#but theres enough there it could be something maybe

[tbaluver]

S/O With ADHD- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader requested: by a couple anonnies ♥︎ a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i just want to mention a disclaimer about this. while i do have adhd, everybody experiences things differently so what might be common for me, can be completely different to another person! these symptoms presented here are only what i’ve experienced and what my friends have experienced and what people have requested! do not refer to this to diagnose yourself. if you suspect you might have adhd, please refer to a professional! there will be a part two to this because theres more to add but anyways enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He didn’t fully grasp the idea when you tried to explain your adhd to him, your thoughts would jump from one thing to another and he tried to keep up. He would do his own research to understand better what you were going through. He would notice the little things, the way you would say you 're going to do something but never actually start or how tasks seem to take you forever to finish.

No worries about being late or rushing to go on dates or hangouts with him, there’s no set start time. Often times the dates and hangouts are flexible. He’ll wait until you’re ready as long as he gets to spend time with you and eat yummy food together, he’s happy

Indulges and learns your hyper fixations and your current obsessions. He’ll learn more about them on his own time so he can talk more about them with you

If you’re okay with it, he’ll join you whenever you need to rest and watch your comfort shows whenever you’re feeling drained or overstimulated. He’ll make the atmosphere in the room feel more cozy either by giving you space, adjusting the lighting and closing the curtains, tucking you in your blankets, so you can recharge

Praises your smallest victories even if it was just cleaning your room or finishing a simple task in under an hour without thinking or worrying about it. He knows that even the simplest tasks can feel overwhelming so when you manage to do something without thinking or bed rotting before doing something, he’s genuinely proud of you.

Zayne:

He would truly listen when you go off on a tangent of your hyperfixations, letting you ramble about them without interrupting you. Even if you branch off too many topics that you swear relates to the main topic, eventually forgetting what the point was, he patiently brings you back to the main point.

“..wait what was I talking about?”

“you were talking about how ___ and __”

He’s very organized, constantly tidying and rearranging things for you without needing to be asked. He doesn’t mind it at all. He organizes in a way that he knows would help you but if you ever forget where something is, he’s quick to help you. lost your keys? by the dining room table. your jacket? in the laundry basket. your phone? you’re holding it

Tries to keep his explanations short and easier to understand. He’ll give you just enough without getting lost in any unnecessary details

When he’s not around, he helps you by texting you on specific times to check up on you or to help shift your focus

Separate calm activities alone but together with him. You could be doing your own thing while he reads his book(s) or finishes up any medical reports

Calculates how long it usually takes you to get ready, so he’ll plan dates with reservation an hour or two ahead of time, sometimes maybe even more depending on the date, just to avoid overwhelming you. He’s always patient and understanding, sometimes he’ll help you get ready to take the weight off your shoulders

Rafayel:

In the beginning, he’ll notice you can run late to things but once you explain that it’s because of your adhd, he’ll be more understanding. Still, he can’t help but tease you just a little but he means well. He’ll just plan more hangouts that don’t require any set start time, just as long as you two are together at the end

Yap sessions with him take up an ungodly amount of hours. You both branch off to different topics, each one you both swear is just as important as the last, so the conversation goes in different directions. It takes forever to circle back to the original point.

He loves hearing about your hyper fixations. You can tell him everything, every little fact and he’ll ask you a million questions, indulging in your passion for it as well.

Loves to spend time with you but he is mindful and lets you have the space to unwind whenever you might feel overstimulated or just need to recharge

Shows so much encouragement whenever you show your creative and passionate side. He’ll recognize and appreciate the things you’re good at, even if you’re not able to see it in yourself

It’s canon that he sends you separate messages instead of big blocks of texts but its not because that’s how he feels more comfortable texting but also because he knows that long paragraphs can feel overwhelming. He doesn’t want you to miss anything or feel pressured to read through a lot at once

Sylus:

Lets you hold his hand whenever you want, no need to ask. He knows how much you fidget and he loves how you rub circles on the back of his hand, melting under your touch. If it helps you feel better, then go ahead. He’d even buy you rings to fidget with, ones that maybe match and also just so you can have something to twist and twirl when he’s not around

He adores listening to your obsessions and your hyper fixations, letting you ramble your latest interests or the new trinkets you’ve added to your collection. He’ll even surprise you with little trinkets he remembers from past conversations, knowing they would make you smile

Enjoys spending time with you even if you were focused on your own thing, whether it was hobby related or just unwinding in your own way while he’s also doing his own thing.

