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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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Burning up

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2,412

Trigger Warnings: none really, mostly fluff. Some swear words.

Summary: the reader is sick and Dean takes care of her. Lots of fluff.

Requested: yes, by anonymous. Hey =) just wanted to thank you for writing and sharing your stories 🤍🙏🏻💐Absolutely in love with them. Are u up for a sick/hurt and comfort fic? Love 🤍

A/N:this was so much fun to write! I went with the sick side of things, I’m sure I’ll write another hurt one soon. Requests are still open. :)

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I groan, opening my eyes, my head beginning to throb immediately, causing me to close them again. Nope. Getting up early is not happening today. I shut off my alarms for the morning and return to sleep.

I wake up a couple hours later, soaked in sweat, every muscle in my body aching and fever raging through my body. It’s already ten o’clock in the morning, yet the desire to get out of bed is none existent. I drift off again, my restless sleep filled with awful dreams. I’m slightly disturbed from my rest, when my door creaks open, one of the boys checking on me as I’m normally awake hours before. However, they don’t say anything, just quietly back out of my room in the bunker and shut the door behind them. I fall back asleep once again, praying that I feel better the next time I awake.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” I hear Dean ask, sitting down next to me on my bed. His hand coming to rest in the middle of my back. I open my eyes and peer at him, wincing from the bright light filling the room.

I groan in response, turning my head away from him and squeezing my eyes shut.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, I can hear the concern in his voice even though I can’t see his face. He reaches over, and brushes my sweat soaked hair out of my face, his fingers glancing over my forehead quickly. Before he places a full hand over my forehead, I hear him let out a sharp sigh.

“Y/N, you’re burning up. We gotta get your fever down sweetheart.” He says quietly, pulling back the layers of blanket I’m buried under. I groan, fighting him and trying to pull the blankets back up. I hear him chuckle slightly, his hands rubbing my back gently. An unintentional moan leaves my lips, embracing his touch easing my stiff muscles.

“I’m going to go get you some Tylenol and water, stay put. I’ll be right back.” He says, leaving the room quietly. I try not to miss the way his hands felt on my body, the ease that he worked the kinks out of my muscles. The fire it ignited inside of me. Dean and I had slept together a handful times, mainly in moments of desperation and weakness, but never anything serious or exclusive, although that’s all I wanted, everything I could ever want. I ease my body into a sitting position, pulling my sweatshirt off my sweaty body, leaving on the tank top underneath. I push myself over to the edge of the bed, moving to stand up, a wave of dizziness overtaking me. I stand up, but only make it a couple of steps towards the bathroom before I’m reaching for the nearest object to steady myself. Which happens to be the dresser, I put my back against it and slide down to the floor. I rest my head on my knees, hoping that the wave of dizziness and nausea will soon subside, and stop crashing down on me like a damn tsunami. Dean renters the room and I hear him turn around when he realizes in no longer in bed.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart? I told you to stay put.” He says, placing the water glass and medicine bottle down on my side table.

“Wanted a shower, body hurts.” I say, my head still buried in my knees, unsure if he heard or understood me. He then crosses the room to my side, crouching down in front of me. He places his hands under my armpits and gently lifts me to my feet, keeping a firm grasp on my waist, helping me walk towards the bathroom. He sits me down on the lid of the toilet, making sure I’m not going to fall over.

“How about a bath instead? I’ll help you, don’t want you slipping and hitting your head.” He says, his hand cupping my chin and making me look at him.

“No, I don’t need help. I’ll be okay.” I protest, trying to shoo him towards the door but he doesn’t budge.

“Dean, I don’t want you to see me like this.” I say, rolling my eyes at his stubbornness.

“Y/N, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before if that’s what this is about..” he says, chuckling slightly before he sees the look on my face telling him silently to shut up.

“I’m just a fuck buddy, I don’t need you taking care of me and seeing me in this moment of weakness.” I mutter, my tone bitter a sentiment that I never would’ve confided in him, if I wasn’t half out of my mind with sickness. Or so I told myself.

His face falls, momentarily, confusion then taking over his features. His takes my hand in his own, stroking it gently with his thumb.

“Y/N, sweetheart. You’re not just a fuck buddy, you’re my best friend and I care about you a lot. Taking care of you while you’re sick doesn’t make you weak, it’s something you’d do for me. Something you have done for me.” He says, while his words are true, his use of best friend stings a bit. I knew it would never be anything more than that. I resign myself to accepting his help, nodding silently. He takes a step towards the bath and turns the water on, checking the temperature with his hand before filling the tub. He turns the light off in the bathroom, lighting the candle that I keep on the counter to provide a small source of less harsh light. An action that I appreciate and quietly thank him for doing. He nods, reaching to help me stand in order to take what little remaining clothing I have on, off.

His hands steady me gently, his fingers barely applying pressure to my skin, and helps me clamber into the tub. The warm water engulfs me and immediately begins to soothe my sore muscles. He tucks a folded towel behind my neck, giving me something to rest my head on and again, I thank him for his gentleness.

