#i need to write fluff better so it is much appreciated fr fr

[rattkachuk]

36 + mattdrai 🤲

36. giggling during sex

Matthew is lazily kissing up Leon’s neck, bodies on the slow wave down, muscles relaxing and catching their breath all at the same time. The remnants of fire course through Matthew still, and he’s more than happy to put his mouth all over Leon as it ebbs out of him. 

He pulls away a touch and looks down at Leon, hair all mussed and his eyelids look heavy as he watches Matthew. There’s a small smile on Matthew’s lips as he takes one finger over the lower plane of the other man’s chest, feather light over his side.

Leon’s eyes widen and his body twitches, but he smiles as he warns, “Hey. Watch it.” 

“Oh,” Matthew says with an innocent tilt to his head, definitely not preying on how ticklish his boyfriend was, “Sorry, that was an accident.”

“I’m sure,” Leon breathes sarcastically, hand hovering over Matthew’s.

Deciding to test the waters, Matthew taps a few fingers against his flushed skin. 

“Matthew,” Leon hisses through a grin, hand closing around Matthew’s wrist. He takes a deep breath and then flips them, pinning Matthew to the mattress below as he gives Matthew a taste of his own medicine and takes advantage of his exposed armpits.

“Hey!” Matthew yelps, squirming underneath the touch. His nose scrunches up while he dissolves into giggles before he brings his arms over his chest, effectively trapping Leon’s hands underneath his biceps, “Woah, hey! That was intentional! I just tickled you by accident, Leo.”

“You little rat,” Leon shakes his head affectionately, freeing his hands and putting them on either side of Matthew’s face.

“Takes one to know one.”

Leon rolls his eyes and tickles him again. Matthew shrieks, laughing until he can’t breathe and tears are filling his eyes. Leon kisses him then, and Matthew laughs into it when their teeth clack together. 

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[milliumizoomi]

Hi, I was thinking Armando Ateras x Reader. So let’s just say that Reader is half human and half vampire and she controls her thirst but she still needs to feed but the hospital is closed down. When Armando came home, he noticed that the house is completely quiet and he saw Reader on the bed back turn and was breathing heavily. He walked towards her and he noticed that her eyes were brown and dark and has dark circles under her eyes and he asked what is wrong and told him that she needs to feed but the hospital is closed down. So Armando offers her to feed off from him but she says no quickly but still lets her feed. :)

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄

☆彡SUMMARY.; You’re so thirsty, and yet you can’t take the help he’s offering.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO x HALFVAMP!READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

☆彡FORMAT.; ONE SHOT

☆彡GENRE.; SLIGHT CRACK + ANGST (if you squint) + FLUFF

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mentions of Blood, Mentions of human testing, Child Abandonment, Mentions of Death, Biting, + Mature Language

☆彡NOTES.; Thank you sooo much for the request and I’m sorry it took so long, it took me 3 days to edit this🧍🏽‍♀️,, it was kicking my ass fr but I had fun writing it since I don’t think I’ve ever written something like this before. I hope yall enjoyyyy!!🥰🥰

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🧛🏽‍♀️.

🎧FOR THE BEST EXPERIENCE, YOU CAN LISTEN TO SORROWS by BRYSON TILLER🎧

Death.

So this is what this dreaded thing feels like.

It had felt like years, centuries even you’ve been at home feeling pain beyond what you believe to be normal.

Put it simply, you’re thirsty as shit and the only thing that you can drink to ease it a little you have nothing of.

Blood.

With you being half vampire and all, it���d make sense that’d be the only thing you can even think of drinking.

The backstory of you being or becoming a vampire is definitely not a pretty one. You were tested in from an early age. Your shit parents sold you off for a couple grubby dollars because they could. They just didn’t want to take care of you, so what better way to get rid of a kid than selling her off right?

God bless the world now though because they’re dead, and they never get to bring another kid into this world. It took years of being prodded, poked, scanned, and lasered until Miami Department came and got you out of there. Only the people on this mission was even aware of your situation and what exactly you were.

Your situation was made top secret, which meant not many should even know you’re the person rescued from this place. Only the people in the mission, which was AMMO, and the captain, that was it.

That being said you had to be kept in a facility for a while to be monitored before they let you go. They didn’t want to risk anything so they had to make sure you were good to go to be let out. And with you being so top-secret, that meant you had to stay in a place with someone that already knew your secret. Marcus decided to take you in, after many, many… many talks with Mike. They made sure you got what you needed and you even got the chance to integrate back into society.

However, this isn’t the matter at hand right now.

With this all being said, the fact was that you were not full vampire. With that in mind, this sheer thirst you have for blood right now is absolutely ridiculous. You’ve never had this problem before.

You don’t even know why you’re feeling like this in the first place.

You were usually able to control yourself, control your desires, your urges, your thirst. But now, it felt like you could rip the walls off hospital just to get inside for even a drop of blood.

Stones felt like they were piling higher and higher into your neck.

You were so fucking thirsty.

It had been god knows how many hours, close to about 2 days since the hospital closed down and you could feel the hot sensation of burning in your insides, along with fatigue and pain all over your body. You could curse the damned hospitals for putting you through this. You could control your thirst, you knew you could, but for some reason these last couple days, you had been completely insatiable.

And the people who could help you right now had been gone for almost a week. One of them being your boyfriend of 11 months.

Armando.

You had met him at the department, where you usually had to go for routine inspection of the state of your body and your abilities. He had been let out of jail for sometime, and with him being on AMMO, his father informed him of your situation.

Apparently he trusted his son with your secret.

He was weary of you at first, but that quickly died when he saw how you carried yourself. What led him to become so drawn to you was your raw strength and mental fortitude. He was impressed (and partially terrified) not only of your speed and strength, but also your ability to keep your thirst for blood at a minimum.

Granted nobody else in the world was like you.

Still though, he half expected you to react in the ways he’d seen vampires in movies would, unarticulated and flat out greedy for blood. Your personality is what sold him though, but that’s a story for another time.

Right now, the man you were currently silently begging to come home was nowhere to be found, as he was busy on a mission, and only god knows how long it’ll take him, or anybody else who knows about your situation to come back, You wanted him to be back so badly so he could just hold you as you went through this, not wanting to be alone. You were laying on your side, back facing the door and breathing so hard you were feeling severely lightheaded, even when laying down.

The after what felt like another hour had gone by, you heard the front door open and could’ve screamed for joy if you weren’t so damn thirsty and borderline passing out.

“Baby..?”

You heard his voice as his smell was enough to make you feel like you could get through this.

Armando, on the other hand, was on it.

Immediately, when he neared the bedroom after putting his stuff down, he could already sense something was wrong. When he saw you laying on the bed, back facing him and breathing hard, he immediately was on full alert.

He came over to you and slowly turned you over in your back, trying to assess the state you’re in.

“Mama? Talk to me, tell what’s wrong, what do you need?”

You looked at him, barely able to form words, you were just so out of it. He noticed your usual brown eyes were so dark they were border-lining black now, and under your eyes were dark circles. You looked like you haven’t slept in days.

“Mama talk to me please.. I need to know what to do to help you..”

“..thirsty.” You barely manage to answer him, practically gasping as the single word left your mouth.

“Where’s your blood baby? You don’t have any more?”

You shook your head no. And you already knew what his next question would be, so again, grasping at straws for the words to rip themselves from the back of your burning throat, you managed to say, “..hospital’s closed.. can’t get more..”

He tsks at the information you just told him. He quickly kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, lifting your head slowly to rest and on his lap as he brushes your hair, trying to find anyway to alleviate the pain he knows you’re in right now.

Judging by your state, you could very well die without getting blood somehow, and of course he could go get it for you, but he doesn’t want to leave your side.

He can’t risk that.

“Mama vamos... bebe el mío, no puedo dejarte así...”

At this point, you felt like your head was splitting and your ears were ringing, so you swore you had heard him wrong. You gave him an incredulous look, which he picked up on. “Baby I’m not kidding.” Quickly, but carefully, he pulled your body up so you were in a position where you were sitting in his lap, face facing his.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, you need to drink some of mine, now.”

You shake your head immediately. Weakly, you respond, “Hell no.. I’m not doing that. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“No te lo estaba preguntando.”

He shoots you a look, and if you could, you’d muster up the strength to roll your eyes. You swore you’d never drink directly from a person, it just felt so wrong to you, wrong to even think about. It would make you feel less human, and it already took you months to start ingesting blood.

“Woman drink, now!” Still being stubborn, you didn’t budge. So he had to take matters into his own hands. He guided your head from the crook of his shoulder to look at him.

“Listen to me mama.. I can tell you’re fucking exhausted and tired, so I need you to listen to me and drink, I’ll be damned if I lose you to your stubbornness. I’m not playing with you. Drink.” You start shying away from the intensity of his gaze and words.

You knew very well what you not listening to him would do. Sighing, you sucked it up and looked at him, nodding. He leans back a bit and takes off his shirt, then cranes his neck to one side, fully surrendering himself so you can start the process.

You swallow nervously, the dry feeling scraping at your insides. Slowly, you lean closer, your fangs slowly growing as your face draws closer to his face. You stop momentarily, not sure if you want to go through with this. “Go on baby, está bien..” he rasps, rubbing your back gently.

At his reassurance, you come close enough to his neck and open your mouth, your sharp fangs coming into view and bite down. He groans at the intrusion, his body momentarily tensing at the feeling.

You on the other hand felt as if you were in pure bliss. The sounds you were making at the taste of his blood would have the neighbors sharing some questionable looks. You felt so energized, and you couldn’t get enough. His blood felt like crack to you, it was so addictive. Armando swore it would hurt more than it did. It felt.. pleasing.

He liked it.

Maybe he should let you do this more often.

Finally, you pull back from him, dazed. He too is a little whipped from the situation. He holds the back of your head as you pull back, studying your face. Your eyes were already beginning to glow, reverting to their original color. “¿Mejor?” You nod yes, bringing a hand up to wipe the access blood and the corner of your mouth. Your body had felt like it was buzzing with pure electricity.

It felt so much better.

“See.. that’s why you need to listen to me mama.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah I know.. thank you baby.”

He smiled at you. “De nada, mamá...now can you wrap this up for me so we can shower?” Gesturing to his neck.

You laugh a bit and smile. “Sí, vale.”

[GLOSSARY]

“Mama vamos... bebe el mío, no puedo dejarte así...” —“Mama, let’s go... drink mine, I can’t leave you like that...”

“No te lo estaba preguntando.” — “I wasn’t asking you.”

“. . . está bien..” — “. . . it’s fine..”

“¿Mejor?” — “Better?”

“De nada, mamá. . .” — “You’re welcome, mama. . .”

“Sí, vale.” — “Yeah, okay.”

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[fullsunised]

hii first of all i really really love💛 your fics, its such an easy read. i was wondering could you write dreamies when they want to be babyied(? like maybe they want to sit on your lap)

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹⁵: ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀʙʏɪᴇᴅ

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ genre: fluff

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ trigger warnings: none for the first time ( oh, swear words )

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ requests open

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ a/n: thank you for thr request and the love means a lot. hopefully this is what you wanted. keep loving my work </33. smth is wrong with this.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he's just gonna pout. him pouting is a rare occasion, which is why he knows that's your bare weakness. is gonna sit on the corner of the couch, with the cutest pout on his face. if you were busy with schedules, you'd ruffle his hair but if you aren't, he's pulling you down onto the couch with him.

rests his head on your lap, and loves it when you play with his hair. man just melts into your arms when you do that. isn't very vocal about what he wants because he knows you'd understand him.

you'll be playing soft music in the background, his head on your lap, your hands in his hair, and boy is trying his best not to shut his eyes and drift of to sleep CAUSE HE NEEDS IT SO MUCH.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

grabby hands? man he's the cutest lil thing ever, stop. anyways, he's just on the couch, with his hands stretched into the air asking you to hold him. he's like a little baby. more than being word vocal, he's whiny.

probably gets irritated by every little thing, and that's when you know he's wanting some pampering? loves sitting on your lap, even if you are smaller than him, specially like sits on your lap, his head against your chest, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and you are binging films.

run your bloody fingers through his hair pls, who doesn't like that honestly. PURRS LIKE A FUCKING CAT. best part fr. loves sitting on your lap just in all, and watching you do your everyday tasks.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

more of a snuggler type. is gonna let you sit on his lap, cup his cheeks and kiss his face. or you two are laying across the bed, legs all tangled, his head resting on your chest, breathing evenly against his soft skin and you know he's loving life very then.

doesn't really ask you to baby him, just happens considering how in a week he's taking care of you for five days, the two are yours to go ;)) loves watching movies with his head on your lap, or with his head on your chest, his hand tucked under your's.

lmao, deffo will slide into your shirt and just stay there. prefers being on your chest more than your lap, because he loves listening to your heartbeat. loves it when you just dedicate a whole day just for him, cooking, baking and just having fun.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

legit a koala. ( love him sm). boy is clinging all the time, doesn't even let go even if you have to go to the toilet. doesn't even let you go see your manager or some like that for world related shit. if he decides to be the baby that day, you better stop every activity in the world for him.

bro is just gonna plop onto your lap, wrap his legs and arms around your waist, and rest his head in the crook of your neck (so cute, I'm gonna cry). loves smelling that perfume he got for you, LOVES IT EVEN MORE WHEN YOU ARE JUST THERE TO ATTEND TO ALL HIS NEEDS.

give him them extra little kisses, pecks and snuggles all over his face and body. tell him how much you appreciate him, whisper comforting nothings into his ear. (BRO IM GONNA CRY) just tell him you are there if he ever wants to rest and boy is planning to marry you (this ring finger is waiting for you bbg).