When you need help focusing and he’s not around, he’ll reach out at a certain time to check in and help refocus your attention

Doesn’t really send you paragraph lengths of text messages but sends you shorter messages so it doesn’t feel as overwhelming. He’ll mostly send voice messages that are short and the right length so it doesn’t let your mind drift away

Online shopping with him can help so you can control yourself from impulse buying so many things. He doesn’t mind you buying the entire world with his card but sometimes he has to stop you from buying things you absolutely don’t need

Caleb:

It’s easy for tasks to slip through or become overwhelming. You might start one thing but your mind jumps to something else and it takes a while before you can get back to what you were originally doing. Caleb would help by breaking down your chores one at a time or with more manageable steps or most of the time he’ll step in and take care of things for you so you don’t feel burdened.

If anything important was coming up the day after, he’ll leave little sticky notes for you all over the house, each one with a tiny apple doodles. They’ll be on your mirror, bedroom door, anywhere else he knows you’ll see them

Ever since you were a kid, he’ll still help you go over any of your works or anything you were unsure about when you feel like you missed any details. He’ll make sure you don’t miss anything

Never judgemental at all if you cut him off mid-sentence. He understands that you need to get your thoughts out quickly before they slip away so he lets you speak freely without worry

Sometimes you might forget to reply to a message or forget to come back to the conversation, so he’ll send a follow up message like, “whaddya think pipsqueak? :o” or he’ll send you a post to bring you back to the convo

If you’re struggling to focus on something, instead of pushing you to keep going, he’ll encourage you to take a break. He’ll help you ease back into it whether it’s breaking things down further or offering some encouragement

[sunsbaby]

𓂃 ❝ living life for the first time ❞

a little more about my baby lighter .ᐟ reader; aka feu

𑁤 . if theres somewhere in a room far away from sam and dean, that's where you'll find feu.

it's not that she hates the winchesters—she's actually rather grateful for their hospitality. she's only afraid of the death that looms over them. how the whisper of the dead cling to their voices as they speak. they had no issue sealing her fate right before the witch cast a spell, so why wouldn't they now? if only she realized they only wanted to help.

𑁤 . feu finds comfort in those like her.

often sneaking off into the boys duffle bags and gathering their lighters. her feet padder against the flooring of the bunker as she rushes off into her room to speak with them. her voice is soft and gentle as she reassures them of their inevitable fate—not realizing that it was actually reassuring herself as well. she collects lighters, even the ones others would see as ugly because she feels bad. they are put on display in her room, and she talks to them continuously throughout the day.

𑁤 . feu loves the cold.

even as a lighter the silver casing engulfed her in a cool hug, unlike the warmth she provided. in the dead of winter you could catch her outside in only her undergarments—which the boys have to keep telling her she can't walk around like that—laying in the snow making little angels. in that moment all her fear and worries wash away as she giggles, smiling from ear-to-ear. an expression the winchesters have never seen her wear.

𑁤 . she often has to be fiddling with something or tracing a pattern to calm down.

feu's fingers often find themselves fidgeting with her necklace, sliding the pendant around as she listens in on the sounds it makes. sometimes if she's under a lot of stress—most likely from being forced to go on a hunt—she'll trace around the burn marks and rust adorning her body. though at times she wants to scrub it all off and wish she was a lighter again, maybe then the world wouldn't be so cruel.

