#i feel it would be a waste of time when i just want to forget about them

[dior-luxury]

Hi! I really like your headcanons! I was wondering if I could make a request for sebek, azul, jade, trey, and rook? Or whichever you want! The prompt: they forget they had a date with you and stood you up accidentally

Accidently Standing You Up On A Date

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff/drama - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] trey . azul . jade . rook. sebek

- [𝐩:𝐬] nothing rlly

Note: Thank you so much for enjoying my hcs!! ＞︿＜

Trey Clover

Trey is usually responsible and dependable, so when he realizes he completely forgot your date, he feels a wave of guilt wash over him. It probably hits him when he's in the middle of baking or helping out with a club activity, and suddenly, it clicks: he was supposed to meet you an hour ago.

Panic isn’t usually Trey’s thing, but right now, he’s scrambling. He quickly wipes his flour-covered hands, grabs his phone, and sees several missed messages from you. His heart sinks. Trey knows he’s messed up big time, and he doesn’t waste another moment.

Rushing over to where he was supposed to meet you, he spots you sitting alone, looking a mix of sad and disappointed. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves before approaching you.

“Hey...” he calls softly, guilt heavy in his tone. As you look up, he’s already beside you, his usual calm smile tinged with regret. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I completely lost track of time. I know that’s no excuse. You must have been waiting for a while.”

Trey would be the type to offer a heartfelt apology without making any excuses. He’d carefully listen to you vent your feelings if you needed to, never once interrupting or brushing it off. When you finish, he gently takes your hand.

“To make it up to you, how about we go out right now? I’ll take you anywhere you want—no distractions, just us. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. And... I’ll bake your favorite treats tonight. Please let me make this right.”

Trey’s sincerity and his gentle, caring nature would shine through. You know he genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you, and seeing him so remorseful makes it hard to stay mad for long.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul prides himself on his organization and punctuality, so when he realizes he’s missed the date, his reaction is a mixture of disbelief and sheer panic. Maybe he got caught up in an overwhelming amount of work at Mostro Lounge or was drawn into an elaborate scheme. Whatever the reason, once he notices, his stomach twists painfully.

He fumbles for his phone, muttering curses under his breath, and when he sees your unanswered messages, he nearly drops it. Azul’s mind races, already imagining the hurt expression on your face. He feels sick with guilt, but Azul’s pride prevents him from sending a rushed apology text. No—he needs to do this in person.

He fixes his tie and tries to compose himself, but his nerves are shot. When he finally finds you, he hesitates, seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Azul straightens his posture, but there’s a rare, unguarded vulnerability in his gaze.

“Angelfish... I have no excuse. I failed to keep my promise, and I know I’ve hurt you. I cannot begin to express how regretful I am.” He pauses, voice softer. “Please, allow me to make it up to you. I’ll do anything you wish. A special evening at Mostro Lounge? A dinner prepared just for you? I just... I can’t stand knowing I’ve made you feel this way.”

Azul’s usual eloquence is laced with genuine worry. He hates feeling powerless, and the idea of losing your trust makes his chest ache. He’s prepared to offer you anything, but what really matters to him is hearing that you forgive him.

Later, he’d spend days planning something extravagant—a private dinner at the lounge with a dish named after you, symbolizing how important you are to him. He’d also be more careful about balancing his commitments, never wanting to repeat the mistake.

Jade Leech

Jade is usually composed and meticulous, so forgetting a date with you would be unusual for him. It likely happens when he’s out exploring the mountains, captivated by a rare mushroom species, or when he’s helping Azul at the lounge. Time tends to slip away from him when he’s fully absorbed, but the moment he remembers, his eyes widen just a fraction—an uncharacteristic break in his calm demeanor.

Jade takes a moment to assess the situation, letting out a small, almost amused sigh at his own mistake. Despite his outward composure, he feels a twinge of guilt. He quickly makes his way to the agreed-upon meeting spot, already calculating how to smooth things over.

When he finds you, his smile is warm but slightly apologetic. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I must apologize��it seems I lost track of time. I didn’t intend to keep you waiting.” His tone is calm and sincere, but he’s carefully observing your reaction, those heterochromatic eyes studying every flicker of emotion on your face.

If you express your disappointment, Jade’s smile softens. He steps closer, his hand brushing against yours. “It’s quite unlike me to be forgetful. I must have been too engrossed in my tasks... but that’s no excuse. Allow me to make it up to you. Perhaps a private dinner at the lounge? I’ll prepare something special myself.”

Jade is surprisingly gentle when making amends, and though he’s skilled at charming his way out of situations, this time, his apology is genuine. He doesn’t want you to doubt his intentions, and he’ll be extra attentive during your rescheduled date, showing that he values your time.

Rook Hunt

Rook is often poetic and passionate, but his passion can sometimes lead him astray. He probably gets caught up tracking a rare beast or observing the beauty of nature, completely losing track of time. It’s only when he notices the setting sun and the quiet of the forest that it hits him—he was supposed to meet you an hour ago!

Immediately, his heart pounds with both excitement and guilt. How could he, the ever-attentive hunter, forget his most beloved prey—you? Rook rushes back to campus, all the while crafting apologies in his mind. When he finally finds you, his face lights up with relief and regret.

“Mademoiselle! Mon trésor!” he calls out dramatically, dropping to one knee as he takes your hand, his green eyes sincere and almost pleading. “I have committed a most grievous sin! To leave you waiting, unknowing of my whereabouts—it wounds my heart! Forgive me, for I am but a fool who let himself be enchanted by the wild’s siren call!”

He listens attentively as you express your feelings, never once interrupting, and when you finish, he holds your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Your forgiveness would be a treasure I would cherish. Allow me to make amends! I shall devote myself entirely to you for the evening—whether a serenade, a meal, or a grand hunt! Whatever your heart desires, I shall deliver!”

Rook’s apologies are grand and sincere, and his poetic nature makes it hard to stay upset. He’s genuinely remorseful and will likely spend the rest of the night showering you with affection and compliments to make you smile again.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek prides himself on his loyalty and punctuality, especially when it comes to his duties—or anything related to Malleus. So, when he realizes he missed your date, it’s like his entire world comes crashing down. He was probably caught up training or attending to Malleus, and when he remembers, his reaction is explosive.

“What?! I—IMPOSSIBLE! HOW COULD I—” Sebek’s voice booms as he panics, his brain trying to comprehend his mistake. He’s frustrated with himself and mortified at the thought of letting you down. Immediately, he sprints to the meeting place, not caring about the curious stares from fellow students.

When he finds you, his loud presence precedes him. “HUMAN! I—” He stops abruptly, seeing the hurt on your face, and his usual loud demeanor softens, his ears lowering slightly. “I... I failed to keep my word. There is no excuse for such negligence. You have every right to be upset with me!”

His fists clench at his sides as he struggles to maintain his usual proud posture, but you can tell he’s beating himself up inside. “I... I was training. I thought I’d be back in time, but I was careless. I do not deserve your forgiveness!”

If you tell him how you feel, Sebek’s frustration with himself only grows. “To fail both you and my own standards... I will accept any punishment you deem fit! But... I will not let it happen again! You are important to me, and I should have prioritized our time.”

Sebek would spend the next few days making up for his mistake, offering to accompany you everywhere, carrying your belongings, and trying to be extra attentive. He doesn’t quite know how to express affection as gracefully as others, but his efforts to make it up to you are both endearing and earnest.

