talking part between charles and pierre and the overall sex scene at the end and tying it all together but this is mainly just me being lazy bc i wrote most of this fic months ago in one go and then got distracted and now here i am

George: charles mate what the fuck

George: could you be any more embarrassing

Alex sent a photo

Alex: u r so red

George: AGSJKDKAHAJKD

George: LOOK AT HIS FACE

Alex: I KNOW

Lando: aw charles

Lando: wot r u doing

Lando: not like u guys can say shit

Lando: ur just jealous that it’s charles who made lewis look like that

Alex: we r not

George: piss off

“What are you looking at?”

Charles startles, fumbling with his phone, nearly dropping it. Lewis laughs, knocking his shoulder into his.

“Nothing, nothing,” Charles says, gripping his phone so tightly the edges of his case dig into his hands.

Lewis hums, eyebrows raised. “Okay,” he says, drawing out the ‘o’. “It wasn’t porn, was it?”

Charles chokes on his own spit as Lewis cackles. “No!”

“Chill, man, I didn’t think it was.”

Charles laughs with him, “You’re not funny.”

Lewis waves a hand, scoffing, “I’m hilarious, actually, but whatever.”

Charles glares at him and they start walking, towards their garages. Charles makes sure he isn’t looking at Lewis too much, paying attention to the people around him. The only thing worse than that press conference would be if he walked into a pole or something because he was too busy drooling over Lewis. He can already hear Alex and George laughing at him.

“I meant it, you know. What I said in there,” Lewis says, hands in his pockets, shoulders loose. People move out of the way as they walk down the paddock, some of them not even looking at them before moving, as if Lewis has this pull, this way about him, that lets you know he’s there without even seeing him. Charles is used to his picture being taken, but with Lewis, it’s always more than normal. He ignores them.

“I know,” Charles says, watching Lewis not look at him. “I meant it too.”

Lewis’s eyes flicker over to him then, face still relaxed. Charles wants to break all the cameras and close the door to everyone and tell Lewis to show what he’s feeling, tell him that he can. He keeps watching him instead.

“Are you sure?” Lewis asks and his pearls shine in the sun. Charles wants to reach out a hand, tangle his fingers in them, and pull Lewis in. He doesn’t do that either.

Charles makes sure he’s looking at Lewis when he says, “I’m sure.”

Lewis nods, eyes flickering away. “Okay,” he says, a grin lighting up his face, starting in his eyes. “Okay.”

Charles tells him about the latest thing Arthur has done that has given Lorenzo grey hairs, or so he says, because Charles has yet to see them. Lewis is laughing as they get to the Mercedes garage, the Ferrari one still further on.

“Here you go, Monsieur,” Charles declares, with an exaggerated flourish of his hand, just to make Lewis keep laughing. He does, head thrown back, hand on his stomach. Mercedes mechanics look up from what they’re doing and watch them. Charles ignores them too.

“Merci beaucoup,” Lewis grins at him, the words foreign and strange on his tongue, but his pronunciation near perfect. Of course it is, Charles thinks, he could never do anything by halves.

Lewis starts to walk away, waving to Bono, who stares back at both of them, face unreadable, before saying to Charles, “After the race? Your room? You’ll tell Pierre?”

Charles nods because what else are you supposed to do when Lewis Hamilton smiles at you like that, small and hesitant, and invites you and your boyfriend to his room. “I’ll text you,” Charles calls after him, walking backwards, and Lewis laughs. Some of the mechanics are still watching them and Charles keeps ignoring them.

He’s grinning to himself as he jogs back to the Ferrari garage. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton. He can’t wait to tell Pierre.

He nearly walks into one of his mechanics as he gets to his garage, body going cold. Oh, god. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton! A date. With Lewis fucking Hamilton.

[fuwaprince]

Thoughts on friendship, shared experiences, swimming/drowning and my apprehensiveness

When I was kid at the public pool, I enjoyed swimming in the deep ends. There were usually other kids around who couldn't swim as well. Sometimes I would be GRABBED out of nowhere and I'd feel like I'd just been assaulted!!! I'd instinctively want to throw/shake these grabby assholes off of me UNTIL assessing what was happening and realizing that most of these "assholes trying to drown me" were actually just kids like 9/10 times who literally just COULD NOT fucking swim and needed help getting to the edge of the pool. I remember they wouldn't ask bc they were usually already coughing up mouthfuls of water 😭 sometimes a stressed out mom would apologize to me afterwards and try to explain that their kid didn't know how to swim yet and I would just be like omg no I get it!!! it's okay, are they tho?

Sometimes the kid would apologize. Sometimes it was their friend or their sibling. Other times they'd just be too panicked and leave without a word and that was okay too. Even though I was left startled, that was fine compared to how startled I would be to see someone not moving at the bottom of the pool.

My bro couldn't swim well either and sometimes he did the same thing when he was first learning to swim. Didn't say excuse me before just reaching for whoever was closest to him for support to get to the outer edges of the pool. Only focused on shallow, safer ends and clinging to the nearby edge. People got pissed but many of them understood he wasn't trying to harm them. No one punched him in the face.

I've been both that desperate drowning person and the pissed off bystander that gets pulled into someone else's stressful situation.

Today I listened to a pair vent about having to drop a toxic friend for threatening suicide. I listened to them dismiss a crushing amount of real compounding shit someone else was unfortunate enough to be going through in favor of reducing their ex friend's desperate grasping for life as a needless, selfish tantrum and an exhausting, painful emotional burden on them. Idk but to me it just felt like they lacked major compassion and that they weren't willing to tolerate the pain and toxicity, which is fair and good for them. Emotional manipulation IS toxic... And going through shitty things isn't a free pass to be a pain in the ass to all your friends... but if someone/a friend is drowning before your eyes and reaches out to you, regardless of how they did it, wouldn't it make sense for you to try to protect them? How rational could it be to leave them to drown (sometimes it is)? What's the point of escalating the situation for them before leaving?

It's one thing if you aren't able to swim very well. I wouldn't suggest someone unable to support someone else try to if there's a high probability that'll end up with two drowning people. If you can't, you can't. Can't hold that against anybody! But wow imagine cutting off and recharacterizing a friend as a vengeful asshole for something they probably couldn't help either. People go through all kinds of things outside of their control and we only know what drowning looks like on the surface. Some people have these giant weights pulling them down and from the surface others could never be able to tell just how hard they're trying to keep their head above water. It might look like they're choosing not to swim harder ig.

I got the feeling that the friends felt like it was an attack on them too in ways. Like it was a threat not against their friend's life but against their own first and foremost. They basically responded to the possibility of their friend's voluntary death like "why would they do this to me? why would they threaten our whole friendship? why would they threaten MY peace plus everyone else's? that approach is toxic and i know they're manipulating me to try and stay alive. so selfish, we aren't friends anymore".

I hate the implications that it wouldn't be okay to ask the person closest to you for a lifeline. What are we taught in emergencies? You go to the nearest place you think is safe and ask for help, right? That's so common and normally taught early on. It's a survival instinct. Yet

Idk. If I dropped all the people who went to me during stressful times instead of a therapist I'd have like 0 friends. Friends are supposed to be safe spaces you can go to if available... Literally what are friends for? It isn't just laughs and somebody to have lunch with. It's weird to think you'd drop a whole ass friend for that. It's weird you'd go on to talk shit about them and use dumping them as toxic waste as something to be proud of bc being reached out to at all is supposed to be interpreted as a testament to trustworthiness.

It's weird the pair walked up to me in the middle of me crying to say all that then followed it up with "tons of people come to me for support so I'll do my best for you if you tell me what's wrong". Like I started off saying I was apprehensive to talk and they made themselves sound like the most unsafe people as if it would convince me they were so nice that people felt good enough to be vulnerable with them. holy shit. I feel bad for their ex friend for not having their vulnerability protected. I feel like I 100% can't trust those people so I'm glad I didn't open up. I'm not willing to talk to anybody and everybody about what's going on out of desperation anymore.

I'm doggy paddling by myself sometimes and it's better that way. It's hard but it's better than clinging to someone who will treat me badly. Call me leary? I feel bad for people who don't know how to swim. I've been that person before.

[riniackerman]

hi bb i’d like to participate in your 1k milestone event if slots are still open 🥺🥺🥺🥺

song: crazy in love (remix by beyoncé)

character: giyu tomioka from demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba

prompt: nsfw/smut with breeding kink/overstimulation…heheheh

THANKS BABY GIRL LOVE YOU

CRAZY IN LOVE - # TOMIOKA GIYUU

❛ when you leave, I'm begging you not to go, call your name two, three times in a row ❜

╰ after a mission that giyuu accomplished, the mission that had his life threatened, both of you decided to share everything, share every portion of each other.

a/n: awee thank you so much :( i love you too hehe mwah <3 omg sex with giyuu deffo gotta vanilla and sweet... sob sob + i had to repost it bc the post got flagged :/

pairing: tomioka giyuu x fem!reader

genre: nsfw, vanilla sex

tws: +18 mdni, breeding, virgin sex

w/c: 1.1k

“shh, it’s okay. it’ll feel better in a second”

“giyuu!” you ran, so fast that had giyuu startled. “[name]! carefull!” he yelled, but it was too late, you tripped over a rock and landed on the dirty floor. “shit- are you okay?” giyuu promptly walked towards you, despite his clothes were all ripped off, blood stains and cuts everywhere on his skin.

“giyuu no! d-don’t- move, please” you whimper, letting out drops of tears to trickle down your chin. giyuu instantly kneeled down and hugged you ever so tightly. “i was so scared… so scared that i- i-” you were almost having a panic attack to the thought that giyuu was gone forever.

giyuu promised you that he would send flowers to you through his sparrow during his mission, assuring you that he is okay and alive, but you received none of them ever since he left the mansion, leaving you worried, to the point where you convinced yourself to go out to look for him that rengoku had to stop you.

“i’m sorry…. i’m so sorry… i didn’t expect it to be this risky” giyuu enveloped you with his body as you cried in his chest. “i thought i lost you giyuu” you mutter, slowly tilting your head, your fingers smearing his cheek, wiping the bloodstain. you were heartbroken to see giyuu like this, he has never failed to let a single cut to be on his skin.

��i got a letter from oyakata-sama, he was worried too, please, don’t be sad anymore.” he faintly smiles, comforting your panicked mind. “giyuu…” you rustle, earning a ‘hm’ from him. “can we… i want to share every bit of my life, i mean, of me with you. if you are okay with it then le-” before you could even finish your sentence, giyuu stopped you with a kiss on your lips.

“yes my love” giyuu smiles as you smiled back, helping him to get in to get cleaned and changed. this wasn’t just about sex, it was about how much both you meant for each other. it was about having a family together, helping both of you to develop passions towards each other.

-

giyuu slowly unleashed your clothes while your hands worked on his belt, slowly, gently taking each other’s clothes one by one, both of you trying your best to cherish every second of this. his cheek blushes when your robe slid off from your shoulder, exposing your collarbone, making his eyes spontaneously trail down to your cleavage line.

“you look beautiful [name]” he whispers, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder as he felt his cock throbbing just by imagining how delicate you would look fully naked just for him. “g-giyuu” your eyes swelled at the outline of his hard cock against the fabric.

“can’t wait anymore” giyuu breathes in before picking you up in a bridal style, making your robe completely slide off from your body. “w-wait!” you giggle as he walked towards the bed.

giyuu then gently placed you on the silk sheet as you closed your thighs in fluster, too shy to let him see your body. “[name] are you okay?” giyuu asks in an uptight tone, scared if you weren’t ready for this.

“i’m fine baby, can i have a kiss?” you smile, earning a nod from giyuu before he pressed down the sheet with his knees as his hands found your jaw, tilting your chin to shift the angle and slid his tongue inside your mouth while he listened to the pretty muffle moans slipping from your lips into his.

your hands embraced giyuu’s back while both of his hands were on your jaw and cheek, tilting his head to kiss you passionately. you slightly pushed your body towards giyuu, making his hand to leave your face to balance himself on the sheet. your legs straddled around giyuu’s hips, your fingers brushing giyuu’s soft raven hair as he softly smeared your chin with his thumb.

you broke the kiss by lightly pushing giyuu’s shoulder on the bed, your knees between his thighs as he caressed your thighs on his palms. soon giyuu and your hands intertwined together, both of you placing tender kisses all over each other’s body.

giyu groaned when he felt your soft lips on his skin, lightly nibbling, leaving a small trail of hickeys. his hands were all over you, moving them weakly in place, feeling your body all to himself.

“y-you ready [name]?” giyuu asks as he looks down at you, leaving pretty kisses on his chest. you show a small smile when you heard his words, slowly lifting your face you looked into giyuu’s eyes while your hands found their way to his crotch.

“yes” you whisper, earning a deep kiss from giyuu before he lifted you and placed your back on the sheet, his elbow pressing them beside your ears. you gasp when you felt a hard-warm shaft on your inner thighs.

“i-is that” you gasp, trying to act as normal as possible. “a-are you scared?” giyuu asks once again, he didn’t want to traumatize you in any way. “no ‘m okay” you twinkle, letting giyuu to get into a better position.

“look at me” giyuu forcefully, yet gently held your chin to look into his eyes. “i love you” he whispered, before pushing his hip towards you, letting his cock inside you, your fingers clutched around his shoulder. giyuu kissed your forehead sweetly, making you forget the instant pain of his length sliding inside, the burning sensation of being stretched with a loving kiss.

“shh, it’s okay. it’ll feel better in a second-” he whispers, softly curving your waist. moans and mewls escaped from your lips, telling how much he means to you and how much you love him “i love you i love you giyuu- please don’t leave” you whimper, letting drops of tears down your cheek.

“hey, shhh don’t cry” giyuu kisses your cheek, gently cupping it as you whine and gasp against his shoulder, rutting your hips with a small moan.

“can i go deeper?” giyuu pants, not able to handle the tightness of your cunt clenching around his cock. “please- yes” you mewl, allowing giyuu to push his hips once more. “ngh- [name] you’re so tight- hah” he breathes as he feels his throbbing cock buried deep inside your tight cunt, having his raven hair head fall between your neck and shoulder line.

both of your pretty moans filled up the room, leaving ‘i love you’s between kisses. giyuu gently brings both of your legs above his shoulder, letting a muted mewl from your lips. you have never felt anything like this before, this was so new, so weird, but you were enjoying it, only, clearly because it was from giyuu.

giyuu’s hand was behind your head, showing how much he cherished and adored you as he pounded mercilessly into you. hot tears left the corner of your eyes as you bit the bottom of your lips from the subtle pain inside you. giyuu’s thumb wiped your tears away, giving you a few kisses before he went faster.

“giyuu! ‘ts so good- please please” you gasped and moaned, feeling something weird building up on your stomach. “w-wait i think ‘m close- hah” giyuu left such pretty moans as he threw his head back while his hands massaged your waist.