𑁤. feu enjoys being in the presence of both blade and dem, after they turned human.

she'd spent long enough time in that god-forsaken duffle bag of theirs to become somewhat acquainted with both weapons used by the boys. when feu found out they were turned human as well, she immediately clung to their sides like a child would to a parent. her fingers always grasping onto one of their hands or the backs of their shirts. she sought comfort in their nature, and the knowledge of them living their first life as well. as she gradually warmed up—with the help of dem and blade—feu spent her time tapping away on either sam or deans computer with dem; playing their silly games together of course.

𑁤 . she cannot read nor tie her shoes (do not judge!!)

feu would attempt to help the boys with finding lore, after she finally got used to them. but soon came to realize she did not know what the jumble of letters sounded like. when she tried to form the sounds her eyes fogged up and her brain began to hurt as she struggled to figure it out all on her own. sam and dean had to calm her down as she cried about not being useful to them anymore. during hunts that she tagged along on, the most simple ones the boys went on at that, she often tripped on her laces. her knees always had scrapes on them due to the fact she did not know how to tie her own shoes nor did she want to learn—learning was hard. sam had came up the idea of giving her slip on shoes, those did not work the best either, so they just let her run around barefooted or with socks on. unless she absolutely HAD to wear shoes.

sunny yaps! MY BABY LIGHTER!READER HOW I WANNA PROTECT U FROM THE WORLD! GO CHECK OUT @h8aaz !READERS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I SAID SO!! I KNOW THIS IS SO LONG AHHHH

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[bytemee]

chapter nine. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — smut, slight angst, they love each other so much its kinda depressing, and let me know if theres more!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 4.5k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— extra content chap is kinda cool u should check it out...also lets u know what the dare was

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd @minaripenguu

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

the day in milan felt longer than it had any right to. maybe it was because everything hit you at once as soon as you got off the plane—the difference in time zones messing with your head, the sticky humidity clinging to your skin, the exhaustion that came with flying, and the wave of memories that this city brought back. you hadn't thought about your time here in years, back when you were nineteen and believed you could take on the world. it felt like a lifetime ago, but being here again was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

you didn't have much on your plate this trip. it was a short two-day stay, and the only reason you were here at all was because of your contract with prada. once the work was done, you planned to head straight back to la. there were still a few projects to finish, but after that, you could finally take some time off and visit your grandma in korea.

when you finally made it to your hotel, you were too tired to care about anything else. the place was nice—there was a garden out back and even a pool—but you didn't have the energy to explore. your room was on the twelfth floor, with a great view of the city and a bed that seemed to be calling your name. after taking a quick shower, you didn't even bother turning down the covers before you flopped face-first onto the mattress, groaning at how soft it was.

you closed your eyes for what you thought would just be a moment, wanting to take a second to breathe. but then you remembered you still needed to film the outro for the vlog you'd been recording all day. skipping it wasn't an option—you knew jamie would have your head if you did.

then there was jimin. she had reached out more than once since your last conversation, and every time, you ignored her. you knew it wasn't fair, but you didn't have it in you to open that door again. you were already dealing with enough disappointment, and the thought of an argument felt unbearable. it seemed easier for both of you to just leave things alone for now. you were hurt, she was hurt, and neither of you knew how to fix it.

but seeing her in person during the showcase changed everything. all the feelings you'd tried to push down came rushing back, and you realized that maybe it was worth giving her another chance to talk things out. you folded as soon as she texted after the show, telling her to meet you in your hotel room.

and now, here you were.

your outro finished, the door open, and jimin standing in front of you. it was strange to see her here, in milan, looking out of place with her baggy bape t-shirt and shorts. she seemed unsure of what to do with herself; in her left hand, she clutched a small gift bag, her fingers gripping the straps tightly like she was afraid to let go.

it had been a month since you'd last seen her (not including the brief amount of eye contact you made during prada's fashion show), but it felt like years. you missed her more than you could ever put into words, and seeing her in front of you now didn't even feel real.

she stared at you, her eyes wide and her lips parted slightly, like she was searching for something to say. neither of you spoke for a long moment, the silence heavy in the air.

eventually, you sighed softly and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