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

pouts. that's all. ONG HES GONNA DO THAT BABY TALK MATE. might as well start talking in third person. 'nAnA iS sAd'. does that unconsciously, so you definetly understand him before he pulls shit like this. babying him is your unconscious practise.

but bro does he love it when you baby talk him, make his hair, do his makeup, apply his lip balm, basically make sure he doesn't lift a finger. also the type to snuggle into the crook of your neck. loves you cupping his cheeks and bombarding him with kisses.

ahh, man has these days atleast thrice a week, so prepare- how did I forget, loves it when you do his skincare. just that masks, and creams and shit.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

his eyes are droopy, when he pushes you onto your bed, jumping onto your figure, with his whole body weight and no you can't whine about how heavy he feels because all he wants to do is to rest in your arms.

massaging his back and shit while he sleeps really does help ease everything. is a sucker for you washing his hair, just all that care you put into doing his hair before bed, bro adores you honestly. that's the only way he accepts himself to be babied.

also, the type to expect you to drop everything as soon as he calls, cause trust he would do that for you. and you do, so in the end, boy is resting on you slightly snoring while your fingers are pressed against his bare back.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 ��𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

embarrassed. but guess when you get really really close, he's being a tall baby all the time. there isn't a time where you don't baby him, even while your normal lifing, but when he needs like extra extra attention and care, he's giving you them puppy eyes.

literally pushes you onto the couch, rests his head on your lap and makes sure you are not moving for the next five hours or so. he's gonna do all that and then apologise for your sore legs. anyways, just loves listening to you talk, your voice is his favourite comfort.

would prefer baby talk but he'd rather avoid it cause his members do that all the time. just needs you to tell him he's doing great and shit cause bro he needs it. like so bad. in general, just the type to lay on your legs or tummy, while you play with his fingers. you get me.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[w--zii]

Volcano - Han Jisung

Han Jisung x fem!reader ★彡

Genre: drabble fluff, angst

Word Count: 655

Synopsis: reader is not okay but han is there to comfort her.

Warnings: established relationship, reader is having a breakdown, kissing, use of 'babe, baby', mention of food, mention of recovery(not from a certain thing), mention of being depressed (depressed word not used)

a/n: hey *sobs*, lol i was just getting my daily dose of Volcano and this happened.. this song gives me sm comfort fr. ty han for writing it :* not proof read so,, sorry if theres any typos (^ -^) feedbacks r appreciated! enjoy i guess.. lol ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

“Hey, hey look I'm here, you are safe.” He said while pulling you into a hug.

He rubbed your back as you tried to breath between your sobs. “You're not alone y/n, i'm here for you.” He whispered.

You couldn't calm yourself down and started to cry harder. This means you feel comfortable enough for you to let your guards down even for a bit. Breaking down right in his arms.

He caressed your hair, putting small kisses on it.

“Sometimes you feel like no one understands but trust me, i know you the best Y/n.” He continued to talk to you in a quiet tone. Your head resting in his neck, tears rolling down from your cheeks, he continued to embrace you.

“I see how hurt you are.” “I see how tired you are from trying your best.”

“And everything comes repeatedly on you without giving you a rest, I'm sorry about that.” He said while massaging your head.

You can feel the love coming from his words. He really cares about you. More than anyone else.

“I'm here to help you, you know. I've always been, Y/n”

“I will embrace you like I always do.”

“It's okay to hurt, it's a part of recovery.”

“So please, never think of giving up. If you fall, I will hold you again and again. We will get through this together. I promise you, Y/n.” “I love you so much.”

You let out a big sigh and kissed his neck softly.

It wasn't easy always. But you somehow managed to handle things on your own. Of course Jisung were there too. He never left your side. But in times like this you needed him more.

He gives you strength and will to live. Never wanting to leave his side. Not even for a second.

You looked him in the eyes. Tears rolling down from his cheeks, he can't stand seeing you like this. “ Thank you.” You whispered holding his hand.

Jisung cupped your face with his free hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling. You leaned into his touch. “I love you more than universe and the stars Jisung.”

“No, I love you more.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!?.”

“Yes, baby.” A smirk appearing on his lips. You quickly leant onto him and started to tickle him. “Han Jisung!! Don't play with me.” You both started to laughing.

He hugged you to stop you from moving and layed your back on bed, getting top of you. Smiles on your faces. Mirroring each other. Best thing, you tought.

He is happy? You are too. You are laughing? He is too. He is your star, and you are his sunshine. Always brightening one another's days. A perfect match they say.

He kissed your lips and rested his forehead on yours. You didn't want him stop so you started to kiss him back. His kisses are so soft, full of love. It was slow and passionate. Now you feel a lot better.

He slowly withdrawn from you, sitting your lap.

“Hungry?.” He asked whilst caressing your tummy.

“Yes yes!”

“What do you want to eat, babe?”

You made a thinking face, pursing your lips “Hmm, what about Pizza?.” Answering him with an excited smile.

“Okay, we'll eat whatever my baby wants.”

He kissed your cheek with a smirk on his face and went to get his phone. Happy to see you like that again.

Now it feels like everything is okay. Like you weren't crying few minutes ago. You are okay, since you have him right beside you, you'll always be okay.

He fills your empty heart with his love. Never letting you fall down into that deep hole again. He knows how hard you try to fix things so he doesn't want you to give up.

‘The flowers will definitely bloom one day.’ He said. You trust him and his words.

There is always light in the end of the tunnel.

♡

© w--zii

[luffyvace]

Hi beautiful. Your writing is just so good. So as request are open I would please request Nico robin x younger brother reader(biologial) thank you so much. Got the idea from the last fic you did with boa x older brother reader. Tbh you should open commsion. Sure people will come runing to you.

AWHH HII! omg robin would be such a good big sister of course i’ll do it!! it’s no problem at all anon!!

OMG that’s the biggest compliment ever!! i’m actually starting to consider this now that i think about it..:) thanks for the idea!

you and chopper twinning fr 🤪

LOLLOL anyways enjoy 😋💗

big sister robin>>

so getting the angst over with

you had each other and no one else for some time when you two were back on ohara

robin always prioritized, protected and loved you

you were the first one that knew her personally and didn’t shove her away

the first one that stuck by her, loving her unconditionally

you two gave each other lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead

as well as cuddling at night

you had a tough life since before you even hit 5

so you showed each other affection all the time to make up for the lack you should be getting from your parents

its sad you realized that at such a young age but you did

of course you had and appreciated the researchers but they weren’t family and they weren’t your parents!

you, robin and saul had good times and he taught you a lot in the short time you spend together before he died

both you and robin were confused when aokiji spared you

as sad as it is you were grateful and lost when he did, knowing you got to live on, but yet you had to do it with nothing left

if your a few years younger than robin, let’s say your 3

robin remembered your mom better than you and she always told you as much as she knew about her

she would buy you toy cars with whatever money she had when she could

she read you to sleep if your had troubles dozing off

she constantly reminded you “mommy will be back soon”

even though a piece of her told her she wouldn’t

that she’d have to step up and raise you herself

OK IMMA STOP PULLING AT YOUR HEART STRINGS NOW AND CUT TO THE FLUFF PART 😭💗💗

ok so time skip!!

robin is still just as motherly as she was back then

although now she can provide for you better!

you play lots of board games and read together

your the one person who can really get her laughing

of course she laughs with the rest of the crew, but with you? even if the joke is unfunny she’ll giggle the day away

which leads me to say she’ll do anything to keep you happy and healthy

she’s very knowledgeable and has taken care of you your entire life

so you go to her about any and everything

it doesn’t matter if it’s relevant or not she’ll listen anyway

sometimes you don’t even have to go to chopper

your tummy hurts? yeah she knows, it’s because you ate those berries she warned you about

what do you do if _____ happens?? oh just ______ that’s happened to her before

shes strong and you admire her for it

if your strong too you make a powerful duo!

devil fruit or not

shes got your back in any fights

and your the one person besides nami she won’t use as a stepping stool when climbing 😋

in fact she helps you up

if your weak or normal strength she always has a eye out for you

does you little favors all the time

need a helping hand?

😊😊😊

i’m so happy with myself for making that joke

if you spill something she’s cleaning it

if your carrying something heavy she’s helping you and supporting your weight

if your cleaning your room she’ll help you sort stuff out

“i told you to clean it a long time ago, you know, m/n”

robin lectures!:)

yup that’s my next topic

shes super motherly/big sisterly

obviously

so you get lectures and lightly scolded for not listening to the all knowing robin’s advice!

lightly, like i said. it’s still in her soothing voice

the last thing she wants is to scare you

she just wants you to listen!

”see? wouldn’t it have been easier if you just ______ like i said?”

”i told you m/n”

*face palm when you end up in a silly predicament*

*sighs and helps you out*

she gives you head pats and sometimes puts a reassuring arm over your shoulder

she gets you things she knows you’d like when she comes across them

just as she did when you were younger💞

if your feeling sad, jealous, angry, etc for any reason she knows

the most observant person on the planet has known you your whole life. 😐

she knows everything.

still kisses you atop your head every night before you got to bed

its so sweet 💖

she can definitely handle if your a more excitable person too

acts like how she does with luffy

smiles and goes along with your silly plans

she’ll help you prank people just because she loves you

but if you try to prank her she anticipates the trap and avoids it

either that or she saw you set it up in the first place, but you didn’t see her 😭

somehow she manages to get you in your own trap when you do that to her

raises her eyebrows and smiles at you knowingly to show you she knew you were trying to prank her

other times she just promises not to say anything to the victim your trying to prank 😊

sometimes leading them to the trap

if your more introverted she won’t mind if you follow her around for peace and quiet

you often read together in silence

or recommend books to each other, swapping when your done

if you get tired she’ll carry you

usually with extra arms

let’s you know when dinner is ready if your too indulged in a book

wants you to get rest when it’s your turn to watch over the ship at night

so sometimes she takes your spot

other times she’ll stay up with you to see the beautiful sunrise

tickles you to make you laugh, she likes seeing you happy

she also knows just what to do to make you smile when your feeling down

just for the record you, chopper, robin and zoro are a group!!! as well as you, franky and robin!♡

if you have a calm and cool demeanor like your older sister robin..!

the straw hats may view you as a older sibling as well

especially chopper

going to you for advice and breaking up fights,

nami will definitely use you for that second one, i must say

another thing:)

you fall asleep with your head resting on her shoulder a lot

she doesn’t move you and will sometimes pat your head or wrap an arm around you

very good at keeping still<3

puts a blanket around you too

will openly give you hugs but most the time you initiate them

i want a hug from robinn

🫂

lucky u

robin best big sister!!

I WANT ROBIN AS MYYY SISTERRRRR;(

she’s such a sweetie♥︎

as always! i hope you enjoyed, anon.