“[name] i’m gonna- gonna” giyuu’s breathing became heavier and heavier, indicating he is really close. “cum inside me giyuu- please, i want your baby” you mewl, having him groaning and moaning.

“‘m close too!” you call, “fuck yeah that’s it- hah” giyuu pants at the sensation that he never felt in his life before—of course, he pleasured himself but it was just mainly for to release stress he had.

“cummin-!” giyuu moans before he fell on you, balancing himself with his forearm on the sheet, as he breathly pants on top of your face. you moan when you felt a hot liquid was pooling inside you, your legs shook when you realized giyuu’s hips were rolling even though he was done, just to make sure you were done too.

“giyuu ‘m gonna cum!” you mewl before juiced gushed out, filling your inside with your and giyuu’s loads, drowning giyuu inside your cunt. “f-fuck” giyuu chokes on his own saliva, feeling surreal sensations that he is never going to forget.

“i love you” both of you whisper at the same time, letting small giggles as giyuu cupped his large palm around your cheek, giving you small cute kisses, soon turning into a deep, passionate kiss while giyuu’s cock was still inside you.

“i love you more [name]”

© RINIACKERMAN ⇒ do not repost, claim or copy my works

↻ / ♡ are deeply appreciated !

[shipskicksandgiggles]

hiya!! okay so i have this rhodeytony prompt that i think will make a HILARIOUS fic but i know I wouldn’t be able to write it :( so i thought I’d pass it onto you!!! its basically based on this pic

and its rhodey freaking out bc he never thought of himself as homophobic but he HATES seeing tony kissing guys so much so he starts distancing himself from tony bc tony shouldn’t have to deal w his bigoted ass until like (idk how sjsksk) rhodey realizes he isnt homophobic he’s in love w tony and then they get together

thats basically the prompt and obviously like i get if you dont fulfill it but if you do im super excited to read it!!

omg wait okay. yeah I can see where this is going. sorry it took a minute, but I couldn't not write this so here you are!

prompt: above

Read Over Thoughts of a Kiss here on ao3

~~~

Going into his third year of college was going to be a breeze. Will was going to be his roommate again, he was in good standing in all of his classes, and there was no reason for any of his professors to be up his ass about anything. Jim was going to have a great year.

Then Will dropped out.

Jim took a deep breath. It’s not like everyone could take the pressure of MIT. That was completely understandable. Thing is, that meant he would be randomly assigned a new roommate. Everyone he knew already paired off with their friends, leaving him the odd man out, so he had to start from scratch.

An acute sense of dread set in when he emailed in his housing application. He prayed for the best, but his mom told him that college is where you meet your worst roommate, and if he’d gotten along fine with his for the past couple of years, the odds of his next one being the worst were not in his favor.

Whatever. He supposed he’d find out when he got back to campus.

~~~

“Um, hi, are you James?”

He turned. “Yeah. Are you Anthony?”

The kid - he had to be a kid - made a face. “Call me Tony. Everyone but my mother does.”

“Cool. Guess you’re my roommate Tony.”

“Guess so.”

That was the last thing Tony said to him that day. They moved their stuff into their respective sides of the room silently, and once Tony was finished, he disappeared to god knows where. At least he wasn’t too loud.

Jim didn’t even see him again until their first hall meeting. He got up before him, came back after he went to sleep, and somehow never stopped in when he was there.

“Tony, hey.”

The kid startled when he tapped him on the shoulder. “Oh, sorry. Hi James.”

“Jim’s fine. We have to sign roommate agreement forms? We can head back to our dorm and do that now if you have the time.”

“I guess I have some time. We just have to put it in the mail slot of the Hall Director’s office when we’re done, right?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be too hard. Just a few questions so no one steps on anyone else’s toes.”

Once they were in the room, Jim shut the door behind him and grabbed a pen out of the mug on his desk. “So. Lights out?”

“I’m a night owl, so that’s on you.”

“I try to have the lights off by midnight, but as long as you’re quiet, I shouldn’t have an issue with you being up.”

“Noise restrictions?”

Jim snorted. “I mean, don’t blare death metal or break the sound barrier or anything, but I don’t care that much during the day. After curfew I’d like it quieter, but I’m not gonna ask you to be a mouse. What’s your stance on cleanliness?”

“Honestly, I’m okay with a reasonable amount of clutter. I’m an engineer, I’m used to it.”

“No shit? I am too. What’s your focus?”

“Mechanical and biochemical, you?”

“Aero and astronautics. We might end up in some of the same physics classes.”

“Hell yeah. Wait, are you okay with swearing?”

“I’m from Philadelphia, asshole,” Jim snarked. He succeeded in getting a grin out of Tony. “Speaking of things that might offend people-” he tapped the sheet of paper.

Tony glanced over his shoulder at it. “‘How to handle one of us bringing someone back to the room for personal activities?’”

“I’m gonna take a guess and say that means sex. Are you even old enough for this question?”

He swatted Jim’s shoulder. “Technically, yes. Shut up.”

“I’m just saying you look like a kid. I know I was a young freshman, but I don’t ever remember looking like an actual baby.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m sixteen, not a baby.”

“And second?”

“I’m not a freshman. I’m a third year.”

“You are not.”

“I know, they roomed the child prodigies together, what a coincidence.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“How did you know I was a child prodigy?”

“I uh, may have asked around a bit,” Tony admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Admitted at 16, in your third year at 18, probably at the top of your program.”

Jesus, was this kid paranoid? “I see. Back to the question even if you’re barely legal.”

“We could always go with the classic sock on the doorknob. Then the one of us not getting laid knows not to come in and can go hang out somewhere else for a bit.”

“Works for me. Now, boundaries and are we sharing anything?”

“I can stick to my half of the room and keep my stuff within those bounds,” Tony said. “Just ask if you need to borrow things and I’ll probably say yes to anything that isn’t my food. Then it’s a strong maybe.”

“I can work with that. Sign here please.”

Tony jotted his messy signature down at the bottom of the paper, and Jim gave his right under it. “You want me to drop it off?”

Jim shook his head. “We have until tomorrow to turn it in. No sense doing it before one of us goes somewhere.” He eyed Tony up and down. “Unless you’re going somewhere, that is.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. “Actually, I think I’ll stay in tonight. We haven’t really gotten a chance to get to know each other. Do I really have to call you Jim?”

~~~

The sock wasn’t used much, to Rhodey’s relief. Not like he would judge, but where would he find the time? His schedule was already packed enough without accounting for the time and effort needed to bring someone home.

Oh, and yes, Tony decided to call him Rhodey instead of Jim. What was he going to do with this kid?

On the occasions the sock was used, he would just go to the library. He was on a first name basis with pretty much everyone who worked at the front desk, so he’d just wave to them and head up to a quiet corner to work on his homework.

Still, it was a rare enough occasion that he never hesitated to unlock the door one Friday night. He’d trone of his coworkers so he could work the afternoon shift and get the weekend off for once.

“Hey Tones, what do you say about-” He looked up as he walked in the door.

“Shit!” Tony yelped. “I forgot about the sock! God, Rhodeybear, I am so sorry.”

He didn’t even know how to react. Tony was bright red and clearly in the middle of something, panting like he hadn’t tasted air in weeks. “Oh, my, okay, I’ll just…” he pointed out of the room and moved to grab his wallet and his keys.”

“That’s Rhodey?” A new voice asked. A new, male voice asked. A voice that apparently belonged to the messy blonde head of hair that popped up over Tony’s pillow. He fixed him with a smirk. “Well hiya sailor.”

Rhodey waved awkwardly before he tried to dart out.

“I already told you he’s Air Force, Grant,” he heard Tony say. “Rhodey, wait!”

He paused in the hallway and turned around. “What?”

“Look, I am so, so, sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m still kinda seeing it dude.”

Tony looked down at himself, as if just being made aware of the fact he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Again, so, so, so, sorry.”

“Go back inside before an RA sees you and you get a citation. We can talk about this when you’re fully clothed, okay? I’ll just go somewhere else for a while.”

“I promise I won’t forget again. We made a deal, and I broke it.”

“Mistakes happen,” Rhodey assured him. “Let’s just be grateful you didn’t have more than your shirt off when I walked in.”

“Oh god, I’m never gonna live this down am I?”

“Probably not, no,” Rhodey grinned. “I think you have someone waiting.” He gestured back towards their room.

“Christ, Grant, yeah! I’ll catch you later.”

The door only opened one more time, and Rhodey glanced back to see the sock in its proper place on the doorknob.

He needed to go on a long, long walk.

~~~

“Come on, Rhodey. It’s just one night.”

“I have an advanced chem lab due Tuesday, I should really start on the write up.”

“Rhodey?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s Friday.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes and tipped his head back to look at Tony. Turns out their living situation wasn’t an absolute nightmare, and they stuck together into senior year. They upgraded from a dorm to an apartment, where they mercifully had their own bedrooms, but that didn’t mean they didn’t spend the same amount of time together.

“And since when do you struggle with chem? You’re literally taking this as an elective even though you took it freshman year.”

“It’s a refresher course,” Rhodey said futilely. “I needed the credits.”

“You also need a break. We’re going out.”

“Do I have to?” he groaned.

“Yes,” Tony told him. “Look, if it really is that bad, you can go home after an hour, deal?”

“Deal.” They shook on it, and Rhodey got up and stretched. “When are we leaving?”

“Ten minutes, so you better change into something you can dance in.”

Much to Rhodey’s chagrin, it wasn’t really all that bad. Honestly, the pounding headache he had behind his eyes was starting to fade even with the intense bass of the speakers.

Even when Tony dragged him out onto the dance floor, he realized he was actually having a lot of fun. Damn him for being right.

They got separated at some point, so he had to look for him to make sure he hadn’t left. Rhodey spotted him in the middle of a few people, both male and female.

“Bisexual,” Tony told him last year. “I’m bisexual, so I don’t really have a preference when it comes to sex or dating or any of that.”

Tony was perfectly capable of making his own choices, but that didn’t stop Rhodey’s first instinct to pull him away from them. That was what he wanted, but he guessed he never really let go of the fact that Tony was still basically just a kid.

He checked his watch. It had been an hour. More than, actually. Tony wouldn’t care if he left. He could claim he was tired and needed the extra sleep.

Rhodey wouldn’t even have to mention the funny feeling in his stomach, telling him something was truly and deeply wrong.

~~~

It kept happening over the years. Every time he saw Tony getting a little too close to a man, something felt off.

Not that Rhodey was around much. After graduation, he shipped off to basic training, and then to base, but every leave he made time to go to California to visit Tony.

And every time he was in California, Tony made him go out.

Rhodey was 26 when it happened. His life was finally shaping up the way he wanted it to. He wasn’t overseas as often, landed that liaison position at Stark Industries that Tony swore up and down he hadn’t rigged for him, and was finally to a place where not everything felt like he was sprinting everywhere all the time.

Yeah. It was nice to finally breathe again.

Not rushing to keep up anymore also meant vacation time. Vacation time that was occasionally used to help Tony bear the brown-nosing of his late father’s business partners.

Thankfully Tony didn’t need him that badly, so he sat back and sipped a glass of champagne, chatting only when necessary.

The guy who was really keeping Tony company was new to his staff. A talented engineer, right about their age, who’d met Tony at a coffee shop. Rhodey wasn’t sure how they’d ended up talking about their jobs, but they talked enough that Tony found out he was unhappy with the company he’d been working for and offered him a place at SI.

There was no tension between them. Rhodey’s been wary of Tony’s judgment slipping around men he found attractive in the past, but this didn’t seem like one of those times. Everything was pointing to a solid working relationship with the new guy.

Henry. His name was Henry.

“Colonel Rhodes.”

“How are you, Senator?”

“Very well, thank you. How’s life back in the states?”

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world, sir.”

The senator chuckled. “Working for Stark now, ain’t you?”

“Part time. I still get my fair share of action in the field.”

“Your life won’t ever be boring. Speaking of Stark, have you seen him lately?”

Politics. How charming. “He’s around, I’m sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

He slipped around the man without much trouble. Rhodey wasn’t his real target.

The room was starting to feel stuffy, so Rhodey scanned the room for an exit. He was fairly certain this venue had a balcony that he would very much like to utilize.

Sure enough, there was a balcony. It was on the floor above where the event was being held. A few other people had also found their way outside, so Rhodey walked until he was out of ear shot of all of them.

Or so he thought.

A few moments later, he heard what sounded like whispering coming from the other side of a potted plant near him. He’d been so lost in thought that he must not have noticed their voices when he first came out.

He’d rather not bother them, so he stepped back to walk away, and accidently caught a glimpse of a couple.

Not a couple. It was Tony and Henry.

Then Tony reached up and kissed him.

The kiss was damn near tender. There was no rush, no urgency of Tony wanting to take him back to his hotel room, just a sweet, sweet kiss.

Every time he saw Tony with a man, his stomach turned. He hadn’t recognized that emotion then, but now?

It washed over him like a bucket of ice cold water.

Disgust.

He was absolutely disgusted that Tony was kissing a man.

As soon as it hit him, he ran. Well, he ran as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. He needed to get home.

Home.

Philadelphia.

His mom had raised him better than this. She taught him that while other people might think it’s wrong, their two neighbors, the two women, weren’t really sisters, but loved each other too much to live apart. He had no objection to Tony dating guys. As long as two people cared about each other, that was what mattered, right?

Rhodey checked his watch. If he left now, he could be in Pennsylvania by morning. All he needed to do was grab his bag from the hotel and leave Tony a note and-

He laughed bitterly. Even when he was overtaken by waves of nausea, he was thinking of Tony and how he’d react to Rhodey’s sudden disappearance.

The duffel bag he brought from California was still sitting unpacked next to the door. There was a pen and a pad of paper next to the phone that he used to scribble out a note to slip under Tony’s door while he called the front desk to check out.

Hey Tones,

Sorry to leave you high and dry. Vacations don’t last forever, so I’m going home for a couple days. See you when I’m back in San Francisco.

-Rhodes

~~~

Rhodey grew up living in one house. All his life up until he turned sixteen it was his mom, his sister, and him, under the same, unchanging roof.

The doorbell hadn’t worked since his junior year, but the old brass knocker was still intact.

“I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times!” His mother shouted from inside. “If you’re selling something, I ain’t buying-“ The door swung open, and she trailed off “…it. Jamie, honey, what’s a matter?”

“Hi mama,” he choked.

“Oh, dear. Hold on, let me make you some coffee.”

She set the mug down in front of him at the kitchen table. “Is everything okay, Jamie?”

“I’m not in any kind of trouble if that’s what you’re asking.” He let out what equated to maybe half a laugh. “It’s more of a personal thing.”

“Came home to ask me for advice?”

He nodded wearily. “It’s. Well, it’s Tony.”

