#a lil drabble cuz im stressed and

[joonipertree]

part 2!

Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face

He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable

And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine

They're just pictures.

But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.

And the speculations run WILD

Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.

And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.

And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.

The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.

There's no reason to be jealous.

So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.

And it's forgotten

Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.

Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.

It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.

You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.

It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'

Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.

The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.

With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.

There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.

For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.

She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.

Oh. Fuck no

"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.

"What do you mean---"

Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.

"You heard him."

"He has a contract--"

"He doesn't give a fuck."

[painsandconfusion]

gonna post this song on my blog but i needed you personally to know this made me think of one of your whump pairs

not quite phobia whumper but sm close to that. V yandere whumper type, but the *vibes* of it reminded me of your blog

Yesssss I love this so much!!!

I'm gonna drop links to all my scenes this reminded me of cuz I was trying to FIND THE ONE I WAS THINKING OF one that matched it but honestly? I'm gonna just pop them here and yall can have fun with a yandere extravaganza.

Because who doesn't love yandere whump???

I'm declaring it Yandere Day, bitches. Drop your obsessive whumpers.

THERES ALSO ONE I CANT FIND AND APPARENTLY DIDNT PUT IN MY MASTERPOST AND NOW I CANT FIND IT FOR ALL MY SCROLLING BUT I REMEMBER IT WAS A YANDERE REQUEST THAT HAD WHUMPEE WAKING UP TIED TO A CHAIR AND I THINK THEY WERE LIKE RICH AND EXPECTING THIS WAS A RANDOM AND WHUMPER HAD A SHOEBOX FULL OF THEIR THINGS AND WAS SWEET AND TOUCHING FEELY BUT CREEPY AND I CANT FIND ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT HHHHHHHHHH

okay im good now

[moonlightcrusader]

i know you said you were doing a lil better in the last post you made but im hoping everythings ok! take care of yourself and take your time, your wellbeing comes first

I may have fibbed on the last last post back in early august - July :((

Explanation on why I was mostly gone / taking a break :

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So basically it kind of started after Father’s Day, I’m not sure if you guys remember but I think I mentioned my dad ordered/ marched us around to do stuff for him bc “it was his day and we do what he wants” and yeah everyone at the house was stressed out and frustrated. I was really angry bc he was being entitled and acting like he even deserved it :( all my younger siblings were stressed out and my mom, and naturally I was pissed. So that was like june and I was like okay no biggie. I lost a bit of inspo to write for a bit but I was like eh I can still do it.

All of July I was basically sick, I had horrible stomach problems and then my dad gave all of us the flu at the end of July, so I was really sick and under the weather all that month. You know, that was perfect to write Whump and I was planning a bunch of Whump fics, especially with all the new fandoms I was getting into!! 😂

However, I think what really sealed the deal was that my dad made us work outside despite being sick (he got over the flu so he was better) and he’s like a clean freak so the house was a bit dirty (WE WERE ALL SICK) so we couldn’t clean, and I had a huge headache and awful fever. Really bad, it felt like my head was gonna explode and I just wanted to crumble away.

Apparently that wasn’t enough for my dad bc he made me sweep the house (he got mad too bc I told him I wasn’t feeling well to work outside) and said I needed to get over it and kept yelling at me for not doing it faster. I did..what I could and sunk back into my room while I was feeling like crap. He later checked on me but…:/ just bc I guess. I ate bread and watched SpongeBob tho :)

Not bc of this but for privacy reasons my family isn’t talking to him often right now and that was like the end of July, so after that my life right now has been so peaceful and I guess I just felt..so mentally tired? Emotionally? Like, I felt like a rock was lifted off my shoulders. I just needed a mental reset and that’s why I’ve been kinda away? Like I know this might sound weird, but, the Spider-Man fandom has helped me cope and I guess it just reminded me too much of when I was so involved bc I didn’t wanna be reminded of my dad so I kinda took a break? Idk if that made sense lol

But I ventured to different medias (I normally stick to one and that’s it) started playing undertale, Deltarune, watching ROTTMNT and other stuff heh) and yeah I just…feel good ish now :)