[oystermark]

Mark variants (sinister, no goggles, mohawk mark) x M!reader (cis & trans options for all of them) MDNI

a/n: just random porn stuff, turns out no plot and just porn is more fun to write for me lol.. can u tell whos my favorite

smut without plot

intentional lowercase

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sinister mark

biting. just, so much biting. it’s not only just marking you as his, it’s like feeling your pulse under his teeth and tongue pierces his soul with want so ravenous that he could take you apart right then and there as you’re taking his dick with the sweetest moans (grunts & groans) ever, music to his ears!

if you don’t want teeth on your dick or cunt do not let this man give you head. if you’re a freak like him and you do want it, spread your legs and don’t forget to lock them and push him even more into your sex by his nape. he likes it when you use force, as much as you can anyway. for you with dicks, when he takes you to the base, he will  be biting down, your scream and whines just making his own dick twitch. for you with a cunt, he will be biting down on your clit. you can thrash around and pull at his hair and curse him out as much as you want, remember, “you wanted this, so stop fucking squirming and cum in my mouth already.” 

no goggles mark 

this crazy bitch loves to fuck you on his lap the most, the second position he loves more is drilling his dick into you on the floor. any position where he can bully you with his dick is his favorite.

always starts out with a…rough foreplay, lets say. he tackles you down on the floor, the wall, your bed, the kitchen counter anywhere accessible to fuck really. the ‘kisses’ are so animalistic and painful, biting and hissing and clashing of teeth as you both grind down onto each other. your grunts, groans and hissing– god he could cum just from your punches and biting, it’s so good, it’s so fucking rough and it’s just how he likes it.

such a fucking bully when you’ve been fucked dumb, gripping your face with one hand as he shakes your head, his other hand patting your cheek, “c’mon babe, don’t give up on me now, fuuck– take it,” not even stopping his hips as you cum for the nth time, your mouth opening for a scream but all you can let out is a pathetic gasp for air as the orgasm wrecks your body violently. making you shake and cry out when he pounds his cock just right hitting that spot over and over again as he giggles and bites down on your collarbones, hard enough to draw blood– then of course licks it all up, he would never let any drop of your bodily fluid go to waste after all. “give me another one, come onnnn be my good boy, you said you’d behave, do everything i want if i just gave you a good fuck, so come on. one more time. give it to me.” 

mohawk mark

teasing bastard. will give you a neck kiss when he’s just passing by you as hes beating up some random, cackling as you yell behind him. his fingers will never stay in place, either trying to go under your clothes or straight up jerk you off, no in between. you can never tell with him.

to me, his favorite thing to do while you two have sex is just, having you lay on your back as he jerks you off with one hand as his tongue or fingers take care of your hole, teasing you about how good of a boy you are, how pretty your cock is, how cute it looks when your hole clenches down on his fingers. if you have a cunt, his mouth will never stop sucking on your clit as he fingers you ‘till you cum so hard you see stars behind your eyelids, his tongue is not leaving that clit even if you bash him on the head repeatedly. so condescending in such a hot way though, “awww look who’s cumming already? such a quickshot aren’t you babe?” cackling as you throw a pillow at his face.

[lambcultist]

꒰ ♱ ꒱ abby spanking you for comfort... since nobody ever acknowledges how cathartic spankings could be. ( minors, do not interact. 18+ ) cw ; dom!abby, sub!reader. impact play — spanking. not a punishment. crying — crybaby!reader, sensitive!reader. subspace. aftercare. comfort / stress relief !

"come on over, there you go, good girl." abby guides you across her lap, voice silky smooth and deep. it's as pleasant on your ears as her hands are on the back of your thighs. she runs her hands over the goosebumps on your skin, and pulls up your skirt. "lift your hips."

you follow the instruction without a moment wasted, soon feeling abby slide your panties down your legs. the lace is discarded somewhere across the room, you don't even know, you don't care and you needn't bother trying to. abby's got you. she'll handle everything, and all you need to do is be still.

"there, all ready," abby comments, running a hand over the soft globes of your ass. her free hand slides up your back and into your hair, leaving gentle scratches into your scalp. "how many, baby?"

"five," you murmur, and your voice barely reaches her ears—it's quiet, so quiet, like a little mouse.

"five? yeah?"

"maybe a little more..."

"okay." abby chuckles quietly and gives your bum a light pat before making a decision. "how about seven? eight?"

"seven," you say. "i think."

"you think seven. alright." abby nods before finally starting. you don't have to wait long until she strikes her palm against the right side of your ass, and you let out a quiet hiss. "can you count?"

this is not a punishment. hell, abby never punishes you in the first place. you're too much of a suck-up to step out of line and be bratty. you're a good girl, through and through, and it's very rare that abby seeks to discipline you for anything. if she ever does find reason to punish you, she ends up feeling mean. mean isn't unfamiliar to abby, she's never been afraid of being a bitch. but with you? she hates to be mean to you and make your sensitive soul weep.

this is not about punishing you. you haven't done anything wrong. you haven't stepped out of line, nor made any mistake.

what really happened, is that you had a tough week.

"two.. three!" you yelp, abby's hand once again delivering a firm hit to your ass. it already stings, on your butt and in your eyes where tears build up. another hit makes the tears fall, finally, and it feels so comfortable. "four..."

you begged abby for something that would make you forget about it all. you begged her for something she'd be proud of you for taking. because, goddamnit, you want someone to be proud of you. there was no time to just stop this week. no breaks, no rests, and very little understanding granted when you couldn't handle what was coming your way.

your eyes leak a constant waterfall, a stream of all the tears you held back when it would have been 'unprofessional' or 'weak' to do so.

"good girl, you're taking this so well."

genuinely, this means everything to you. it's all you've wanted to hear.

abby is your favourite person for a reason. she's protection whenever you need, as well as simply being a firm hand, and she's obsessed with looking after you. she never saw herself the type to dote on someone until you had come along. never thought she'd be able to put up with someone so needy. but, it turns out, it's perfect for her.

"five, six..."

"oh, baby, you alright?" abby asks, massaging the angry skin on your bottom. you're beginning to sob louder and louder, making her feel the need to check in. "last one, think you can handle it?"

"y-yes," you stammer, wiping your eyes. more tears continue to fall anyway, so you just give up and lie limply against abby's lap.

"that's a good girl, i knew you could," abby praises.

the last one is harder than the rest. you jolt when it lands, and abby simply watches the flesh ripple from impact. she's quickly soothing the sting and groping the chub, her free hand rubbing your back. she watches your unsteady breathing closely, about to urge you to take a deep breath.

"seven," you say, a small sob falling out of your dry lips. you taste nothing but salty tears and your lip gloss, hear nothing but abby softly hushing you, and most importantly, you think of nothing. simply, nothing.

it feels much lighter. the weight is lifted from your shoulders.

abby lifts you up onto her lap for a big, warm hug, her lips brushing over your temple. "good girl, i'm so proud of you for handling that so well. but it hurts, doesn't it?"

abby's hand rakes through your hair while you splutter out nonsense between sobs. you couldn't get a real word out, only nodding yes, so abby gets to work at laying you down on your tummy and grabbing a soothing lotion.

she warms the balm between her hands for a moment before applying it over your bottom. she watches your muscles tense shortly before relaxing, and listens to you gasp and cry, all because this hit the right spot. you can't think properly like this, head fuzzy with nothing but static.

abby massages you so carefully. you're in a delicate way right now, so she's cautious with you. she squeezes and rubs the sore area, watching the flesh spill out of her palms. she lets out a sigh of satisfaction before tapping your hip.