“What about him? Is he all right?”

“He’s fine,” he assured her. “Honestly, it’s barely even about him.”

“Then who’s it about?”

Who was it about? “Do you remember Ms. Camila who lived up the street with Ms. Haufman?”

“Sure I do. They still live there. Actually, I meant to tell you last time you called, they had a sweet little commitment ceremony. They invited the neighbors they could trust. I met their dog, which is the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen, I swear. What do they have to do with Tony?”

“You raised me to understand and accept everyone for who they are no matter who they love.”

“Which you’ve always done,” she nodded. “Even before I taught you, I know you’d care about people enough to get that.”

“I don’t think I can do it,” he whispered, ashamed. “I can’t do that with Tony for some reason.”

There was a pause. “How long have you known?”

“Since the year I met him, mama, I’ve always supported him, but I’m afraid I can’t. I don’t want to be homophobic. He’s my best friend, I can’t lose him.” The thought was too much to comprehend.

She didn’t respond to that. “When was the last time you slept?” she asked instead.

“A couple days ago? I’ve been a bit busy-“

“Being a grown man and having a personal crisis, I know. You want me to tell you what I think? I don’t think you’re being homophobic. You’re self aware enough to know that would be a problem, not to mention guilty and also definitely overthinking things. Do me a favor and take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner, and then you’re staying the night. I’m not letting you drive back to California like this.”

~~~

With one last kiss on the cheek, she sent him on his way with leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“For the couple of days you’re spending on the road,” she said. “And a little extra for Tony when you see him.”

The containers were in the back seat in a small cooler she had to spare. He’d see how far he could get before he absolutely had to stop and sleep, but at the very least, he was confident that he’d be back in his own apartment with enough time to wallow in his thoughts for a couple days before clocking in on Monday.

Three days later, he pulled into the parking garage of his apartment building, and made the Herculean effort to drag everything out of his car so he didn’t have to make multiple trips. That didn’t stop him from not putting away more than the bare minimum before collapsing into his own bed for the first time in almost a week.

Rhodey woke up to someone banging on his door. He rolled over and looked at the clock.

It was 9am. Who the fuck?

“Rhodey? I know you’re home, I saw your car in the garage. I called your mom, she said you’d already left her house. We need to talk.”

Tony. It was Tony.

He grumbled as he pulled an old sweatshirt over his head. “What?” Rhodey demanded.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, it’s kind of urgent.”

“It’s fine. Come on in, I’ll make breakfast. What do you want to talk about?”

“It’s Henry. We uh, we were dating.”

“Were?”

“I kind of broke up with him? He just wanted to use me for press, and maybe company secrets. You don’t seem surprised that we were dating.”

“Parts of your story weren’t adding up, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out,” Rhodey shrugged.

“And you were okay with that? With me dating a guy?”

The 38 hour drive from Philadelphia solved that for him. “Of course. I’ve never had an issue with that.”

“You always seem tense when I bring guys around,” Tony prodded.

“Not because I’m not okay with you dating men.”

“Then why?”

He studied Tony for a moment, and snorted. It wasn’t homophobia. Mama was right, he was overthinking this. “I’m uncomfortable with you kissing guys,” he said matter of factly.

“You’re… okay. Why?”

“Because I only want you kissing one guy.”

“That’s helpful. So this will all stop when I settle down and get married?”

“No,” Rhodey told him, removing Tony’s coffee cup from his hand and twisting him around in his seat, hovering mere centimeters from his face. “This will all stop when you kiss me.”

[ptergwen]

omg what about a peter blurb where the reader turns their phone off to study or sleep or finish work to meet a deadline or something and they haven’t talked to peter al day bc of that and he freaks out imagining the worst (bc he’s seen the worst poor boy) and comes over to the reader’s apartment and they’re so confused and like make fun of him for being so worried 🥺 idk i just think it’d be cute

oh wow this one really got me :,)

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

hey babe, hope you had a good sleep ♥️ wanna go for breakfast?

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

i’ll take you to that place with the smiley faces in their pancakes :) the ones made of fruit

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

it’s getting kinda late y/n... where are u?

Five missed calls from peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

too many thoughts are running through peter’s head as he jumps into his form fitting suit. his alter ego usually takes sunday’s off, but he’s making an exception for you. he’s insanely worried about you and why you haven’t returned any of his texts or calls. it’s well past noon already. you’re usually up by now, and you’re never not on your phone. something just seems off.

peter quickly swings through the neighborhood until he gets to your apartment building. he moves so fast that it’s reckless, banging into poles hard enough to leave bruises. that doesn’t matter to him, though. all he wants is for you to be okay. he wants to see you and know that everything is fine. you two haven’t hung out this weekend, so it’s been a couple days since he’s properly checked in with you. anything could happen in that timeframe.

you could’ve gotten hurt, or been taken, or much worse. peter isn’t even willing to let himself think what worse entails. he’d like to be logical and assume you slept in. maybe, his texts simply didn’t send. may has been meaning to make a complaint about their building’s spotty wifi.

in peter’s world, everything is unfortunately beyond logic. he’s freaking spider-man, which means people are out to get him. they’re out to get you. he has no clue what he’d do if they succeeded.

you spin around in your desk chair, earbuds playing music loudly while you read over your notes. final exams are coming soon. you’re using every free second you have from this point on to study for them. sighing, you star a definition you’ve been struggling with. your music drowns out the sound of peter frantically knocking at your window.

he can’t see you from where you’re sitting, so he isn’t sure if you’re there or not. it’s when you finally look up that you notice the red and black clad figure peering in. you gasp, startled at his sudden appearance. you pull out your earbuds and make your way to the window. peter lets out the biggest breath of relief when he sees you approaching.

“sorry, i was-“ your explanation is cut off by peter’s rambling. “are you okay? where have you been? i was... i was so scared something happened to you, y/n,” he admits in a high pitched voice, you only stepping back so he can come inside. continuing, he pulls off his mask. “did you not get my texts? or calls? i was trying to call you all morning. please don’t forget to answer me, y/n/n. you know how i get when-“

“i’m fine, peter!” you reassure him with a giggle. he’s out of breath from talking so much and rushing to you. “i’m right here. i’ve been here all day.” you grab his broad shoulders, which relax under your touch. “well... why didn’t you reply?” peter wonders, frowning as his arms come to hug your waist. “did you not wanna go out with me?“ confused, you tilt your head to the side. “i haven’t checked my phone in hours. i was studying. wait, you wanted to take me out?”

peter can calm down at last. you’re not in danger, you weren’t ignoring him. you were simply busy doing schoolwork. that, he actually applauds you for.

“for breakfast, yeah.” he manages a shy grin as he coaxes your body closer to his. “i’d ask if you’re still interested, but it’s a little too late now.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “i love brunch.” “i love you,” peter deadpans and pecks your lips sweetly. humming, you bring a hand up to the back of his head while your lips press to his once again. his messed up curls brush your face as he leans in and kisses back.

“i love you, too,” you mumble against his lips, earning a real smile from peter. he’s still smiling when he breaks the kiss. he gives you a final one on your forehead, arms never leaving you. “how about you get dressed so we can bounce?” “will you swing me there? you came prepared,” you tease, heading over to your dresser. his face starts to heat up. “i thought you might’ve been in trouble.”

“in trouble of failing a test, not being sacrificed by a supervillain.” you’re laughing to yourself while you get your clothes together. fully blushing, peter takes a seat on your bed. “you never know.” he toys with his gloved fingers. “just wanted to make sure i could protect you, if you needed me.” “peter... baby,” you coo, walking back over to him with your outfit tucked under your arm.

“i appreciate you dropping everything and coming here, i really do. shows me how much you care.” you cup one of his pink cheeks in your hand, willing peter to look at you. he does, threading his fingers through yours. “i care a lot.” “so much that you drive yourself insane,” you agree. his lips stretch into a small smile. “trust me, you’re the first person i’m calling when bad guys try to capture me.” your thumb brushes over his skin, eyes softening.

“that makes me feel strangely better. i’ll think before i overreact next time,” peter decides and kisses your palm a few times. “you didn’t overreact. you’ve been through some shit, pete.” you nod to stress your point. “it’s a normal response, okay?” “thank you, baby. for... i don’t know, existing,” he chuckles softly. you ruffle his curls with a goofy grin.

“let’s go get some smiley face pancakes.”

[haikyuuthots]

Please write anything with a jealous Suna 😩, I need that in my life

I want you for myself - Suna Rintaro

Pairing: Suna rintaro x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: mentions of alcohol and weed, curse words, some arguing

Summary: you’re at a party with your boyfriend, having a good time. You’re doing your own thing for a moment when an old friend from your childhood comes up to talk to you and catch up. Suna sees you guys interacting and clouded by jealousy, makes a scene.

A/n: GIRLLLLL thank u for requesting i love writing a bit of angst. But as always fluff at the end, bc that what we’re here for. Hope you enjoy reading! 😘

Masterlist

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When your boyfriend Suna asked you to come to this party with him, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You loved partying, and you knew most of the people who’d be present so you knew going would be such a fun time.

Upon arrival Suna immediately began greeting his friends, you of course already being familiar with all of them waved hello and did the same. The music was blasting and you noticed everyone dancing and having a good time , there was a lot of drinks and plenty of weed to go around.

You stuck around Suna for about an hour, until your best friend Carrie noticed you and begged you to take a couple shots with her. You looked over to your boyfriend and let him know you’d be gone for a bit, complying to Carries request. He had no issues with it, he himself was about to start taking shots with his boys as well. You kiss Suna goodbye, and part ways for a moment.

Now on your fourth shot, you’re swaying to the music with your bestie, laughing and overall having a good time. You notice your boyfriend stare at you from across the room, when he notices you’ve caught his gaze he makes sure to send you a bashful smile, indicating that he’s having a good time too. Your heart flutters at the sight, you loved you boyfriends cheeky smile.

Still dancing you look over to your best friend “I’m really thirsty do you know where I can find water?”

“Yeah I heard there’s some in the fridge. Want me to come with you?”

“No girl stay here, I’ll be real quick.”

You slowly leave from the spot you were in and make your way to the kitchen, bumping into a few sweaty bodies on the way there.

Finally reaching the kitchen you quickly make your way to the fridge, normally you’d be too embarrassed to reach into another persons fridge but considering the fact that you were 4 shots in and parched you couldn’t care. Reaching inside to grab a water bottle you open the lid and start drinking, becoming startled by a voice

“Y/n?”

You turn around and notice a tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, his face seeming familiar to you

“Uh, hi? Do I, know you?” You ask as nicely as possible

“It’s me. Josh.” He replies with a smile

Hearing his name you recognize him instantly. Joshua Moretti, he was your neighbor for almost your entire childhood and your best friend all of your grade school years. He moved far away your third year of middle school, and although you’ve talked here and there, you hadn’t heard anything from him for years.

“Omg no way!” You shout as you quickly go to hug him. He reciprocates right away, squeezing you with excitement.

“You look so different! You’re so tall, and wow I did not recognize you at all.” You say happy to see your old friend

“Yeah. You look a bit different too, but I instantly recognized you when I saw you walk by.”

“That’s so crazy, well tell me how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”

You and Josh start catching up, he talks to you about how his life has been this far and you do the same.

Meanwhile back in the giant living room where you were before Suna notices your absence immediately. He didn’t see you leave, so he had no idea where you were. Even more confusing he noticed that your best friend was still in the same spot without you, which he found really weird.

A bit worried he gives a quick heads up to his friends, letting them know that he was going to look for you and he’d be right back. Passing through the people he’s looking left and right, in hopes to see you. From across the room he can faintly see you, you’re in the kitchen, hugging another man.

His heart drops to the pit of his stomach and his blood boils at the sight. What the fuck were you doing in the arms of another man???

He’s now pushing people to get out his way to get to you sooner. His gaze never leaves you and he notices you’re smiling at whatever the fuck this man is saying to you. He honestly never wanted to rock the shit out of another person in his entire life. But his anger was only rising and the alcohol in his system was only adding more fuel to the fire.

Finally reaching the kitchen he doesn’t hesitate to rush the other man, forcefully pushing him out of your way.

“What the fuck are you doing touching my girlfriend!?” He yells anger laced all over his words

The entire interaction caught you off guard, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

Instantly you reach to get your boyfriend off Joshua.

“Suna what the fuck!” You yell out as you push him away to create space between the two men

“Don’t what the fuck me, who is this and why the fuck are you hugging him?!”

You’re taken aback by his tone. You’ve never seen Suna like this, he was always chill and always spoke to you softly.

“Suna, baby please calm down, you’re making a scene.” You softly say gently placing you hands on his arms

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He shoves your hands away and quickly storms out.

You look back at Josh, who looks very shaken up. You immediately apologize and soon after quickly make your way to follow Suna.

Running behind him, you two are now outside the house in the middle of the sidewalk. You shout out towards him to stop him from walking any further

“Rin please stop!” You yell out.

Suna turns around and makes his way over to you, his body is now hovering yours and you notice he’s still very angry “don’t tell me to fucking stop when I’ve just seen my girlfriend holding some other guy.”

“Can you let me fucking explain?” You yell out, becoming more frustrated

Suna stays quiet and only glares back at you.

“He’s my fucking friend from grade school. We grew up together, he’s like a fucking brother.”

Suna still says no words

“And guess what Rin? He’s getting married in 4 months. So that whole scene you did in there was for nothing!”

There’s now a silence between you two. It’s evident you’re both overwhelmed with emotions. You were beyond upset at his actions and he was trying his best to process everything. You didn’t want to be in his presence any longer, thinking the best thing to do now was to let each other cool down. Turning around, you begin walking away from Suna but he instantly stops you by holding onto your wrist.

“Please let me go. We both need space right now.” You say more quietly this time

“Fuck.”

You turn back to look at him and his head is looking down at the floor

He continues talking “I feel like such an asshole. But put yourself in my shoes.” He’s looking up to you now “I had no idea who that guy was, I’ve never seen him in my life and you’ve never mentioned him, so to me it was just some random guy you were hugging.”

You’re fully turned around now, listening to him speak

“I couldn’t fucking stand it.” He clenches his fist “I couldn’t stand seeing you in another mans arms, it fucking clouded my mind with anger. All I wanted to do was fuck him up.”

“Rin.” You say bringing your hand to caress his face “I get it, you had no idea who he was and if I’m being honest I would’ve been angry too if it were the other way around.”

“You’re mine.” He says, quickly grabbing you by the waist to bring your body close to his