[reivrze]

hi, miyu! i just found your blog today and INSTANT FOLLOW! i'm in awe because of your beautiful writings; the way you described the scenes like in the jay one, it gave me butterflies fr 😍🦋✨️i also appreciate and love that you spent your time putting cute and aesthetically pleasing designs in each of your content, it's so cute 💓💓💓

also, i see that you are accepting requests? if it's okay with you, can i request headcanons/reactions (whichever you think is better and easier to write) of how enha would show their support when their partners want to try something new? like picking up on new hobbies such as signing up for dancing classes, learning foreign languages and etc.? i'm currently picking up on a few new things myself and have been struggling to keep consistent 🤧 i hope you're having a great day and please stay safe and keep hydrated! 🙆🏻‍♀️

a/n : this is such a cute requests >.< the fact that this is my first ever request makes me so happy oml. legit called my friends bcuz i got excited ㅠㅠ i chose to go for a headcanons format since its what i find easier to do at the moment, so i hope you're satisfied :) i had a hard time coming up with what to write for heeseung and niki tbh lmao

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

m.list !

— heeseung would find this new interest as a way to spend more time with you, with his overload of work, he'd want to pick up on whatever you do on your free time to be able to make up for all the times he had to reschedule a date because of work. this new hobby would definitely a bonding experience for the two of you.

rest of the members under the cut !

— jay would be the type to show his full support to anything you'd like to try, he wouldn't be able to hide his admiration. if your new hobby was something you did at home, like drawing or writing, he'd sit next to you and just watch you with those lovey dovey eyes he gets around you. but he also has this need to take care of you and makes sure you're balancing self-care and working.

— jake would be slightly competitive but not in a bad way! he'd want to try whatever you were trying out or get super curious about the lessons you'd be starting or the activity you were starting. he'd ask a lot of questions, trying to involve himself as much as he could and show his full support for you :)

— sunghoon isn't the best communicator, he gets shy whenever confronted to his feelings towards you, so his way of showing support would be through little actions and gifts. if you were starting new lessons, he'd write you a little good morning letter and wish you the best for your day. you can expect flowers on the kitchen counter for you when you get back home ( AHHH MY HEART &lt;3 )

— sunoo is your BIGGEST cheerleader !! i can't stop emphasizing the fact that this boy would literally be there for you through every step of whatever you were trying. he is on a mission to not let you give up. if you were attending new classes, he'd hide little notes in your notebooks giving you motivating words. just overall your own personal cheerleader

— jungwon's love towards you sometimes translates as him basically mothering you. he's very supportive of your choices and wants you to succeed but he can't help the need to want to make sure you're doing okay. this includes him having to physically pull you away from your work to take a break and eat something, to force you into drinking the required amount of water per day, and picking you up and putting you in bed to make sure you get enough sleep.

— niki likes to pretend he's fully grown and is able to do anything so when you told him you were starting a new activity, he became overly confident and would challenge you to who could have a better result (this is if your new hobby is something like drawing). other than his slight competitiveness, he loves to see you so determined to accomplish something and would find you working adorable.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[themoonsbride]

hi our gorgeous girl 😻 i have an idea for another fluff for peter (i just love him with my heart) where he's one of the doctors at the lab and y/n is one of the numbers, they are a couple, and when he's assigned to do her regular check-up he sees that she's sad and he's worried she's not feeling well, but she finally tells him that she's sad because she feels like she's not good and pretty enough for him:( and he kisses her all over her face to make her smile and just being the cutest boyfriend ever ❤️‍🩹 ahh i need cute lovely peter:( also i love your works so much, thank u for sharing them with us lovely girl, mwah 💌

I literally love you so much GORGEOUS GIRL??? WHOSE GORGEOUS?? 🤭🤭 also I love this idea so much omg!! thank u so much for requesting me! I really appreciate it deary ! <3

You Know I Love You .

pairing; Nurse!Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; in the request above! Reader is getting her regular check-up from her secret boyfriend, who suspects somethings wrong, only to find out she's feeling insecure about herself :(

warnings; use of medical tools, descriptions of insecurities, feeling overwhelmed :(

a/n; I hope I can start getting more requests ! I love to write for requests sm, so hopefully my inbox will start to explode soon hehajshs

--×♥︎×--

It was check-up day. You never liked check-ups before the lab the doctors made you nervous and their medical tools looked foreign

The youngest were getting their medical exams first.

And you were the oldest there so you'd be going last, which wasn't very reliving at all. Infact your anxiety only went higher in rate at the fact that with each subject that returned made your appointment approach closer and closer

Before you knew it, your time-eating coloring was inturupted, and you were being escorted to the infirmary

'what if I mess up the exam what if I don't do good enough? what if I'm already not good enough? it would make sense.. I'm not that pretty for a girl with her hair just below her ears.. oh god, I'm not good or pretty enough, why is Peter even with me in the first place?'

"010?" Peter's voice rang through your ears and echoed against your eardrums

You blinked up at him as your boyfriend smiled at you, taking you back to his station

You and Peter had been dating for about 3 months now and though you usually didn't see him too often, you'd do small things purposefully just to go to the infirmary to see him.

He'd often visit you after his shifts and sometimes you'd spend the night together talking, and you'd end up asleep in his arms while he pampered you with kisses. He made you feel happiness you never thought you'd expirence in a place like this.

You sat down on the hospital bed as he filled out some quick files at his desk. You loved the wheels on his chair, sometimes he'd even let you sit on it and wheel yourself around his station.

You looked down at your fingernails while you waited, you wished you could paint them, once you let Eleven put purple marker on them, it looked good for an 8 year old, Peter thought it was cute.

You tried to distract yourself but your mind seemed not so fond of your actions of trying to run away from yourself.

'Why is he even dating me? he could find someone better who actually works in the same category as him.'

You didn't even realize Peter was sitting infront of you now, you jumped a little as you looked into his already staring eyes.

"what's up with you today baby?" He asked you quietly as he used his Opthalmoscope to check your eyes.

"nothing.." you murmured out, he lowered his medical tool and gave you a concerned look, you usually never hid anything from him. mostly because you didn't need too, all your secrets were safe with Peter, and you knew that.

"Am I pretty enough for you?" You blurted out, it was like your words didn't care what your mind thought about you speaking the harsh statements that you were stabbing yourself with.

"What? Y/n, what are you talking about, your more than enough for me dear." a small frown stretched on his lips, you hated to see him upset, especially if you're the cause of it.

"how do I know you aren't just saying that Peter?" your voice felt hoarse like you were about to cry, and you weren't sure if you were from how overwhelming everything was, the check-up, your racing mind, his comfort, his comfort was appreciated deeply, but your nerves weren't sure if they could handle all of this at once.

"Hey." Peter's voice was soft but it was also firm, it pulled your attention away from everything at once and back onto him.

"Breath, deep breathes alright?" His thumbs started rubbing against the backs of your knuckles, you anxiously nodded your head and practiced your breathing methods.

after a few moments of calming down your nerves and anxiety that seemed as if they wouldn't land back down from space from how sky rocketed they were.

"You should know you're pretty and good enough, your perfect y/n." His voice lingered in your ears and the deepness of his vocal cords whispers against your arms.

"You," He started to place gentle kisses on your face between each word he said. "Are. Perfect."

You giggled at his affections, the sounds of your tiny laughs escaping from your lips made him smile at you like he was 3 years old, staring at a huge lollipop he'd seen inside of a candy shop.

"How about I let you sit in the wheeled chair while I do your exam yeah?" He smiled with his teeth, they were shiny and seemed like porcine to you.

You smiled big also flashing your teeth back, his cheeks seemed to have reddened at the sight of your happiness as he stood, and before you knew it you were giggling and rolling yourself around his station and spinning in circles.

[taegularities]

let me start by saying I apologize for the novel I’m about to write.

RIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD

this was. hands down. the best chapter so far. and I am NOT just saying that bc IT finally happened, ok?

like… everything about it was so beautiful and I usually hate pregnancy scares/arcs but it didn’t feel out of place or forced at all and oh my GOD jungkook !!! like I cried literally the whole way through from when she went missing until the end of the chapter. I didn’t think it was possible to physically feel how much two fictional characters loves another but you did it, Rid. you have breathed so much life into them that I felt like it was playing out right in front of me.

and even before the angst when it’s just them appreciating being together after the move, it was so wonderful to read. sometimes stories get boring when the drama ebbs but it isn’t like that with them bc their emotions are just beautiful to see play out.

and then… you sly cutie… he finally fucking SAID it. and it was so worth the wait of course, and it just made me cry so hard bc I think we all need to hear that right? that even if we stay broken forever someone will still love us? and more importantly SHE needed to hear that. and she better say it back after that stunt she pulled 👊🏼

also usually I don’t really think of the real life counterpart when reading fanfics, at least not unless it’s meant to be set in our world. but this chapter was so jungkook, wasn’t it?

like… in the bathroom scene, when he’s asking to be let in and telling her he’s gonna stay I started thinking about how that’s what his lives are for us, ya know? at least I know for me when i’m at my lowest and metaphorically locked in a bathroom I get that notification and it’s exactly like him knocking on my door. and even the ily confession just reminded me so much of things he’s actually said about him wanting us to be happy and that he loves us unconditionally. maybe I just miss the real jungkook too much… either way. you’re characterization is magical and I will probably never move on from him.

I feel like I actually have so much more to say but my brain isn’t spitting it out… i’m sure i’ll be back.

also, not to brag(?) but these last few chapters of them being official have really reminded me of my boyfriend and I and I think that’s why i’ve loved them even more than the past chapters. it just makes my heart really warm.

anyway…. you’re a goddamn genius and I love you (that’s a reference now 😂)

the best chapter so far?? ALYSSA 😭 also not using the ily as a reference im gonna sue you fkjshjkfaasf

ahhh i know, a lot of people do not dig pregnancy scares and i totally understand, but i'm still so happy you guys gave it a chance and enjoyed it. honestly, kook's reaction to it was my main concern and point, and i was low(highkey lol) excited to finally get to it bc he's just so… ugh. a dream. i cried a lot, as well </3 i'm so emotional bc everyone's been saying they could feel the love through that scene alone and it makes me sooooo ahhhh 😭

and the fluff 🥺🦋 ngl, i was extremely scared that cmi might get boring or less interesting now that the angst is over, but… it's really so encouraging to know that you still love it so much. and also to know that the wait for THAT THING was worth it!! i agonised over that scene bc i needed that big moment to be super special eeee 😭 he'll be here, no matter how broken she is, and… vice versa :( she better say it back fr lmaooo!!

that chapter was so jungkook? this is the biggest fucking compliment ever 😭 i always try sooo hard to capture their personalities well (especially with cmi11.5!!), so this makes my heart flutter :( <3 reassuring her and loving her is definitely a jk thing to do. he has so much affection in his heart for the people around him sigh.

omg you already said so much, but if you wanna come back for more,,, gladly hehe 🥺 you and your boyfriend sound so so sweet together!! happy you could see glimpses of yourselves in this one. here's to so much more.. thank you again, love <3333

[raayllum]

no matter how many times I watch the official rayllum kiss i always end up Feeling Unwell™ because WHEN SHE PULLS HIM IN WITH THE SCARF?? WHEN HE LOOKS AT HER LIKE SHE'S THE ENTIRE WORLD??? I AM INCAPABLE OF BEING NORMAL ABOUT THEM THREE YEARS LATER they will always have me kicking my feet and squealing 😭 I literally love your blog so much for everything fr🥹🫶🫶

Everything about the Official Get Together scene is so so freaking good, like it's just so sweet and romantic and wholesome, and it's their lil love theme and like heart eyes every time, they're so precious!! The three kisses, the scarf grab, the starry-eyed gazes, the smiles and forehead touch!!

But honestly S4 made me appreciate it even more, which I didn't think was possible?? Cause like Rayla vouching for Callum, that makes sense from an in-story reason in 3x01, and so does him cheering her up and picking her up in 3x04, y'know? But 3x05 did not need to have that big speech full of love and understanding/sympathy and admiration, like it always felt really beautifully self indulgent to me in addition to painting such a full picture of who Rayla is, taking everything that we've seen over and over and then giving it a verbal confirmation in a way that is going to 100% stick in the audience's head bc it's tied to such a pivotal moment in their relationship

That's because Rayla is a hero. Rayla saves people. She's brave. She does what's right, even if it puts her own life in danger, and even when the odds seem impossible. Even when her own people might misunderstand and turn against her. Rayla is selfless, strong, and caring. That's what makes her a hero. That's what makes her Rayla.