"it's a little wet down here, baby. do you want me to touch you?"

you needed this.

bonus: this video kinda inspired me, because look how hotttt... so abby coded !! ( link leads to porn video from twitter )

this was also self indulgent. ngl.

🏷️  @abbysdollie @cowgirlvi @valeisaslut @eriiwaii @literallyhousemd @ellieshothousewife @piercedome @therealhexstrap @jinxedbambi @heyimrye @rhian88 @g4ys0n @yoosohh @marvelwomenarehot0

[melanchoire]

mean and toxic gip! aeri??

can i be 👽 anon?

cw: jealousy, toxic relationship.

what about... giselle as an toxic ex girlfriend? the kind of ex who develops a sick obsession with you after you break up with her and is practically everywhere you go. i don’t mean a yandere or crazy sick type, but the toxic girl who still makes complaints about the type of people you’re friends with and associate with but at the same time seems to hate you and not give a shit about you?? it’s a bit confusing because she swears she can’t stand you and is “fed up” with you because you were shit during the relationship, but at the same time it pisses her off to see you with other people and trying to move on with your life after a relationship that seemed to work at first but failed due to her own insecurities and unhealthy jealousy issues

“staring at someone until they feel uncomfortable” is an act that defines giselle; you met her because she attended some classes that you also attended, and your friends were somewhat close to her, so she easily approached you since you had a common bond. but after the breakup, her look of appreciation and love for you changed to one that you don’t know if it means hatred and annihilation or if she is just looking at you with emptiness in her eyes… she is one of those who sit in the back of the classroom and spend the entire class talking with her friends or idling around while not even bothering to pay any attention to the teacher when he is speaking, but now you could feel how she seemed to be frozen in her seat as she fixed you with a gaze that made you feel like the back of your head was burning right there…

100% the type who would make jealous and possessive scenes at you even when it’s been over a year since you two broke up. things like suddenly appearing in front of you when you’re talking to someone at the party, regardless of whether it’s a friend or someone you’re trying to have something with; giselle would get mad at you for trying to move on, saying things like “i can’t believe you’re doing these things when you know damn well i’m still trying to get a chance with you and make things right.” when she is the one who screwed up and the reason you two can’t even say good morning to each other

but also the kind of ex you still fuck from time to time 💕 every now and then you end up falling into giselle’s arms, letting her fuck you and destroy you as much as she wants, marking your body with bruises and bites that will remain on your skin for weeks and will make her feel proud every time you avoid her gaze or try to give her a dirty look when you simultaneously have marks that she left on your skin. when she has the opportunity to fuck, she doesn’t waste it; she will probably make you mount her, degrading you and telling you that you are hers and that no matter how hard you try to forget her you will always come back to her, roughly grabbing your hair and pulling it to bring your face closer to hers, asking you to tell her that your pussy is hers and only she can claim you as hers because no one else can love you or make you feel as loved as she does

[secretneverland]

maknae on top | yang jeongin

yang jeongin x reader

18+ mdni

smut below line!

you and jeongin had started this back and forth thing a few weeks ago after your first meeting. the two of you had made an instant connection, the flirting and innuendos coming naturally.

the two of you had run into each other and met in the company café, so jeongin just assumed that you were a stylist or producer of some sort for one of their brother or sister groups. he didn't delve too much into it, figuring it didn't really matter. you had a badge, showing you had legal access to the building, so he deemed that you were alright and it wasn't too big of a concern where you worked specifically.

that's why it was such a shock to him when you revealed that you were the precious younger sister of his teammate and older brother, hyunjin.

"wait, what?" he responded, your legs wrapped around his waist as he had you pressed against the wall in a hallway closet.

you sighed a little, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "i'm hyunjin's sister. he's only older than me by a little over a year," you explained, nervous as his expression wasn't very clear. "is that gonna stop you from seeing me?"

licking his lips, he shook his head. "no way. i've already waited too long to fuck you, y/n. i'm gonna ruin you whether you're hyunjin's sister or not."

you bit your lip excitedly at his proclamation, pulling him in for a kiss. "then fuck me, please," you murmured against his soft lips.

jeongin wasted no time pulling himself out of his pants just enough, your panties quickly moved to the side before he pushed in. his face was buried in your neck as he stilled, trying to keep himself under control while you adjusted to the stretch of him inside.

his mouth explored your neck, leaving kisses and small nips across the flesh to keep himself distracted from how warm and tight you were around him.

when you finally gave him the verbal cue to continue, the first full thrust out and back inside nearly made him bust.

you had been teasing him for weeks now, only letting him get a taste of you.

now that he finally had all of you, he was going to do everything he could to memorize the way you taste, feel, and sound. he never wanted to forget a single detail of the moment - no matter how miniscule.

"cmon.. fuck me already, jeongin," you whined, pulling at his black locks. "need more."

"oh, i'll give you more." he smirked before quickening his pace, using his grip on you to pull you down into each thrust of his hips. "how's that, princess?"

your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head at his animalistic pace, unable to form any intelligent sounds or words. you were thankful that he had decided to work out more regularly, as there was no way you would've been able to hold yourself up.

"what a pretty fuckin' girl," he growled, biting down on your shoulder before trailing kisses up your throat and smashing his lips on yours.

he swallowed your moans with his own mouth, knowing anyone could walk past at any moment. although, it did turn him on even more.

the risk of being caught fucking his friend's younger sister in a closet on company property just encouraged him further. he almost wished someone would overhear and open the door to see the way you were practically drunk on the feeling of his cock.

he was so enthralled with it all, he didn't even notice you reaching down to play with your clit until your legs began to shake around him.

"innie.. 'm gonna cum," you whimpered out pathetically.

"yeah? go ahead, princess. cum all over innie's cock," he drawled, lips pressed to yours once more as he sped his hips up more.

his words and the way his cock slammed into that sweet spot repeatedly sent you over the edge. you nearly screamed, thighs tightening around his hips as you gushed around him.

"gonna cum soon, too, baby. where?" he panted, hips slowing down some as he tried to hold off until he had an answer.

"i- inside," you breathed heavily, looking him in the eyes.

he met your gaze, and once you nodded,  confirming your answer, he let himself go. he chased his high desperately, finally spilling into you.

"you did so good for me," he praised, kissing your cheek delicately as he stayed still, just letting the two of you bask in your highs for a bit before he would pull out.

as he leaned in to capture your lips with his, the door opened, flooding half of the closet with light.

jeongin glanced over, seeing changbin standing there, jaw dropped. "y- you– her..!" he couldn't even get a full sentence out, in complete disbelief of what his eyes were witnessing.

"yah, shut the door and get lost," jeongin said, nodding his head to tell him to get to it.

in too much shock to scold the younger for his tone and choice of words, he slammed the closet door closed and sped to the practice room as fast as he could.

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when jeongin got to the practice room, all eyes were on him, and he knew that his hyung had spilled to everyone.

"what?" jeongin challenged, an eyebrow raised.

everyone looked at each other before finally glancing at hyunjin, waiting for him to comment or possibly start a fight with their youngest member.

"ayennie.." hyunjin stood, approaching him. "you fucked my sister."

"mhm." the boy nodded matter-of-factly.

"do you have anything to say for yourself?"

he thought it over before smirking, "i guess i really am the maknae on top."