There’s barely any space between you two, as he starts kissing you down your neck, not caring if you were in public

“The mere thought of you being near anyone else makes my skin crawl.” He says in between kisses.

“Rin-“ you breathlessly let out but he cuts you off

“I’m sorry I really am, but I just couldn’t control it. I want you for myself.”

He makes his way over to smash his lips against yours, and you reciprocate right away. After kissing for a moment you gently push him off, beginning to talk again

“But Rin, you can’t just hit people. I promise you I don’t want anyone but you. I’m all yours baby, but please-“ you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer “don’t do what you did in there.”

Suna rests his forehead on yours, still tightly holding you “I’ll work on it. For you. But I get jealous, and I don’t think I ever won’t. But I promise I’ll work on how I react from now on.”

You smile at his words. Although you were completely aware that this dynamic wasn’t the sanest, you loved Suna with your entire heart and soul, and you wanted him to be with you.

“I love you baby. I’m all yours.”

Suna picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, he closes the gap between your lips, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Thank you for being mine.”

[trashinaglass-archive]

Just Jokes

Request: Would you write a Harry X Reader where she's staying with them for quarantine and the boys keep pranking her (idk like egging her or stealing her clothes) and they don't realise she's getting fed up so she ends up losing it and Harry feels bad that he didn't see how it was getting to his girlfriend?

A/n: Egging is so mean omg😂 I didn’t include the actual pranking part bc I’m really bad at it, not gonna lie

I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS SORRY IF THERE ARE GOOFS😂😂

Gif is not mine, I got it from google bc tumblr doesn’t want to supply any freaking gifs of him

“I’m gonna kill your brother,” you announce as you sit next to Harry. “And his dumb sidekick.” You wrapped the towel around your body a little tighter as a chill ran through you, wet hair dripping on the bed as he laughs softly.

“What for?”

“They’ve been messing with me all week. I couldn’t find any of my clothes, but I happen to look out the window and they’re in the freaking garden. And I just got out of the shower! What am I supposed to do, walk around naked?”

“Wouldn’t hurt my feelings,” he smirked. You looked at him, unamused. “I’m joking.” He rubbed your back, assuring that he understood your frustrations. “I’ll go talk to them. You can grab something of mine to wear, if you want.”

You watch as he walks through the door, a hand ruffling his hair before turning to look at you one more time. A small smile crossed his face as he grabbed the door knob and pulled the door closed, giving you some privacy. You huffed out a breath, trying to force some of the anger to leave your body, but it doesn’t seem to help. Standing up, you look through the closet and pull out a jumper, letting the cozy material warm you up. You slide on a pair of pants and make your way downstairs, ready to face the mischievous boys.

“Bro, we’re just having fun,” you hear Tom’s voice as you approach the kitchen, stopping short so they don’t notice you. “It’s been a month now, with nothing to do.”

“Yeah, we need something to pass the time,” Harrison laughs.

You roll your eyes, of course it’s just fun to them. “I don’t know,” Tuwaine spoke up. “You guys can be horrible some times.”

Thank you you mouth, raking you hands through your hair in frustration before crossing them across your chest again.

A scoff came from someone’s mouth before Tom’s voice came again. “She just needs to learn how to loosen up.”

“Loosen up?!” You yell, turning the corner to look at the boys. All four boys jump, eyes wide as you startle them. “You’ve been treating me like shit. My clothes are in the fucking dirt, what do you mean ‘loosen up’? Those stains aren’t coming out, some of those clothes have to be dry-cleaned. And that’s just today. Not everyone wants to do this stupid prank crap. Why not prank each other if you’re so bored? Why do you insist on taking it out on me?”

Harrison looked at you in sympathy. “Y/n, we did mean-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“‘We didn’t mean to upset you, we didn’t mean for it to come off that way.’ You never mean anything, but you always do it because you’re assholes with nothing better to do than be fucking bullies to the one girl in this house.” You storm off, returning to Harry’s room to be by yourself.

You can’t help turning around to make one last dig. “That’s why you can’t get laid, you worthless dicks!” You stomp back to the room, slamming Harry’s bedroom door shut.

The group of boys stood in silence, not sure what to do or say. “Told you she was mad,” Harry said, not looking up from the table he sat at.

“Well, how were we supposed to know? She never said anything,” Harrison argued.

“You can’t keep blaming her for the things you do to her,” Tuwaine cut in. “She’s right. If you have to pass your time with pranks, do it against someone who wants to participate. Otherwise it’s just mean.”

“And she’s not one for confrontation, you know that,” Harry added. “She wouldn’t just walk up and tell you to stop.”

The boys sat at the table, thinking about how angry you sounded. “I guess we should go apologize,” Tom sighed. He looked to his younger brother wondering if it would be a good idea or not.

Harry shook his head, “give her to the morning to calm down. She’s probably rehearsed a million new things to yell at you for by now.”

“Yeah, I don’t care to hear her yelling about my dick being useless again,” Harrison muttered, his hand moving down unconsciously to adjust himself. The other three boys laughed.

“Well, I’m gonna go check on y/n,” Harry announced, standing up. “She likes pancakes if you’re planning a ‘forgive me’ present.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Harrison nodded.

Tom nodded in agreement, “yeah, Harrison will keep that in mind.”

“Whatever. Useless dicks,” Harry joked as he turned to walk away. Laughing, he heard the two boys shouting at him as Tuwaine laughed along with him.

Once he approached the bedroom door, he knocked softly to let you know he was there. He opened the door and found you on lying on the edge of the bed, under the covers. He made his way over, climbing on the bed next to you. “Any other words?” He asked, giving you the chance to rant some more.

“Nah,” you whispered. “I’m good.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize they were doing much or that you were that angry with them.”

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do it.”

“Yeah, but I probably could’ve prevented it. Or at least made it not as bad.”

You laughed quietly. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll get theirs.”

. . .

The smell of breakfast hit you as you made your way to the kitchen, finding Harrison cooking breakfast while Tom stood next to the counter chatting with him. You quietly make your way to the counter to start a cup of tea.

“Morning, y/n,” Tom said with a smile as he noticed you. Harrison followed suit, repeating after Tom. You smiled at them, but didn’t give more than a quiet morning back. “So, about last night. I’m sorry, me and Haz both, we were just trying to have fun- which isn’t an excuse, but we didn’t realize you were that upset.”

You listened as you moved to the seat behind Tom, placing your mug to steep as you continued walking, opening the pantry. Grabbing the peanut butter, you turn to make sure both the boys were facing away from you.

“Yeah,” Harrison cut in. “It was just stupid. We really thought you would find it funny, and you would start pranking us back.”

“It’s fine,” you told them, grabbing a handful of peanut butter in both hands. “Boys will be boys.” You walked to where they stood, simultaneously shoving the peanut butter in both their faces.

Tom and Harrison yell out in shock and confusion as they wipe their faces. “And if you mess with me again, I’m shaving your heads in your sleep,” you threaten, cleaning your hands with a towel then handing it to the closest boy. “Thanks for the pancakes though.”

[wndrcarol]

mine | villanelle

request: Hey!!! Ma'am plsss I loveee your account, thank you for your service 😭🥺I was wondering if you could write another piece of possessive jealous villanelle in which she beats the shit out of a guy who is flirting with you, and then proceeds to fuck you in the nearest room, fists covered in blood and sweaty. Omg I think she would love bdsm and fucking you roughly, image when she gets angry 🥴🥵 Daddy kink, straps, bondage, spanking, she speaking in Russian when she is furious. Thank you! 🙏🏼

a/n: this..wow. holy fuck- all I have to say. This was def a whirlwind to write bc I love this request so fuckin’ much. This defenitly has smut so please only 18+! I hope you guys enjoy + requests are open!! <3

pairings: Villanelle (Oksana Astankova) x F!Reader

warnings: Fingering, strap-on, daddy kink, spanking, edging, degradation, slight talk of blood/bloody hands and pure filth

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All day, you had been in a teasing mood because Villanelle hadn’t been paying attention to you. You were also horny since it had been a while since you both had done anything with your schedules being so busy. She had been caught up in work all day and your tricks just weren’t cutting it. So when she said that you both should go to the club tonight, you agreed, knowing that doing something there would give you 100% of her attention then.

Walking into the club, you immediately gravitated to the dancefloor. The loud music pounded in your ears but you didn’t mind it as much. It helped you to let loose from everything that was going on all together. Villanelle suggested to grab you both drinks and you nodded, watching her push through the crowd to the bar. You felt a pair of hands grab onto your hips from behind which startled you at first since it was a random guy but you smirked at the ‘bright’ idea you got.

You began to dance with the guy, who was getting a little handsy that you kept moving his hands back up to your waist every time they went to grip your ass. Sure, you wanted to get a reaction from Villanelle but you still wanted to have some sort of control.

Villanele walked over to the bar, ordering you both drinks, turning quickly to make sure she still had an eye on you before she got lost trying to find you again. Doing a double take, she saw a random guy come up to you, a part of her wanted you to push him off but another part of her watched to see how you would react. She had taken in every attempt and hint you dropped to her all day but she didn’t want to react and give in. Her own personal teasing, you could call it.

When she saw you grind into a guy and his hands move their way to your hips, gripping onto you, that was when she lost it. She stormed over to the both of you, tapping him on the shoulder. The guy turned around before knocking over onto the ground as Villanelle had punched him right in the jaw.

You stood up, eyes wide at her reaction to seeing you both dancing as you watched her straddle the guy, punching him over and over before pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Hands off my girl” she said, punching once more on his nose which caused him to bleed. Her hands were slightly covered in his blood mixed with blood from her knuckles from how hard she had punched. You rushed over, pulling her off of the guy and onto her feet.

“Stop. You’re going to kill him if you keep going” you said as she looked over at you. Her eyes were dark from a mix of adrenaline and wanting. A wanting to teach you and tell you how you were hers and only hers.

Villanelle grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bathroom as you felt a pit in your stomach from both excitement but also from nervousness. You both had been in this predicament before, going to the nearest room to have a quickie but it never has happened after Villanelle beating up a guy, nearly killing him.

Closing the door behind you both, she tugged you to the nearest stall, eagerly pushing you in and shutting the door. Being in a tight space together, you could feel Villanelle’s breath fan onto your face as your breath hitched a bit when she grabbed your hips, pulling you close into her.

“You see what you make me do? Hmm? Almost making me kill someone just because they had their hands all over you, caressing you the way only I should be doing” she said, looking from your eyes to your lips as you let out a small whimper feeling her hands grip your hips tighter.

Swiftly, she spun you around so your face and chest were against the the stall wall as she hiked up your dress above your ass as she inhaled a sharp breath seeing you were wearing her favorite black lace set.

“Were you wearing this for him to see, Printsessa? For him to rip off of you before he fucked you?” she said into your ear, leaning into you before smacking your ass hard pulling a yelp from you.

She chuckled, pulling back and caressing your ass before smacking again. “Uh uh, baby. You want to act like a whore all night so this is your punishment” she said, smacking once more, harder making you jolt slightly forward.

Villanelle turned you back around to face her, smirking at you before she crashed her lips against yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hips, steadying you on your other foot. You moved your hands to lay on her shoulders until she pulled back abruptly. You looked at her, confused as she took her belt off and looked at you.

“No touching me, baby. Another part of the punishment since you were so touchy tonight, alright?” she said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Yes” you spoke as you raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes what?” she smirked, waiting for you to answer as you moaned slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you said as she slowly rubbed her thumb against you cheek.

“That’s my girl” she said, placing your leg back down before taking both of your hands softly and tightening the belt around them, moving them above your head for you to grab a hold of the top of the stall which, thankfully, you could reach with your heels.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re true plans were for tonight, angel” She said, standing back up, moving her hand down to your panties, slowly rubbing you above the fabric, smirking at how soaked they are already.

“So wet. I bet your boy toy wouldn’t appreciate this as much, don’t you think?” she said, pushing aside the fabric and slightly pressing against your clit before beginning to rub quickly making your breath hitch.

“Tell what your plans were baby” she said, continuing to rub at a quick pace as you tried to catch your breath, letting out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the stall. You felt her other hand pick up your leg again, giving her better access to keep rubbing.

“I just-” you breathed in as she slowed her pace a bit “I wanted to piss you off, show you that maybe someone else can pleasure me” you smirked, wanting to get a reaction out of her. She stopped rubbing your clit which made you whimper at the loss of the feeling.

Giving you a sharp look, she inserted two fingers quickly, beginning to pump in and out at a slow pace, you moved your hands down from the stall to move her hand quicker but she quickly moved them back up to hold onto the stall.

“Is that so? You really think someone can fuck you just as good as me? Get you to scream so loud just like I get you to?” she said, pulling her fingers out, looking at them covered in your slick wetness before moving them to your face, motioning for you to suck on her fingers.

Opening your mouth, she moved her fingers in as you began to suck. She let out a moan, slowly unbuckling her pants and pulling out the strap that she had put on before leaving the house that night. Taking her hand from your mouth, she used it to help align herself before slamming into you quickly, pulling you close by the back of the neck.

You moaned loudly, thanking the music from the club for being so loud that no one could hear you as your eyes rolled back, feeling Villanelle pull back out slowly before slamming in again fast.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t think of anyone else” She said, picking up the pace as you leaned your head back against the stall, your moans beginning to get louder and louder. You lifted your hips a bit, feeling a new sense of pleasure from the new angle, your eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, Kiska. Moan as loud as you want, let them hear you” She said, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she began grunting, moving her hand to rub your clit while continuing to thurst at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna-” you started but was cut off by letting out a short scream, gripping tightly onto the stall as you started to feel your orgasm being brought to it’s peak.

“Fuck.” Villanelle moaned out. Watching you in this state was almost euphroic to her. She knew how to pleasure you and it gave her pleasure watching you unravel underneath her, being able to share an intimate connection.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let me see you” she said, moving your head to look at her as you inhaled a long sharp breath, feeling yourself release, letting out a long moan. Villanelle moaned along, thrusting slowly, letting your ride out your orgasm before your body went slightly limp. Villanelle pulled out, putting the strap back into ther pants as you looked at her confused.

“You don’t want me to help clean you up?” You asked as she smirked and shook her head. 

