#i should be close to 33 at this point but i stopped taking tests at 31

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

what does one do with forma in warframe?

i’ve leveled all the tenet and kuva weapons to 40 (some twice, one thrice)

i’ve got 1-3 forma in 40% of my arsenal and 4-10 forma in 10% of my arsenal

i’ve leveled bonewidow and voidrig to 40

most of my frames have at least a forma

all of my frames have an aura forma

ive got over thirty waiting for a new project lol

[darlingpwease]

It can still be easy to forget names, I read loads of books and sometimes I still struggle to remember names of some characters (a brag? Not really, it may be a sign to take a break but oh well, who can stop me lol <33) so it's not ur fault Dove, it's all good!!

this is in a good way

Oh, that's good that's good, very good :DDD

Don't be, this happens a stupid amount of times so it may happen again <//333

why a hole if there is the cute soft warm fluffy nest??? ?????? ?????????

Hmmmm............. a hole, or a nest,,,, what to choose, what to choose.......

ME TOO!! The amount of time I've gotten /s and /srs mixed up has been embarrassing, especially when it completely fucks the tone I try to express to people at times, it gets very awkward. Not only that, but sometimes when idk what to use or if I even should use it, I try to reread what I've written to make sure if I need to use them or not. Even then, jm still not sure–

No words can describe how much I hated middle school. Hs is pretty good tho, very chill, very calm..... besides testing.

AAAA YOU GET IT!!!! EXACTLY!!!!!

I never have been a huge omegaverse person, but I stumbled upon a work of top!omega×bottom!alpha and alpha×alpha, and it's like a whole new world was opened to me. I'm hooked. It's so fucking good and for what reason??

No reason needed. It's amazing. So good.

HELL YEAAHHHHHHH!!!

Yes yes, as Yuuta nervously fiddles with the hem of his skirt, he hasn't even shown you yet but he can already feel how hot his face is.. and when you end up pressing up against him, practically breeding him in the dressing stall, desperately trying to stay quite as he hears people walk by and getting into nearby stalls– he cums at the thought of being caught. And especially when you keep muttering into his ear how pretty he is, how adorable he is trying to keep in his moans.. He can't help but tighten up when you suggest that others may have already heard him,, Yuuta mewling at those words. It's not his fault your making him feel so good.

Or where Toge uses the photos and videos you send of you and Yuuta fucking as jackoff material. He is so incredibly thankful how generous you are,, <333 and even when he's used them to the point where he's memorized even the smallest details, he can't stop himself from cummin so much til he's empty. Babbling to himself, maybe thinking of himself in those situations too, becoming a deliciously made blubbering mess,,

Ur mind, Dove,,, I swear 🛐🛐🛐🛐

I don't care if it's unhealthy, it's fucking amazing!!! Intoxicating!!! Addictive!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!! <3333

Uhhhh we'll see lol, I hope it looks at least somewhat decent haha

SAVING!! I'm saving this. Gonna stash this away and use it as reference. Thank you so so soooo incredibly much for taking some time to write this out <333 ur so sweet /gen

My audience will mainly be targeted towards gn!reader, but I might do male!reader from time to time. As long as people can enjoy my work tho, then thats what matters to me <333 now I have a wonderful reference on what to tag!! :DDD

-panna cotta

"brag" no, dear, a lot of books read is something you should really be proud of <3 although in your performance it sounds like a red flag and you should take a short break /hj

stoooop it's melting!!! do you see??? it's melting more and more!!! </33333 /pos /hj

most of all, I like the moment that you really think what is better: my most beautiful and lovingly made nest or some kind of hole. I mean, some unpleasant things, infections and dirt can live in the hole, and this is still the most harmless, while the most terrible thing in the nest is me.

no, of course, I think a hole is safer than the nest, but you haven't seen it.