"well, don't just stand there. come in."

jimin nodded, stepping inside the room and looking around curiously before she stopped a few feet away from the bed. you closed the door gently, leaning against it for a second as you took her in.

the emotions swirling inside you—hurt, guilt, longing, even a flicker of hope—were almost too much to handle. you pushed yourself off the door, crossing your arms over your chest as you approached her, unsure of what to say or how to feel.

jimin's eyes met yours, searching for some kind of reassurance or maybe for you to tell her off. she swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to the gift bag before clearing her throat. "this is for you."

she offered the bag to you, the tips of her ears pink. you reached out to take the bag from her, your fingers brushing against hers briefly. the touch was innocent enough, but the warmth that spread through her made her heart race.

"thanks," you said quietly, setting the bag on the edge of the bed. you didn't open it, not yet—you weren't sure if you could handle whatever was inside.

jimin stood there awkwardly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hands now clasped tightly in front of her. she looked smaller somehow, like a scared little girl, and you felt a surge of sympathy wash over you.

"i'm sorry," she said suddenly, her voice cracking on the words. her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the pain in them was almost too much to bear. "for everything. for… messing things up. for not being there when you needed me. for—"

"jimin," you interrupted softly, shaking your head. you couldn't listen to her tear herself apart like this—it hurt too much.

she swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "i just… i didn't know how to fix it. and i know i can't take back what happened, but i—"

"jimin," you said again, simply, cutting her off again. "i get it. life happens, and we're both busy—sometimes too busy. i know it wasn't personal, i can't expect you to be able to make time for me all the time, especially with how things are going. i can't be selfish."

she stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. were you seriously blaming yourself for the distance between the two of you? she had been the one who was too busy to even check her phone, and yet, here you were, apologizing to her, taking the blame.

"don't do that," jimin said quietly, shaking her head. "don't act like this was your fault. it wasn't. i… i should have done better. i should've made time for you; i should've been there when you needed me. but i wasn't, and that's on me—not you."

you blinked, her words catching you off guard. the way she looked at you, desperate, pleading, made your chest ache.

before you could respond, she continued, her voice shaking slightly. "you're not being selfish for wanting to feel like a priority. you deserved better than what i gave you, and i hate that i didn't see it sooner. i know i messed up. i know i hurt you." her eyes glossed over, and she bit her lip to keep herself steady. "and i don't know how to fix it, but i want to try—if you'll let me."

there was a long pause as her words hung in the air, neither of you sure where to go from here. you didn't know if this was a good idea—to forgive her so easily, but the sincerity in her voice made you realize how much she regretted what happened. and while things might not be perfect, you still cared about her, still wanted her in your life. so maybe it was time for a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning.

finally, you took a deep breath and looked up at her. "okay."

jimin blinked at your response, her lips parting slightly as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. her shoulders dropped, the tension in her frame loosening. "okay?" she echoed, her voice small, like she was afraid she'd misheard.

you nodded. "okay," you repeated, a little more firmly this time. "but if we're going to do this, we need to be honest with each other. no more avoiding conversations or brushing things under the rug. if something's wrong, we talk about it."

her lips trembled as a small, tentative smile began to form. "i can do that," she said softly, nodding in agreement.

the corners of your lips lifted up slightly, "good."

you glanced at the gift bag sitting on the bed, your curiosity finally getting the better of you. "what's in the bag?"

"oh," jimin said, her cheeks coloring slightly. she reached up to cover her smile, the same habit she always had when she was embarrassed. you had missed seeing her blush. "it's… nothing fancy. just something i saw and thought you might like."

you smiled, taking the gift bag from the edge of the bed and sitting down. she watched as you slowly unwrapped the box, your fingers brushing the tissue paper aside before revealing the sight of the scarf—it was the same scarf you'd eyed that day in korea, the one you almost bought but had put back when you realized it was too warm for it.

you glanced up at jimin, who was watching you nervously, her hands fidgeting in front of her. "you remembered?" you asked, almost in disbelief.

she nodded, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "yeah. i saw it again, and it just… reminded me of you."

you ran your fingers over the fabric, your gaze softening as you took in the familiar pattern. it was such a simple thing, yet the thought that she had remembered, that she had kept this in mind all this time, meant more to you than she could ever know.

you looked up at her again, giving her a small smile. "thank you."

jimin let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. she had been worried that her gift wouldn't be good enough, that it would just make you upset, but the look on your face made her feel more relieved than she had in months.