The ache in my muscles is improving, thanks to his actions. Yet the ache in my heart is growing, insatiable, the need for something more with this man unquenchable. I’ve had these feelings for him since we were teenagers, which I convinced myself that they would go away before adulthood. Yet they didn’t. The first time we slept together was after I got hurt on a hunt, emotions running extremely high. That’s what we chalked it up to, a bad choice in a moment of emotional weakness, Ouch.

The second time was after Sam died, before Deans deal with the crossroads demon. Another moment of emotional turmoil and weakness. Ouch, again.

The third time, was the night before the hellhounds came for him. My heart so empty and terrified for him, that I craved any kind of physical affection from him which he partially satisfied. The next day he was gone, I watched the hell hounds tear him to shreds, soul shatteringly devastating.

The fourth time and most recent, was after Dean came back from hell. We hadn’t talked about that one, but I chalked it up to me being the first woman he saw this side of hell. The first piece of ass he could get his hands on, and I was more than willing. My heart still broken from the time of him being gone. Sam had left me too, going off to try and bring Dean back but not wanting me to come along as I would “slow him down.”. Being with Dean after he came back from hell, felt different. But once again, my hopes were dashed when he apologized the morning after, telling me it shouldn’t have happened. Ouch.

I’m snapped out of my chain of thoughts by a cold wash cloth being pressed to my forehead, a straw held to my lips and two little red pills offered to me. I take the pills from him, accepting a sip of water to wash them down with before closing my eyes once more. I know Dean is near, but he’s quiet. I open one eye, glancing towards him and he’s sitting respectfully, with his back against the edge of the tub. Watching out for me, but respecting my privacy as much as he can. A gesture that pulls at my heart just that much more.

The words that leave my mouth next can only be explained by one thing, confusion and insanity caused by my fever. Or that’s what I’m telling myself, anyways.

“Dean?” I ask, lowering myself into the water a little more attempting to calm the chills racking my body. He hums in response, assuring me he’s still near.

“Why can’t you see how much I love you?” I ask him, my voice small. Almost quiet enough that I could convince myself I didn’t actually say it out loud for him to hear. That I didn’t just expose my heart completely on my sleeve for him to reject.

I can tell I’ve caught him off guard because he stiffens, his body language screaming run, flee, she’s insane. All of these things happen simultaneously and quickly. Yet the fear and anxiety of a ruined friendship is bubbling up inside of me.

“Forget it. Can you leave? I’ll be fine.” I say, closing off and moving to pull the shower curtain closed.

“What-wait Y/N.” He says, turning around to grab my wrist stopping me in my tracks. His eyes are locked on mine, questions swimming through his eyes but he’s not verbalizing them.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he says, taking a breath to compose himself, I look away from him and staring at my knees, that I’ve pulled up to my chest. Here it is, the great let down. The I love you, but not like that. It’s me not you speech. The one I’ve had in my head a million times, convinced that I had no chance with him. But that’s not what leaves his mouth. “Stop that, look at me.” He reaches out, gently turning my face to look at him once again. His eyes never leaving my face, never wandering, his gaze unfaltering.

“I saw the way you act towards me, but I couldn’t get my hopes up to believe that it was love for me Y/N. I couldn’t bear losing our friendship by mistaking friendship for more than that. God, sweetheart, I love you more than I thought possible.” He says, his voice faltering towards the end, barely a whisper. I blink once, twice, three times before his words finally hit me. He loves me.

“When I came back from hell, you were the first person I wanted to see. You were the first thought on my mind, not Sammy. Maybe that makes me a terrible brother, but when I told him that he asked me why I hadn’t grown a pair and just told you. Y/N, you were never just a fuck buddy. It breaks my heart to hear you say that. I’ve wanted more since we were teenagers, but I was too much of a coward to seek that out. So I threw myself at other women, but none of them ever compared to you. Shit, please don’t cry sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He wipes away a tear from my face, a tear I didn’t realize had started to fall. I look back at him, watching him closely before I start laughing. He looks taken aback and concerned, unsure where my reaction is coming from.

“You’re- you’re telling me we could’ve been together for years by now? Why couldn’t I have had a fever induced feelings confession years ago? Hell, this is comical.” I say, still laughing softly. He laughs too, rolling his eyes, yet the smile forming on his face bringing a smile to my own.

“I love you, Dean, more than anything.” I say, resting my head on my knees once more, keeping it turned towards him so I can watch his expression. I shiver slightly, the water having cooled off since I got in. He notices and quickly drains the tub, helping me stand up and wrapping me in a towel. He lifts me out of the bath, his hands under my arms, before he pulls me straight into his chest. His arms wrapping tightly around me, holding me pressed against him. I melt into his embrace, hugging him back with all the strength I have at the moment.

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything.” He mimics, pressing a kiss to my temple before he tucks his finger beneath my chin and raises it, leaning down to press the most passionate kiss to my lips. My eyes fluttering closed, leaning into him and kissing him back. Conveying every hidden emotion I possibly can into this kiss.