“We can do that at home. This is just round one” She winked, placing your leg back down, helping you with your panties and dress to make sure you were presentable even after getting fucked in a restroom. Villanelle took the belt from your wrists, placing it back onto her pants as she looked at you before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you” she said, looking at you as you smiled, taking her hands into yours and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“And I love you. Don’t worry, no one can fuck as good as you” you winked back as she let out a laugh.

“Damn right” she said, smacking your ass lightly, making you jump as you both exited the stall, preparing yourself for what is going to happen at home.

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feedback is appreciated!

lorDt- please someone, pass the holy water

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Angry/Pissed off BTS

To my lovely followers - thank you for all your input on this! I hope you enjoy reading each others ideas!

Namjoon

Seeing that angry Namjoon post is making think that all I want is for him to fuck me from behind while having one hand wrapped around my throat and spanking my ass with his other while calling me a bad girl and making me cum over and over until I’m a sobbing mess 😩 Daddy Joonie got me fucked uuuuuuppp!! - anon

Imagine Namjoon is performing at a concert and he looks into the audience to see you flashing him your tits cheekily. Though no-one else noticed, too busy enjoying the show, he is infuriated and seeks you out angrily after the show. He takes you home and ties you up on the bed, edging you for hours using his mouth and cock as a punishment - Bunny 🐰 

Imagine Joon being super pissed off after an interview because they asked stupid questions, so he takes his frustration out on you, pulling you into the nearest closet room and making you get on your knees to suck him off, thrusting into your mouth ruthlessly. Then he cums in your mouth and tells you to swallow like a good girl. - Bunny 🐰 

Seokjin

Jin always gets "fake" mad, mostly cus he just wants to make others laugh, he isnt trying to be that serious! But u just know that when its on, ITS ON! He doesnt look like the type too would be a rough dom but if you push his buttons HE WILL SNAP! He'll punish u for being such a brat, fuck u face down in the matress, spank u until ur ass is red and sore and grab u by the neck so you'll stay down and finish in ur bare back!!! But then he'll check if ur okay cus hes a gentleman ~knee anon

Tbh I can't see Jin getting angry easily but what would make him angry imo is you spending waayyyy too much time with one of the members and laughing at the member's jokes too much, chosing to sit next to them and not Jin, maybe not giving Jin enough attention so he'd just grab you and drag you to the bedroom to fuck you mercilessly till you forget everything except his name - anon

Imagine Jin being your Dom, being bratty and misbehaving for him, his voice goes quiet as he gets angry. He spanks you then teases and edges you for hours as punishment, leaving you whimpering and begging, and the whole time he has this angry smirk going. Maybe he chokes you at some point too, and after he’s done with you, he makes you blow him, pulling on your hair to make you take him deeper (rough angry Dom Jin is dreamy as anything) - anon

Yoongi

Omg I can totally imagine Yoongi being angry at you in the studio, because you're not hitting the notes/singing the way he wants you to. So he finally just has enough and fucks you over his desk and maybe even possibly records your moans for another song of his...  - baby boy

Imagine Yoongi thinks he’s been making progress flirting with you only he overheard your friend teasing you about it and you’re embarrassed so you’re dismissive like, “He’s just a baby-faced little shit who likes messing w/people” so Yoongi waits until he can corner you and prove he’s not messing around at all. - anon

Angry Yoongi oouuff!! I can imagine him in his studio seething at some stupid vlive comment or something like that and then I visit him there bcuz i was missing him for some days and he ends up releasing his anger by roughly fucking me in his studio couch🥴🥵  - anon

Hoseok

Angry J-Hope? You mean, sweaty, aggressive J-Hope in a private, 1-2-1 dance practise, late at night - frustrated at how you keep messing up until finally he grabs you and shows you how to do the move by posing you, except now you're face to face, panting, and he ends up punishment-fucking you there in front of/pressed against the big mirrors? THAT angry Hope? - anon

Broskis hobi when he's reviewing dance choreos ya know that face? Now that for pissed off hobi. Like he would just give you that look and you would already be sinking to your knees in front of him - anon

Hobi angry scenario: either he's trying to teach you a new dance routine & you keep failing &it pisses him off bc he showed it to you so many times so he just pins you against him &leads you through it roughly with great emphasis on moving the hips so he finally forces you to ride him just to show him that you can actually move your hips OR he's at an award show watching you do a sexy performance with someone else after you told him you wouldn't do it & he's so pissed he fucks you backstage - anon

Jimin

One good way to piss off Jimin would be to send him a nude or dirty text right before he goes on stage. I wonder what he'd do after the concert.  - anon

I remember once tae said jimin is the scariest when angry and i really cant get that out of my mind now! I feel like he would just ignore you if you are horny but he is still mad, give you the silence treatment only to make you want him more and get more desperate! And he is secretly horny to, palmimg himself when you arent looking, but he would never admit it cus its just so much more fun to watch you beg, all desperate for his cock😩 - anon

Angry Jimin- you've done something dangerous and,as he cares about you,you will be taught a lesson,you'll learn to obey.Oh,the edging,his tongue nowhere near your core,the whispered swearing in your ear with that delicious accent, fingering you with 4fingers until you become a sobbing pliant mess and promise to behave. His quiet "finally" as he fish-hooks your cheek with the fingers coated in your juices and pounds you mercilessly as you taste yourself and come mumbling 'thank you sir's☺ - anon

Taehyung

bro taehyung when he's mad. the growls and grunts the faces he'd make ohmygod ㅠㅠ them big ass hands spanking you, choking you, manhandling you. like either 1) he'd do all the work - missionary so his thighs literally smack against your hips - or doggy thighs againt ass n spanking hairpulling or 2) he'd make you work for it so you'd be on top and he'd just be laying there hands folded behind his head and you would be whining tf out or doggy again and you'd fuck yourself on him - anon

Just thinking about teasing Tae until we get home and he’s so pissed off/worked up. He just gives that stare and unbuckles his belt. He wouldn’t even need to say anything and I’d be on my knees - anon

Here's a scenario for an angry Taehyung; you had challenged tae to see how long he can go without sex but within a few days you were so needy but he won't giving in, so you thought that maybe he needed abit of a push. You went up to kookie, sat by him and put your legs over his. Jungkook was startled and gave you a puzzled look so you whispered into he's ear explaining the situation.. you put your hands on his chest. It really didn't take much for tae to get pissed. You could feel his gaze on you and you looked at him and mouthed "fuck me now". He got up in a instant to you by your wrist and headed straight to the bedroom ... 🤡🤡🤡 - anon

Jungkook

Imagine getting tied up by Kookie because you disobeyed him and made him angry… so he ends up tying you up and torturing you with toys for hours… completely stopping before you can cum… he’d be smirking the entire time with his arms crossed, licking his lips and every so often leaving a hickey on you somewhere… and then when he feels like you deserve it, he’d take out the toys and eat you out until you come undone from his tongue… - baby boy

My angry idea of Kookie is during a day when they are super busy. And it's early in the day but he cant do anything till way late in the evening. I'll spend the first half of the day trying to turn him on, hot stolen kisses, inappropriate touches and I'll pull away exactly when he doesn't want me to and act like I've done nothing. The second half of the day id flirt with someone else in front of JK and ignore him COMPLETELY, making sure that by the time we can get home he's MAD AF with me - anon

So I really like playing Overwatch, and I just imagined me and Kookie in a tournament or something, and me accidentally losing the game for us, so later on he comes over and angrily fucks me over my computer desk because of how pissed he is at me for losing 😳😳😶😶 - baby boy

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Imagine during live with Cal she's like "I've been craving [favorite snack] but I can never them at my store" and then Cal is at his goto grocery store and sees them and buys like 5 of them. And then he just mails them to her with some other goodies and a few pictures of Duke and him and ~him~ 😉👉👉 and she posts the carepackage on her ig story and everyone on twiter is freaking out bc they remember her comment on live

I’m seeing a vision! I tweaked this just a little. 

Here’s part one, two, and three. It’s the Distance series on my masterlist. 

Feel free to send me any ideas you have for this universe. I’ll try to use as many as I can, while still progress the story along!

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So Calum’s waiting at the airport, sunglasses and baseball cap. It doesn’t completely make him unrecognizable. But it helps enough. He had planned to get the airport right as she was landing so that he could avoid the crowd as he waited. He got to the airport and she hadn’t texted him yet. So he assumed that the plane got delayed just a little bit. So Calum just waits and a couple fans approach him, asking for a quick picture. He obliges but when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, he graciously backs out. “Sorry I can’t chat for longer. Here to pick someone up.”

And the fans totally understand and thank him again for the time he did spend with them. When Calum checks his phone, there’s a text from her: On my way out now. Plane had to circle for a bit before a strip opened up for them to land. Calum’s not worried and keeps his gaze glued to the sliding doors. There area few minutes, that feel like an eternity, but soon the sea of people starts to thin and Calum can spot her, with her suitcase next to her and she’s glancing around too. 

And just before he calls out her name, she spots him. Her bright is just as big and she runs over, colliding into his chest. And Calum’s trying not to think of how she somehow just seems to fit into his arms and how he really likes having her there with him even though it’s only been literal seconds. And she’s trying not to think about how Calum’s scent of Old Spice, faded but not gone cologne, and Gain detergent reminds her of her childhood and she’s not even sure how that happened, but it did. Dear God, save their souls. 

 So inside the truck, after getting her suitcase into the truck, Calum points to the bag at her feet on the floor the passenger seat. “Didn’t bring Duke, but I did bring snacks.”

So as she peers inside she sees her favorite snacks. “You did not!”

“I was going to ship them to you. But by the time, I was able to get my hands on some, travel restrictions her lifting and like, we started planning on your visit. So I just held onto them. They haven’t expired! I checked.”

“Thank you,” she returns, stretching against the seatbelt and kissing cheek. So she pulls out her phone and starts recording. And it’s just the profile of Calum’s face as he’s working to get through the traffic of the airport, but it’s fine. “So this man, right over there,” and her hand comes into frame as she gently pokes his cheek, “bought me my favorite snacks? And like, where the hell have they been hiding all the good men like you at? Thanks, Cal.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, throwing a quick glance in her direction and into the camera. But on the inside, he’s trying not to LITERALLY die. Because she just kissed him. Yeah, it was on the cheek, but still.  It fucking counts. That was a kiss. She initiated that and holy shit, he really needs to focus on the road but his cheek is tingling from the brief contact of her soft lips. Calum hopes he’s playing this really cool, but he’s so not cool on the inside. No, right now his pits are a swamp, and he’s pretty sure he might vomit, but right now he has to keep it together. He’s not thirteen for fuck sake, but everything feels so new in that first puppy love kind of ordeal. Even he’s over himself for reacting this way, but still as the drive settles in, his stomach still tenses up a little when she laughs and he’s hearing it in person and not ever speakers or through headphones. It’s ten times more magical in person. 

Soon they get to his place. As she gets situated, Duke’s sniffs around her, but doesn’t go straight up to her. However, a couple hours later, while she and Calum are in the kitchen, figuring out what to eat for lunch, Duke walks up to her. She feels his snout at the back of her heel and she laughs because it tickles. “Hello, nice to finally meet you Mr. Duke.”

He looks up at the sound of his name and then when she squats down, her palms up for Duke to sniff at. Calum’s heart is melting in his chest. He knows that this is it for him. He’s literally falling off the deep end because Duke, who’s not great with folks, is approaching her, of all people. If Duke falls in love, then he has not choice. That’s it, that’s a wrap. 

She doesn’t want to startle the old man, so she settles for some sniffs and gives him some head scratches and Duke’s content with that. He can handle that before going over to Calum and then flopping onto his belly.  “I would be offended but I know that’s your human,” she jokes. She misses her own dog.  Calum mentioned Duke still being a little hesitant around other dogs and she arranged for a friend to watch them. She would have daily video calls though and that would be enough for the five days she was out of town. 

And later on, in the day, while she’s stretched out on Calum’s couch with her head in his lap and Duke curled up on the opposite side of Calum, she scrolls through Twitter. The TV’s playing a rom-com that she didn’t have to to beg Calum too much to watch. The fans are having a RIOT over the video you just posted. With comments like: He remembered her favorite snacks. Wow, what a world to live in when i can stan a thoughtful King. And a few others. One sticks out, I totally get that their relationship is their business. But omg, this is love if I’ve ever seen it. Calum and her both deserve this. Attached is a bunch of crying emojis along with the weepy eyes one too.  

“You begged me to watch this movie, and you’re on your phone,” Calum teases. 

“It’s a commercial break, thank you very much.” But she’s just staring up at him, the cut of his jaw and the way his eyes melt when he looks at Duke. She’s not sure how she’s going to be able to leave. 

As the movie resumes, she sits back up, the comments on Twitter forgotten.  Because it’s just getting to the good part, the climax of every rom-com ever where the two fated loves are on the brink of losing it all, and Calum’s not even paying attention to it because he’s trying to memorize the way she looks curled up on his couch, and the way her nose wrinkles when she laughs, and the way scoots closer to the edge of the cushions like she can’t get close enough. She just belongs there and Calum’s praying that the universe treats him right just this once. 

As the week continues on, they fall into a easily into a routine and they sight see and just hang around the local shops and places that Calum loves. She snaps so many pictures of Calum, when he’s looking, when he’s not looking. One morning along with her morning cup of tea, there’s a stack of photos. They’re polaroids and some are really tiny, some are bigger. “What’s this?”

“When I got you the snacks, I was gonna send along some photos too. Make it like a care package, and I didn’t want you to leave without them.” So she looks through all, with pictures of Duke, and Calum and Duke and some just of him and she smiles softly. One specifically, of Calum and Duke chilling in Calum’s backyard is just small enough to fit in the tiny slot between her phone and the clear backing of her phone case, so she slips it inside, so the picture faces out and it’s not obstructed by the Pop Socket on the back of it. 

Calum only notices it later in the evening when they’re out at dinner and she’s put her phone face down onto the table. His heart is goo, and while it was goo a long time ago, it’s definitely goo now and he’s not even phased. He’d rather his heart melt and run through his fingers if it means she’s the one with the bucket to collect it all. 

-H

[uwumessenger]

Since you watch ATLA can you write for the brothers with MC that gets their face stolen by Koh when that brother pisses him off? But let's say Diavolo helps MC get their face back later on so it's temporary and there's no need to worry much about MC never having a face again or anything 😳

that's sCARY AS HELL omg koh definitely scared the living shit out of me when i was a kid LMAO thank you for saying that diavolo helps mc get their face back bc if i would cry if mc straight up disappears bc dont his victims end up somewhere "between life and death" 😳😳 ANYWAY

Lucifer

lucifer was supposed to meet with koh numerous times but flaked each time ...eek

so koh stole ur face by popping in and scaring u 🙈