"you're welcome," she murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

you gently folded the scarf, setting it beside you on the bed, and then stood up, walking over to where jimin was still standing, unsure and still somewhat guarded. without thinking, you reached for her hand, the touch feeling natural despite everything that had passed between you.

she froze for a moment, but then her fingers curled around yours, and you felt the last of the walls between you both crumble, just a little.

"i don't want to keep doing this," you said quietly, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined. "the back and forth. the hurt. i know we can't erase everything, but i just want to move forward with you."

she swallowed, nodding her head slowly. "me too," she murmured.

you met her gaze, your eyes softening at the hopefulness reflected back at you. the truth was, neither of you even had the luxury of holding a grudge against each other. as much as the missed calls and broken plans stung, there was never enough time to stay mad. your schedules barely aligned as it was—days slipping by in a blur of rehearsals, recordings, flights, and appearances. if you wasted the rare moments you did get together on anger, what would even be left?

being face-to-face again, finally, felt like something fragile, something borrowed. holding onto resentment would only make it slip through your fingers faster. so you let it go, squeezing her hand as you pulled her into your arms, letting out a soft sigh as she melted against you.

"i missed you," she mumbled into your shoulder.

"i missed you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. the weight of your bodies against one another was so familiar, so comforting, that it almost didn't feel real. but it was—it was real, and you could feel it, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out, the warmth radiating from her skin, the gentle touch of her fingers against your back.

jimin closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the embrace. "i got the roses you sent to my dorm. you didn't have to do that."

you let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. you had sent her roses a couple of days after the release of "up," the day after your birthday that she had yet to acknowledge, but you just couldn’t let it go, couldn’t let the milestone pass without some gesture. you weren’t even sure if she knew it was your birthday or if she had been too busy to acknowledge it. regardless, the roses were a nice touch.

"i wanted to," you replied, giving her hand another squeeze before letting go. "i also saw you in seoul."

she tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you. "what?"

"i flew in to see your performance," you clarified, sitting back down on the bed. she stood a few feet away from you, still a bit hesitant about being in your personal space. "you were amazing, by the way."

her mouth fell open as she stared at you, trying to process what she had just heard. "you… you were there? i didn't—"

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "i didn't want you to know i was there. i just wanted to see you perform."

you had sent her the flowers despite the distance between you two, skipped out on the vmas to be at her performance, and you never said anything. she had no idea how much effort you'd put in, how many strings you'd pulled just to be there.

"oh," she breathed out, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. she covered her face with her hands, groaning softly as she turned away from you. "why didn't you tell me?"

you laughed softly, leaning back on the bed as you watched her reaction. "it was a surprise."

jimin looked over at you, her hands falling to her sides as she let out a soft sigh. she was still embarrassed that you'd gone through all this trouble just to see her, but she couldn't deny that it felt good to know that you'd been there, that you were still thinking of her.

"so… you don't hate me?" she asked tentatively, her voice soft and unsure.

you shook your head, smiling at her. "no, i don't hate you."

jimin nodded slowly, processing your words. she still felt guilty for everything that had happened, but knowing that you didn't hate her made it a little easier to breathe. her eyes drifted to the scarf folded on the bed, and she bit her lip before looking back at you. "i don't know… my gift feels like it doesn't even come close to being enough now, to make up for everything i did."

"what? no," you said, shaking your head firmly. "the scarf is more than enough." you picked the scarf up, giving it a little flourish as you posed dramatically with it for a moment, "i'll be wearing this everywhere i go, proudly."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes playfully at your antics. "well, good. but still… i feel bad."

you watched her for a second, thinking about it before a mischievous grin slowly crept up on your face. "i mean, if you really want to do something…that’ll definitely make me feel better," you let out a few snickers under your breath.