“Dean, I’d love to stand here forever, I really would. But ‘m freezing here.” I mutter, beginning to shiver more violently. He chuckles, and begins to help me get dressed into the clothes that he had, unknown to me, laid out when I had first gotten into the tub.

“Back to bed with you.” He says, gently guiding me towards my disheveled sheets. Once I climb in, he shuts the curtains and turns off the lights in my room. He then walks towards my bed once again, shedding his jeans and T-shirt and climbs in next to me. His hands quickly find me, pulling me into his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. His hands quickly coming to rest on different points of my body. One at the nape of my neck, working it’s way into my hair. The other, on my hip rubbing circles into my exposed skin. The feeling of closeness that this brings, is indescribable. The peace that over takes me, the relief that floods my thoughts. The emptiness this fills.

“‘M tired De. But I’m scared that this was just a fever dream, I don’t want it to be over when I wake up.” I mutter, my eyes already mostly closed. His touch lulling me into a sleep, much more peaceful that I thought possible with a fever running it’s course.

“Sleep, sweetheart. It’s not a dream, I’ll be here, I promise.” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to my forehead before I doze off, fully embracing the open arms of sleep.

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benzgarfield · 27 days

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cacoetheswriting · 1 year

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heyy

can you do a angst with fluffy ending with eddie x reader on reader birthday (but not that he forgot pls 🙏🏻) you can decide the rest

thank you so much!! 💖💖

gosh i am sooooo sorry for only getting this out to you now! it's been sitting in my drafts, half-finished for far too long! again, super sorry for the delay - and i hope you enjoy 🤍

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k content warnings: talk of breakups / heartbreak (eddie & reader are exes), adult language, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, - very much unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

Birthdays weren’t really your thing.

Celebrating getting older stopped being fun when the gifts turned from colourful toys to cards with generic wishes, and when parties went from having bright bouncy castles to drinking cheap wine alone in a messy apartment at the end of an even messier night. From pure, unfiltered joy, to misery and feeling like your life was slipping through your fingers, fast.

There were a few expectations over the last few years — four lucky birthdays to be exact. And these happy memories came into existence thanks to a certain curly-haired, brown-eyed boy.

Eddie first asked you out a few days before your nineteenth birthday and even though the two of you never really talked prior, there was no denying he was really fucking pretty and you had a big fat silent crush on him for quite some time before that faithful afternoon.

He invited you out for burgers, and in the midst of natural conversation, when you let slip that it was your birthday, Eddie also got you ice-cream, asking the waiter to place a single candle in the colourful sundae.

Till this day, it was the most genuine thing anyone has ever done for you. The most romantic too.

And every birthday that followed, every birthday you spent together with the metalhead was beyond special. He made them special.

From balloons and love notes, to heartfelt gifts, various activities during the day and dinners at his trailer or out in town. He even rallied your friends and threw you parties that no longer ended with loneliness. No year was the same. Eddie made them unique and memorable — which you adored him for wholeheartedly.

Unfortunately, the genuine love you shared was not enough and the relationship came to an unforeseen end.

Eddie had big plans of one day becoming a rockstar, practicing guitar in his free time till his fingers bled, and you were studying day and night, working towards your dream degree. Your lives were heading in completely different directions and there came a point where you only saw each other once every fortnight, while your already irregular phone calls were often cut short.

That was three months ago. A breakup as natural as breathing, yet equally as earth shattering.

Even though it was a mutual decision, the pain was ever present and you cried yourself to sleep for weeks after. Eddie took a piece of you when he left and your whole body was in mourning. It didn’t help that everything in what remained of your life reminded you of him. Physical items like the printed t-shirts in your drawer or the mug he branded as his and you never let anyone else use. A Dio song you’d hear randomly or the diner he took you to on your first date. Then there was the emotional side, the soft glimmer in his eyes you remembered when you closed yours and the sound of his laughter you wished you’d hear again.

Things eventually got easier ‘cause it’s not like you saw Eddie often when you were together. Plus studying for an ungodly amount of hours kept you busy, distracted. And after giving yourself an appropriate time to feel everything, there was honestly no more time for heartbreak.

That is until your birthday rolled around.

When you opened your eyes late morning, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole — which in Hawkins was more than likely to happen. The last four birthdays were nothing short of perfect and now…

The nausea followed shortly after.

Your plan was to stay in bed all day, and it was going quite well since at six o’clock that evening you were glued to the same spot, until Robin barged into your room, Steve close on her heels, with a glass of water and a poorly decorated cake. Their singing gave you a headache, but you were still grateful for their attempt to make this day end on a better note.

“Now, go get your ass dressed,” Robin orders, glancing at Steve for his rehearsed words of encouragement.

He’s wide-eyed at first, nose buried in icing, but quickly nods at Robin’s words and looks in your direction.

“Y-yes, yes! We have an evening of fun planned!” Steve exclaims after swallowing a mouth full of vanilla cake.

Your roommates, however sweet they were trying to be, failed to realise the one place you really didn’t want to spend your birthday was The Hideout, and that’s exactly where they brought you.