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[p1eceandharmon1]

little moments of intimacy┊ p1harmony (ot6)

warnings: use of make-up┊fluff!┊fem!reader┊word count: 1652

a/n: i didn't really know how to name this post lol.

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➳ Keeho ┊ 윤기호

Keeho loves a good long bubble bath, and if he’s sharing it with you, it makes him feel like heaven. He doesn’t prepare those baths very often as they’re not that practical but, at least once a month, he would go all out to transform your bathroom into a romantic spot for you two to have a well-deserved relaxing night. Expect candles, rose petals, fancy bath bombs and music from Keeho’s previously-made playlist playing on the background. After tiring and stressful days, a moment like this is exactly what both of you need — resting in each other’s arms, not with anything sexual in mind, just wanting to unwind for a while. The water is at a perfectly warm temperature when you go in, making you both let out a sigh of content. He wouldn’t waste a moment to pull you close and hug you, closing his eyes and thinking he would melt at any moment because of how much pleasure he was feeling. After taking turns to soap and shampoo each other, you’d start playing with the bubbles around you and placing them on each other’s face, creating bubble beards and wigs. The room would be quickly filled with laughter, but you also enjoy moments of quiet talks as you lay in each other’s arms and share sweet nothings. You would stay like that until the water isn’t warm anymore and Keeho steps out first to grab a towel to wrap you in, not willing to let you be cold for not even a second.

➳ Theo ┊ 최태양

You are the first person Theo ever lets go near his well-organized closet, and also, the first person he allows to borrow some of his clothes. If you ever let drop that you think one of his jackets is cool, he’s already handing it to you, encouraging you to wear it next time. Or if he catches you admiring one of his necklaces, he’d immediately go behind you and move your hair to the side to put the piece of jewellery around your neck. Sometimes, he would forget some of his comfiest sweaters at your place, secretly hoping you would wear them next time he sees you — he wouldn’t be able to avoid the grin on his face if you do. He just can’t help thinking you look the cutest when you’re wearing something of his, and he always tells you he thinks his clothes fit you better than they fit himself. Even if it’s just a simple white oversized shirt he has lent you to sleep, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that you look beautiful. Your fashion styles are pretty similar, so he also finds your stuff cool, to the point he would ask you for permission to wear some of your items as well. If he’s honest, he loves when you go out wearing his clothes and vice versa, taking into account that your relationship is not public yet. It is a way to hint that you’re together and also a way to feel connected to one another when you’re apart. On times when he’s away on tour, he would take one of your sweatshirts with him, just so he can bury his nose in it and inhale your perfume to bring him comfort when he misses you the most.

➳ Jiung ┊ 최지웅

Even before dating you, Jiung was very into nail art and then, he would always compliment the designs you got every month. He didn’t know you did your own nails at home, so he was thrilled when he found out. You had a pretty decent set of tools, to be honest — from different types of brushes to a little led lamp, all of which made Jiung’s eyes lit up when you showed him. After a couple of times seeing you do your nails in awe, he would ask you to try and paint them for you. He would be incredibly excited throughout the whole process, which would start with looking through hundreds of inspo pics together until you find one you like. He would sit across from you and take your hand in his, smiling at how soft it is. He knows your skin is quite delicate, so he would be extra careful when filing your nails, always making sure it isn’t painful. It melts your heart seeing how concentrated he is in doing each nail perfectly and how he keeps holding your hand gently, almost as if it would break if he wasn’t paying attention. Once he’s done, your eyes widen at how good the result is — you know he has really good taste when it comes to nail art, but it seems like you got your nails done at a salon. He would blush and play it down after seeing your amazed reaction, and would agree right away when you offer to paint his nails as well so you can match. After that, he wouldn’t stop showing off his nails with a proud grin on his lips.

➳ Intak ┊ 황인탁

Every time you’re getting your make-up done to go out, Intak would be glued to your side from the moment you enter the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. He knows it takes you a while, so he thinks why not keeping you company — this way, he gets to do his favorite thing, which is admiring your face. Leaning onto the bathroom counter, he would be mesmerized by the whole process and he wouldn’t be able to keep his big puppy-like eyes off your features. He wonders how do you not get confused with so many products, brushes and steps to follow, so he keeps on asking you what each thing is for. He is truly impressed when you swiftly do your eyeliner, amazed by how sharp it is and how easy you make it look. He won’t shut up about how good it’s looking and how pretty you look, making you so flustered that you end up getting distracted, which makes him earn a slap on the shoulder. On days when you’re not in a hurry, you even let him try and put some of the make-up on you. You smile at how he unsuccessfully tries to hide his excitement, but he soon changes his expression into a full-focused one as he comes closer to your face, one hand holding the brush and the other softly grabbing your chin, to apply your blush. He’s seen you do it many times so he’s confident in doing it properly, and it actually surprises you how well he’s doing it. He doesn’t step back when he finishes; instead, he pecks your nose to not mess up your make-up and whispers that you look stunning one more time.

➳ Soul ┊ 白翔太

Shota used to get really impatient and pouty whenever you washed your hair, because that meant it would take you so long to dry and brush it properly. He would always grow tired of waiting alone and, not being able to stay apart for that long, he turned blow-drying your hair into a habit. Once you get out of the bathroom, your hair still wet and wrapped in a towel, he would be already sitting on the bed with the hairdryer in his hand, waiting for you to sit in front of him. Usually, he’s very playful when it comes to your hair, and he would spend hours playing with it and styling it in the weirdest ways possible, if you let him. But in times like this, you notice how he’s so much more gentle from the moment he unwraps the towel and turns on the hairdryer. He makes sure the air doesn’t come out too hot and doesn’t waste a second to start combing his fingers through your locks, being careful not to tangle them. He always lets his fingers linger for an extra second, not being able to hide how much he adores the softness and sweet scent of your hair. Little does he know that while he’s running his fingers through your hair, you’re trying your best not to fall asleep because of how relaxed it’s making you feel. Once he’s done, he comes closer behind you to press a kiss on the top of your head, and you turn around to pepper his face with kisses to say thank you, making him giggle.

➳ Jongseob ┊ 김종섭

You and Jongseob share a deep love for books and, at the beginning of your relationship, you found out that your taste is very similar, so reading together naturally became a usual activity for you. Whenever you two happen to have some free time, you would be laying together on the couch with a book in your hands, the only sound coming from your steady breaths. You would never be too far from each other — sometimes your hands would be interlocked, or he would have one arm around you making you partially lay on him, and other times he would rest his head on your lap. This would give you free access to his hair, so you always end up running your fingers absentmindedly through his locks, which gives him goose bumps. There are days when Jongseob comes home and softly asks you to read out loud for him, and you would never say no. Listening to your voice is his favorite way of relaxing after a tiring day, and he loves that he gets to stare at your face for as long as he wants while you read. He would hold you close and play with your hair as he keeps his loving gaze on you. You would pretend not to notice his eyes on you the entire time, not even when they lower to your lips. Not long after, he would steal a kiss, and then a couple more, each one longer and deeper than the other, until the book would be put aside and you would be fully focused on the make out session he had smoothly started.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[dracimexidae]

I'm fucking free, I finally finished that forsaken book, and I never want to touch another Anne Rice's work ever again!!! 🙌

[salemlunaa]

𖥸∘˚YOU ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU KNOW𖥸˚∘

don’t force it, just let go.

There are people who go to sleep in one bedroom apartments and wake up in mansions. There are people who go to sleep with a body or face they hate and wake up with new ones. There are people who go to sleep hating their school life, family and friends and wake up with all of that changed. There are people who go to sleep living a life they dread and wake up with their dreams. Why not you.