I feel like I'm being called out </3333 /hj

I hate how similar /s and/srs are and constantly confuse them, and when people ask, I feel so embarrassed, but I just sometimes forget that sarcasm exists </3333

so understand you,,,,, I'm constantly close to stopping using them altogether, but I can't completely give up. It's hard to use them, but I'm so used to it </3

middle school was so ugh. I'm so glad I'm not in it anymore.

I'm just fed up with alpha×omega that it no longer inspires. it was cool in the beginning, I love alternative biology, but apart from various variations there are no tensions and special attraction, you know? almost the same as hetero romance, except that the setting is more interesting, but over time these works begin to repeat themselves. alpha×alpha, omega×omega and betas have become more interesting, since their dynamics are much more flexible and ambiguous and require more meaning than alpha×omega — with the exception for dom!omega, dominant omegas are always wonderful.

I love these pheromones and different worlds with different levels of influence of instincts, it's very interesting, but I've apparently become too jaded. just give me alpha & beta-to-alpha who are courting each other and want to create a pack, and omegas who are very well aware of the impact of estrus and help each other in their time, while constantly breeding each other because their mate is too seductive. the usual pleasure, which is too little; disappointing </3

'so good' SO RIGHT!!!

1. Yuuta tries to restrain himself, but it's so difficult while you tease him about his skirt and how wet he is, probably from the realization that anyone can hear him, find out how slutty he is and how he likes to fuck in public places where everyone can hear him right while you fuck him, making him drool with delight, soaking a new skirt; when you lift the fabric higher, exposing his thighs and grabbing them, whispering (or growling) so that he does not cum before you, pinching his sensitive skin, and Yuuta involuntarily whines and moans — only to immediately shut his mouth,,,,,

your hands are so tenacious when you grab his hair, unobtrusively lifting his head higher, showing the reflection an absolute mess instead of the young man who entered here some time ago; but Yuuta doesn't care so much when he can only feel his body trembling with delight, feeling like with a new push he is getting closer and closer to the edge, — but you don't let him cum, growling that he is a good boy and listens to you and he tries to be like that, but his hips involuntarily part to the side just to feel you as much as possible </3

2. Yes!!! <3333

Toge is not a pervert, — no more than ordinary person — but when he closes his eyes and hears Yuuta, who whining your name, he knows what kind of scene is happening on his mobile screen, and maybe it should worry him more than it is, but Yuuta is so sweetly moaning, crying, whispering all sorts of lovesick nonsense while you reach your orgasm; begging you to cum while you're inside him, to take advantage of him, and Toge cums simultaneously with you and the last moans of Yuuta, excitedly thanking you for it, deliriously saying how he loves you and that you are the best thing that has happened to him while you are stroking his stomach, probably so hot and soft, filled and sensitive that Toge can't help but touch his own, at times colder and absolutely not full, in a post-orgasmic haze thinking that Yuuta is damn lucky with you.

you regularly fuck him, breeding him at every opportunity, and Toge does not know if he wants to be the one who makes Yuuta cry from another orgasm, forcing his body to try to hide from another stimulation, or to feel how you push your fingers inside his mouth, forcing him to make cute moans while exposing him the body, promising to take care of him and make sure that his body will ache from orgasms </3 maybe being fucked as much as Yuuta is, only able to whine about how good you are, only squirm, knowing that he can't even say a word to you, only moaning and whimpering when it becomes too much for him </33

shdgshdghdhdhd im insane

I know, pretty breadwinner, I know; at times more sociable & brainy when resonate with another brilliant panna cotta whose big brainy brain makes me work 1205% to match <3333

I am very uncompetitive and hate to compete, but when I meet smart and brainy people, I run after them with all my mental strength <3

it's going to be amazing, panettone. I remember I once gave advice about the aesthetics of the blog and the beginning of the blog, but I think they are very pointless — even if you are not perfect now, you will become so. you'll get better. you will become more beautiful. I mean, you're already beautiful, but experience shows that it gets even better over time, and I'm very interested in how you can become even more <333 you've started, and you should already be proud of yourself.