The Hideout, presenting its usual lurking charm from the moment you stepped inside, was the one place in Hawkins you knew guaranteed an awkward bump-in with Eddie. Or maybe a needed interaction? Seeing him in his element could possibly bring some sort of closure after three months of no contact… No. No. Seeing him would only bring back the pain you tried real hard to bury.

A stench of old man sweat mixed with spilled booze hits your senses while you hurry closely behind Robin and Steve. In the dim light, your eyes are focused on the floor below, partially because you’re trying not to slip or trip over your own two feet, but mainly ‘cause you’re fearful of catching a glimpse of a certain head of wild brown locks. You only look up when the three of you approach a table closer to the back, away from most of the noise, and are greeted with hugs from Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.

Settling yourself on one of the chairs, you exchange pleasantries with the rest of your friends while Steve orders a round of shots for the group. They all raise a toast to your health, their cheers attracting some attention in the process, but you don’t think anything of it, starting to instead feel glad you agreed to this.

“Birthday girl isn’t allowed to pay for her own drinks, got it?” Robin addresses the group and they all nod in unison. You wanna protest, but she swats at you from across the table before the words escape your lips. Her eyes saying that you need this, your eyes saying that you’re grateful she’s your friend. I know, Robin mouths as Jonathan takes everyone’s drink order.

Every shot you take, you chase with a rum and coke. The liquid burns down your throat. Third, fourth, fifth round down. You’re feeling buzzed, happy. Most importantly, no longer thinking of the boy that would normally also be hanging out with this group — blissfully unaware that he was actually watching your every move from the other side of the bar.

Eddie hadn’t initially planned on going out tonight. After a long day of working at the garage, then band practice right after, he really just wanted to smoke and fall asleep. As he got out of the shower however, instead of jumping into bed, he reached for a clean t-shirt. He couldn’t really explain why. It was stupid to think something inside of him was urging him to come to The Hideout tonight. He was wrecked beyond belief, yet his feet carried him here.

Then he heard it. Your name, followed by a mini-eruption of woohoos.

Head snapping in the direction of the sound, Eddie’s gaze found the source of the noise and then scanned the small group until he reached your relaxed frame. Christ, he thought, palms getting clammy. To say you looked gorgeous would be a vast understatement. And to say he didn’t realise just how much he missed you until this very moment would be nothing short of the truth.

Sure, after the breakup, Eddie found it hard to get through the day-to-day. Constantly distracted, thinking about you and second guessing the decision you both made. But then he reminded himself this was for the best, convinced himself that people can have more than one great love in their life, and things got easier.

There were days he hoped he’d accidentally run into you. At the store, out for coffee, or just wandering the streets of Hawkins. No such luck. When he started working at the shop to save some extra cash, he thought maybe you’d come in with your clunk of shit car since he was always telling you to get it looked at, but again, it never happened.

Three months passed like nothing.

Eddie would’ve never thought that today, your fucking birthday of all days, would be when he saw you next.

Cold beer in hand, he thought about walking up to the table you sat at with your mutual friends. And he was about to, but then you laughed at something Argyle said and the honey-like sound froze him in place. Clearly, you were having a good time. Eddie didn’t want to ruin that, so he opted for watching you like some fucking creep.

Four beers later, he’s still in the same spot.

Nancy takes over the jukebox duties. Billy Idol’s White Wedding starts to play as she pulls you to your feet, an excited squeal escaping her lips when you don’t protest. Swaying your hips to the music, you feel elated. Even more so when Robin joins in, singing along as Nancy twirls around the two of you. The boys clap, grinning like idiots, and you know you’re going to remember this moment forever, or at least until you unintentionally go over your drink limit and black out.

A smile tugs at the corners of Eddie’s lips as he continues to shamelessly stare at you. Carefree, is the word he’d use now to describe you and in all honesty, he hasn’t seen you like this in a while. Then his smile falters before it really fully appears ‘cause he finds himself wishing he was the reason for your current mood. Was ending things a mistake?

Mid-song, you spin and as you do, your eyes skim the bar, passing a set of curly hair. The air hitches in your throat as you double back. Just to make sure your drunken gaze wasn’t deceiving you, you tell yourself, but the reality is much different. Please be him, please be him, please be him…

When your eyes do lock with his, your tummy burns.

The copious amount of alcohol trifling through your veins right now gives you that extra push you need to start a short strut towards your ex-boyfriend. Someone’s arm is on you, attempting to pull you back slightly, but you don’t pay attention to it. Then you hear Steve say, “let her go, she needs this.”, and you’re free to continue your journey.

In a trance, gaze glued to Eddie’s chocolate one, you push through the people until you’re leaning against the bar he was sitting at, observing as his features turn from awe into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Eddie greets nonchalantly, as if no time has passed, as if nothing has changed between the two of you.

So you follow in his footsteps, carefully hoisting yourself up on the stool next to his, bare knee brushing against his denim-clad one.

“Wanna order me a drink?”