You are so much more powerful than you know. You are the operant power of this reality and all the other realities. As I once said, these realities are your children, they are of the same relation to you and the same proximity. It is you running through their veins. You aren’t doing this extravagant thing by creating and shifting timelines to a new reality, you are taking your awareness and placing it in a reality that already exists.

You can leave anytime you want. In fact, top panicking and realise you’ve already left. A lot of you promised to yourselves that you would get your dream life over the break, over the weekend, over night and you panic when you don’t see anything. How many times will you do this? Stop the panic, the outerman isn’t you and sees nothing but limitations. There’s nothing to panic over because it is done and there’s nothing left to do. You wouldn’t be panicked about a cruise trip if you were there.

The words “OMG school starts on monday and i STILL haven’t been on my cruise trip, im so upset i feel like a loser” wouldn’t be uttered if you’re already on the cruise, sipping one of those cute drinks with the tiny hats. So stop panicking about wasted time when you’re already there and there’s nothing to do. Don’t get worked up over nothing, the 3d isn’t real.

All you need to do to induce pure consciousness is focus on the darkness in your eyes, set an intention to induce the state of “I AM” and make up scenarios, count, sing in your head. do whatever. Forget yourself, stop trying to relax, stop forcing it, stop looking for symptoms stop trying to immerse yourself in the feeling and let it happen naturally. You don’t force yourself into the state of awake and asleep so why is it any different with pure consciousness.

∘˚ 𓆸∘˚

Think of yourself being in a pool, there’s two of you. One version of yourself is being let down gently into the water and the other version of yourself is letting you down. Think of a baptism type of position. When you are fully immersed in the water you are pure consciousness, and you will come out of the water as your desired self. But what you must do is let it happen naturally. You can’t push yourself underwater. You can’t drown yourself or the water won’t accept you.

Let yourself down gently. Stop trying to force yourself into pure consciousness, stop forcing the immersion or it won’t accept you. Like how if you force yourself into the state sleep you’ll just sit in bed eyes shut waiting to it to happen. It isn’t until you let go and finally give up trying that you eventually fall into the state of sleep. That’s it. Give up, give up trying and let go. Assume you’re in the water already and before you know it you’re fully immersed in that body of water.

When we say falling into the state of pure consciousness is as easy as breathing, we’re not just trying to motivate you are trick your minds into thinking it’s easy as a form of help. It’s the truth. It’s a state, that’s all it is, just as is sleep and being awake right now, think of how effortless it is to fall into between sleep and wake. That’s all pure consciousness is. Failure to do this does not exist.

You can leave anytime you want and within an instant. Assume you have mastered this simple yet beautiful art and you will have, assume you’re there already and you will be. It takes a second to flip your thoughts and begin. You don’t need a routine or a days worth of affirming or any challenge. If you believe that is a must, you don’t understand what this is.

Go, simply because you can.

YOU CAN do this, why not now? Don’t let your fear of failing and “letting yourself down” allow you to procrastinate, failure doesn’t exist.

YOU ARE YOUR ONLY BLOCKAGE, CHANGE THAT AND LET YOURSELF GO

[bookishdiplodocus]

How to plant information elegantly

Say, for example, you’re writing a swimming pool scene and you need to plant the fact that Susan is blonde, because in a few chapters, the detective will find a blond hair at the crime scene.

You want the planted information to be memorable, but at the same time not stand out too much. The ideal is to push the information into the reader’s subconscious without a neon light arrow saying, “You might want to remember this, dear reader. This will be relevant!” The planted information needs to feel natural, organic, but memorable enough so when it turns out to be ✨a clue✨, your reader thinks, “I should have seen it!”

Let’s look at some options.

Susan, who is blonde, took a deep breath and dived into the pool.

This feels forced and awkward. The two pieces of information (pool + blonde) are not connected, the fact that she is blonde feels irrelevant and shoved in. If the reader remembers this, it’s because they noticed how the information is forced upon them.

Elegant ⭐

Memorable ⭐⭐

Organic ⭐

The blonde Susan swam across the pool. / The blonde, Susan, swam across the pool.

This feels more natural, but there’s a danger that only the swimming will stick into the reader’s mind because her being blonde is so unnoticeable. There is also a minor danger that the reader will expect an non-blonde Susan to show up in the first variation.

Elegant ⭐⭐

Memorable ⭐

Organic ⭐⭐

Susan was annoyed. She had just washed her hair with that ridiculously expensive Luscious Blonde shampoo and now her friends wanted to go swimming? What a waste of money.

This feels natural and organic, because both elements are conveyed from Susan’s point of view. They are both relevant and connected, and on top of that you get to build Susan’s character.

Elegant ⭐⭐⭐

Memorable ⭐⭐⭐

Organic ⭐⭐⭐

Her friends were already in the pool, but Susan held up her pocket mirror, making absolutely sure that the latex cap wouldn’t let any water in. She just had her hair bleached and after the debacle of 2019, she would never forget what chlorinated water did to bleached hair.

Susan’s POV makes her blond hair relevant to the swimming, as with the example above, but this time you’re presenting a completely different character. It feels organic and personal, and the fact that she is blonde will be lodged into the reader’s mind without screaming “It’s a clue!”.

Elegant ⭐⭐⭐

Memorable ⭐⭐⭐

Organic ⭐⭐⭐

I hope this is helpful! Follow me for more writing tips or browse my entire collection of writing advice now.

Happy writing!

[ryumean]

18+ mdni

obsessed, touchy suguru as your bf who likes to get his hands all over you. he tried to keep it cool in public, subtly placing his larger palm against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd. his thumb always caressing your skin, he couldn’t stop this mannerism ever since he had you. he loves it when you have your legs draping over his thighs. his hand warm as he grazed against your knee, slowly hiking up between your thighs. you would swat his hand if he gets too high, you’re out in the public in the first place—you can’t have people looking, right?

“i’m sorry, doll. i couldn’t help it,” he reached out to place kisses along your jawline. “especially when you look irresistible in your pretty dress,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

however when it’s just the two of you, alone in his room, watching your favorite crime or thriller movie for the nth time, he would have his hands on your arms, waist, hips, and thighs. you’re between his thighs, your back pressed against his body. his chin placed comfortably on top of your head. he would occasionally trace his mouth along your neck, down to your shoulder. “s'guru, we’re watching...” you whispered as if someone would hear you.

“i know,” lips sucking on your neck, tongue grazing against your skin. “you can continue watching, angel.” his hands slipped under your shirt (his oversized tee) one palm rubbing your stomach as his other hand squeezed your hip out of desire and adoration. he worships you like you’re a living saint. his adorable pretty saint.

obsessed, touchy suguru as your bf who would forget about the movie and has you half-naked the next moment you knew. leaving only in your shirt, your panties long discarded on the ground. “suguru... n-no,” you clutched his hair as his mouth sucked on your clit. he never intended just to watch movies and chill, he would have you in any chance he could get. he’s not wasting anytime, he’s always doing you. it’s not a want for him, it’s an addiction. “be good for me, yeah? suguru will make sure you’ll feel good.”

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ' late night moments with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧ - 2:34 am

“Do you think Berry misses me sometimes?” He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.

“Of course, she does, baby.” Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. “Remember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.”

A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and that’s when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.

You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.

Sleeps like this, in your lap, until you’re sure he’s asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧ - 11:59 pm

“Hug me, I’m cold!”