But now I'm like it wasn't self indulgent at all, because they needed precisely this sentiment of "Rayla is a hero, she saves people" to stick in people's heads so that when Rayla walks away from the drake, it feels wrong on two fronts - not just on the basis of 2x07, but also on the basis of "We can't save everyone" being so antithetical to her entire character up to this point, hammering home just how much (currently unseen) trauma and change she's been through during the timeskip

So like (and I feel like I speculated or hoped for this on a post before) but Rayla being/reconciling with Callum is now explicitly, intrinsically linked with her being her best/full self again and she's been set up to save him probably next season but really whenever the possession plot line is resolved, Which is All So Loaded?? As well as Rayla's big brave heroic heart and unwillingness to give up on people (and in this case on him) being The Reason Callum loves her, like it's just going to come together in such a beautiful way I think and I'm so excited

Which is to say: truly every time I write something off as just fluff or wonderfully indulgent TDP slaps me in the face with being even better written than it already is, and I should really know better by now that everything will truly indeed circle back around in the end <3

[heartsiez]

some argument angst to comfort with childe maybe? i ADORE the way u write childe

RIGHT HANDS MISTAKE

⌗ childe x gn!reader

⌗ angst to fluff

— childe

you closed the front door to your home and sighed. you'd been so stressed lately with your work that you decided to leave early today and deal with it all later; being the tsaritsas right hand had a lot of responsibilities and pressure on it. you were most sure you'd have even more things piled up for you tomorrow, but you didn't care.

slowly making your way through the house, putting down your belongings during, you found it was uneasily quiet. usually ajax would be sitting in the living room or would be somewhere in the kitchen cooking for the fun of it, and if he was out, there'd be a note somewhere but there was nothing to see.

"ajax?" you called through the house. you got no answer back so you were about to venture yourself up the stairs until you heard footsteps making their way closer to you. "y/n? you're home this early?" he walked down to you.

"yes, i decided to come back early because works been too much lately with the new fatui trainees and the traveller constantly on the move." you sighed rolling your shoulders back as you flopped onto the couch with him following.

"are you sure its about work? or is it just because you love me and wanted to see me?' ajax slightly tilted his head with a glint in his eyes. you let out a laugh, "you wish." rolling your eyes.

"oh c'mon, you know you love me so." he shrugged, leaning back on the couch confidently. "uh-huh, sure..." you trailed off with a teasing smile making him shoot his head back your way with an offended look.

his look went away as he studied your features over and frowned. "you look stressed. are you okay?" ajax grabbed your jaw to pull you closer and have a better look. you tatted his hands away from you and sighed. "i'm only a bit stressed, my job keeps piling up with so many things and—… yeah."

he bit the inside of his cheek. "y/n, you know it's not healthy to do this type of thing. if you need a break tell her majesty, you're her right hand for archons sake, she'll let you and pause your work so it stops piling."

"ajax, you know its not that easy. right now its a difficult time. yeah, maybe she'd say yes if it were a usual day but no. with the harbingers out in other nations, there is nobody to handle their jobs here except for me." you crossed your arms.

"wait, what? you're handling the harbingers jobs as well as yours?" he almost let out a glare for your rash decision. "y/n, let me help you. i'll be able to handle the harbingers jobs well. i have nothing else to do anyways."

"no. ajax just don't, you can't help me. you're not allowed to do other harbingers jobs especially when they're many ranks above you." you chewed on your lip, standing up from the couch hoping to get away from the near soon heated atmosphere.

"okay.. well, what about your job—"

"you know you're not allowed to do my work out of all jobs, ajax. i've told you too many times to count. my job has confidential information that nobody but me and her majesty can know."

"i know that. i'm just asking to help with the work, not know it. there's a difference." his voice was stern as he got up from the couch too. "ajax, no. i appreciate the offer but helping me is the same as knowing the information. end of discussion." you opened up cabinet in the kitchen to grab a glass.

"what's so bad about me knowing the information? yeah, yeah, its secret info but i'm your boyfriend. you know i'm not going to tell anyone." he chuckled weakly. "who's there to tell anyways? i don't have anyone but you truly."

you ignored him and shrugged, putting water into your cup and downing it in a second. "i said end of discussion ajax." you slammed the glass onto the bench, though not hard enough to smash it. he gave you a look up and down until the realisation hit him smack in the face.

"you don't trust me, do you." it came out more of a statement than a question. you froze your steps to upstairs and stood still, refusing to look back at him. of course i trust you, you wanted to tell him, but why wouldn't the words form out of your mouth?

he swallowed, biting his cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. "why? why don't you trust me?" his breathing got shaky. "is it because i'm a lower rank than all the other harbingers? because i seem to dumb for my job? too young? what is it?" he kept pestering you with questions and all the words seemed to be filling your head to the brim.

your grip on the side of the staircase got stronger, you didn't know whether it was going to be your hand or the wood that was going to break first. he kept speaking, you could tell his stressing out was travelling to your stress, making it rise higher and higher.

"ajax, just shut up! for fucks sake." his mouth clammed shut and he froze. "i don't know why i don't trust you. maybe its because you don't tell your family shit and run around behind their backs pretending to be some silly toy maker. or maybe its because you never tell me anything until i find out for myself." your jaw clenched when you turned back to him and saw glassy eyes refusing to look back. "look i—" your voice broke down. "i don't need help."

and to there, you made your way up the stairs and into the bathroom. closing the door with a slam and leaving the man all alone.

a shower is what would always calm you down, but as you were scrubbing yourself so hard that you felt like your skin might come off, you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend and your poor word choices.

how could you say that to him? you knew the reason he didn't tell his family was a hard topic and that he had trust issues himself, that's why he was afraid to tell you anything. though, even through the trust issues he had, he still trusted you enough. it was truly just fear of you rejecting who he really is.

you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. staring into the mirror, concentrating on the mirror, and not looking anywhere else. in the silence of the towel friction, you could hear quiet sobs from across the hall. you had almost dropped your towel when you realised. was he crying?

he never cries. yeah, he had glassy eyes near the end of your argument but he always finds a way to stay strong and suck those feelings up. shit. how big did you mess up with him this time?

you got changed into your clothes that you'd set out for yourself and groomed your hair down neatly. your hand grabbed onto the handle softly and you pulled open the door, making your way quietly down the hall to the shared bedroom.

you opened up yourself to the room, the light of the outside spreading onto the bed through the gap you made. "ajax?" you questioned the silence. the blankets rustled and not even a second later, someone's head popped out.

ajax's eyes widened and he tumbled himself out of the bed and rushed towards you, engulfing his arms around your torso. "i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry. i shouldn't of—" his voice cracked as his grip on you tightened, "i shouldn't of pried into your business, and— and—"

you shushed him, slowly moving both of you towards the bed. you laid down and placed his body on top of yours so his head rested on your chest. "it's okay, baby. it's not your fault." you whispered quietly, feeling your shirt dampen from your lovers tears.

"it's all mine. i went too far and should've just explained nicely to you instead of my words becoming harsh. i know you struggle with telling your family and i know you struggle with opening up sometimes." you smiled softly as he looked up to you. "but i'm here, okay? i'm here to help you open up, i'm here to take care of you, i'm here to love you."

he sniffed and shuffled his face closer into your chest. "and i do trust you. i don't know why i couldn't tell you that earlier, but i do. you're the person i trust most in this world." you played with the ends of his hair. "though ajax," you grabbed his attention, he moved to look back up to you. "you do need to understand that i can't tell you anything confidential, or her majesty will have my head." you let out a light laugh.

he smiled small. "i, i know. i was just selfish because i wanted to use my excuse of 'helping you' even though i just wanted to spend time with you. it's lonely having barely anything to do because all the jobs are given to the higher ranks." he sighed. "it's silly but i do love working. well, working in a sense of having something to fight instead of lazing at home."

you tapped his forehead. "hm, well how about this. i'll talk to the tsaritsa about taking a well needed break so we can spend some time together and," you twirled his hair around your finger. "and then when i get back i'll ask her to give you some jobs to do. yeah?"

ajax hummed, going back to nestle into your chest. you moved yourself down to kiss him on the head. "i love you," he whisper-mumbled into your shirt. your face broke out into a soft smile,

"i love you too."

⌗ i gotta stop doing these while i'm meant to be practicing for exams☠

[calumxkisses]

Sleep On The Floor | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: life’s getting dark grey, lucky for you, Calum is ready to show you all the colors - or maybe that’s what you dream about.  

a/n: hi beautiful angels, i’m back! sorry for being away fr such a long time but i was studying and trying my best to stay alive. today’s also my birthday and i wanted to thank all of you for loving my past serie. i love every single on of you.

this imagine its inspired by the song: sleep on the floor 

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The music is loud, the same songs are repeated continuously but the constant talk and the drinks make it difficult to notice the monotony of these parties. It is a monotony that you relive every weekend since you started working in the music industry and it doesn’t depend on the place, the week or the event, the same things repeat themselves over and over again.

Dark grey. It’s the color that you best associate to this situation. It’s that color that makes you think about factories, workers in line, controlled by rules and by a world that leaves no room for creativity, for change, for a better world. You remember that Charlie Chaplin’s movie that your professor made you watch in school and the way he ends up living an adventure. Will that happen to you too? It’s just a party, you think, but because it’s a party you shouldn’t feel this way. 

You’ll take a plane tomorrow and you’ll end up in another city that you won’t visit because there’ll be no time. After the concert or the interview, you’ll end up in some hidden place dancing and drinking and the day after another plane or bus will be waiting for you. And when the tour ends, you’ll be able to breathe. 

The girl in front of you keeps talking about the promotion she got at work, but you stopped listening to her a long time ago. Didn't she get the promotion last week? Or was it another girl? Maybe she was the one who had just returned from a business trip? 

Across the room, a few steps away from you, Calum, Luke and Roy are talking about the new album the band is working on, the new genre they are experimenting with and the lyrics they enjoy writing but will never release. They spend their days like this, searching for new sounds and writing lyrics about salads and strange places where they get lost.

You look around before your gaze gets placed in front of you and you notice that Calum is looking at you too, his curly hair with shades of blonde free from any beanie and he’s still wearing the leather jacket. His eyes stare at you and a little grin forms on his lips. Without realizing it, you slowly approach each other. 

“It doesn't look like you're having fun.” 

“My stomach hurts from how much I’m laughing.” You say in a sarcastic tone, your face expressing your emotion. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Calum knows you. He knows your need to break free from the world and the way you love everything that is extraordinary. He needs that too, he wants to have the possibility to just be him and not the bassist from 5 Seconds Of Summer, but he’ll never tell you this, he won’t give you the satisfaction of being right. But you know. 

“No, I'm just tired of always doing the same things.” You say dramatically, sighing.

“Then let's do something different.”

“Like what? Playing hide and seek instead of beer pong?” 

“No, let’s leave. We have a couple of hours before this party ends and nobody will notice our absence anyway. Let’s do something different for once.” 

You smile. He’s trying to relieve your suffering and you appreciate that.  

Calum walks away for a moment and when he returns, your jacket is in his hand and no longer on the couch. He throws it at you and offers you his hand. “A Taxi is already waiting for us outside. What do you think?” His smile is wide on his face, but not as big as the one that forms on your face when you grab his hand and drag him out.

You both laugh as you get into the car, your adrenaline is running high and you already feel better. The driver smiles at the scene, Calum whispers something in his ear and then sits back on the seat, his eyes following your body before looking in your eyes. 

“I didn’t know you could speak French.” You say looking at his face. 

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me, love.” He says before looking in front of him, mentally trying to remember the name of the streets. His side profile is lightened by different colors as you pass all the different neons of the shops of the city.

The window on your right is slightly lowered. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, the wind brushes your face and the noise of the city is like a melody in your ears. Calum kisses your hair and rests his head on yours. 

You’re in a car, just the two of you stuck in traffic, yet you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of constant change, where everything happens only once and you are ready to treasure every second of it. 

You don’t know how many minutes have passed by before Calum taps on your shoulder and whispers, “Look.” before pointing to his left. You open your eyes and the Arc de Triomphe lights up the city. It’s a masterpiece that reigns in the French city. It’s fully illuminated and stands powerful in the center of the rotunda.