Eddie smirks. “Straight to the point, as always.”

“Well, since it is my birthday, Robin said I’m not allowed to pay for my own poison,” you tell him, shrugging lightly, “So if you have a problem with that, you gotta take it up with her.”

He huffs out a laugh.

“I’d rather not go against Buckley.” And with that he orders a shot of tequila each.

When the small glasses are in front of you, accompanied by a lime wedge, he takes your hand without asking, then licks between your thumb and index finger, doe-eyes never leaving yours.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sudden contact and you try to play it cool, but in reality your heart is racing. Though Eddie doesn’t give you time to think about what he’s done with no warning, pouring salt in the spot he’s just salivated. He then hastily repeats the action on his own hand and pushes a shot glass in your direction.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

The toast is short and sweet. He raises the glass in front of his face as the words escape his lips, licks the salt off his own hand (which you’re a little disappointed in, unsurprisingly already missing the sensation that was his gentle touch), and downs the liquid in one go.

You quickly follow suit, not wanting to seem like he got you all flustered. But as the two of you sit and stare at one another while sucking on the lime wedges for a little longer than normal, you realise he’s just as rattled as you are — good.

“I hate tequila,” Eddie announces, discarding the wedge.

“I don’t mind it,” you say, wiping the corners of your mouth.

His gaze drops slightly, to where your finger presses against your puffy lips, and he bites down on his own rather shamelessly. There is a brief moment of silence in which Eddie thinks back to seconds before, when his tongue caressed your soft skin. He hates himself a little ‘cause he doesn’t wanna mess with your head, but fuck did that feel good. He’d like to do it again, if not more. Is that crazy?

And while you continue to look into his eyes, the butterflies in your stomach are going wild since you know exactly what he’s thinking. The only problem is you don’t know how to tell him because there’s so much else to be said first. Three months of catching up, to be precise, but did exes even do that?

“How about we get out of here?” Eddie offers, voice nothing short of a murmur.

You nod. Of course you nod. You’d go to the end of the world if he’d ask.

Before you know it, Eddie’s hand is on the small of your back, leading you through The Hideout crowd and out the front door. You don’t say goodbye to your friends, you can apologise tomorrow for leaving without a word. Instead, you inhale the fresh air, a wobble in your step as you turn to once again look at your ex-boyfriend.

“Where do you wanna go?”

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he possibly can. He tilts his head to meet your gaze and smiles. A genuine smile.

“There’s this diner not far from here,” he answers simply and your heart swells. Then once again, tenfold, as he places a kiss to your crown before whispering in your ear, “Back to where it all started, pretty girl.”.

as always, thank you for reading! pls don't hesitate to reblog & tell me what you think - ily!

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sgdlr-asdfghjkl · 9 months

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Hey hey hey! ＼(^o^)／

First of all, thank you very much for the Link Click Musical content! It's good that you bless us with these beautiful photos. 💖

And now the music question: Do any songs (excluding songs from Link Click) make you think "WAIT. This song is totally about Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi!"? If so, please share the titles 🙏🏻 and TELL ME WHY (Ain't nothin' but a heartache).

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Aww dziękujee 💖💪

That's such a fun question! I've spent whole last night looking through song lyrics to give you an answer 😌 Shiguang are in a situationship that people don't normally have hahah ><' so I don't have any strong contenders (LC ost is just superior) and most of them are 'dad music' but here we go:

'Damned If I Do' - Alan Parsons Project

It's a beautiful dramatic melody and chorus just screams Lu Guang imo. Being so attached to a person that you just can't give up on them and being doomed no matter what you do about it. And last 4 verses??? Imagine your name means 'light' and you go:

Can't seem to see the light I've done everything but I can't get it right Damned if I do Damned if I don't but I love you

I deem it a Lu Guang coded song 👌

'Some Other Time' - Alan Parsons Project

This one is more vague, but it gives 'I'll find you in every timeline' vibe. And something about shiguang sharing thoughts beyond time and space (but maybe it's LG being scared of someone reading his mind, like QL hmm >>). Bonus points for having 'time' in a title 🌟

Oh So You're Off I See - Kane Strang

This one is fun, bc some lines fit CXS, while others fit LG. Part about friends and questioning if the other person is really in control? Totally Xiaoshi. But 'I lie, you smile'? 'I thought maybe you wouldn't remember me at all'? That's very Lu Guang.