I’m sorry if this didn’t make sense but moral of the story my dad makes me feel like crap so now that I’m not talking to him as much I feel rejuvenated and happier…and yeah. I don’t really like talking about it but sometimes it’s just… too much. He’s been kinda doing that my whole life but yeah I won’t get into specifics. Sorry for the rant guys aHHHHH

But thank you Anon for the check up!! And man I’m gonna admit it’s still a bit hard for me to write bc now that I’m in so many fandoms I just have so many ideas 😂 I’m hoping to update my drabbles soon cuz I still have my inbox requests. I’m probably gonna update my tumblr soon hehehehhee

[bnha-imagines-hcs]

oh no im curious about these sex pollen hcs. hit me up with some aizawa please if you want to and haven't already, whenever you have time?

( of course i had in mind some desperate guilty sex when i posted that, but it never wanted to write itself bc: aizawa wouldn’t. he just wouldn’t. so instead, have this sfw hurt/comfort thing – that is half summarised bc i didn’t wanna write everything out ❤❤ . )

| aizawa; drabble & headcanons.

           it wasn’t even a quirk. 

the sex industry, as always, is booming. tech levels rise through the ages and as man’s ability to mimic nature leaps ahead… we get a hold of that long sought-after aphrodisiac.as with any drug, it’s sold in degrees of potency - the most debilitating ones not commonly found anywhere but at the black market.

          it wasn’t even an attack of any kind. just a fun game, let’s try this shit out with your friends - spice up a night of clubbing. someone had gotten hold of it somewhere, and fuck but they should’ve asked where.they didn’t. underestimated it; caution wasn’t enough.

weak. everything is so loud, so bright, so invasively intense– a lamppost’s dim light cause for skull’s pounding and the door’s slippery slick plastic like a hyperactive second skin. 

not what you might call sexy.

and yet. of course this demonic fucking drug doesn’t give a shit– everything is aching. joints and muscles from the constant strain, head from the fucking stress and core because for the love of all that is sane, there needs to be something in there or around there.

         “sh-shou-t-t-ta-                              fuck                     -please open the door- fuck please be home,”                          knocking has little result when it’s a jarring slide of                          skinskinskin on wetslipperywaterplasticyskinskinskin               that renders their knuckles powerless. they slip sideways,                flop against the bell until it finally ringsloudLOUDFUCKINGLOUD.

the tremor in their limbs is a racket, something that drives up through all the senses- then finds it’s got nowhere to go, ricochets off every thought and turns emotions into nausea.

christ. are you supposed to take a single grain of this shit-? it’d been dust, fine and easy to sprinkle into the foam that topped one beer, the fizz of someone’s coke. those combos a good idea?evidently not.were you supposed to take that shit at all? was it not fit for consumption, or– oh god oh god oh god

it’s a god awful time, waiting for that second skin to peel away and leave them the fuck alone. thumping reverberates, an amplified ache, and then the door falls away and they with it.

“shit– y/n? injured or drunk?”          god, he’s so sweet. nothing useful registers; just blacks and grey [ stubble ] and pale skin / dark rings under [ eyes ] – there’s way too much sensation pouring in through every shred of skin held near.at leat the long kiss with the fucking front door desensitised that a lil bit.

          “…..shouta………..hm?”

“tell me your name.”

          oh lord, he’s worried. a stumbled reiteration soothes that some, but certainly not by much.

“what day is it?”

          “oh god, please don’t make me do that–” somewhere in the century that’s passed in hng shouta smell yeaaaahhh, there’s a click that casts out so much noise. rain’s obnoxious assault on the senses is cut short and they sag in [ arms ] distantly familiar.

“what day is it?”

          “shoutaaa… i’ hurts- uhm, uhm, fuck issit wednesday? should be wednesday night, went t’ club.” 

“partied with someone you don’t know?”

          “nno.”

          something high-pitched and short-lived arches into what’s roughwarmfirm. loud and bright and overwhelming all else; clean strokes of way too much / please more and the misery of begging for a cure.there’s a thumb at your mouth / but time passes too slowly and it’s gone ere you can lick it, pulling up eye’s lids until the hallway light is piercing. “–fuck, don’t do that!”