You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.

“Better now?” “Minho, I can’t breathe!”

Doesn’t let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and that’s when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.

His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until you’re satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but don’t linger for as long as he’d like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧ - 3:47 am

You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. “Binnie, I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.” The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.

“Everything okay?”

Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.

When he’s done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now – to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that he’ll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what you’re able to do right now is enough.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧ - 1:08 am

“Forget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. He’s silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you don’t, he sighs and gives in. “Darling, what the hell are you talking about?”

You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. “This hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.”

Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your ‘hypothetical situation’ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.

When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧ - 1:56 am

“When you’re away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. You’re face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.

He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasn’t expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.

Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. “I’m sorry, baby.”

His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. “Sorry? Sorry for what? Don’t be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.”

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧ - 4:02 am

“Wait, what? She said that to you?” Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.

You nod, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. “Yes! I have receipts, hold on.”

As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix can’t help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this – bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.

Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.

When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧ - 12:32 am

Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you can’t help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. You’ve been in bed for hours now and you’re still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.

Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. “Everything okay?”

You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. “I can’t sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?”

His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didn’t mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the group’s title tracks.

When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected – his dreamy voice does have magical powers and you’re asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧ - 11:45 pm

“Blanket thief.” He complains, however, there’s no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.

You don’t see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. “Come here, baby, let’s share.”

When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.

“Come on, be reasonable, there’s enough blanket for the both of us.” “No.” “Y/n.” “But Jeongin, the monsters – “ ,“I’ll beat them up! Now, come here!”

Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because he’s petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he can’t help but still love so much!

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤYOUNG LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Robins x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How would they be as your boyfriend?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Affection Overload: Dick is all about physical affection. Hugs, kisses, holding hands—he’s constantly touching you. If you’re in public, expect him to have an arm around your waist or your hand in his at all times.

Grand Gestures: He loves making big romantic statements. Random flowers delivered to your class? Check. Swinging into your bedroom window just to say goodnight? Double check.

Jealousy Level: Surprisingly chill, but only because he’s confident. If someone flirts with you, he’ll swoop in with a smug smile and casually remind them that you’re his.

Protective Side: He’s sweet and easygoing most of the time, but the second he thinks you’re in danger, he turns into serious protector mode. He’s not above scaring people off if necessary.

Clingy but Cute: He hates being away from you. Even if you’re just apart for a day, he’ll text or call constantly. "Miss me yet? Because I miss you."

The Cheerleader Boyfriend: Dick is your biggest fan. Whether you’re pursuing a hobby, trying something new, or just having a bad day, he’s there hyping you up like, “You’re amazing, don’t forget that.”

Drama King: If you ever fight, expect him to show up at your door with flowers, chocolates, and the saddest puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. He cannot stand the idea of you being upset with him.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Acts Tough but Is a Softie: Jason tries to play it cool, but deep down, he’s so soft for you. You’ll catch him staring at you like you hung the moon, and he’ll deny it every time.

Overprotective: Jason is feral when it comes to your safety. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’s ready to throw hands. “You okay, babe? Need me to deal with them?”

Big on Small Gestures: He’s not a grand-gesture kind of guy, but he’ll quietly leave your favorite snacks on your desk or slip a note into your bag that says, "Have a good day, idiot."

Jealousy Level: Off the charts. Jason tries to play it cool, but the second someone flirts with you, his hand is on your waist, and his glare is lethal.

Supportive but Real: Jason is your rock. He’ll always be there for you, but he’s not afraid to call you out if he thinks you’re being too hard on yourself. “Stop beating yourself up. You’re amazing. End of story.”

Loves Quiet Time Together: He’s happiest when it’s just the two of you curled up on the couch, watching movies or reading. Those moments mean the world to him.

Secretly Romantic: Jason pretends he’s not into cheesy romance, but he’ll randomly do something that makes your heart melt, like showing up with a book he thought you’d like or quoting poetry at the most unexpected times.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Awkwardly Affectionate: Damian isn’t great at expressing his feelings verbally, so his affection comes in the form of small, thoughtful actions. He’ll make sure your tea is brewed perfectly or bring you handmade gifts.

Possessive but Polite: Damian hates sharing your attention. If someone flirts with you, he’ll politely (but firmly) remind them who you belong to. “I believe you’re wasting your time. She’s spoken for.”

Jealousy Level: High but controlled. Instead of losing his temper, he’ll subtly outshine whoever is trying to steal your attention. “Ah, yes, you’ve met my girlfriend. Isn’t she magnificent?”

Protective in a Subtle Way: He’s not loud about it, but Damian is always watching out for you. If someone wrongs you, he’ll handle it quietly and efficiently. “You’ll find they’re no longer a problem.”

Always Wants to Impress You: Damian is constantly trying to prove himself to you, whether it’s through his art, his fighting skills, or his intellect. He’s desperate for your approval, even if he pretends he’s not.

Secretly Vulnerable: Behind his confident exterior, Damian is terrified of losing you. He doesn’t know how to handle those emotions, so he’ll sometimes withdraw until you reassure him.

Over-the-Top Romantic in Private: When it’s just the two of you, Damian lets his walls down. He’ll read you poetry, kiss your hand, and whisper how much you mean to him.

How They’re Similar

All of them are incredibly protective of you and hate seeing you hurt or upset.

They’re obsessed with making you happy and will go out of their way to ensure you feel loved.

Whether they’re soft and sweet or intense and dramatic, they all love you with their whole heart—and they’re not afraid to show it.

— MASTERLIST ☆⁠

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

[menagerofmischief]

pretty tattoos -> ln4

wc: 1.2k tags: piercer!lando, cockwarming, unprotected sex, piv, part one | part two | part three

Lando’s shop was empty and quiet. Probably because it was already after working hours when you arrived, like the two of you had agreed. 

After the last piercing you had gotten, Lando had indeed taken you out to dinner. And after that, the two of you were inseparable. And you couldn’t be happier.

It was after a night out that you mentioned wanting a tattoo. Immediately there was a sparkle in Lando’s eyes as he began gushing over how he hoped you would mention it because he was itching to ink your body. 

After he dropped you home, laying a gentle sweet kiss to your lips before walking away, Lando had texted you the date and time of your tattoo appointment. Only if you wanted it, of course. And boy, did you want it. 

Lando’s shop was a familiar place by now. Both from your own experiences and from the little visits you made just to see him. So you didn’t hesitate to get yourself comfortable as Lando prepared everything, the stencil already pressed against your skin.

Getting a sternum tattoo as your first tattoo was certainly a bold choice, you wouldn’t deny that. The room was slightly chilly, causing your exposed nipples to perk up, goosebumps raising along the skin of your arms. 

“You changing your mind?” Lando asked, noticing you had gone quiet. His voice was teasing, but you knew that if you really did change your mind he would drop everything without a word. 

“No,” you shook your head. “Just a bit nervous. I heard the sternum is a painful place to get a tattoo.”

“It is,” Lando agreed, smiling at you. “Don’t worry tho, I’ll keep you distracted.” he said with a wink, bringing a smile to your face. 

“Oh, you’ll keep me distracted!” You teased, prompting him to laugh. 

Lando finished setting the necessary material up and sat down in the chair. You looked at him, tilting your head to the side. “Isn’t that my spot?”

“Nope,” he told you, shaking his head. “Your spot is right here.” He patted his lap, his lips curled upwards in a smirk.