Moreover, some verses resonate with their work dynamics. Like the talk of people leaving and not having to hold onto uncertain future or past. AND this part

I'm trying to be sensitive But you, you don't care You're never there

Is like how differently they experience the dives. Xiaoshi has to deal with the emotional burden on his own. Bc Lu Guang isn't experiencing it in the same way as him and wouldn't understand how it feels exactly. From CXS's perspective, with what he doesn't know, it could feel that way~

'ufo' - Coals

Another Lu Guang coded song 💙😔 Sth about mistakes, guilt and not feeling particularly real or present. Blue eyes and time-space phenomena mentioned ✅✅ Great Polish band, 10/10 would recommend 👌

*To be a total old man sap, I claim 'Nights in White Satin' by The Moody Blues as Lu Guang aesthetic too 🤍🖤

#link click #shiguang dailiren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #text post #ask #songs recs #shiguang brainrot #I had a great time 💗

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writemywaytoyourheart · 7 months

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Hii

Hope u and daisy are doing well now❤😊 I completed reading bedeviled last night ( although epilogue is coming ) i was soo overwhelmed that i couldn't describe my thoughts so here i am writing this now. I am really really glad that i found you in tumblr and u r and will be my one of most cherished writters. I am really loss of words the way u describe the pov of kooks guardian angle, the love he held for jungkook is just overwhelming. The pain jungkook and oc had to go through along with their guardian angle just broke my heart. They are purely in love with each other and both are such innocent and pure souls still they had to go through so much pain just to be with each other again, i really feel destiny was unfair to them. Although JK forget about oc but still cares enough to go back to save her and wants to remember everything for her even when he was devil describes how muchh he loves her, he could've choose a happy life in heaven and to feel his daughter's love but he still chooses to give it up all for oc. I definitely a wanted happy ending but while reading wasn't expecting it. But when i read the last part when Jk said it was all worth it and then his angel is pulling him up from hell, is the moment I cried out of happiness (i cried soo many times while reading the whole chapter i can't even count lol)

Thank you soo much for this amazing story. U r really very talented. I can't thank you enough for creating such a masterpiece. And i am really happy to be the part of this journey.

Take care🥰

It took me way way way way too long to be able to answer this I am so so sorry. All of you guys' asks helped me get through the past few months, tysm ❤️

Hello my love!

Daisy and I are doing okay for now, thank you 🙏🏻😊💖

Don't ever feel bad about waiting to respond because you're feeling overwhelmed, that's why it took me so long to start answering asks 😞 thank you for listening to your body and waiting until it was ready to talk!

The way you describe the story and the characters unconditional love for each (whether it is platonic or more) makes all the hard time writing it all worth it a million times over. One of my biggest fears is always that my beautiful characters will not come through the way I intend for them, not giving them the recognition they deserve. But when you give that to them, it means my heart and soul can finally rest.

Thank you for letting me rest 🖤

I cannot say enough what it means to me that you were on this journey with me and pushing me not to give up with each kind word, thank you so much.

p.s.

thank you for finding me 🤍

ILY 💓

-chip

#submission

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strongheartneteyam · 1 year

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An update of my chaotic life/an explanation to all my moots, readers and followers who interact with me 🤍

TW: family issues

Things are real tough with my parents right now. We had a big fight, horrible one, but, after some time everybody apologized (but not my mother. it's rare that she says "sorry" for anything) and now things are more peaceful but the air is still heavy, y'know? So that's one of the main reasons why I've been MIA lately, why I haven't been answering your messages and asks, but, God, I still love you all LIKE CRAZY, so, so much (for real) and I have, like, the next 4 Chapters (or more. not sure) of Realize where you belong saved. They're almost ready, I just have to write a few more things and edit them and they will be ready to be posted! ♡ even though this one is by far the darkest, most raw fanfic I've ever written (so hard to put reader and Neteyam through so much but I PROMISE it will all make sense and be worth it in the end!), it's been such a great experience and a bit of a challenge to write this story, for so many reasons, which is wonderful. And I'm also so happy with the fact that this is my most "famous" (I don't like using this word. Gives me the ick) fanfiction so far and I DID NOT anticipate this AT ALL! It's amazing 🥲🥰 Sorry for being so inactive and taking long to answer y'all (and not being able to answer everyone 🥺), my life is really hard rn. Today my kitten is going to be spayed and she will spend the night at the clinic and me and my bf are really worried about her (she's our lil daughter 🐈‍⬛🥺) and I'll have to take care of her post surgery healing process almost all by myself for the next weeks (my bf works until late at night) so... I've got a lot on my plate rn. I really need to focus on taking care of myself, of my loved ones and on surviving and thriving through it all. It'd be lovely if you guys would leave me some nice comments in this post. Your kind words always make me feel better. Thank y'all for everything and wish y'all only the very best 🙏🏻 💖 kiss kiss 💋 💌

#꒰ა victória speaks ໒꒱#victória vents ✶#victória l♡ves her readers so much :')#victória's moots live in her heart <3◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜#victória l♡ves her followers!! ꒰✮꒱

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additiva · 2 months

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the amount of 4433 content… lewis speaking dutch to max… the “I don’t agree with it, no”…. the whole spain weekend… man I would love me some jealous charles over their little moments lol but girl seriously love frechheit so much 🫶🏻 genuinely sad the end may be approaching 😭 (hoping there is a charles pov or whatever your amazing brain thinks of for another fic/pov/sequel 🙏🏻)

Charles would be writhing on the floor with jealousy, screeching into the abyss. Maybe I'll come up with a snippet at some stage lol we'll see.