“where does it hurt?”

          “everywhere-” you squirm every time he lifts fabric just to uselessly look at your skin / cry for the skittering itching need when sure fingers check wrist, elbow, the inside of your knee - nothing lasts, not even long enough to fully register. “please, shouta-”

“tell me your address.”

          “–right here,” then, less obscenely, follows the street you stood out in the rain at, the house you’re in just to cling to his solid shapes.

“where are your friends?”

          “home. cab. took it together.” right, that happened. feels like oceans of drowning ago.

straight-up emergency calls Recovery Girl. she comes by despite the pouring rain; was on her way and also,,, u gonna help a pal out. goes yeah that’s what it looks like (completely unaffectedly asks shouta to keep his girl from rubbing themselves on her pls), then gives y/n a tablet that’s a sleeping pill & against inflammatory stuff, and a tiny smooch to help recover quicker - but a tiny one, cuz y/n is gonna need all of her energy.                 ( no not for that ya sickos >8) )

y/n remembers all that scattered intensity finally drawing into a focal point as shouta lets her grind on his thigh (he cannot touch her he just fucking can’t - and he’s right not to. he is not aroused in the slightest lmfao christ) before everything just. fades to black in her mind. she was not lucid enough to register the sleeping pill at the time (only swallowing smth), but come morning she can piece it together.she’s exhausted. and she’s slept – aizawa, sitting in a chair and at a desk to support him with what smells like bitter coffee, looks like shit. y/n cries for him, because they know how personally he takes things, how he worries, how it takes him a while to stop blaming himself for shit happening to ppl he loves. she’s sorry for burdening him - even if he prefers it, she’s just sorry to put him on the spot like that anyway. she cries for the scare– she cries for what could have happened.

shouta’s already called all the friends that went clubbing with his s/o and notified local police - both bc wtf this drug?? in civilian hands?? and obv to make sure they got home safe, and if they didn’t he’d call a hero to go find them. he’ll be questioning the friend who brought the drugs, find out whether this was a matter of accident or of someone dropping bad drugs in innocent hands.

y/n demands he come rest– shouta’s more than relieved to be able to hold them in his arms now without feeling dirty, though he remains cautious of reigniting smth somehow. but the drug’s immediate influences have passed - now their body’s exhausted both from it and from working it out their system. y/n couldn’t be less horny rn, just wants to cling to him & make sure he eats, gd. they take charge of the situation, of shouta and his guilt. he’s called in sick btw- sick, bc not spreading their private business all over w/o at least giving them time to prepare for it; it may go public anyway if it turns out to be a bigger problem. – s/o says ok. you’re going to eat. i’ll eat a lil too if i can keep it down. you can check on me in between making it (s/o is not gonna get up yet, that feels Not Good), then we drink some water, then we lay down here and rest. shouta’s won over bc logic and bc please let him physically curl arnd them to protect and wash away the night’s horrors.

[sugagummiesficrecs-blog]

Fic Recs: Masterlist

None of these are mine unless stated otherwise :)

Literally all of @btssmutgalore ‘s masterlist  is incredible tbh but my favs are:

-BTS Jimin - Good Boy 1  2  3  4   by btssmutgalore(ongoing) Smut

This fic literally gives me chills its so good, the whole thing is just so SEXY. This will leave you begging the writer for an update. 

When a collage trip gets annoying, you decide to play games with the guy who has a crush on you.  

-BTS Jimin -Sin City  by btssmutgalore (ongoing) Smut and Angst

I would recommend this if you want an emotional, sexy read. The main character is incredibly human and relatable; she has insecurities but wants to feel like a goddess.

After a run of bad luck, you can go back home and admit defeat or step out of your comfort zone and look for a job at Sin City.

-BTS Taehyung -Nude 1  2  3  4  by btssmutgalore (ongoing) Smut

This had me blushing from almost start to finish. I love how the writer portrays Tae, how he is playful but serious in all the right moments. But there were definitely some giggles when I read this!