"what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

you let out a couple more giggles, trying to keep a straight face but failing. "um… i dare you to—"

"so, it's like… a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly—but pickles." you explained, trying your hardest not to fall asleep at the feeling of jimin's hands massaging your scalp as you laid between her legs, "—and don't forget salt and pepper," you added, shifting slightly, your cheek pressing against her thigh.

jimin hummed in response, and you started rambling again. she wasn't paying much attention, too focused on the soothing sensation of your head in her lap. it had been so long since the two of you had been alone together like this.

sure, the circumstances weren't the best, but she'd missed you so much that she didn't care. she was just glad to have the opportunity to be near you again.

her hands moved down front of your shoulders, gently rubbing the muscles there. she loved the sound of your voice, the way you laughed, and how your smile lit up the room. she had missed everything about you.

"so, what do you think?" you asked, peeking up at her.

she blinked, looking down at you with an apologetic smile. "i'm sorry, what did you say?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, looking up to meet her gaze, a small smile on your face. "you weren't listening."

"no, i wasn't," she admitted sheepishly. "i'm sorry. i got distracted." how could she not when you were looking at her like that, with those pretty eyes and beautiful smile?

you let out a small huff, trying to feign annoyance, but the smile pulling at the corners of your lips gave you away. shifting onto your stomach, you propped your hands on her thighs and rested your chin on her right thigh, looking up at her with a playful glint in your eyes. "can't even get my girlfriend to listen to me talk."

girlfriend.

jimin's heart skipped a beat. it was the first time you'd said it out loud—the first time either of you had acknowledged, in so many words, what you were to each other. the title felt unfamiliar, but familiar at the same time. it was something she'd wanted to say to you for a long time, but was too scared to, too afraid that things would go wrong and she would lose you.

"girlfriend?" she repeated, arching a brow as her lips curled into a teasing smile.

your grin widened, playful and sure. "mm-hm. what? you're not my girlfriend? guess i must've made up all those dates we went on and—"

jimin cut you off with a squeal and a playful shove, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "okay, okay," she laughed, running her fingers through your hair again. "i guess you can call me your girlfriend," jimin said with a mock sigh, rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

you grinned at the sound, happy to hear her laugh. she had a beautiful laugh. "well, i'm glad i have your permission." you muttered, pressing a kiss against the inside thigh of her leg.

she let out a content sigh, "y/n," she warned, her cheeks growing hot and her legs unintentionally squeezing together. you chuckled at her reaction, enjoying the way she responded to your touch.

"what?" you asked, pressing another kiss against her thigh. "am i distracting you again?"

"no," she said a little too quickly. her hands paused, lingering at the base of your neck before moving down to your shoulders. "i just don't think this is the right time for… that."

"why not?" you asked, looking up at her curiously. "it's my birthday; i should get what i want, yeah?"

she bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. "that's not how birthdays work," she teased, her hand moving down to cup your cheek.

you pouted at the touch, your lips jutting out cutely. too cutely, because it made jimin's voice of reason fade away, replaced by a desire to lean in and kiss you right then and there. "but i want to," you said, turning to press a kiss against her palm.

jimin bit her lip, trying not to show how much the simple action affected her. you were being so affectionate and forward, and it was making her head spin. she knew it was only because you were tired, but she couldn't deny that she liked it—a lot.

"y/n…" she breathed, her hand still cupping your cheek. she was conflicted, and her mind was racing. on the one hand, she knew you were probably exhausted and needed to rest. on the other hand, well, she really liked that idea of celebrating your birthday together.

you sat up slowly, kneeling between her legs, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "please?" you asked, leaning closer and kissing the corner of her mouth. "i promise i won't keep you up too late," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

she sighed softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, looking at you with a soft, teasing smile. "okay, fine," she finally relented, her smile growing wider.