Thank you!!! 🥰🥰🤍

I'm fighting for my life finishing the fic rn with everything going on in my real life but we'll see after I've finished. Who knows if I'll be able to let it go 😔

#frechheitfic

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angiechia · 3 months

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OMG I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR JOVIER FANFIC SO MUCH IT’S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS I’VE EVER READ. YOUR ART IS SO CUTE TOO 🙏🏻🤍 WHENEVER I GET AO3 EMAILS ABOUT YOU UPDATING I DROP EVERYTHING TO READ IT

OMG!!! This makes me so happy tysm youre so nice🥹🥹💘 It's crazy couse ive never been too much into writing fanfiction but when i saw that this ship wasnt that popular in general (as i tought it would be) i told myself maybe i can add something to the jovier nation so yeah this ship really made me do it, and i discover a part of myself that really enjoys writing, i literally love writing scenes about these two and the other characters as well, and i always feel so happy to show it to people who loves this ship as much as me

im currently working on chapter 13 maybe its going to be ready in a couple of hours ^^ thank you for reading and giving me this beautiful message wich is by the way, the first one i have on tumblr :3 ty!

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milla-frenchy · 3 months

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I’m supposed to already be asleep since I have to get up at 8am cuz I attend a birthday party buttttt for my sweetheart Milla I will push through, I can honestly not wait till tomorrow evening to read so here we go 🤭🤍

I already told Kate that you two must have planned an attack on me from both sides but I’m here for it, please never stop 🤩

Virginity loss let’s gooooooo 🤭🥵

“Joel took another sip of his beer before saying: “You want more? You wanna feel our cocks in your pretty cunt? Is that right, sweetheart?” Ohhhhh hell yeah I wanna feel them in my pretty cunt who would ever say no to that ???😈😏

Maybe that’s weird but how about both Millers at the same time not necessarily in the same hole but hey there would be one for each of them 🥵😏

“I'm sure Tommy would love to jerk off between your tits, while my cock would sink in your throat. Right, Tommy?” Joel Miller you dirty old man the love for you is undeniable strong. Poor Tommy his head must be spinning from all the dirty thoughts his brother plants in his head( although I’m convinced he has them on his own too but won’t admit it so easily) 😏🤭❤️

I love how Joel and reader work as a team to convince Tommy (though once again I think there is not a whole lot convincing needed) 🤩

“I’m just a 21 year old girl and I wanna have fun on my summer vacation...” you pouted.” Perhaps the Miller brothers can visit me too. That would make me a very happy 21-year-old girl and my summer would be better. 🙌🏻😌

“You obeyed, putting your head on his pillow. Naked. The two men stood at the foot of the bed, still dressed. You felt desired, knowing how hard their cocks must be. You felt a little scared too. But the way the previous evening had gone made you think everything would be fine. You knew deep down that they would be perfect.” Of course it will be amazing, but I totally get that she’s a little scared. I would probably be too if I had those two men just look at me lay there and watch me touch myself. 🫶🏻

“The two men got undressed and lied down against you. You kissed them in turn, their hands roaming your body.” I can picture them clearly in my head and it’s beautiful. 🥵😍

“I’m gonna eat ya baby. Gonna make you come on my tongue. And then your crush will fuck you, ok? You want me to go down on you?” Everything about this has me absolutely screaming and biting into my pillow 🥵🫠🫠

Yes their filthy mouths are also driving me crazy. I’d love to be used be them too when will it be my turn 😩😩😩🙏🏻

“shit. You want my cum? You want me to fill you up?” What a question ??? Of course I want your cum Tommy 🥰

“You just knew he could be really rough, but he cared and respected you, your body, your first time.” I have feeling you will show us his rough side in the future. 😈

Love that he respects her first time like that but next time let’s get a lil disrespectful 😏

“Summer was really about to begin.” Let the games begin im ready for a summer with the Millers 😍🤭

Mina you are amazing, thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹❤️

I already told you, but I can't express how motivating your comments are. I loved reading your thoughts, and I can already tell you that all you imagine will happen 😌😏

The fact that you're taking the time to write this beautiful read through makes me so emotional 💖