I mean, there is such a difference between my first blog, my last blog, my current blog and my temporary blog, it's a kind of gradation of aesthetics, and it will only get better over time. I know it. and you're going to get better and better <3

of course!!! all for you, my prettyfull one <3333

I, as a reader of gender neutral reader, very much approve <3 I once started writing gn reader and, although I have ambiguous moments now, still prefer to have them as the main audience. It's just closer to me; my people don't have to starve as much as I do. maybe I just don't get along well with male!reader & fem!reader writers, this is also a very likely reason /hj

[frank-satomi]

"Today, I woke up...."

(A blog of daily life and realizations)

Saturday: 04/13/24

I woke up at 6:30 to get prepared to meet up with my friends to jog around outlook and gibraltar. We met up and found out just how much jogging hurts not only for the legs, but for your breathing too. I distinctly remember having a sharp pain in my throat, as if I had swallowed knives down my throat. Our jogging slowly turned into a slow pace walk where we circled around the entirety of Gibraltar before taking a pit stop on Mansion to get some water, and to do some rounds of sprints. From that point I felt humbled by how much my body lacked endurance and exercise. Around 9:40 we dropped by the burger place right across our school, we bought one burger and divided it into 3. I was enlightened that you were allowed to add condiments to the plain burger. My whole life up to that point was full of naivety and missed opportunities. This day was also my first time getting a hit of the Cobra energy drink. The taste was distinct, sharp at first but then its sweetness traveled down your throat like a ferryman treading down a waterfall. After all of this, we all went our ways and traveled back to the comfort of our home. At home, panic arises as I was suddenly tasked with solving the Chi-square test in our research manuscript. The solution was anticlimactic, but the following tabulation rocked my world like no other. The night finally comes by and by some grace of God, me and my partner decided to sleep early, at the earliest we’ve slept (on purpose) being “10:40” in the evening. We both agreed to turn our phones upside down just to make sure that we wouldn’t tamper with it any further. This day humbled me, but reminded me that my shortcomings do not define me.

Sunday: 04/14/24

I woke up and my body was heavy. I think I'm gonna sit this day out for a bit. I decided to spend it working on school projects and some Commissions. I was there prepared to spend the day as a lazy couch potato. Finally by some miracle, I found the energy to finally face the commission I was tasked to, and got pretty far with the sketch, I let my client check it before proceeding any further. On this day, I got around to drawing another bunch of random things. I followed a tutorial I stumbled upon on facebook, and the results of the tutorial should be the second image on this post. I’m particularly proud that even on a quiet day, I got to accomplish something.

Monday. 04/15/24

I woke up at least 3 times this morning, and on the third time I woke up. The first two times were strange, waking up at my sleep, roughly around 2:25 am in the morning, the second time at 3:33 am (ohnoes spooky cursed hour). The day went by and as I write this in school, I use it to take note of pending deadlines. I have an artwork to finish by tomorrow, this blog to submit by Wednesday, and a business plan to accomplish along with my groupmates. I arrived home this afternoon with one thought in mind, “draw” and I simply couldn’t wait to finish the drawing I was working on for one of my subjects. Lo' and behold, using the wrong marker color pigment, and the sketch was completely ruined. I sucked up my tears and made something close to it. It should be one of the images attached on this blog. To be an artist, is to have to bear the failures made up from the intense passion and sheer excitement that spurs from the moment, we must keep moving that brush until we’ve made up for it. In life, we'll go through many hiccups, but we can't stop all of it from happening, so we might as well keep moving on.

[martinhouse]

If you're thinking about replacing your windows, read this first

If I could go back in time, it'd probably not be for super socially solid reasons like avoiding the Great Depression or stopping Hitler. I'd probably go back in time to stop the inventor of vinyl.