koh entered ur room undetected and unannounced so when lucifer walks into your room all he sees is a faceless mc

his instinct is to blame mammon but you somehow communicate to him that it wasnt his fault

he tells diavolo about it and when diavolo says he can help get ur face back within a week, relief sets in

he helps you with anything you need and makes sure the other 6 dont bother or bully you in any way

never tells you that the reason why ur face was stolen was bc he was missing his meetings w/ koh but from now on he's sure to never flake again

Mammon

somehow managed to steal a mask koh had that was made completely out of gold idk how he did it but he did

he dragged u w/ him and koh stole your face once he realized what happened he said aight mammon it's onsite i am lit rally a facestealer

when he first runs away he deadass forgets you cant see so he has to go back to grab you and gun it

straight to purgatory hall to ask solomon for help. when solomon says it's out of his control yall go to diavolo

panicpanicpanic

luckily lucifer wasnt with him ! diavolo says that he'll help you out

theres almost no way that mammon could hide you from lucifer for an entire week so he convinces diavolo to let you stay in his castle

checks in on you A LOT and once ur back to normal the whole stolen face thing becomes blackmail B)

Levi

idk what he'd do to set koh off. it'd probably be more like

hey mc, let's visit koh and ask him if he has any manga from back in his day

and then you accidentally chuckle when koh looks at u and now u have no face

levi nicknames you no face as in no face from spirited away and doesnt think much about the fact that you dont have a face until he realizes oh, you doNT HAVE A FACE

he actually tells lucifer instead of trying to hide behind his back and then yall go to diavolo for help

he ends up feeling really bad and checks in on you occasionally as ur confined to your room

after you get your face back he'll still poke fun at the situation and call u no face smh

Satan

accidentally summoned koh to his room (on a bad day for koh) but koh went after u instead. now ur face is gone

he searches all his books for spells that could at least give you a temporary face but alas, there is nothing

lucifer is doing a room check and that’s how ur found out...eue

satan confesses to summoning koh but everyone still has to listen to the four hour lecture anyway

he likes to read different urban legends to you in the weeks that you guys wait for diavolo to fix ur face

right before you get your face back he marches to koh’s residence and rocks the shit out of him as he should

Asmo

asmo simply wanted to see if it was possible to charm koh and take all the faces for himself!

until u showed disgust on ur face at the wrong time while watching asmo. 2 be fair it was too hard to not cringe!!!!!

he would then try to charm koh into giving ur face back but eventually gives up and takes you straight to diavolo

hes in TEARS because ur beautiful face was stolen and it was all his fault </3 poor bb

but he feels happier when diavolo says he will get ur face back!

in the meantime asmo will most definitely draw on your face. when you get it back he compares all the photos of his drawings to your actual face LOL

but he'd also feel pretty bad so he'd give u a fat hug and apologize haha

Beel

err here it'd be more like you wanted to visit koh but not alone so u bribed beel with food to get him to come with

and ur doing fine until beel starts to try eating in koh's house when koh said specifically no eating in his home 😡😡 im sorry this is turning silly i really dk what to do fbdndndnd

koh's reaction startles you, but before you can put a straight face back on, koh turns and sees ur emotion then steals ur face

surprisingly he doesnt capture beel's either bc his face looked like his soul left his body

hes not afraid to ask for help but tries asking levi and mammon first, then satan, then solomon, before asking lucifer if he or diavolo could do anything

in the week that you're faceless, he's mainly concerned about the fact that u have no mouth so u cant eat!! D:

he definitely tries feeding you dhdjdjjd and gets very stressed when the food doesnt get through to you

by the time you have your face back hes ready to eat a bunch of ur favorite foods and snacks with you !

and ofc apologizes for not being as strict with you. now it'll take a lot more than a dozen cheeseburgers to visit someone so powerful and dangerous like koh ✋🏻

Belphie

this guy definitely said some shit to koh back in the day

upon running into him again in public, koh decided he would get his revenge by stealing belphie's face!

it was a flop bc belphie naturally isnt too expressive BUT koh shocked u to ur bones so it was ur face that got stolen instead

immediately tries to hide you but tells beel about it. this guy already semi-successfully killed u once so the amount of trouble he'd be in for getting ur face stolen....WHEW

obviously it's next to impossible to hide you and beel felt sad that you couldnt eat or drink or talk so he ratted belphie out LMAO

and it was straight to diavolo since lucifer was with him

while ur faceless, nothing really changes. hes still pretty much the same but he does ask you if you need anything and will prevent you from falling off the bed or couch and all that

when you're back to normal he doesnt really apologize BCNSNSJS bc he technically didnt do anything wrong but he tells you that he feels really bad and will protect you better!!!!!

[peaceisadirtyword]

omg i loved it. everything you write is wonderful and Alex has my heart and I love it if you write more about what happened before their meeting.

I put these two together (I hope that’s alright)💖 the first anon is referring to this drabble I posted a few weeks ago. It was an idea I had for a while and I really like it, so I'm glad you wanted more of it!💕 it kinda has the friends with benefits thing so I thought I could make something with these two (second anon: if you want me to write your request completely apart from this, I will, just ask) 

It has a bit of angst, mentions of smut (not very detailed) and really bad writing bc my brain is still recovering from the exams lol

Hope you like it!💕

You could feel his eyes on you. Even at the other side of the club, where he danced and laughed with his friends, he didn't take his eyes off you. 

You smirked every time you saw him staring. It was him who decided you two were just friends... With benefits? But in secret. Everyone could sense the tension between you two, but he was scared that if the both of you started dating, your friendship would be ruined, and it would affect the whole group of friends you had in common. 

And, he confessed, he didn't want anything serious just yet. 

It was fine, you were fine with that. Fooling around with him, having casual sex... All in secret, which only made it even more exciting. 

Though he would have to stop looking at you like that before everyone realized what was going on. 

"I'm going to the toilet" you left your drink on the table, next to your friends. They nodded at you and you caught your best friend's smirk as she looked at you with an eyebrow raised. You winked at her and left. You never told her about this friends with benefits thing, she just knew you and Alex too well. 

You walked next to him, walking just in the middle of his group of friends, standing on a circle, on purpose. Just to tease. He looked at you and took another sip of his beer, clearing his throat. 

Not even two minutes had passed, as you fixed your make up on the mirror, when he entered the bathroom with a big smile. 

"Hello" 

Drunk Alex was your favorite Alex. 

"Hi" you smirked, turning around to face him "This is the ladies' toilet, Alex"

"It's a fucking toilet, it doesn't have a gender, Y/N" he scoffed, annoyed, as he approached you and sneaked his arms around your waist, leaning in to kiss your lips. You giggled into the kiss and your hands caressed his neck.

"Anyway, you should get out before someone else sees you here"

"To be honest, I don't care" he moaned against your neck. You smirked, and let yourself close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his lips against your neck. 

"Lock the door" you insisted, he sighed and nodded, getting away from you to lock the door, immediately coming  back to you. It was like his hands were glued to your body. 

You sat on the counter, next to the sink, parting your legs so Alex could stand between them, his hands caressing your thighs. 

"You look so beautiful tonight" he muttered, kissing your cheek softly, with his eyes fixed on yours "I mean, you always look stunning, but tonight... This dress" he groaned, crashing his lips against yours. You moaned out loud when you felt his already hard member pressing against your still covered sex. 

"Someone's eager" you giggled, caressing it softly over his jeans. Alex moaned and pressed his forehead against yours. 

"Who wouldn't be, after seeing you dance that way?" He whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe "I promise I want to make you scream my name, take my time with you and hear your moans for hours, Y/N, but now... I can't wait"

"Then..." You grabbed his shirt, pushing his body even closer to yours "Why don't we start the first round now so we can go to your apartment for the second?"

"I like that" he smirked, his fingers already slipping into your underwear "I like that very much"

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The phone ringing woke you up. 

You had been sleeping on Alex's arms, with his soft breathing against your neck, his warmth surrounding you. 

You groaned when the awful sound startled you, and accidentally kicked his leg, making him groan. 

"I'm gonna kill you" you muttered "Turn that off" 

Alex chuckled sleepily into your ear, kissing your cheek before turning around to take the phone. 

"Hello?" He asked. His voice was hoarse and it made you bit your lip and look at him with narrowed eyes.

Suddenly, he stood up, widening his eyes and running his free hand through his hair repeatedly. 

"What? Like... Are you serious?" 

He started pacing around the room, wearing only his boxers. You sat on the bed, frowning as your eyes followed him. 

"I... Wow" he smiled, rubbing his eyes in disbelief "God, this is... This is amazing!" He laughed in pure joy, his beautiful eyes were full of happiness "Thank you, thank you so much..." He rubbed his face "I... I need... Can I call you back?... Nice, thank you" 

He hung up, throwing his phone to the bed and laughing as he looked at you. 

"What happened?" You asked with a small smile on your lips. His smile was contagious. 

"Remember that casting I did? The one for Vikings" he kneeled on the bed next to you.

"Yes, I remember, what...?"

"I got the role, Y/N" his eyes fixed on yours "I got the fucking role, I'm in, I'm going to play a main character"

You widened your eyes, your lips curving on a big smile. 

"I knew you would!" You giggled, hugging him tightly. Alex hugged you back, chuckling softly against your neck "You're amazing, see? I told you"

"I can't believe it" he muttered "This is what I've wanted my whole life, Y/N" 

"I know" you moved to look at him on the face, cupping his cheek with a smile "I'm so proud of you, Alex, I truly am"

"Thank you" his smile faltered then, and you frowned "I just... I have to leave Denmark" 

You sighed. You did think about that, more than once. Being one of Alex's closest friends, you helped him to prepare the auditions, you watched the show with him -well, in part because you had a huge crush on Travis Fimmel- and you were always there, supporting him. He had the talent, obviously, and you were more than sure that he'd get the part. 

But yes, he had to leave Denmark.

"Denmark will still be here when you come back" you tried to smile again "And so will we, your friends, your family... We'll be here waiting for you when you come back, being all famous and professional"

"Yes but... I will... Be alone there" he frowned. 

"Alex, trust me, you will not be alone" you chuckled softly "You'll make friends, good friends, with the rest of the cast, you're not the only newbie in there, I'm sure, and we'll go to visit you!" 

He then bit his lip, looking away from you. 

"This is... This is big..." He took a deep breath "I don't know if I can..."

"You can" you tried to make him look at you again "You have the talent, take this as a master class on acting. They chose you because they saw something in you that they didn't see in the others"

Alex opened his mouth to speak, but didn't say anything. 

Come with me. 

He wanted to scream at you that he didn't want to be there all alone, that he needed someone, someone like you, who was there supporting him, with comforting words and warm kisses. 

But he couldn't ask you to leave everything; your work, your classes, your entire life... Just for him. 

And we're only friends. 

With benefits, yes, but just friends. 

"I..." He almost said it "I... Thank you, Y/N, for everything" he smiled softly "You're... A really good friend"

You tried not to look too disappointed, a sad smile curved your lips as your heart broke a bit more when you realized that's all you were for him; a really good friend. 

Yes, you could fuck, make out and sleep together in secret. But no one said anything about love, right? You would never take his hand while walking down the street, or kiss him lovingly, or hear an I love you on your ear just before falling asleep. You'd never have dates and all that romantic shit. He'd find someone and he'd fall in love, and you'd stop seeing each other in secret, and that's all you'd be, a really good friend.

"You don't have to thank me" you muttered, your eyes fixed on the duvet that covered your legs "I'm just doing what friends do, right?"

Alex nodded, with a forced smile on his face. 

"I should call them back" he rubbed his neck, standing up.

"Yeah" you cleared your throat "You should".

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Usually, you loved airports. You loved traveling with friends and taking planes that would take you far away. But that day the mere sight of the airport made your stomach turn. 

It was the most difficult goodbye of your life. Especially because you could only hug him for ten seconds in front of his friends and family. You always knew this moment would happen; him going away to work as an actor. But you had always hoped you could say goodbye with a kiss, a smile and an I love you, I'll miss you. 

But you only got to say: 'Good luck' and shot him a wide smile before he went to hug his mother. 

I'll call you tonight. He had promised into your ear when you got away from him. 

He didn't call you. Not that night, nor ever. He didn't reply to your messages and he cut all communication with you. You thought maybe he was like that with everyone. Maybe he's going through a rough time, maybe he doesn't want to talk to anyone. 

But it was you. Only you. He did video calls with everyone else, texted them daily and even invited them to Ireland. And he left you heartbroken, not really understanding what you did wrong.

Only when he came back, the first time, he texted you. Should we meet up?

You didn't answer. What could you possibly answer to that? After months ignoring you, he couldn't really expect you'd be there waiting for him, right? 

You had started to see someone else, though, someone you ended up dating for two years. And everything went well, and you thought you had everything under control four years later, when he came back and stayed. 

Until that first time you saw him, when everything started falling apart again. 

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[crystu-cii]

OF COURSE!!!! I'd say you're hella close to it!!! Definitely closer than I am XDD 💖💞💝💕💝❤️💕💕❤️ A G R EED /hj XDD

Yeah ;w; oohh that sounds super interesting!! I can understand not pursuing a story tho, stories are d i f f icult-- XD fun, but difficult, and you need an attention span for them! (Why do you think I only write one page stories??)

OMS yessss that's so accurate tho-- like I haven't changed much if I'm being honest (I spend a LOT of time inside.. XD) awww-- I can understand that- in japan we didn't have a backyard, so I stopped going outside much at all-- occasionally I biked to convenience stores or walked to vending machines, that was cool, but no backyard :/ having no backyard sUCks, like where am I supposed to scream into the void?? INSIDE?? /j

OMS-- CRYS XDD what a Mood™ tho- "oh I'm gonna continue this thing!!" *does something else entirely*

XDD It was done Against My Will™ (get Against My Will on the album I Haven't Awoken Well Rested Since I Was A Child by the band The Bags Under My Eyes Aren't Makeup! XD) MOOD-- I spent the quarantine summer doing nothing but staying up until the sun rose and sleeping until it was at its peak- where did the time goooo

I AGREE HOW DARE HE- LIKE EXCUSE?? YOU TINY HEATHEN??? anyways now I'm trying to go back to squirting him with a squirt bottle to startle him(even tho he's a fan of water, the harsh spray startles him) but anyways thank you crysss I'm never getting a cat in my life now bc of this rude child (dogs are superior anyways /hj)

(and now time to reply to the OTHER ask cause I'm efficient and not going to send two separate asks to respond to things that can be responded to at the same time.. ....why did I even ramble about that wtf henry(huh I never refer to myself by name that felt weird))

Okay!! No worries dude, you can always take your time with replies, I just don't trust tumblr XD 💞❤️💕💝💝💖💕❤️💖 of course!!! Thank you!!! 💖💕💕💖💞💕

Oooh!!! That sounds super fun!!! Man I miss hanging out with my friends-- but my closest friend(lives in my neighborhood) has a parent who works in other people's houses, so high risk, and the rest live several hours away :)) but anyways yeah that sounds hella!!!! I love that y'all were just like "okay well. we're gonna hang out anyways." XDD