Ily 🫶🫶🫶 thank you, you made my day

A summer with the Millers part 2

#asks #mina #a summer with the millers series #aswtm series

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Hello, my favourite author. How are you feeling now? I've read your latest post and I am so sorry to hear that you lost someone :( I can tell that they are someone who is dearest to you. But, you know they are always with you when you are still thinking about them, your moment with them and your love for them. I don't know if it's a good idea to tell this but yeah. I am not very good at comforting and I'm sorry in advance if I made it worse T_T But, you know we love you. You may think that your writing is worse but, to me, to us, they are majestic and amazing. You've never failed to amaze me with your plots, writing styles and many more. And to say it abruptly, do you think many people will tell you how they felt after reading your masterpiece if they thought yours was not good enough or sth? baby, please be more confident. You may think I'm just trying to comfort you, but I am just spilling FACT! if you don't believe it, you can ask my fellow readers here! and it's right to take a short rest or a long rest! I don't care if I had to wait a century for the next part. I'll wait with my whole heart trust me! but, please I beg you not to delete this blog of yours. I truly love you and your stories. and again, you may have no idea coz I was a silent reader no reblogging no like but, I do give my thought. ( If you remember me lol ) And AGAIN AND AGAIN YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND PLEASE IGNORE THOSE DUCKING HATERS. THEY ARE JUST JEALOUS OF YOU ( although that is not the case you're feeling rn sry ) I am not sure if I am succeeding in comforting you but, I felt like my heart would be broken if my fav author deleted her blog like that. :( I mean it's fine if you don't wanna write it anymore ( only if you want it that way ofc ) but, pleaseee I would love to see you talking about how heeseung is hot and HANDSOME OR STH MORE IDK. But, IF YOU DECIDED TO WRITE AGAIN AFTER A CENTURY OR SOMETHING, I AM SURE MY NEXT LIFE WILL SURELY READ YOUR BOOKS. anyways, I talked too much ( hope you don't mind :) ) so yeah have a nice day and take care! I hope you will be feeling okay and healthy (?) ( plz I forgot how to say that yeah ) yeah take care and all the best to you! byee! I love you!

hii sweetie, ofc i remember you <3 i remember those who interacted with me🫶🏻

it’s totally fine, i’m not very good at comforting people either but the fact that you bothered to reach out to me and asking how i felt means so much to me.

ahh i’m grateful enough that i haven’t encountered any hate towards my writing, but it’s just that i’m my own hater lmao. i find everything i write either decent or downright horrendous.

i’m trying to work on my confidence in writing. i’ve always been insecure about my writing but ever since the recent events, i had too many things on my mind and genuinely felt that my writing was horrendous to the point i considered quitting, but when i looked at my drafts on my google docs, i knew that i still wanted to continue so that’s why i’m now taking my time to gain back the motivation.

rest assured that i won’t deactivate my blog :) thank you so much for your kind words and reassurance🙏🏻 i hope you take care of yourself too! i love you more🤍

#ruby’s inbox!

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darlingsfandom · 3 days

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Hiii pookie🫶🏻how are you today? I hope everything goes better and that you feel better than yesterday. 🥹🤍

So i have a situation lmao :( I asked everyone around me but i think I need a few more people's opinions!

I work in an accounting firm, i am the administrative assistant, which means that I do a bit of everything, I have this man called Nicolas, who makes sexist and homophobic comments all the time,I'm literally a feminist and bisexual girl,i've been fighting with him so much about this because maybe his comments are for me but they're for my community and it's still annoying.

Here's what happens: a few weeks ago one of my friends she is about to become a mother and a dispute arose over whether she had already discussed the birth plans with our bosses,although she has to do so, there are personal things that she should not do if she does not want to comment, then we had a little debate about it where I did not agree with him because she is my bestie at work and does not have to share absolutely all her life at work and he got upset, In the end he stopped talking to me and it's not like it affects me because he's not my friend thank God for that🙏🏻

A few days ago a coworker told me that the reason he is upset with me is basically because i am a woman who did not let herself be trampled by him. 🫠

Plus he's literally twenty-nine years older than me.

And now he's out there telling lies about me, everyone tells me to leave it like that but this can really affect my work): and I like my job but I also feel that for my mental health i should not continue in this place):

My mom tells me that i should consider agreeing with him sometimes just to keep him in line, but I don't want to do that if it's going to affect me, i have no problem agreeing with someone when they are right, i can acknowledge my mistakes, but i don't want to do that if it's hurting me or affecting my work:(

In the end my question is, am i really wrong?, because i don't think I'm completely wrong, but I have so many people saying the opposite that i don't know what to think anymore :(

I wanted to tell someone without them saying that it's my fault that I'm in this situation because I don't know how to keep quiet):, but it literally cost me a lot of pain and tears to be the powerful woman iam today

I hope this doesn't bother you, you have the right to ignore it,I'm sorry to bring my problems here🤍🤍

I hope you get better soon,i send you all my love🥹💘🫂

Ps.He's the boss's favorite. 🫠

Ps2.English is not my first language and right now i'm little angry so i used a translator just in case something is wrong i'm so sorry):

Hi tulip !

I am feeling better today than yesterday. A little stressed but that’s what happens when you work with kids!

Okay so what it sounds like is he’s an asshole! I agree that your friend’s business is her own and that no one besides her boss needs to know about her birth and how much time she needs off because that’s a given with any job. As far as leaving goes that’s totally up to you! If you’re not happy try to find a job quietly and then just be like “oh by the way I’m leaving you suck bye!” But in a more professional way! If they ask why just be honest and say you don’t feel safe !

Or if you’re job has a HR department I would talk to them first and see if they can help but then it all ends up back to your boss who clearly doesn’t appreciate you since he’s siding with the asshole!

At the end of the day you have to do what’s best for you!

Also never worry about English with me(: yes I speak and teach English but it’s not a big deal. The English language is very confusing ! Sometimes I don’t even get it!

I hope this helped a little 💕

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