“Wow.” It's the only thing you can say as you get closer to the window to get a better look. The driver chuckles at your reaction. You are too distracted by the beauty of the monument to notice the way Calum looks at you, lost in the way the lights illuminate your face and the way your hand is in his, as if they were made to hold only each other. 

All the cars are driving past the monument as if it was nothing, probably used to the view, but you can’t get enough of the magical feeling that you feel just by looking at it.

As the Arc de Triomphe is now behind you, you sit back in your seat, your mouth still slightly open from the astonishment of the sight. They might have been some of the most intense minutes you’ve ever experienced.

“Everytime we finish a show here, we always ask to pass by here. After the confusion of the concert, this view always manages to bring peace. Usually we are always exhausted but we try to stay awake as much as possible to not miss this view.” He whispers, looking out and smiling at the memories. 

“I know how much you daydream and how much you like these views and as soon as they gave us the tour dates, I immediately asked to let you come with us. I knew you would like it.” 

The idea that Calum has thought of you, especially in this occasion, warms your heart. He’s not a person who expresses what he feels, he finds it difficult to open up to the world and to the people around him and you know that that's his way of showing that he cares, by gestures, thoughts and small details.

“Thank you, Calum. We passed here yesterday and it was magical in the sun, I didn't expect to love it even more at night.”

The car crosses a bridge and the Seine is illuminated, leading you to fall even more in love with this city. It is definitely the most romantic city in the world, as everyone says.

“Close your eyes.” Calum whispers, taking your hand and putting them on your eyes.

“Wait, why? What are you doing?” You ask but he stays silent. Your heart beats fast. 

Before you know it, the car stops and Calum talks to the driver. You are tempted to open your eyes and peek but the idea that he has decided to surprise you makes you feel too much guilt to do it so you decide to keep your hands on your face.

Calum opens the door, “Give me your hand but keep your eyes closed, okay?” You nod before holding out your hand. He grabs it and, being careful not to hurt you, he gets you out of the car.

You walk  for a while, the noise of the stones is loud as you walk on them and the wind ruffles your hair.

“Keep your eyes still closed for a moment.” He whispers in your ear making you feel chills all over your body.

You feel him moving away and you try to use your senses to understand where you are. You hear people talking in the distance, the noise of some cars behind you as you play with your fingers to entertain yourself while you wait. You aren’t afraid, there’s no single cell in your body that feels fear, you trust him too much to think about the idea that he left you there. He would be ready to climb the highest mountain and cross the hottest deserts to come to you, there’s no emergency that’ll let him leave your side. 

Since the first moment his eyes saw you, he knew that he couldn’t let you go.

You feel someone stand in front of you before you hear him speak: “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Calum is standing in front of you, he’s looking straight in your eyes to see your reaction. He’s holding a red rose in his right hand and a huge smile is on his lips. Behind him, the Eiffel Tower is majestic, a source of light in the dark of the night. You’re left speechless, the magic you’re living is impossible to explain with words. It seems like billions of stars are joined by surrounding the structure, illuminating it and making it something eternal.  

There are a few people in the distance, taking photos of the structure and laughing at each other. 

There’s a musician on the side of the tower, she’s playing songs that you’re not familiar with and yet they seem to be perfect for this moment. They might be love songs, or even sad songs, but the melody envelops the atmosphere that surrounds you, making you look like the protagonists of a dream.

“Calum.” It’s the only thing you’re able to say. He’s standing there, between you and the Eiffel Tower, one of the most beautiful attraction in the entire world and yet his beauty almost steals the spotlight. But he’ll never know.

He grins and turns around to admire the structure. You reach to take your phone from the pocket of your jacket and take a picture of him, of the Tower, of everything that is surrounding you. Something to look at when you’ll need to think about a happy memory. 

“I’m in love. That’s it. I know what love looks like now.” You said admiring the view. 

“With me?” He looks at you smiling.

“You wish, don’t you?.” 

He laughs and there’s no sound that could be better than that. Not even a view could be more beautiful. Calum Hood laughing in front of the Eiffel Tower, in the middle of the night, surrounded by stars is a sight that no one will ever experience and you hold this moment close to your heart.

“I’m moving here.” You say after a few minutes of silence. 

“You can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“I can’t live without you.” Your heart skips a beat. “How am I supposed to wake up on time and to go to all my appointments if you don’t remind me?” You both laugh. 

“Fine, I’ll honor you with my presence for a little while longer.” 

“Thank you.” 

For a moment, you look straight into each other's eyes. The world seems to stop, except for the Tower and the music in the distance. Calum takes a piece of your hair behind your ear and you can see your reflection in his eyes. 

“It’s getting late, we should go.” He whispers close to your lips.

“Do we really have to go?” You want to close your eyes but you can’t seem to leave the sight of his face. A face that you see everyday but that you can’t get enough of. 

“Yeah but this’ll be our little secret. A place that you can escape to when you’re tired of the world. It’s gonna be here-” He says before pointing to your mind, “-and here.” He stops pointing to your heart and for a second you stop breathing.

“We have too many secrets, Calum.” You say as he takes your hand and walks towards the Taxi. You can’t see his face but his body language is telling you that he’s smiling.

He opens the door of the car and gets in and you follow him, not before looking at the Eiffel Tower one last time and taking a deep breath. 

The drive back to the party passes quickly and silently, your head is again resting on Calum's shoulder and his head is resting on yours, your hands are intertwined as you play with your fingers while the stereo plays slow, almost inaudible music.

“We are here.” The driver says with a strong accent and you realize that you're back in that building. You both get out of the car and while Calum pays for the ride, you look around you. 

“It’s okay to escape reality every once in a while, as long as you remember to come back to reality to me.” He whispers while you get inside the house and you look at him confused before noticing the scene in front of you. 

As you enter through the big door, you see that everything looks exactly as when you left. People are doing the same things they were doing before and while you throw your jacket on the couch, you notice that the stereo is playing the same playlist it was playing a couple of hours ago. 

Calum is back at talking with Roy and Luke, he’s holding a drink and he’s laughing at something his friend is saying.

You go back to the group you were with at the start of the party, nobody seemed to have noticed your absence. The girl in front of you keeps talking about the promotion she got at work but you’re not really listening. 

You look around before your gaze gets placed in front of you and you notice that Calum is looking at you too, he gives you a questioning look and winks before turning his attention back to his friends.

You smile.

[awanderingdeal]

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time [Part 3]

Back, back, back again. This time we have Christmas O’Knutzy for you!

Happy boxing day! Happy 2nd Christmas! Happy 26th December. 

This one is dedicated to those of you of who are perhaps not spending Christmas in the way that you would like this year. I hope this brings you a little bit of Joy. Please note that this fic is filled with happy Christmas people so if that is going to make you feel worse then please avoid.

Look, don’t ask what is going here. It is the weirdest mix of ‘Angus, thongs and full frontal snogging’ type diary entry and fluff. If anything, hopefully it will make you laugh.

Rating: T(+) - A couple of mentions of sexual acts. 

CW: CHRISTMAS, FOOD TALK AND A BRIEF MENTION OF MEDCATION

Last, but most certainly not least - these boys and this universe belongs to @lumosinlove​. We are just mere peasants destined to fall in love with them.

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“Knutty! Leave the kitchen! I’m tired,” Finn yelled from the bedroom. 

“I’m not in the kitchen. I’m writing,” Leo yelled back. It may have been a little white lie because Leo was in fact, pouring steaming water over tea leaves. He was nearly finished though and going to head through to the library to complete his nightly ritual of writing in his diary. 

“Liar!” Finn replied, but there was no heat in voice. “I can hear the kettle.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly. He put the kettle down and headed towards the bedroom where he found a pouting Finn. “Just go to sleep. I’ll be back soon,” Leo said.

“But I need bedtime kisses. It’s Christmas, I can’t be deprived of bedtime kisses,” Finn whined.

Logan’s features knitted into a frown, “Et je suis quoi ? Une grenouille?”

Finn’s eyes widened, “Why are you talking about frogs?” 

“Why do you know the word fr-” Logan started. 

“Fish, Lo can give you kisses.” Leo cut him off, knowing if he let them start on this line of conversation he would still be standing there in an hour's time. 

“Logan kisses are good, but I want Leo kisses too,” Finn argued. 

Leo pushed himself off the door frame that he had been leaning on. “I’m sure Logan can keep you thoroughly entertained,” he drawled. “I’m going now,” he added with a lilt, but Finn and Logan had already occupied their lips so there was no reply. 

25th December 

Dear Diary, 

I’ll try to keep this short because Finn is screaming at me to come to bed, but I didn’t feel like it was fair to neglect you on what may go down as my favourite day ever. I know that I say that at least once a week but I might really mean it this time. 

Let me give you the top 5:

1.Christmas Day 2020

2. First time Finn and Logan said I love you (I refuse to choose. It’s my diary you can’t make me.)

3. First time Finn and Logan met Mama and Dad

4. First NHL game.

5.That time Logan told me that my soup was better than Celeste’s. He might have been high on pain meds but I’m taking it. 

Anyway, why was it the best day ever I hear you ask? Let me tell you. Actually, let me show you. I made an amazing schedule that was greatly underappreciated by my boyfriends (damn, it still feels good to say that) so maybe you can appreciate it.

It is now 23:49, if that tells you anything about how off schedule we got. Not that I mind, it was a perfect day. Everyday with these boys is. I’m so lucky. 

I’m so glad that we decided to stay here, just us, for our first Christmas. It’s been a manic December fitting in visits to everybody and we still have Canada for New Years, but it was so worth it. 

Anyway, enough of the mush. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

Signing off,

Leo.

Leo gave a contented sigh as he finished up the entry. He had taken a lot longer than he had planned to write. but he was so full of thoughts that evening. He needed to get them down on paper if he had any hope of sleep that night.

He tiptoed back into the bedroom, assuming that his boyfriends would be asleep by now. However, as he pulled back the sheets he noticed that Finn was still awake.

“Hey,” Leo whispered, mindful of Logan. “I wasn’t expecting you to still be up.”

Finn looked up at him with big wide eyes and a sleepy smile, “Needed my Leo kisses.” 

“Oh.” Leo stilled for a beat as he climbed into the bed. He probably should be used to Finn saying things that made his heart melt by now, but somehow, it felt like the first time, every time. Finn had a thousand different ways to say ‘I love you’ and Leo heard every one. 

“I’m here now,” Leo replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Finn’s lips. 

Finn nodded his head and pulled Leo closer. “Hmm, much better.”

[pinkykitten]

boyfriend and girlfriend outing

- anonymous Hello, Ki!! 😊💖 Can I request a Lance Mcclain (Voltron) x shy female human reader fluffy oneshot about they are going to the swimsuit shopping at space mall? 🥰🥰💖💖 How would Lance reacts to shy female human reader trying on/modeling swimsuit for him? 🥰😂🤣💖 I really love to see Lance is blushing mess near her!!! 🥰🥰💖💖

- anonymous Can I request a Voltron fluffy oneshot about how would Lance Mcclain reacts to his shy female human reader wears his jacket? 🥰🥰💖 I bet he will be blushing mess to her cuteness, haha. 😂🤣💖 Bonus: fluff/general prompts #2: “aw, you’re so cute.” (only Lance) and #22: “i love you.” (only reader) 🥰💖 Please??😁😁💖  prompt(s):  “aw, you’re so cute.”  “i love you.” 

pairing: lance mcclain x female! reader words: 1,602 genre: fluff, romance, comedy, requested, prompt, one-shot

a/n: sorry guys i have written in a while ive been soooo busy atm so hopefully i can write more for you guys. its been a minute since ive written for vld and i so totally miss it esp my cuban bby. yes we all can agree it ended like poo but thats why moi is here to help w canon and make it a thousand times better bc im a miracle worker duh. ty guys fr for reading my stuff, following and reblogging my stories i really appreciate it. 

It was in order- in your mind to take time off for yourself. Getting up every morning at 5 to train hard your mind and body. All you wanted was one day to enjoy having fun and being a teenager. 

You giggled at your pathetic bucket list. To think on yours it would say go out to a mall or market when back on earth that was something so insignificant and so easy to accomplish. But you hadn’t done something exciting and something for yourself in a while. 

You practically begged Shiro to let you to go to the mall today. After much butting he finally gave in. You knew pouting your lip out and whining almost like a puppy would do the trick. 