Aww-- I'm glad you are!! My brother and his bf were supposed to come but I think we have to postpone that cause someone in his workplace tested positive for covid :( YESS FOODDDD-- oooh cheesecake?? I've never heard of having it on Thanksgiving!! Usually we have pumpkin, cherry, apple, and pecan pies!! (We're having pumpkin and cherry ones this yeah!! Two pumpkin pies, a cherry pie, and a cherry cobbler--) I... Have never heard of pineapple pie in my life! Sounds like it would make pineapple-on-pizza haters burst into tears tho--

YOURE WHAT-- CRYS YOU HEATHEN IT IS NOVEMBER!!!!! /j I can't stand Christmas music, being a choir student made me not be a huge fan of it-- too much Christmas music.. ugh. (Straight no chaser is tolerable at least. And Pentatonix. And covers by artists I like. But if I have to hear Jingle Bells ONE MORE TIME--) YESSS BESTOW UPON ME THOU'S PRESENCE AND PRESENTS... Ooh nice!! Pfft XDD Yess- I have multiple on my wishlist-- mostly for the switch-- OMS I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T ASK FOR THSC-- MAYBE IM THE HEATHEN--

Okay, it's January 5th! Literally not even two weeks after Christmas-- Feel free to scream happy birthday at me :3 XDD now I'm curious, what's yours?

awhhh thank you ;w;; 💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

and legiT- and omg- also what i do a lot is thinking i have a story all in control but then i realise that i only focused on the main parts and nOT the transitions and all that shit and then i end up last minute thinking them- XDD and ngl one page stories sound SOO much better- imo- not just for writing- but for reading as well- whenever i go to see a fanfic I always read the ones that has one chapter- dunno how to fully explain it- possibly cause its satisfying to see a story actually have its end other than a long lasting series that will never end- XDD oneshots are my FUEL

buT WoW omg this topic has now made me realise how i barely go outside- XDD i wish there would be other thingd around my neighborhood other than a "park" that has DEAD GRASS and the sprinklers go off like every hour for some reason- duNNo what the builders were thinking but i guess i dont mind- i stay in my house a whOLELE lot xD

and YESS IT GETS ME EVERYTIME- "hey lets draw-" *-WRITES-* XDD AND ABHAHAHAHA (NOW ON YOUR LOCAL MUSIC STORES- XDDDD) and omG MEEE- the times i would usually sleep would be around 3 am to 6 am- ironically my mom has a more screwed up schedule than i do- and SHE STILL HAS- last night she told me that she hasnt slept in 48 HOURSSS- MaMAAA PLEASE SLEEP

GO AWAY CAT HEATHEN- XD and omG a squirt bottle of water yes XDD and awh i definitely understand now how youll not get a cat- sounds like a hecka pain ;0;; i never even had a pet before (or not that i would recall- oh wait i think i had fish but i have an embarrassing story that made my mom ban fish from the household- OH MAN the shame)

and yeahh oh man- i hope you are okay with all these topics XDD and thank you!! 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

awwhh i see- i wish you can hang out with your friends without it being too risky! that reminds me of that one time where my friend said "hey so uh you guys can hang out at my house since at my parent's workplace someone was positive for covid" and then immeadiately after they were like "SO WE NEED TO GO TO ONE OF YOUR GUYS' HOUSE" and Im LIKE- UH- NOO??? nOt AfTEr you just say THAT- nuh uh- thankfully we didnt hang out that day- better safe than sorry xD

and omggg those pies sound AWWESOMEEEE- i always wanted to try pumpkin pie before but when i asked my mom that she was like "nO iTS diSGusTing" and im like "*visible confusion*" and lOwKEY SAME- pineapple pie just sounds a bit off but my mom was really hyped to make it xD i'd actually say its not that bad! but im still not a fan of pineapple so uhhh xD (aNd YEAH IT DOES feel like it would make those haters cry-- XDD)

and PFHAOHFA IM A LIVING HEATHEN- XDD omg at this time of year- it gets CRAZYY for me- first off- Tree is a true filipino- right when it was the first day october- youd hear them say "FUCK HALLOWEEN"(and id just whine to them like "BUT HALLOWENENENEN") and then their family set up a whole christmas tree and over-the-top decorations- and omg- if you hate christmas music- you would despise the philippines sO MUCH- when the FIRST day of SEPTEMBER hits- CHRISTMAS MUSIC ON ALLLLL THE STORES- it will drive you WILDDD ( yeah its actually a normal filipino thing- not that i ever went to the philippines myself at tHAT time of year- but my friends and family tell me all about it- filipinos are the true christmas maniacs XDDD)

and awhhh choir must be a pain ;0;;; that would remind me how on one concert- the beginners class of choir screamed on purpose even though they werent supposed to- the teacher got so pissed XDDD and YESSS PRESENTSSSS- and awh man- i actually dont own ANY consoles at all- so the only things i can ask for is steam games- last year for christmas i got just shapes and beats- which was WORTHHH

and oo YAY- now i shall mark that on my calander- XD and mine is february 7!

[kpopshitposter]

“Come cuddle.”

Writing Prompt Meme

YAS THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS

I think this got a lil long (I love chan so much) but basically Chan comes into the coffee shop you work in (bc coffee shop AUs will never be overdone) and you fall in love with him instantly because who wouldn’t and then he makes your life better because what else would he do

Potential warning: This contains mention of a parent remarrying and getting a lil drunk at their wedding

If someone were to ask you to describe what happened in one sentence, you’d say a volcano erupted in your heart and destroyed everything in its path. That’s what it was like to fall for him. It was a violent, sudden hot mess.

You had met him by chance and were instantly smitten. He smiled so brightly and made you feel so at ease, so calm. He had this vibrant energy about him that, even when he was simply asking for coffee, you felt beautiful despite the apron wrapped around you.

You found yourself wanting desperately for him to come in. You started trying to look your best and thinking about him all day long. He’d only talk to you in short bursts, but they were always the highlight of your day. You found yourself asking for more shifts just in case he was going to come in. It was so wonderful to have some form of consistency, something to rely on. It was so wonderful to have something become familiar to you, finally, since you moved here and started university.

One morning he made a joke about you seeing each other so often that you’re basically best friends. You tried to not seem too happy about that.

He learned your name.

You learned his. Chris. You treasured this new knowledge like it was an incredibly precious secret.

He starts to ask about you - how long have you been working here? What do you do when you’re not here? It makes you feel so special, like someone cares about you, is interested in you. At first, you’re ashamed of yourself for being so taken by him, but when your world comes crashing down around you and he’s the only one there for you, your heart whispers a very gentle I told you so.

The news comes like a slap in the face. Your father is remarrying.

You’ve never even met his new partner. How could he be doing this? How could he bring a stranger into your life in such a permanent way? To make things worse, he didn’t tell you in person. Oh, no. The coward simply sent an invitation in the post. The only type of communication you’ve received from literally anyone about anything is some weird unknown number trying to call you. Since moving, not even your old friends have kept in touch with you.

When you ring him, he didn’t answer. That wouldn’t be the last time he avoids your call.

It’s barely been six months. You thought you understood him not visiting you since you moved out of the city, but the wedding is going to be near where you live, so he must have visited the venue and didn’t even think to tell you... You’ve never felt so unimportant.

Just thinking about it makes you angry, and it’s not until Chris is in front of you and looking concerned that you realise you’ve been wallowing in your thoughts. Your sniffle comes as a surprise to you. You quickly try to wipe away the tears begging to reveal themselves.

He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, because that would be a pointless question. Instead, he directs his request to your colleague. He doesn’t want to bring attention to you. You smile at him gratefully but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You find your chance to slip out the back and crumble to the floor of the car park.

You’re not sure why you’re crying. Maybe too much has changed at once. Maybe you feel betrayed. Maybe you thought out of everyone, you were a priority to your family. The last thought is the one that sticks with you. You’ve never been a priority for anyone, have you? Your father never cared about what view you might have on this, he never cared enough to introduce you two. If he doesn’t, who would?

The tears aren’t just half-there anymore. Your cries are coming out loudly. Why can’t you camouflage into this wall? Why, why, why? Why do you even bother?

The sound of your name startles you. You gasp, red eyes landing on the sweet-looking boy standing over you. You quickly try to rectify your image, fix your face, fix your hair, fix your clothes. Smile. Laugh. Be strong, for once.

He slowly kneels down in front of you. “What happened?” he looks like he really cares. You look back with distrust. “You might feel better if you talk to someone.” You continue to stare at him. “Oh-” he shifts and reaches into his pocket to bring out some tissues for you.

When you clean your face and wipe your nose with them you decide this couldn’t be more embarrassing.

“Please don’t keep it in, that will only hurt more.”

You want to ask him why he’s so nice to you, but you’re afraid you won’t like the answer.

“My dad is remarrying.” he tilts his head like he’s expecting more of an explanation than that. “I… that’s not the issue, that’s fine.” you don’t want him to think you’re selfish. You explain the full situation. How long does your rant go on for? You’re not even sure. You let it all out. You let everything out. How alone you feel.  How unimportant you must be. “I don’t even think I want to go to the wedding at this point.”

“Why not?”

“It will be so awkward and I’ll probably just end up having a mental breakdown in the middle of the ceremony.”

He’s somehow ended up sitting on the ground beside you. “Wouldn’t you regret not going? The way you feel won’t last forever.”

“Yeah, well, I might regret going, too.”

“But at least you can say you tried. You should still go. If you really can’t handle it you can leave early, but if you don’t even try you’ll always wonder. You shouldn’t assume the worst without knowing anything, maybe he cares so much about you which is why he’s scared to talk to you.”

That rings a little too true. You feel bad for jumping to conclusions and that kind of makes you want to start crying again.

“Even if it’s not awkward I’ll end up spending the entire time alone. I…” you take a deep breath and rub your face. Unless ... “Would you… go with me?”

“What?”

“I know I’ll chicken out without someone to force me.” you also might be finding an excuse to spend some time with him. “Plus, if it ends up being the worst mistake of my life it will be your fault that I went. It’s only fair you go, too.”

Chris looks like he’s thinking it over and you expect to hear don’t be weird, we barely know each other, but instead, he says “Deal. I’ll go with you, and if you end up regretting going I’ll treat you to whatever you want.”

“Yeah? Promise?” He scoops up your pinky with his own and presses his thumb to yours. You feel your whole body ignite with life.

“Yaaaay!” he cutely cheers, wiggling your hand. “It will be fun.”

So, that was that.

You exchanged numbers and smiles before you went back in to finish your shift.

That night, and every night, and every morning, and every afternoon, you spend time staring at your phone. You want to message him so much, but you had no excuses (at least, none that wouldn’t come across as totally creepy). You’d think about funny ways to continue conversations you might have had when he came into the shop, but nothing came to mind.

By the time it came to planning for the wedding you had stared at his number so much that you knew it by heart. So, when it popped up, you almost smashed your phone screen by dropped it down the stairs. It was a picture.

You hesitate before opening it and the moment you do you squeal. Oh. Wow. Is this a dream?? It has to be a dream right?!

You don’t know how to process this.

A second picture comes through shortly after - of him in a white suit.

You sit on a step and try to calm yourself down. He looks so cute it’s painful. You kind of want to cry (but you won’t, because that would be weird).

The pictures make this all feel so much more real. He’s taking you to a wedding. Shit. What are you going to wear??

Okay. It’s been 20 minutes and you haven’t replied yet.

[Text:] I love both omg!!!!!!!!!

Yeah. Way too creepy. You’re quick to delete that.

[Text:] You look good in both of them!

Uhhhh slightly too creepy. Delete!

[Text:] Whichever one you want.

Too aloof. You’re getting annoyed at yourself now.

[Text:] I like both of them, but probably the white one.

Nice. Send!

[Text from Chris:] I was worried I messaged the wrong number for a while.

He responded so quickly that you barely even had a chance to stand up.

[Text:] Sorry, was kinda busy :)

[Text from Chris:] What are you going to wear?

That sends you scrambling up the stairs and into your bedroom. Excellent question, Christopher! You start to rummage through things, finding the sexiest thing you own which fills you with the most confidence. You tidy up and sort yourself out as much as possible before sitting on the edge of the bed and positioning yourself to get a picture. You take as many as you need until you get the perfect one. You get a call from an unknown number and hang up. You don’t have time for people trying to sell you stuff or telling you that you’ve been in an accident recently.

[Text:] Maybe this? Not sure, it’s kinda old and I have a few better things…

You smile proudly at yourself. That was so smooth you can’t believe you - wait. You zoom in. You groan loudly. Underwear flung over your chair that you forgot to move! How could you not realise that?! You face plant into your pillow.

When your phone buzzes, you kind of hope it’s the grim reaper texting to tell you it’s time.

[Text from Chris:] You look amazing - you’ll be turning heads! :)

Maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he’s way too gentlemanly and sweet to comment on it. Either way, you feel yourself fall for him even harder.

After that, it’s a lot easier to message him whenever you feel like it. You send him cute dogs you say look like him. He sends you kittens he says look like you. You tell him about all the crazy customers you had and he soothes your soul with every words he sends you in response.

The day of the wedding comes and he’s waiting outside for you in the cab. You check yourself nervously 1,000 times and consider bailing 10,000 times. Your dad still hasn’t responded to any of your calls - all you’ve been getting is a bunch of random spam. Did he sell your number or something?! You don’t know whether you’re meant to be angry or hurt at this point.

Chris eventually lures you out of the house. When he sees you he smiles.

“Wow… you…” he clears his throat.

“Oh-” you play with the material by your sides, “you look really n- good!”

He seems to blush a little and covers his face slightly with his hands. You can barely even appreciate his cuteness because of how anxious you are.

He opens the car door for you and helps you slide in. You get another call from the unknown number, which leaves a voice message for the 20th time. You delete it instantly. You’re so fed up with being pestered.

The journey to the venue is filled with little glances and attempted smiles. You pat your chest to tell your heart to calm the hell down. He must be able to read your mind because he gently touches your arm.

The car stops at the venue and Chris insists on paying the driver. He even helps you out of the car. Under any other circumstances you’d probably get flustered by this, but you’re too afraid of what’s about to happen to really take it in.

You go in slowly, afraid that around any corner might be your father. You don’t see him until you enter the reception hall itself. He’s standing at the end of the aisle, wringing his hands. When his gaze finds you, he breaks out into a large smile and rushes over.

Okay. You weren’t expecting that.

He pulls you into a big hug and Chris smiles, stepping back to allow you space.

“I thought you weren’t coming!”

You’re so confused.

“I texted you that I was…” your response comes out struggled from the tight hug.

“I didn’t get anything.” your father frowns, releasing you and bringing out his phone.

“I called you a billion times, too.”

“You did? Let me see.”

You show him your call history and he blinks.

“That’s not my number anymore.”

“What?!”

“I tried calling you to let you know that I changed my number. I even left you voice messages. Didn’t you get them?”

“Oh…” you glance at Chris, “I thought it was spam so I didn’t answer any or bother with… why didn’t you text me?!”

“I couldn’t figure out how to, and since you moved out of the city it wasn’t like I could just come see you easily! When we came to see this hotel I tried to meet up with you but you kept hanging up the phone.”