“How could I forget,” you smiled, walking towards him slowly. You ran your hands down his body, palms pressing against his chest before dipping lower, toying with the zipper of his pants.

You opened his pants and Lando wasted no time lifting his hips to help you slide them down his legs, the outline of his already hard cock visible in the grey material of his boxers. A wet patch was already forming on the material from where his leaky tip was positioned. 

Lando took the boxers off quickly, pushing them to join his jeans. His hands grabbed your ass and he pulled your body closer, your bare legs pressing against his. 

You giggled, wrapping your hand around his dick. It wasn’t your first time seeing him naked but everytime was as good as the previous. Your eyes zeroed in on his piercing, going through the tip of his cock, the metal balls shining under the led lights of the studio.

Spit dribbled down from your mouth onto his cock and you used it as lube to stroke him a few times before lifting up your skirt and climbing into his lap. The lack of pantied underneath the skirt made it all the easier to position his dick at your entrance and sink down on him, taking him fully. 

“Fuck,” Lando groaned, his hands gripping your hips, both of you moaning at the sensation. His piercing pressed against your walls, adding to the stimulation. Lando’s hand caressed your back, making you arch your chest forward him. 

“You ready?” He asked gently, one of his hands groping your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples and twisting your piercings. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You replied, nodding your head at him. “You sure you can tattoo in this position?”

“Oh please,” Lando scoffed playfully. “Of course I can. Now hold on, this is gonna hurt a little.”

Lando lifted up the tattoo gun and started his work, tracking the stencil on your skin. You gasped a little at the pain, feeling your chest tighten as he worked, involuntarily clenching around him which had his breathing going shallow.

Thankfully it was a small tattoo, which meant it didn’t take much time for Lando to finish it. The whole time he kept teasing you playfully, talking about random things and cracking terrible jokes in effort to distract you from the pain, which really did work. But so did the feeling of his pulsing length buried deep inside of you. 

You finally felt like you could breathe again properly when Lando finished the tattoo, putting away the machine and cleaning it up. One of his hands cupped your flushed face, his eyes meeting yours. “Looks pretty great if I do say so myself,” he told you, his eyes flicking down to the tattoo. “Now how about a reward for my best client?”

“Please,” you gasped out, your walls clenching around his dick. Lando groaned, wrapping his arms around you and standing up then pushing you onto the leather chair all while still remaining inside of you. 

“Did so well,” he told you before pressing his lips down against yours in a sloppy kiss. “Took it so well, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take my cock, yeah?”

His thrusts started slow, making you feel every inch of his hard cock, the piercing dragging against your walls, making your head spin with pleasure. One of his hands sneaked between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit fast and rubbing circles around it before he flicked your piercing, making you moan out. 

The rhythm of his hips grew frantic, becoming more desperate with each thrust. After cockwarming him for what felt like hours it didn’t really take long for either of you to reach your orgasm.

“God, Lando!” You moaned, nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you, triggering his own. 

You both stayed still for a moment, catching your breath, then Lando pulled out slowly and used one of the previously prepared tissues to clean you up, all the while rambling about the tattoo healing process. You really couldn’t deny that he was adorable. 

The two of you put your clothes back on and you waited for Lando to finish closing up the shop before you left together. “So, wanna come over to my apartment?” You asked, taking his hand in yours. “I got some great leftovers. And they’re not expired.”

He laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. “You truly know a way to my heart!”

Lando Norris had pierced his way into your life and permanently inked his place in it. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[kruegerspillow]

Task Force 141 + what they'd do when you're unwell

creators note: ive been feeling unwell these past few days so im just trying to feed myself with his LMAO anyways i hope u all enjoy this

warnings: mentions of vomiting and drinking, swearing, reader nearly overdosing and having troubles with sleep :( not proofread!

Simon was probably already suspicious when he entered the house. You didn't greet him like you usually do.

He also did not spot you sitting down on the living room couch, so he thought that you were probably sleeping (though his brain was screaming at him to find you)

He just throws his bags aside and basically sprinted

The moment he entered your room to see you sleeping, he immediately relaxed

But after seeing the ungodly amount of bottle of pills on the nightstand? No.

He immediately went to look at them just to realize that you've been struggling with stress and lack of sleep

He softly shakes your shoulders to wake you up (he hopes you don't notice the way his fingers trembled)

"Love, please wake up. 'm home."

And if you don't wake up, he'll start being a bit rougher, squeezing your shoulder and frantically shaking them. His heart dropped.

"Wake up. Stop jokin' around, it's not bloody funny."

As soon as you wake up, his breath hitches and he pulls you into a tight embrace; the air in your lungs being squeezed out by the overwhelming pressure

Does not lecture you at this point, he's the one needing reassurance

"Christ, don't ever do that again, you 'ear me?"

He will take good care of you and would lecture you after he'd relaxed and cleaned you up

He'll shower with you, buy your favorite takeout, listen to the stories he'd missed during deployment, anything.

This moment will stick onto him like a curse. He won't ever forget about this and be more alert and observant around you, out of fear that you might overdose once again.

As he entered the house, he was greeted by the sound of you gagging

He froze up, the exhaustion leaving his body

He immediately sprinted to the bathroom and threw his bags aside

"Fuck, what's 'appening? Are you alright? You bloody hurt?"

You were on your knees, looking up at him with teary eyes, and just as you were about to reply, you vomited into the toilet

He would sink onto his knees with you, hands tangled in your hair as you continued to vomit into the toilet

He winced while watching you, brows furrowing as thoughts scattered in his mind

When you finished, he immediately scrambled back up and took a cup of warm water

He'll be asking you a lot of questions, and you won't be avoiding it. Well, you can't anyway

When he realized it's just a hangover from last night, he glares at you

"You shouldn't be drinkin' too much in the first place, love. You've got me worried to death."

Despite the lecturing, he is still worried

Expect him to carry you around like a sack of potatoes, you're not allowed to walk for now

He will be cuddling with you all day and night, don't worry, he'll keep you warm

He'll be cooking and providing you with all kinds of stuff too. Painkillers, food, snacks, anything.

"What do ya want to eat, sweet'eart? I'll cook for ya, don't worry."

He's just a worried gentleman. Don't drink too much next time, will you?

After entering the living room, his expression dropped when hearing you groan in your room.

He'll call you once or twice from the living room, patiently waiting for a reply.

"... Bonnie? Ye alrigh' up there?"

Literally does not waste any time when you answered with a grunt

Runs up the stairs like he'd been chased by zombies.

Knocks on your door softly before opening the door, peeking his head inside. His gaze was met with your back.

He enters your room with a worried expression, closing the door behind him before walking towards you, kneeling in front of you

He notices the unusual warmth radiating from your body as you frowned, a pout in your expression

His hand went up to press the back of his hand to your forehead, before pulling away with a small ach.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, yer burnin', ye ken?"

"It's too cold here, Johnny..."

He is immediately more alert now, looking at you with a confused expression. How'd you get sick out of nowhere? You were just fine the other day.

"Wait 'ere, I'll get ye some water."

He walks out of your room in hurry before returning with a cup of warm water, paracetamol and a lukewarm washcloth.

He placed those items aside before his hands went to your sides, shifting you up.

"Up ye go. C'mon bonnie, yer gonna be jus' fine."

Sounds like he's trying to reassure himself more than you

Helps you drink the warm water slowly before handing you the paracetamol. He places them on the nightstand before laying you back down on the bed.

After placing the washcloth on your forehead, he crawls over to your side before embracing you in his arms, ignoring your protests of him getting sick because of you.