You didn’t waste time in getting dressed and doing your makeup. You wanted to look fierce on your day out. 

A knock was heard on your bedroom door. 

“Where are you going?” Lance, your boyfriend raised his brow as he stood by your doorway, arms crossed. He was a bit jealous that you were going out looking so hot and you hadn’t invited him. 

“I’m going to the mall,” you applied lipstick. 

“Without me?” He pouted. 

You chuckled and went to hug him, squeezing hard. “What are you waiting for then? Get ready? We’re having a date.”

Going into the mall- it already made a huge smile on your face. The smells reminded you of home. Food, perfumes, creams, the clothing were of different colors and of different alien races customs. It was like a walking into a whole different world. 

Lance giggled as he saw your face and scooped you up, kissing all over your cheeks. “Aw, you’re so cute, you know that. What do you want to try first?”

You sniffed the air and couldn’t get rid of a cinnamon smell. As you went onward you saw what that smell was. 

“Doughnuts!” You were almost salivating. Grabbing Lance’s hand you raced to the stand. 

You and Lance shared a huge doughnut and Lance smudged some frosting onto your face. You tried pushing him away and all he did was tickle you. It was like a fight and as much of a flaco he was he still got a hold of you. 

“I’m gonna get you Lance,” you gave a hearty laugh. 

You climbed on Lance’s back and ordered him like a pony to go to the arcade. There were so many games there your eyes lit up with the bright neon lights and colors. 

“I want to try this.” It was a game of getting a hammer and hitting mini Prince Lotor’s. You and Lance were up against each other and of course you won. 

“You cheated,” Lance pointed an accusatory finger at you. 

You stuck your tongue out, “you just suck.”

Lance rolled his eyes and walked away pretending he didn’t know you. 

You guys hopped on a motorcycle game, Lance went first and you jumped in his lap and he taught you how to play. 

Next, was the perfume store. You bathed Lance in cologne as he twirled around, and rubbed himself on you. 

As you were walking onward you spotted a swim suit store. You were fighting with yourself if you should go or not because you were a bit shy around Lance but you decided to go because you would probably never come back again. 

“Let’s go in this store please,” you asked shyly. 

Lance didn’t want to show it too much but he was so excited to see how beautiful you would look in swim suits, especially bikinis. He saw how much you wanted to go in and he couldn’t and would never say no.

“Of course gorgeous,” he smirked and acted all charming. 

“You sit here and wait,” you pushed him onto the couch in the waiting room and fled to each aisle, picking up the ones you wanted. 

The store owner waved her tentacles around and glanced at Lance, “are you here for you?”

“It’s actually for my girlfriend.” He said proudly. “She’s special.” 

“Alright Lance,” you sang as you brought them in the room and tried one on. “This one I call Florida weather.”

You jumped out and the one piece had oranges on it. You modeled and pretended to peel an orange and eat it. 

Lance clapped and nodded his head, “that’s so cute!”

“Next!” You shimmied your way in the room again and put on a swimsuit that was adorned with a skirt and it was bedazzled. It looked so trashy and made for a grandma. It was the furthest thing away from sexy. You chuckled as you looked at your reflection. Lance was really going to love this. “What do you think about this one babe? I think this will be your favorite.”

“Let me see girl!” Lance bounced on the souls of his feet in anticipation.

“Tada!” You danced out, shaking your hips. “My name is abuelita.”

Lance was surprised to say the least but he clutched his stomach, bending over laughing. “Oh my God, you do!”

“Do you think this is flattering?” You strut your stuff and flung your leg out like a show girl. 

“I still think you look great sweetheart.” Lance grabbed your hips and kissed your lips.

Lance was the perfect boyfriend to you. Even though you looked like an old lady from the 80s, Lance thought you still looked perfect and that made you have fireworks in your tummy. He always knew what to say. “Alright, but I got one more!” You ran back to your room and lifted up the dark blue bikini. Was your body perfect? No. Did you care? No. You thought you were beautiful in your size and no body was perfect. It was for you and Lance loved you no matter what. As you pulled the straps up, you checked yourself out in the mirror. “Perfect.”

“Are you done baby?”

“Yes, I think you’re going to really love this one.” The beating of your heart was rapid as you thought of his opinions. Would he like it? You tiptoed out of the room and rubbed your arm sheepishly. “Do you like it?”

Lance was flabbergasted. Not because he never thought you would look that way but because of how perfect and beautiful you were. He was star struck. His eyes widened and shined bright like jewels. His mouth was wide open. His heart grew more large for the love he felt for you. You were his baby! 

“Well!” You crossed your arm, beginning to feel shy and bashful at his loss for words. 

Lance covered his mouth, “And I have the audacity to live.”

You shook your head as you giggled like a girl with her crush. It was kind of true he was your crush but he was also your boyfriend so you scored. Lance was so extra!

“My baby is so sexy oh my God!” He shouted so loud- everyone in the store glanced over your guys way.

“So this one is a buy?” 

“Heck ya! I’m buying this for you babe. You look so smokin in this like por tu madre, my girl gonna look good!”

As you both were walking out to go back to the ship. It was night time already and the sky was a dark purple. The stars looked like diamonds sprinkled on a painting. It made you have a warm feeling in your tummy to know that you were one of the many brave souls that traveled up there to save lives. The air was cool and the trees swayed in the wind. 

Hand in hand with Lance, you walk on the cobblestone, trying to balance as you place one foot in front of the other. The wind that blows by makes you shake and shiver. Goosebumps rise on your skin and Lance takes notice. 

“Baby, you’re cold?”

You didn’t want to seem weak so you shook your head. “No, I’m okay. Just the wind.”

Lance looked the other way, shy, as he stripped his jacket off and enveloped you in the warmth. 

You loved cuddling with it, the soft inside fabric tickled your cheek, and it smelled of his perfect self. You tried to hug the jacket subtly without his detection but Lance saw and became a bashful mess. You bit the inside of your cheek, not looking into his eyes because of your embarrassment. “It’s so warm,” your lips turned into a small, satisfied smile. 

“It looks amazing on you,” Lance said breathless. 

“Oh wait!” You paused as you sprinted to an open field.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” 

After a few minutes you ran back to Lance. 

“What did you do?”

You brought out a daisy, kissed it, and gave it to Lance. “A present for you, my Lance.”

Lance couldn’t contain his love for you. He lifted you up and twirled you in his arms. “You are defiantly my girl.” He put you on his back as you both traveled back to the ship. 

On his back, you hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his hair, kissing the back of his neck. “I love you.” You whispered your heart and soul into his ear. 

“I love you princess.” Lance kissed your hands as you started drifting off to the rocking of his steps. His breathing a peaceful melody in your ear. You needed the day to get out and have fun and just be you with Lance. As the day was ending your smile became wide as you thought about how perfect this day was and it was with the most perfect boy. 

[txdoroki]

heyo ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ omg i love ur account, ur literally my favourite person on this app sfngnbodmv ur posts make me so happy. basically i want to start writing drabbles and fics and stuff so i was just wondering where 2 start & how u got started :)

hi! aww tysm :,) that means a lot!

well, i started by making a post asking people for requests (as i started as a request writing page, not really that way anymore because it’s easier to not get burnt out for me if i do the stuff i genuinely want to write!) and i used all of the tags i could.

(if youre planning on doing mha writing, bakugou and todoroki content generally does the best. the first 3 tags you use, your content will show up under tagged when you search the tag in specific, so i suggest doing bakugou x reader, todoroki x reader, and whatever else as your first three for your starting request post!)

if you aren’t planning on doing requests, i suggest maybe an intro post. like “hi! i’m (name) and im a writer! here are the fandoms i’ll be writing for, and a few things about me!”

try and have your first writings be consistent, it doesn’t matter that much but it’s good to have content for ppl to read rather than literally one post and it’s an intro. if people see the intro, they will prolly click on your account to see your writing and such. so, imo it’s important to have some writing to begin with

i’ve noticed, that using more tags doesn’t necessarily = more notes! the first few matter the most, and after that, it can help to do the category and such

let’s say i wrote a bakugou fluff. i’d use these tags: bakugou x reader, bakugou imagine, bakugou fluff, bakugou katsuki, mha bakugou- give or take a few! you can find examples under my MOST RECENT writing posts, as i did different experiments with it and the more useful your tags are the better. my “if you came into their room in the middle of the night” post was the experiment, and it turned out that i was right, more tags ≠ more interaction

on that note, INTERACT WITH PEOPLE. this isn’t against anyone who doesnt like interacting, but it can help build relationships with followers! if you’re comfortable with this, you can open your asks box so people can say stuff (you don’t have to have anons on but it can be nice for ppl who are shy/dont want their acc out yk)! if you get anon hate, just block the anon if you want. or dont respond.

also, it’s rlly cool to get a few mutuals! i’d love to be your mutual if you want to, just lmk your account whenever you start posting! sometimes i make mutual posts asking for mutuals, you can do something like that if you would like

my first ever oneshot thing i wrote, was one i rlly remember writing! that might not be the same for my viewers, but i usually remember someone by the first thing i’ve seen by them. first impressions matter, so try and figure out how you wanna be seen! ofc don’t fake being someone you’re not, but it might be confusing to ppl if your first impression doesn’t match with how you act the rest of the time!

your first post usually sets the tone for your blog, or at least the first one that gets you your audience. if you, in your first post that gains you followers, say that you’ll be writing for danganronpa, and then instead write for mha, everyone would kinda be like. what? i thought you were a danganronpa writer??? ya know

BE SURE TO INCLUDE GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS ON POSTS THAT NEED THEM. ADD THE TOPIC ITS WARNING ABOUT TOO. EVERYONE WILL APPRECIATE IT BECAUSE IT IS JUST A NICE THING TO DO PLEASE DO THAT!!

i suggest making a navigation page (like my pinned post) and a masterlist (you can do all your writing in one or even seperate masterlists for each character, whatever you’d like)! it can really help to have a spot to go and be able to find all of the writing you’ve done without endless scrolling! if you need a tut on how to add links to posts, im sure theres a tut on youtube!

A REALLY HELPFUL THING TO DO IS WHENEVER YOURE MOTIVATED WRITE LIKE FIVE THINGS SO WHEN YOU DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING, YOU HAVE POSTS! fr tho, ppl usually wont mind if you arent super active. if they do, theyre being dumb!

posting consistently CAN help your posts reach more ppl, but if you can only post every now and then, it isnt really a problem! don’t stress it if you’re too busy/dont have a schedule, it wont kill your account

tl:dr;

-add trigger warnings on things when needed

-make a navi page (not needed)

-if you’re motivated, write stuff to post later

-first impressions matter

-mutuals!

-less tags can work more, but i’ve also seen a lot of tags work good as well

-INTERACT WITH PEOPLE

-don’t say you’ll do things just for followers. they aren’t just a number, they’re actual people

how i started in five steps:

1. i made a post that was like “hey! im mack and i want to start doing writing requests! do you guys have any?”

2. i did a few posts then was like ah fuck i need a masterlist, so i made that and then made an about me with random facts i thought of and such. (also make sure tou put your pronouns in your bio so ppl arent confused!)

3. i did more posts and started gaining, but didn’t really mind it. i kind of just vibed, cause the numbers dont determine how good of a writer you are, so i focused on working on my writing style and such! i kinda ghosted the whole blog for a week straifht beside from queued reblogs, but came back later when i had inspo! it’s good not to run your brain dry

4. i redid my whole blog, made it pretty! its rlly motivating to me to have a nice blog, but it isnt required! i made an organized navigation page, and started focusing on getting my reach back. (btw, prime posting time is at like midnight!) be sure to put rules and boundaries on your page as well, so people do not end up crossing one that you didn’t state.

5. i reminded myself that i can do things other than my blog when i’d get a little too obsessive over it, and that it wasn’t going anywhere! don’t feel pressured to post a LOT. only post when you want to and can. don’t put responsibilities like health aside just for your blog.

hope this was helpful <3

[emospritelet]

Desperation - chapter 12

34: “Remember when we used to leave the house? Fun times”

Apparently I can only write fluff at the moment. Must be a reaction to the shitty timeline we’re in :/

[AO3]

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As lockdown entered its second week, Belle found that she was settling into her new life quite comfortably. Bae had improved each day, and was restless and energetic. She had him helping her with baking and pulling weeds in the garden to burn off some of the excess energy. A call from Mary Margaret Nolan, Neal’s mother and Bae’s teacher, announced that lessons would be resuming over Zoom, and Belle cleared a space at the kitchen table for Bae to participate on his father's laptop.