"so, is that a yes?" you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tried not to smile too widely.

"yes," she said, wrapping her arms around your neck. "happy belated birthday, y/n."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers and whispering, "thank you, baby," before closing the gap between you and kissing her deeply.

she gasped into the kiss, her body melting against yours as she returned the gesture. her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as her lips moved against yours, soft and pliant and perfect. she moaned softly when you tugged her bottom lip between your teeth, her grip tightening on your hair.

the two of you pulled apart slowly, a soft smile playing on your lips. "thank you," you repeated, placing a quick kiss against her nose. "for being here."

"of course," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of your cheekbones.

you kissed her again, unable to stop yourself, the taste of her lingering on your lips. your hands trailing from her neck, down to the curve of her waist, and then to the soft flesh of her thighs, your thumbs gently tracing circles over the skin there.

she shivered at the contact, her hands tangling in your hair once more. "y/n," she said quietly, a slight whine in her voice.

"what is it, baby?" you asked, grinning at the way she blushed when you called her that.

"you're teasing," she complained, biting her lip and tugging lightly on your hair.

"i'm not teasing," you insisted, your hands sliding underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against your fingertips.

she couldn't help but arch her back slightly, pressing herself firmer against you.

you smirked, leaning down and capturing her lips in another searing kiss, her lips parting for you, giving you access to the sweet taste of her mouth.

your fingers found the waistband of her shorts, and you broke away from her lips, tugging them off her hips and tossing them to the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

you moved back up, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. you loved the sounds she made as your lips moved lower, down her chest, across her stomach, and finally to the inside of her thighs.

"wait," she gasped, her voice coming out breathless.

"what?" you asked, pulling back, looking up at her, and blinking innocently.

she shook her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "nothing, just… it's your birthday. shouldn't i be the one making you feel good?"

"who says this isn't going to make me feel good?" you asked, pressing a kiss against her hip bone.

she bit her lip, her cheeks growing warmer. "still," she protested weakly, her fingers carding through your hair. she wanted to be the one to please you, to make up for her actions in a way that didn't involve words. she wanted to show you how much she cared, how much she meant it when she said she wanted to do better.

"just relax, okay?" you murmured, pressing another kiss against her hip before lowering yourself onto the bed and settling between her legs. "let me take care of you."

she whimpered softly at the sight of you nestled between her thighs, the way you were looking at her making her feel weak. she nodded, giving you permission. you smiled, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before gently spreading her open, admiring the way her slick coated her inner thighs.

"look at you," you whispered, running a finger through her folds. "you're so wet for me."

she let out a soft moan at the feeling of your touch, biting down harshly on her lower lip to stifle the sound. you couldn't help but smile, enjoying the effect you had on her. she looked absolutely gorgeous, her skin flushed pink, her eyes heavy with desire, her hair falling messily around her face.

"fuck," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you dragged your tongue through her slit, tasting her arousal.

you hummed in approval, taking in the way she tasted, sweet and a little tangy. it had been a long time since you'd had the chance to do this, and you couldn't get enough of the way she squirmed under your touch, her thighs clenching around your head as her fingers twisted in the sheets.

"you're so beautiful like this," you murmured, looking up at her from between her thighs, your fingers slowly working their way inside her. "i love seeing you like this."

she let out a choked cry, her head thrown back against the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut. "y/n," she whispered, her hips rocking against your hand.

you gave an approving hum, before your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently while your fingers continued to move inside her, curling and stroking her walls.

she let out a strangled moan, barely able to form words. all she could do was squirm and gasp, her body arching towards yours, her thighs clenching around your head.

you could tell she was close, her body tensing, her breaths coming out in short gasps. you wanted to draw this out, to tease her a bit longer, but the look on her face told you that she was too far gone.

you pressed another kiss against her clit before moving back up her body, her face immediately buried into the crook of her neck. "i've got you," you whispered, your fingers continuing to thrust inside her.

her hands found the back of your neck, pulling you down for a messy, desperate kiss. "i'm close," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

"i know, baby," you replied, nipping at her earlobe and making her shudder.

her nails dug into the back of your neck, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on your skin. her whole body shook as she came, her hips grinding against your hand, her walls clenching around your fingers, her cries muffled against the skin of your neck.

you stroked her through her orgasm, easing her down slowly until her body finally relaxed. she was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded. she looked gorgeous, completely spent and blissed out.

you held her close, your body pressed against hers, your fingers gently running through her hair. she was nestled against your chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. she was quiet, but you could feel the contentment radiating off her in waves.

you pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, murmuring, "you okay?"