Vinyl is the bane of any preservationist. I refer to Big Vinyl in my life more often than I should care to admit, like it's this single entity taking over the populous with its wastefulness and less-than aesthetic value.

Sometime after the big housing boom of the post WWII era, Big Vinyl hired the best marketing firm available to them, and every homeowner with a turn-of-the-century or older home was pressured into replacing their "drafty old windows" with these new-fangled energy efficient double-or-triple paned vinyl replacements. They were also swindled into covering up their lap or cedar siding with the same material but that's a discussion for another day. The vinyl window manufacturers convinced homeowners their current wood windows leaked cold air and led to higher energy bills, and of course these people were willing to invest in these glamorous new inventions in order to save a few bucks on the gas bill, who wouldn't?

But the thing is, the old craftsmen of yore were smart folks. They built homes to stand the test of time: centuries even. The concept of Planned Obsolescence would've been as foreign as the internet to them. They built these windows from materials that not only would last centuries, but also built them in a way they could be maintained by any homeowner with rudimentary tools and a weekend afternoon. Vinyl replacement windows are the beginning to a long lineage of trash. Once that vinyl replacement window you've installed in your home fails, and fail it will as plastic, when exposed to cold, heat, and sunlight, ultimately does fail, it cannot be maintained. The entire sash must be removed, taken to the landfill, and replaced again.

Wood sashes are fairly simply removed from their casings to be reglazed, repainted, and returned to their location. In the case of a double or single hung window, simply pop off the stop, remove the sashes, perform the maintenance, and return them. Casement windows are even simpler to remove -- simply pop out the hinge pins and remove the sash. I will recommend a couple of books on the subject at the bottom of this post.

I've looked at many homes with buyer clients who immediately think once they close on the house they need to replace old windows that have been painted shut, or are missing sash cords, or leak cold air. With a little bit of consideration and a little more effort, you can get these old windows working for you in very little time.

The question, of course, is always energy savings. The idea behind new replacement windows is that they're double or even triple paned, allowing a space for "neutral" air to rest between the panes of glass and thereby keeping your house cool or warm, season-dependent. If your old, character-filled single-pane windows are well glazed (no access point for air to move through the window) and fitted with a proper storm window, they are no less energy efficient than their newer counterparts. Spend some time on google just to see who is telling you the new windows are so much more energy efficient: the "studies" have been paid for by companies such as Andersen, Window World, Pella...in other words, window manufacturers who stand to make money off you! The average cost of a replacement window is $650, including the labor. Now consider this over an entire house: our home has 30+ windows. That's nearly $20,000 in windows. Our energy bill is typically $250/mo if you average out cooling and heating seasons (we have storm windows). So let's pretend that goes down to $200/mo (it wouldn't, I promise, but let's just play pretend). That's a savings of $600/year. It would take over 33 years to make up the cost of the replacement windows. Now, I ask...will the replacement windows last that long? It's unlikely. The service life of a vinyl window (and please, take this with a grain of salt, I scrolled for a long time before giving up and just taking the first hit on google which was a window manufacturer) is 20-40 years.

And for a little dose of anecdotal evidence: when my parents first bought their 1908 American Foursquare home in Illinois, the windows had been neglected and leaked cold air. They replaced all of the windows with double paned vinyl. This did reduce their energy bills (of course it would, the old windows leaked cold air, they needed to be maintained). However, when several of the windows were less than 5 years old, their spring action mechanisms failed and they were unable to stay in the open position under their own volition. We had a houseful of 1xs stationed on the windowsills of every room to prop them open. And what's one of the biggest complaints of old windows? They don't stay up. I bet 90% of the sash weights are still in the sash pockets of the windows that don't stay up, and all they need is a sash cord. Bullocks!

When you consider the climate crisis, do we really want to contribute to the amount of trash in the landfill by replacing our replacement window every few decades? Or should we spend a little bit of time maintaining our wood windows that have been built specifically for your home and have the potential to last generations? A gallon bucket of Sarco type M Glazing Putty is $85. That'll glaze a lot of windows.