“I’m hoping this works,” confessed Mary Margaret, having explained her idea for the format of the lessons. “Redesigning the lessons for remote delivery and trying to think of ways to keep them engaged has been driving me nuts.”

“If you need a break, I’d be happy to do a story hour with them,” offered Belle. “Maybe we could collaborate on something; a story hour on a book you want them to read, followed by some sort of art project based on that.”

Mary Margaret beamed.

“That’s a great idea!” she said. “We could continue once lockdown ends, too.”

“I’m trying to recall what life was like before lockdown,” said Belle, with a wry grin. “Remember when we used to leave the house? Fun times.”

“Yeah.” Mary Margaret chuckled. “I guess I’m better off than most. The farm still needs work, the animals still have to be fed. I feel for those going stir-crazy in their apartments.”

“That would have been me, if I hadn’t ended up staying here,” said Belle, and Mary Margaret looked curious.

“How did that happen?” she asked. “I was wondering.”

“Completely by chance,” admitted Belle. “Rum and I kind of had a spat over the last packet of paracetamol at the store, and somehow I ended up moving in.”

“Huh." Mary Margaret pursed her lips. “Not your average meet-cute, but these are unusual times.”

Belle gave her a level look.

“He was sick, and I wanted to help.”

“Oh, ignore me,” Mary Margaret assured her. “I’m a hopeless romantic, and Storybrooke needs more happy endings.”

“Hard to be romantic when you literally can’t touch one another.”

“Then you’ll have to be very inventive.”

“Speaking of inventive,” said Belle, feeling herself blush and wanting to change the subject. “Let’s talk more about working together. I was intending to set up some after-school clubs for different age groups at the library. Any input you and the other teachers could give would be great.”

“I’ll email the staff and ask them for their thoughts,” said Mary Margaret. “Sounds like the kind of integrated program we’ve been wanting to introduce in Storybrooke. If we can get the Mayor’s approval we should be able to get more funding.”

“Does the Mayor have kids?” asked Belle, and Mary Margaret gave her a knowing smile.

“She has a ten-year-old son. Something tells me this town will be very supportive of more activities for kids after trying to entertain their own for three weeks.”

x

The Zoom lessons started well, with only a few technological teething problems, which meant that Bae spent much of his days learning and chatting with his friends, leaving Belle free to do chores and read. The first story hour was due to take place that Friday, and Belle and Mary Margaret had already discussed ideas for complementary lesson-planning. It made Belle feel as though she was achieving something in her new position, despite not having set foot in the library in almost two weeks.

Gold, alas, was still in bed.

Belle had not tried to hide how much he was worrying her, with his rattling cough and the high fever that came and went. Already thin, he was now almost gaunt, and she and Bae tried their best to tempt him with homemade cookies and cakes, along with more substantial meals from the freezer. She told herself repeatedly that at least he didn’t seem to be getting any worse, and that his quietly stubborn nature would surely help him pull through. 

On Wednesday evening she took him some tea and found him sitting on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

“Hey,” she said.

Her voice made him look up. His eyes and cheeks were hollow, his cheeks and chin covered with almost two weeks of stubble, but there was a determined glint in his eyes. She put her head to the side. 

“You okay?”

“I’m getting up,” he said decidedly, gesturing with a finger. “I’m getting my arse up, and I’m going down the bloody stairs.”

Belle hurried to set down the cup of tea on his nightstand.

“Let me help you.”

“No no, it’s fine, I can do it.” He waved her away. “I have to do it. Bloody sick of being a dead weight around this place.”

“You’re sick!”

“And I won’t get better if I let this fucking thing keep me horizontal,” he said shortly, and sighed, running his hands over his face. “Sorry. I’m not angry with you, just this virus.”

“Anger is good in this instance,” she said, and took a step back from him. “Okay, up you get.”

Gold nodded, reaching to the side for his cane and using it to push himself upright. His legs wobbled, and he leaned hard on the cane, but after a moment he seemed to relax a little, although his smile was more of a grimace.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’m taking a shower, and I’ll see you and Bae downstairs in ten minutes.”

“In that case, I’ll take your tea down with me,” she said. “We can all sit around the table and eat some of the fruit loaf Bae and I made.”

Gold nodded, his knuckles tight around the cane handle.

“Sounds perfect.”

x

He made it downstairs, much to Bae’s delight, and sat quietly at the table while Bae drank his suppertime warm milk and told him all about the lessons he had done that day. Belle warmed some soup through on the stove, setting it in front of Gold with bread and butter from the supplies that had been delivered.

“That’s fantastic, Belle, thank you,” he said, picking up a spoon. “I think perhaps my appetite’s coming back.”

“There’s plenty more, if you need it,” she said. “And more bread.”

“The bread tastes weird, Papa,” said Bae, wrinkling his nose. “It’s the same one they have at the school cafeteria. Paige says it’s made of polystyrene and fluff from the inside of the teachers’ pockets.”

Belle chuckled.

“I have to admit that I’ve thought that myself,” she said. “It certainly doesn’t come close to any of the delicious bread I’ve eaten since I came to this house. But it was free, which counts for a lot.”

“Quite right,” said Gold, dipping a piece of the bread in his soup. “We have to appreciate the kindness of those that gave it, Bae. Whether or not you think it tastes good.”

“Okay.” Bae looked a little despondent. “I was just kidding.”

“I know that.” Gold put down his spoon and pulled Bae close for a hug. “You’re a good lad. And a thoughtful one.”

“Belle and I didn’t make bread, though,” said Bae. “Maybe we should have, and then we could use this for something else.”

“We were concentrating on making your dad some treats, right?” said Belle, stroking his hair. “Making him feel better was very important work.”

“And something you both did excellently,” said Gold, turning back to his soup. “See? I’m already up and eating dinner again.” 

Bae grinned, flopping back into his seat, and Gold blew on his soup to cool it.

“Go on, then,” he said. “Tell me more of what you learned about birds today.”

x

Something woke Belle.

She yawned, snuggling in her blankets on the couch, her body warm and comfortable. Something had disturbed her sleep: a soft, distant thumping noise that she couldn’t place. Her eyes fluttered and opened, and the noise came again. Glancing at her watch, Belle groaned to herself and sat up, swinging her legs out of the blankets and getting up to head for the kitchen. She could hear the low sound of Gold humming, and assumed it was he that was making the noise. If he was already up and about at just after six in the morning, perhaps he was feeling better.

Her sock-clad feet made no sound as she padded across the floor, and she entered the kitchen silently, hands curling around the door frame. Gold was standing at the counter in T-shirt and jeans with his cane leaning beside him and a dish towel tucked into his belt, his forearms covered in flour. He was kneading dough, one hand grasping, folding and turning before pushing down with the heels of his hands. Two bowls sat on the table with towels draped over them, with a third standing empty at his side. He hummed as he worked, the rhythmic slap and thump of his hands against the dough in time with the beat, and Belle smiled a little as she watched him.

“Couldn’t face the polystyrene and pocket lint bread again, huh?” she asked, and Gold started, turning to face her with the dough ball in his hands.

“Ah,” he said, looking down. “Well. You both said you liked my bread better, so I thought it was probably time to make some.”

“You didn’t have to get up at six in the morning to make it,” she said, and he shrugged, turning back to his kneading.

“That was always my usual habit, before I came down with the virus,” he said. “I usually set the loaves aside for first rise, then do the rest of my chores. I bet the garden’s just choked with weeds.”

“I hope not, Bae and I have been working on it,” she said, coming into the kitchen properly. “Tea?”

“I’ll make it. You’ve done more than enough this past ten days.”

“Don’t burn yourself out,” she warned, crossing to the sink to fill the kettle. “I can make the tea. The last thing we need is you falling over again. Take it slow.”

Gold gave her a slanting grin, and bowed his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He gave the dough a final press, then worked it into a ball with swift passes of his hands and dropped it in the empty bowl. Going to the sink to wash his hands, he flourished the dish towel to dry them off, and draped it over the bowl before wiping down the work surface.

“Wholemeal, mixed seed, oat and honey, and black olive,” he explained, as Belle looked questioningly at the bowls. “We’ll eat some and freeze the rest. Just in case.”

“You’re very well prepared.”

“I try to be.”

He grasped his cane, almost falling into one of the kitchen chairs with a sigh, and Belle shook her head.

“You’re still not well,” she said, and he opened his eyes, a tired smile back on his face.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re stubborn, is what you are,” she said severely.

“One of my few redeeming qualities.”

“Stubborn and self-effacing,” she remarked. “It’s almost adorable.”

Gold’s smile grew.

“‘Almost’?”

Belle put her hands on her hips, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. For an awkward moment she found herself recalling what he looked like with a small towel around his waist, and told herself to concentrate.

“I very much doubt the virus cares how adorable it is,” she said loftily. “If it knocks you on your ass again and you end up spending another week in bed, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He was grinning now.

“A good thing I have such a competent housemate,” he said. “I’ll miss you when this is over, Belle. Bae and I will miss you, I mean. Both of us.”

She was definitely blushing now, and that image would not leave her mind, but she couldn’t help grinning back.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ll miss you guys too.”

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need(y) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 3.6k

warnings: swearing

request: Hello!! Could I get a jungkook angst/fluff imagine where you guys are becoming distant and you leave for some space and he doesn’t know and thinks that you left him?? Sorry if it’s confusing, thank youuuu :)

a/n: sheesh! this was not supposed to be this long HAHA. sorry this took so long to write school just started and it’s fr kicking my ass. i’ve already gotten so much hw for the first week grrrr. i rushes the ending a bit so i’m not quite satisfied and i didn’t edit it either so um sorry about it LOL. anyways thanks for requesting this anon!! in honor of his bday too ig haha, hope u enjoy it :)

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Missed Calls:

y/n <3 (11)

6:45- lmk when ur coming home i can’t wait to see you <33

8:30- u must be busy at the studio it’s okay i’ll wait

9:47- hey it’s okay if ur coming late but could u just give me a heads up

11:02- jungkook?

12:17- happy belated anniversary to you too ig

1:56- i needa stop getting my hopes up huh

Being in a relationship with a worldwide famous idol is never easy. Learning to understand and appreciate the value of the relationship regardless of its limited-time came easy to you. That’s one of the reasons why he became interested in you in the first place. You never came off as overbearing and clingy and you always understood why things had to be different. And that added to the list of things he already absolutely adored about you.

It had been a year since Jungkook had confessed to you backstage that night, asking you to be his lover and promising that he would cherish you like no one ever will. And you can confidently say he very much did at the beginning, commonly known as the honeymoon stage. Things only started to fizzle out and go downhill a few months ago. His group was scheduled for a new comeback. He was promoting and traveling around the world while you were on the sidelines and comfort of your home, cheering him and his group on. Daily texts and calls kept both of you grounded and steady, but as time passed by, those texts and calls ceased to exist. You had been constantly ignored and you didn’t think much of it at first, after all, he was a busy man with a busy schedule. The tour had finally been coming to an end and he’d have the opportunity to come home to you, just in time for your one year anniversary. He had flown in 2 weeks precedent to your anniversary, and fuck, you were so happy to be with him again.

He had made a promise to you that you two would get to spend a lot more time together as he was coming back. You two had finally been living together again after what seemed like years as his group had gotten a break after such a hectic year. He would go to his company need to work on future projects and such and it didn’t bother you at first. He would typically come back home late while you were sleeping and leave early in the morning before you would wake up. As it occurred more frequently, you started to become more concerned. He was finally home for once and he wasn’t even making time to see you. You didn’t want to seem annoying and clingy so you decided to push these thoughts to the back of your head and keep them to yourself.

-

You had agreed to have a celebration at home, figuring all the restaurants in the vicinity would be closed by the time he’d get home. You patiently waited in the living room, coffee table filled with his favorite foods and snacks you were able to pick up at the local convenience store. He had told you the night before he’d be coming home at 9, a little later than you liked, but you let it slide nonetheless. You essentially cherished all the time you had with him anyway, whether it be a minute, an hour, or a month.