He ends up taking care of you until you're feeling better. He'll never leave your side and will get you anything you want.

Very worried after finding out you have a flu. He doesn't care if it's a small one, but he hides it surprisingly well

As soon as he returned home, he placed the bags on the couch neatly before walking to your room.

He already bought groceries and some of your favorite snacks.

Knocks on your door before entering your room with bags of your long-awaited snacks and gifts.

"Good mornin' love, how're you feelin' today, eh?"

He placed the items on your nightstand before grabbing the pills and a cup of water.

Helps you drink your medicine before placing them aside, his expression softening at your weakened state.

He crawls over to you, keeping his composure calm before laying on top of you; making sure that he doesn't crush you entirely.

He won't let you push him away, though he knows the risks of being around you when you're sick like this. He doesn't care, he'd been through worse, anyway. He's a soldier, sweetheart.

Tickles your neck with his beard when he's placing a few kisses on them

Whispers sweet words into your ear, softly holding you until you fall asleep.

"I'm 'ere, love. Don't worry, yeah? I'll take good care of you, you'll be safe with me."

His heart ached at soft sight of you. He won't ever let go of you and let you do things by yourself until you recover from this damned sickness.

Does everything else for you. Chores, cooking, groceries, etc. He loves you very much, :)

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[moon-my-beloved]

neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)

part I: first impressions

tw: mentions of crappy parents, angst, and reader being absolutely terrible at socializing. that’s all babes - xoxo

you really weren’t sure why you were so.. anxious.

ever since encountering your (undeniably ethereal) neighbors arrive, you became a little more self-conscious when getting out of the house. that same day, you had carefully and quietly made your way towards auntie lotties house once you were in the clear that the men would not be coming outside any time soon.

“oh dear! what’s got you in such a hurry, luv?” auntie lottie had said in shock, letting you into the comfort of her home and ushering you to sit down while she got you a glass of water.

“i think I’ve just made a fool of myself,” you said in dejection, telling her of the shit show you just did upon meeting your neighbors. a hearty chuckle making itself known once the older woman came back with the glass of water she had promised.

“don’t be silly, they probably didn’t even see you! besides, you will eventually talk to them sooner or later.”

you didn’t even want to think about the possibility of bumping into them any time soon. what would you even say? ‘hey I’m your neighbor from across the street. sorry you caught me peeping at you all like some fucking creep.”

in hopes of just keeping your mind off of the men that have been haunting your thoughts, you asked auntie lottie if she had any new ideas for her next recipe in which you were grateful for when the woman spent most of your stay ranting about a new sponge cake recipe she had seen.

you spent most of your evening with auntie lottie and the sun had already set down by the time you bid your goodbyes to her. the crisp, fresh air blowing on your skin making you sigh in containment as you make your way back home. the sky was clear today, lifting your head up just enough to see how the stars twinkle against the night sky and how the moon cascaded a small glow over the land with how bright it looked. you don’t realize you’ve already arrived to your destination before another rush of cold air snaps you out of your haze.

living by yourself feels great, there’s no questioning that. but you can’t help at times feel that daunting feeling of loneliness claw its way to your mind and make your heart ache in wanting to at least come back home to someone. that desire to be wanted.

your family was a lost cause. practically forgetting all about you once you turned eighteen and went to college. no text messages or phone calls were ever heard from them throughout all those years. small christmas cards being sent here and there that read, “we hope you’re doing well. - mom and dad. friends? they were all living their own lives. building themselves an actual family with their soon-to-be husbands or wife’s. some of them already having kids of their own. you were too scared, too aware of yourself to taint them with any unwanted things. you were never good with people.

god you sound pathetic.

shaking your head a bit, you make your way up the small steps and take out your keys, daring to take a small glance at the house across from you. your eyes catch a small light coming from one of the windows, the silhouette of people walking by visible even though the curtain.

you wonder what they did for work. lottie hadn’t mentioned anything of what they do. from the looks of it, it’s definitely something that keeps them away from home for long periods of time.

your brainstorming is cut off short, eyes widening a bit when someone from the other side of the window suddenly stops in front of it. without a second to waste, you hurriedly make your way inside. your heart pounding out of your chest as you lean your back against the door.

fucking hell.

you had been avoiding them like the plague. successfully staying away from any unwanted attention even when you sometimes caught glimpses of chocolate eyes and mohawk taking their morning run while getting ready for work. ignoring the way your face burned up in shame.

or even at times when you would see skull face reading a book with mutton chops. tea on their sides as they enjoyed the sound of birds chirping and wind chimes bumping against each other with every gust of wind.

they all looked so.. content. and for some reason you just knew they were a family. one with each other with the way they maneuvered themselves with one another. so natural.

nevertheless, you were doing a great job… until you weren’t.

you had been getting off your shift when you decided it was a good idea to do a small grocery run. with the holidays coming and the weather becoming increasingly colder by the days, you needed to stock up before there was nothing left.

so here you were. a coat over your shoulders, still in your work clothes and heels digging into your feet uncomfortably. pushing a cart and checking off items from your list as you went.

stores were busy during this time of year. christmas songs were played through the speakers along with decorations filling every corner of the store. kids bustling around their parents in excitement with every toy they pointed out to.

by the time you were done checking off the last item from your list, you were exhausted.

“maybe a small treat would be nice..” you mutter to yourself, making your way to the snack aisle and barely making it past the corner before a scottish accent calls out your name.

you pause abruptly, turning your head to the sound as your eyes widened in utter shock when realization dawns at you.

two of your neighbors were standing there, just a few feet from you. mohawk giving you a wolfish grin while waving a teasing hand at you. the other man sending an apologetic smile your way for his friends behavior. god he was so much prettier up close.

“that’s ye right?” only being able to nod as his large body makes its way towards your direction. ocean eyes pinning you down in place with the way they roam around you, analyzing you. he wore a leather jacket, white shirt underneath that did nothing but enhance the way his chest stretched over the material. he wore a nice pair of jeans, topping of his outfit with a pair of black boots. he definitely had that bad-boy style look to him.

“way to make a lady feel comfortable mactavish. I’m sorry about him, luv. auntie lottie had mentioned us having a new neighbor and wanted to put a face to the name. I’m kyle, by the way, and this dog here is johnny.” the pretty man said, earning a small scoff from johnny, grumbling something about kyle not being any better than him. he wore a nice umber coat accompanied by a black turtleneck underneath. black slacks adoring his legs and a nice pair of chelsea boots. you would not even question if he was a model.

shit, you had been staring for too long, barely finding your voice before uttering something that sounded at least somewhat normal.

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I don’t really get out much.” a nervous chuckle making its way past your lips as you try so hard to not make it so obvious of how you’ve been the one avoiding them this whole time.

“‘na need tae apologize bonnie. jus’ glad we caught ye jus’ in time. a’m sure tha’ other lads would love tae meet ye.” a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that can only be described as up-to-no-good with the way he’s staring at you.

“what he means is if you would like to come over some time, meet the rest of the team.” a charming smile plastered against his perfect lips that you don’t have it in your heart to say no. (not like you were going to in the first place)

you exchange numbers with johnny and kyle not missing the way their lingering gazes stay on you even after they leave.

sweet treat long forgotten.

a/n: we finally meet half of the boys RAAAA. i hope you guys like this chapter and if there’s anything that should be fixed like my god awful interpretation of scottish accent, please let me know! 😭 enjoy mis amores! <3