You thought that sending Taehyung a nude by accident would be the most mortifying thing ever - but you might be wrong. 

-BTS Yoongi- Little Bit- by @hayjeon (completed) Drabble; Fluff slight Angst

This fic is so cute omgggg. Im sad its just a drabble :(

Policeman!Yoongi This is heavily influenced by Strong Woman Do Bong Soon! 

-BTS Jimin and Hoseok -Like I would - by @freehoseoksdick (ongoing) Angst, Fluff, Smut

YALL, this had me Mad™ I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. 

Sometimes, a shoulder to cry on is the most dangerous thing of all.

-BTS Jungkook- Human Error- by @xhixtape (completed) Robot!au Drabble

There was no description with this one, but its SO GOOD. Jungkook is so cute in this but also lil spooky and thats gr8. A lot of people (including myself) have basked the author for a part two. Who knows? There may or may not be a part two!

-BTS Hoseok- Transference- by @jeonjagiya (ongoing) Smut, Angst, BDSM

OK this fic got me Fucked Up. Bondage. Sexual Therapist. Dude. Everything about this is so sexually cHARGED. Excluding her dick of a boss.

During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The arrangement becomes ... mutually beneficial. 

-BTS Jungkook and Suga- Take Me Out- by @katethebest (ongoing?) Yoonkook, Fluff, Collage!au, Sugar Daddy Yoongs?

This fic is so cute. Kook is ace in this and practically worships Augst D and Gloss. You know who that means. Anyways, this one makes me wheeze because of how swEET Yoongs is in this.

There are a lot of things Jungkook expected from his junior year of collage. General stress. Student loans. 

He did not expect to be hit by a car.

Its going well.

-BTS Hoseok- Ask and You Shall Receive- by @floralseokjin (ongoing)  Smut, SugarDaddy!hobi, slight fluff

I had to take periodical breaks with this one. Just to take a moment to stare at the wall and calM THE FUCC DOWN CUZ, DOOD, IT GETS REAL- *wheez*

Your sugar Daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to ,,, trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex. And boy are they good...

-BTS Hoseok- Petals (Ft. Jungkook)- by @hayjeon (complete) Heavy Angst, Hanahaki Disease, Drabble

This fic is SUUUUUPER angsty. I cried a lil. The main character has an illness where she vomits flower petals because of her unrequited love. 

“I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

(A/N I would recommend reading the Story Talk after reading this, it clears up a few things if you’re confused.)

[ukeishin]

hey cece this is me again!! — uh the one who hyped over ur makki fic the other day while doing online class lol — FIRST OF ALL IVE FOLLOWED UR BLOG NOW HEHE ,, second of all im sorry i didnt mean to make u feel uncomfy by saying ppl should write abt mattsun & makki more often ���� BUT GIRL UR RECENT MATTSUN FIC IS PERFECT?? i think u wrote the plot beautifully and my heart got too involved cuz im in sm pain rn <\3 i lowkey hope theres the part 2 to that BUT LESSON LEARNED THIS IS NOT ME FORCING U TO MAKE THE PART 2!! BECAUSE ITS ALREADY AMAZING JUST THE WAY IT IS!! 😠💖‼️ btw im sorry im always full of energy i hope u dont get stressed by the amount of caps i used anw have a lovely day my dear!! <333

and uh one last thing if u dont find me bothersome, could u pick an emoji for me so i can show up more often with the emoji to hype ur fics or just say hi?? THANK U 🥺💞

omg my love u didn’t make me uncomfy at all so pls there’s absolutely no need to apologize!!! AND AHHHH im v glad u liked it :))))) i was a lil worried about it so that makes me rly happy to hear. AND KFKFJDJDJDJF i don’t think there’ll be a part two???? probably not tbh because i just like to write lil drabbles most of the time 😅😅😅😅. the caps don’t stress me out at all gjkfjdjf and i hope ur having a great day as well!!!! and how about the 🍥 emoji as ur sign off??? i think it’s cute :)