You mindlessly sat in the living room, not paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. Your ears were constantly alert and peeled, waiting for a familiar car to pull up to your driveway. Your eyes constantly shifted back to your front window, scanning the neighborhood to see if he was back yet or not.

Time ticked by like molasses, your patience and tolerance wavering as it went on. There were no signs of him and he wasn’t answering any of your calls and texts. You were in complete disbelief at the fact that he didn’t have the decency to spend time with you on your first anniversary. Everything you had been holding in was starting to seep out of you, anger and sadness fuming from your system as you ask yourself the same question: Why do you constantly put yourself in this situation? Being hopeful for something just to let it get torn down again. Is that what your relationship has turned into? An insurmountable lost hope?

For the first time, you realized all you’ve been doing his abiding by him, waiting for his cues, going off of his beck and call. You were being walked all over, and you didn’t realize until that moment. For the first time, you were fed up.

You groan in frustration as you snatch your phone from the coffee table. It was 2:34 AM. You furrow your brows as you see how late it is, and how many hours it’s been since he was supposed to come home. Your emotions took control of you as you hastily shut off the TV, charging into your room as you recklessly grab one of your backpacks and stuff random clothes into it.  You grab the nearest hoodie you could find and slipped it on as you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone. You abruptly halt at the doorway, deciding to write a small note for him before you left. What were the chances he would see it anyway?

I need some time alone to think. Please do not contact me during this time. -Y/N

You stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind you. You quickly started your car and pulled out of your driveway and into the streets. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just didn’t want to stay in that house any longer. The streets were empty and the sky was dull and overcast. You let the streets guide you, taking whatever twist and turn you happened to encounter. Your hands were gripped tightly along the steering wheel as tears slipped out of your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as you recalibrate your focus on the road ahead of you. You decided it’d be best to stay at a hotel for now, until you could think of a better solution to all of this. You were able to find a hotel that had lower rates since you literally bought it on the spot.

You checked into the hotel and quickly escaped to your room. You throw your backpack to the floor as you lower yourself into the cold, unfamiliar sheets of the bed. You contemplate your options. As much as you didn’t want to admit, all your actions leading up to that moment had been caused by pent up rage and frustration in the heat of the moment. In spite of that, you didn’t regret what you had done. It felt as if time had frozen and it would only continue once Jungkook became aware of what you had done. So you were going to wait.

-

Jungkook stumbled into the home, hair disheveled and vision blurry from his near sleepless night. While working at the studio he had unknowingly fallen asleep while working on a track. All of his members had already gone back home so there was no one to wake him up or remind him of his girlfriend that was waiting patiently back home for him, ready to celebrate a long-awaited and special day.

All traces of the anniversary had slipped his mind as soon as he slid into a deep slumber back at the studio. He trudges around the house and his eyes land on the organized display of snacks on the coffee table. His eyes shift to the blanket and pillow that you two tended to share was all crumpled on the couch. The lightbulb immediately lit in his mind as he put the pieces together and his eyes widen in absolute horror. He had forgotten your anniversary.

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking stupid!” he exclaims, the tone of disbelief in his voice increasing as he realizes his mistake.

“Y/N!” he cries out to you as he runs around the house, searching in all the rooms to see if you were there. He almost forgets the phone that laid in his back pocket until he takes it out, hoping to call you in hopes that you would respond. His phone lights up only to show how indecently late he was, 5:43 a.m, and the amount of missed calls and texts from you, the disappointment and dejection he sensed from you increasing as he read each text you sent to him. His jaw dropping incredulously as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep exhale.

“Fuck, what have I done?” he huffs out, his voice small and full of somber. The fact that he had forgotten a day as important as this was already encompassing his mind but more so, he couldn’t find you and it deeply startled him, he didn’t know where you were and where you could be at this hour. He walks back into the living room where he assumes you had been waiting and his focus shifts to the kitchen where he notices a small notepad and pen along with a torn piece of paper that seemed to have something inscribed on it. He squints as he walks towards the kitchen. He took the paper in his hands as he immediately recognizes your handwriting and his breath hitches as he reads your name. His feet stay rooted to the wooden tile of the kitchen as he freezes there with the paper in his hands. Dumbfounded was an understatement to whatever Jungkook had felt at that moment in time. A tear had involuntarily slid down his cheek. Was this it? Was this the end? Were you going to leave him and never come back? These were only a few out of the heap of questions that were running through his head. All he knew was that he needed to find you. And he needed to fix the mess he had just made.

Similar to you he had bolted out of the house and drove off, unaware of where you actually were but he figured if he had searched for long enough, he would be able to find you.

You had slept deep into the day, finally getting up only because you started to notice the consistent vibrations that came from your bedside table. Naturally, you figured it was Jungkook, you didn’t tell anyone else of your whereabouts since it was so sporadic and you certainly didn’t feel like conversing or informing anyone of your situation. Out of curiosity and the annoying blare of your phone, you decide to see who it is anyway. Much to your surprise, your best friend Seulgi’s beaming smile flashed on your phone screen as you pick up.

“Seulgi, hi,” your voice manages to croak out as you adjust to the sunlight peeking out of your window.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” she immediately asks, you can basically hear the frown lines etched into her forehead.

You groan into the mic of your phone as you speak back, “Seulgi, I can explain-”

“Jungkook’s been looking for you all night and asking everyone where you are,” she cuts you off.

“Seulgi,” you exhale, trying to suppress your anger, “he forgot our anniversary.”

“Oh my god.” she gasps, “you’re joking.”

“Did he not tell anyone?!” you shriek into the phone.

“No! He just said you left and he was looking for you and he was really scared and he even sounded like he was on the verge of tears and once I said I didn’t know where you were he just hung up!” she rambles on and on.

“Okay, yeah, he forgot and I got mad and I left,” you reveal, voice barely over a whisper.

“Y/N, I don’t blame you,” she reassures you, voice softening, “but, I think you should confront him about this.”

“Yeah, I know. I just needed some time to cool off and think.”

“Well, do you plan on breaking up with him?” she speaks timidly.

“I- I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to. I want to hear what he has to say.” you stutter, your mind in a complete frenzy.

“Hasn’t he been paying less attention to you these last couple of months?” she asks, “I rarely see you two go out anymore.”

“Yeah cuz we really don’t,” you confirm. “He’s been so focused on his career which I understand but, sometimes it just feels like he doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that he has a girlfriend.”

“Then why haven’t you told him that.”

“I don’t want to seem like the type of girlfriend to hold him back from doing what he loves. He’s invested so much time into his career.”

“Y/N, obviously not telling him how you feel has resulted in this mess. And okay, before you attack me, if he doesn’t have the decency to spend time with his girlfriend every once in a while then he doesn’t deserve your time and energy in the first place,” she advises you.

“I know that Seulgi, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“Then talk to him Y/N,” she softly mutters, “for the sake of your relationship with him.”

You hum in agreement but as you’re about to hang up she interjects, “Okay, but just remember, I’ll support whatever decision you make next. I know you’re wise enough to know what you deserve and what’s best for the two of you. Always here for you Y/N.”

“I don’t know where I’d be without you Seulgi. I’ll update you. I’ll head out now.” you smile into the phone.

“You got this Y/N!” she cheers as you hang up.

You had clear intentions on your mind but you couldn’t help but feel anxious and uncertain about what was to happen between you and Jungkook.

jungkook, i’m in sunset central hotel. if you want to talk, come here as soon as you can. Thanks.

Jungkook’s eyes widen to the size of saucers as soon as he saw your name flash onto his screen. He redirects his GPS to the hotel you were at, a 45-minute drive. He didn’t care, he just needed to find you.

-

You waited at the foot of your bed, feeling extremely uneasy about the whole confrontation. Your foot was constantly tapping on the wooden floors, as you played with your hands and glance back at your phone to check the time.

-

Jungkook finally reaches his destination as he surges through the front doors of the hotel, asking the front desk if you were still staying over. The front desk had called you and informed you that someone had come to see you and if it was okay for them to come over. You hesitantly obliged, cowering every time you heard Jungkook answering whatever questions he was required to answer.

It never really registered through Jungkook’s mind that he was supposed to talk to you. He just planned on spilling his heart out and hoping it would be enough for your forgiveness and just being able to hold you in his arms again.

He takes his time getting to your room. His movements are lethargic and hesitant, taking the time to gather his thoughts. He reaches the floor your room is on as he steps out of the elevator and scans the area to find where your room would be. He slowly walks as he sees your room number, he knocks softly at the door, staring at his shoes.

Your head snaps to the sound of his knocks, you take a deep breath as you stand up and slowly creak open the door. You don’t even bother to try to share any eye contact as you widen the door and motion him to come in.

“Y/N,” he begins, eyes still focused on the floor, “I’m,” he exhales, “I’m so sorry.” He slowly tilts his head up, analyzing your body language. Your hands were clasped in front of you as your eyes shifted back and forth to everything but Jungkook. You could feel his stare burning into you but dismissed it.

“Is that-,” you mutter, “is that all you came here to say to me?

“No!” he interrupts, causing you to flinch. His face softens at your reaction, “I- I fell asleep while working on a song and lost track of time.”

Your jaw clenches at his statement as you take a moment to let what he had told you sink in,  “And that makes it all okay?”

“No, of course, it doesn’t-”

“Jungkook, we were supposed to spend this time together with each other. You’re on an actual break for once and you’d still rather dedicate all your time to it instead of spending time with me. All your other members have been going on trips, seeing family, hanging out with friends,” you huff out, glaring at him as he looks at his shoes, “do I not matter to you anymore?”

Your last statement almost made him meltdown right there on the spot. The fact that he had made you believe that he didn’t care about you at all was already bad enough as it is.

He takes a step towards you and looks you straight in the eye, “No, Y/N,” he sighs in exasperation, trying to piece together what he was going to say, “we’ve just been getting so much publicity and gaining so much popularity and fame, I feel like they expect so much from us. And from me. I’m the Golden Maknae, I have to be good at everything and be able to do anything, but in reality, nothing’s working out and I’ve just been stressed as hell and wanting to see you.”

“I’ve never left Jungkook until yesterday, I’ve always been there waiting,” you reveal slowly, “and I really always want to be here for you. Ever since the tour, you stopped contacting me and I just thought you were busy but in the back of my mind, I started thinking that you just didn’t care anymore.”

“But I do, I always did.” he says, taking a step towards you.

“You haven’t proven otherwise, and I don’t want to reach this breaking point just so we can be happy and go through this all over again.” your voice cracks.

“I know, I don’t want that either, but, if this was bothering you for so long, why couldn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Do I really have to remind my own boyfriend to spend time with me?” you scoff as you shake your head in disbelief.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that, I mean we’ve never had any problems in our relationship up until now, and now that I’m thinking about it, you could’ve told me off and broke up with me a long time ago, but you never told me when you had any problems with me. Yes, I know the things I did were stupid as fuck but Y/N, being in a relationship while balancing my career is still new to me. I’m absolutely clueless and stupid and I need you to guide me so I can be there for you.”

“I-,” you sighed heavily, “I didn’t want to intrude. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“Hey, I’m always willing to give up time for you.” his responds as his eyes soften, “I know it sure as hell may not seem like it, but you shouldn’t prioritize my needs or whatever you think my needs are over yours. Now I’ve just been taking advantage of your leniency. How did I not notice? Fuck, I’m such a dumbass.”

You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, you knew what you were doing was selfless and you were extremely patient about it all, “I just figured that was the last thing you wanted you know, another thing to worry about on top of your career.”

“I thought about that at first too,” he agreed, biting his lip, “I realized later on that it really shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I care about you too much to let that happen and the more I got to know you, I realized that, well, you were worth it.”

You could feel his intense glare without even sparing him a glance, “Am I still worth it to you?”

You feel his hand envelop your own as steps towards you once again, “You always will be.”

“You’re making it really hard for me to keep being mad at you,” you huff, tightening your grip around his hand.

He noticed the fact that you were still avoiding eye contact and you remained distant. He tugs on your hand and pulls you close to him, breaking your personal barrier. He pulls you into a warm hug, something you both had craved for so long. The longing and acceptance for one another was mutual, but where were you two supposed to do from there on out?

He loosens his hold on you and pulls away slightly, “Are we okay?”

For the first time that day your eyes met his as you replied, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

Only time would tell.

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