"mhm," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut.

"sleepy?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

she hummed in response, already half-asleep.

"i'll take that as a yes," you chuckled quietly, pressing a final kiss against her temple.

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you tangled up together, the sound of her soft snores filling the air. you smiled to yourself, holding her a little closer, and letting the events of the day catch up to you.

it wasn't perfect—there was still a lot left unsaid, and the wounds from the past were still fresh—but it was a start, and that was all you needed.

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

[hangedinthebalance]

wait ok so i might be a little bit in a craze rn but like what do you think about acera and arawn ?? like they both like plants and their asthetics seem super close to each other and combining them could be super cool. do you think theres any evidence to support it ? thank you !

I usually try my best to stay neutral in most of the shipping discourse so don't consider this me definitively stating my allegiance one way or another, but, here we go:

I think there is some evidence for it, not nearly as much fodder as fallenxfaith or most of the other big name ships. Mostly because of the way Rex plays Arawn, they tend to more hang on the fringes of the scene while Acera tends to be more front and center so they haven't spent too much time together one on one.

but like back in the season 1 finale in the garden, when Acera brought life back to the island, that was canonically the first time Arawn smiled, and he smiled AT Acera, plus he wove her flowers in his hair. Also he left her a note on the mast of the ship and we don't know what he said in that yet! it could be anything!

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[xxplastic-cubexx]

waiting for marvel to take you up as their comic artist so that we can have amazing art with cherik official storyline

marvel hire me to draw professor x and magneto making out sloppy style for forty issues straight you will get a BAJILLION dollars i promise

[froglover7789]

luke and hans friendship is so fun to me and i wish it was explored a little more in canon. like they absolutely yap about their mutual fear of leia and argue about ships and han teaches luke sabaac and luke teaches han some awful tatooinian game that is like horrifying (still workshopping this part) and they go drinking and are stupid and i wish we got to see more of that.

like anh they were so fun.... yap city.... and in esb they cared about each other but also gave each other shit like true friends... i wouldve liked to see that return more post hans carbonite incident bc lets face it. he would give luke so much shit for being a jedi

[stan-joe]

hey so the optimal timeline for cxs's mother to save his father is also one in which cxs dies

[buggbuzz]

my gender is like meat leaf i think. boy materials in the structure of girl. like im a girl made out of boy things but not in a transman way like i like being female im just. a girl-leaning boygirl. maybe??

[orcelito]

I do love that doing any kind of monsterfucker smut will have you dabbling in speculative biology and going on deep dives into the animal kingdom to draw inspiration for your fictional dragon reproduction system.

Aka for my oviposition dragon vash au I was looking into wonderful subjects such as autogamy, parthenogenesis, and ovoviviparity. Among others.

All just for funsies !

[sydmarch]

it was so stupidly difficult to find any nutritionist who has experience with arfid & takes insurance so after having to go through all these referrals my therapist sent me & jumping through hoops I lowkey hate the lady lmao feels like such a waste of time & energy

[gothteddiesdotcom]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[nihiltism]

i always get mildly shocked when a friend of mine mentions they have a sibling. this is absolutely not rare in fact i think im the odd one out however i being an only child just kind of assume everybodys an only child unless stated otherwise

[glitchfang]

should i leave it up to the masses if bruno is a closet trans woman at this point cause like i genuinely dont know for myself anymore

[captorcorp]

girl help i'm romanticizing academia and doing research again

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.