You laugh at yourself, a bitter, miserable laugh. Chris was right. You shouldn’t have anticipated the worst. You shouldn’t have been so paranoid about answering the phone.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, and you bite your lip to distract yourself from your watering eyes.

“I am, too.” you sniffle.

“Who’s this?” he leans around you and offers his hand to Chris.

“Hi, I’m Chris. It’s nice to meet you.” Chris smiles, taking his hand in both of his and lowering his head politely.

“Nice to meet you too.” he looks between you both. His name gets called and he glances away. “I have to go, it’s about to start. Take a seat at the front-” he ushered a couple of apparently less important out of their seats to make room for the two of you.

You wonder how much Chris is holding back from gloating that he was right. He doesn’t seem like he is. He just seems happy and proud.

The music starts and you’re back to being nervous. You’re going to see her. For the first time. You’re going to see her.

You’re wrinkling your clothes by how tightly you’re squeezing the material over your thighs. Chris takes your hand and shuffles closer to you.

The further into the ceremony it gets, the more you squeeze him. Your father cries. That’s how happy he is. That’s how glad he was to say I do. To this woman. Whom you’ve never met.

Your family is now only going to be half-familiar to you.

You feel so guilty. You can’t be happy for him the way he deserves. Chris would remind you that regardless of the evil feelings festering inside of you, you’re still there. You showed up. You endure the entire ceremony, and now it’s time for the after-party.

You take your seats and a deep breath. Oh. Alcohol. Nice. You pick up a bottle and pour yourself some. When you offer it to Chris, he shakes his head. You’re not aware, but he wants to stay sober out of worry for you. He’s watching you in concern as you swallow gulp after gulp. You’re trying to drown your guilt.

The newly married couple make their grand entrance and you drink and drink. Their first dance. You take more sips.

You haven’t even said two words to your new mother-in-law… and you’re starting to think that was your own fault. Maybe you’ve just been ignoring signs. Maybe you’ve been too self-absorbed. Maybe the problem here is you, not your father. He deserves so much better.

“I think you should slow down.” Chris tries to take your cup away, “Eat someth-”

“Don’t. Don’t bother.” you might not regret reconciling with your dad, but you sure as hell regret coming and you definitely are starting to regret coming with Chris. You’ve probably misunderstood him, too. You’re probably thinking he’s your friend and he just feels sorry for you.

“There’s bread h-”

“Look, can you stop?!” it’s a good thing the music is so loud. “You got me here. You’re done with your end of the deal. You can leave now.”

He looks hurt and confused but you’re only seeing red.

“It’s great that he’s happy but I don’t know who that woman is. Now she’s part of my family and she’ll have to put up with me like everyone else. You don’t have to worry, you’re excused from pretending to like me.”

“I… haven’t been pretending.”

You grab your bag and stand up. The world sways. You stumble your way past the tables. You need to get out. You’re sure nobody in that room wants to see you. You get out of the hall and into the lobby, you’re determined to get outside while ignoring the strange looks. Even when you lose your balance and fall you still are only focused on escaping.

Hands on your arm are trying to help you to your feet.

You can hear your name.

Everything is so off-kilter. It’s all so wonky and impossible to see. You fall again as soon as you’re standing just by attempting to take one step.

Soon your feet are leaving the ground. You’re being scooped up in the arms of someone you can’t really make out. You’re mumbling to be put down, trying to scramble away from the arms which are cradling you. You’re too weak and apparently too quiet, so you start to shout louder. Put me down, put me down!

But some sort of exchange where you’re being shifted about is happening and soon you’re vaguely aware of being carried into the lift.

You’re able to focus a bit better when you’re still. You start to smile and giggle.

“Are you an angel?” you ask.

The beautiful man doesn’t reply. He just watches the floor number in the lift go up.

He shouldn’t have let you drink so much.

You end up falling asleep against the lovely warm chest you’re being held against. You drift in when your weight is being tilted this way and that so that a door can be opened. You’re laid down on a bed.

A wet towel is being put on your forehead and you’re being guided up into a sitting position and handed a cup of water. It’s then that you realise it’s Chris.

Ugh.

“Why are you here?” you snap.

He sighs. “Drink this. I’ll order some food to the room.”

“I said I don’t want it!” you swat and accidentally knock the cup back against Chris, wetting his suit.

“Stop it.” he sternly says, putting the cup down on the bedside table. “You’re acting childish. Don’t fold your arms at me like that. You already figured out that your dad was trying to call you so why are you still so upset?”

“That’s why! It’s my fault that he couldn’t tell me. He probably tried to get me to meet her a hundred times and I’m sure I found a way to avoid it! It’s my fault that all of this happened! It’s my fault that I felt that way and it’s my fault that I don’t know her. He probably doesn’t want a waste of space like me in his life anyway - I’m sure he was really happy to get rid of me. On top of that you’re still pretending to care!” Your phone is ringing. It’s the same unknown number as before, which must mean it’s your dad trying to find out where you are. That makes you feel even more guilty, which makes you feel worse about who you are. You hang up, which makes you feel worse on top of already feeling worse. It’s a swirling mess of emotions.

“I told you I’m not pretending.”

“Whatever! I get that you’re a nice guy, that’s really great. But it’s not fair! You’re making me like you and you probably don’t even realise! You made me feel special for all of five minutes but your work is done. It’s fine if you don’t want to be around me-” that goes on for a while. You rant about how you’ve fallen for him and how he doesn’t even care and how he’d be dumb to like you back anyway and you rant and rant and rant and Chris doesn’t interrupt you. He allows you to get it all out. He listens to you patiently, refilling the cup of water for you each time you drink it, taking off your shoes, making sure you’re comfortable. He finds some snacks which were already in the room.

By the time you’re done complaining he’s leaning over you. One hand on the headboard and the other on the bedside table.

“Do you think you’ll remember this tomorrow?” he whispers.

You’re tense and confused. You still your body and look into his eyes. He doesn’t mind the smell of alcohol on your breath as you attempt to bitterly reply “I’m sure I will.” Jackass. What is that supposed to mea-

He leans in closer and parts your lips with his own. He steals your breath.

When you start to kiss him back he places fingers under your chin.

Chris gets on the bed and straddles your lap.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“You won’t believe my words, so I’m showing you. Is that okay?”

You’re definitely sobering up now.

“I’m thirsty.” when you say that he raises the cup to your lips. When you’re done drinking he sets it aside. “I just… I really…”

“What?” he asks when you don’t finish your sentence. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I really hate myself, you know?” you can’t believe how much Chris has seen you cry.

Chris nods. “I know.”

“What do you know? Everyone loves you.”

He shakes his head, “I’ve had really bad anxiety. I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t want to be with yourself.” he dabs the towel against your forehead. He’s still in your lap.

“Oh.” You keep managing to make yourself feel guilty today.

“Eat some of this.” he picks up the biscuits he found and opens the packet. He feeds you. Your heart is beating wildly as you take it in your mouth.

“Do we have to go back downstairs?” you ask.

“I think the wedding is over now. You can talk to your dad tomorrow if you don’t want to let him know you’re okay now. I think you should sleep this off before seeing him again.” Chris is right - your dad would kill you for getting drunk and ending up in this position.

“... You think I should sleep... here?”

“Yeah. The room has already been paid for. I’ll leave.”

“N-no.” How do you say this without sounding too desperate? “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.” Chris nods and brushes dried tears from your cheeks.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

You can barely believe that this is happening. You feel the butterflies in your stomach grow into shy dragons as he gets up and removes his blazer. He’s getting comfortable to spend the night with you. You nervously get under the covers, taking deep breaths with every movement.

You’re so shy at first, and so is he. He smiles at you when you’re both all bundled up. He takes your hand and moves it to his lips.

“This wasn’t how I imagined telling you how I felt but… I didn’t want you to be upset for no reason.”

“How long have you liked me for?”

“I’ve always kind of liked you, that’s why I kept coming back for the gross coffee you make.”

“Hey!” you both laugh.

You seem to fall asleep smiling, because when you wake up the next morning it’s still there.

There’s a moment of unfamiliarity until it all comes back to you.

Chris is still sleeping and he looks so perfect.

You try as silently as possible to get up and creep into the bathroom. You’re shocked by your own reflection. You look like a mess. As quickly as possible you start to try and clean yourself up, adjusting your clothes and your, uh, whole face, basically.

When you’re as satisfied as you can be you try to slide back into bed to pretend you just naturally always look like that, but the mattress shifting wakes him up.

He groans and stretches. He rubs his eyes and squints out at you. He smiles lazily and holds out his arms.

“Come cuddle.” he says tiredly.

You can’t believe you’re hearing this. You can’t believe last night wasn’t a dream. You can’t believe you’re actually lowering down onto him. You can’t believe this is your life now.

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Just Visiting - Wong Yukhei

Hi this has been in my requests for a long time and I’m finally motivated enough to write it I hope it makes sense???

Word count: 1.3 I’m sorry

• so you’re visiting your older brother Taeyong one week during summer vacation

• your mom suggested it would be good for you to hang out with him again since it’s been a couple years

• of course he visited when he could but it was never for longer than a weekend and it was filled with spending time with the whole Lee family

• your mom contacted him and he asked the managers, they agreed after a little bit of convincing and deal making

• finally you were on your way to Seoul, you texted Taeyong that you had landed and SM kindly sent you a cab to take to the dorms

• when you arrived you took the elevator up to the floor he sent you

• you knocked and said your name when someone asked who it was

• “guys taeyong hyungs sister is here!!”

• there was a little bit more bickering from behind the door before it opened revealing a handsome tall young man

• “come in come in” - handsome boy took your bags and closed the door behind you

• you were immediately overwhelmed by the amount of unfamiliar faces in front of you

• “I’m jungwoo nice to meet you” - handsome tall man has a name now :D

• “hi I’m Yuta, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally” - he winks and you feel a blush on your cheeks at his forwardness

• “can you guys get away from my sister for a second so I can say hi?”

• they move away and you can finally see your older brother

• you wrap your arms around his waist and his wrap around your back, sliding up and down sweetly

• “how’ve you been little one?” he ruffles your hair

• “I’m not little hush” you pout and hear some of the boys aw

• “you’re 18,,,,you’re little”

• “18??” - Yuta crying internally

• meanwhile the dreamies and ‘99 line are grinning

• “okay how about we introduce ourselves yeah?” - johnny

• they go down the line and your eyes almost pop out of your head, how did you not notice him when you came in?

• “I’m lucas or yukhei or xuxi” - flustered Lucas bc you’re v v cute

• the finish up with the members closer to your age and you can tell that you and Mark will be close by the end of the week

• “here’s your room, unpack get comfortable and I’ll start dinner” - ty track

• you open your suitcase and put your stuff in a dresser and make sure your bathroom caddy is easily accessible for later

• a bit later taeyong calls out that dinners ready and everyone gathers around the table

• after dinner jungwoo suggests a brief movie marathon and of course everyone complies baby boy privilege

• after 3 movies everyone starts heading to sleep until it’s just you and taeyong watching a poorly written comedy and say goodnight after it’s over

• you take a quick shower and hop into bed after ty tucked you into bed we love a sweet big bro

• sadly a bad dream wakes you up at some strange hour of the night

• you roll around in bed for a few minutes before deciding that you need something to help you relax

• and you remembered Renjun getting tea from one of the cupboards earlier

• you drag yourself out of the bed and wander into the kitchen only to be surprised by a 6 ft man sitting at the breakfast bar

• to be fair he was startled as well

• “y/n are you okay?”

• “uh not really I had a bad dream but I’ll just make some tea and go back to sleep, sorry for bothering you”

• “no it’s okay, I couldn’t sleep either”

• you nodded and made your tea, while it steeped you sat down in the chair next to him

• “do you want to talk about it?” - puppy eyed baby :,)

• “it was stupid-“

• “bad dreams aren’t stupid, you can tell me”

• “taeyong had forgotten about me and it just seemed so real” - you pouting and avoiding eye contact

• lucas almost melts into the kitchen floor, you clearly don’t know how often taeyong talks about you

• “y/n, taeyong talks about how much he misses you almost every day. I promise he’ll never forget about you”

• lucas gets off the stool and wraps his arms around your shoulders

• you sigh contently because his embrace is so warm and comforting

• “thank you lucas”

• you turn your head to look up at his face and the smile on his face is pure perfection

• your unintentional puppy eyes draw lucas in even more and suddenly he’s moving his face closer to yours

• “why are you- oh...sorry...”

• you’re almost mortified but you realize it’s mark and he’s clearly blushing

• “no it’s fine, I’m just heading back to bed anyways. goodnight boys”

• mark and Lucas exchange a glance of understanding as they both return to their rooms

• the next morning you sit next to lucas on the same stools as last night

• “did you sleep well?”

• you smile at him and nod earnestly, you really were thankful for his reassurance and calming aura last night

• “yes, thanks to you”

• lucas shakes his head no, as if to say “don’t worry about it”

• taeyong comes out of the room he shared with doyoung last night and ruffles your hair

• ty was happy to see you getting along well with his boys

• “so I was planning on going out for lunch for with U later, I assumed you’d want to come?” - ty

• you nod eagerly and he chuckles “mmkay we’re gonna leave around 2”

• so around then you started getting ready yadayada you’re at the restaurant now

• “y/n sit by me~” - lucas whining and pulling out the chair next to him

• little did he know that everyone at the table was like “bro,,,,you’re obvious”

• good thing you’re oblivious!!!!

• you sit next to him and blush whenever your knees touch or his hand ghosts over your shoulders as he sets it on the back of your chair

• any anyways! y’all head to sm for some things

• you’re lowkey exhausted from walking after eating all that food and Lucas’s eats perk up when he hears you sigh as you plop down on the couch

• “do you want to lay down?”

• you nod and lay your head on his lap, he’s thankful you’re facing away from him or else you’d see the massive smile on his face

• he starts running his fingers through your hair after a few minutes of deciding if it’s a good idea or not

• you’re not quite asleep when taeyong comes back in the room with mark next to him

• “aw look at the happy couple” - teasing mark

• lucas tenses and tells him to huSH bc youre asLEEP lmao sike

• “taeyong hyung? can I ask your sister out?”

• ty is taken back bc shit this dongsae is bold but he been knew that

• he graciously said yes, your eyes nearly popped out of your head RIP but you stayed “asleep” until you heard them leave again

• you sat up slowly and flattened your hair down, still leaning into Lucas’s body

• “hey y/n do you wanna catch dinner later?”

• you decide it would be fun to mess with him a little

• “yeah! Mark was telling me about this place just down the street, I’ll ask him if he wants to come”

• “what? no why not just us?”

• “well wouldn’t that be kinda boring?”

• Lucas’s face drops omg what are you dOing to this baby

• “oh..uh y-yeah you’re right-“

• “I’m just kidding, I’d love to go to dinner with you”

• he jumps away from you with a dropped jaw and you bust out in laughter while he pouts

• “xuxi~ are you mad at me?”

• aaaaand yukhei’s whole resolve just melted away at you saying his nickname the way you did

• his mouth breaks out into a grin that he tries to hide behind his big hand

• “I’ll pick you up at 7” - cheesy ass wink followed by crackhead laughter

• “you guys are literally living under the same roof???”

• “get a room!”