I'll touch on the character defining aspects of wavy glass and wood windows in another post.

Please consider the following books if you're interested in maintaining your own wood windows:

[triforceangel13]

The Werewolf’s Mate Ch. 33 (A BakuDeku Werewolf Au)

Chapter 33: Taking A Stand

���Izuku, will you please put the necklace back on,” Katsuki sighed as he looked to his mate that looked excitedly out the window.

The hybrid looked to him wth a small pout but nodded, reaching in his pocket for the neckalce and slid it on his neck.

“But it feels so nice,” Izuku said. “I don't have to worry about the feel of that sting from the sun anymore.”

Katsuki rest his hand on his knee, petting his skin a moment. “I get it Izuku. I do. But...for the ease of my mind until I'm used to it, could you just wear it for now?”

“For you Katsuki I will,” Izuku told him, patting the wolf with his hand. “And once you're comfortable we don't have to worry.”

“For now you should keep it on,” Kirishima pointed out from the driver's seat, glancing quickly at Izuku through the mirror. “Until we can establish you talking to both species, we should keep the illusion up.”

Izuku frowned a bit but nodded his head. He didn't want to hide what he really was. He knew it was dangerous information in the wrong hands however.

He didn't know what weaknesses he had when it came to vampirism and werewolf as well. He changed to the moon, but he was alright with sunlight now.

What other things were alright and what weren't?

And how would he be able to feed? Would he still need to feed from Katsuki only or would he be able to eat human food again and gain sustance from that?

It was all so confusing to think about and even made his head hurt a bit.

But he also had been mumbling which Katsuki nudged him a bit.

“Sorry,” Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head a bit in embarssment. He tended to do that quite frequently lately. The more anxious he was the stronger the urge.

“We'll figure it out,” Katsuki said. “We will have to do more controlled tests with Uruaka later on. But right now we have to focus on the task at hand and adressing both the vampires and the werewolves as one.”

“This could finally put peace between the two,” Mina said from the passenger seat. Katsuki rubbed Izuku's leg more. The two of them were tucked in the back of his car as Kirishima drove them home, taking turns with him and in when he got too tired.

“Hope so. Would be nice not wanting to fight others to protect ourselves,” Kirishima added.

Izuku sighed a little bit and leaned his head onto Katsuki's shoulder.

“I just want things to go back to normal,” he admitted softly to Katsuki.

The blonde rubbed his shoulder a bit, understanding what it was that he meant. Back before he had been turned unwllingly. Back before all this being the leader nonsense.

Back when things had made sense. Where he was a human with his werewolf boyfriend. It was amazing how far they had come now.

“One day,” Katsuki said to him pecking his head gently and closed his eyes as he pulled Izuku closer to him with his arm around his shoulder.

Izuku let out a small sigh and then relaxed next to him.

It was only a matter of moments until Izuku was snoring softly next to him.

“Is he going to be okay?” Mina asked softly as Katsuki pet his hair and admired the soft look over him next to his shoulder.

“I hope so,” Katsuki said, looking to Kirishima. “We have to be prepared for any form of attack that might come.”

“I know,” Kirishima said softly, tone a little morbid. “When we left to help you, things were not looking good at all.

“Considering I almost died a week ago, yeah I should have figured that,” Katsuki sighed heavily. Kirishima looked at him in the mirror, the obvious scowl on his face at the news. “Izuku saved me, that's all.”

“That might have been another contributing factor to Izuku's transformation in the end,” Mina offered but Katsuki didn't want to hear more of that.

He just wanted to rest. They had been going non stop for weeks, he just wanted a chance to rest with the man next to him.

Closing his eyes he relaxed, the heavy feeling of his own necklace sitting around his neck.

He had still yet to tell Izuku about the whole meaning with it and what he really was deep down. He knew Izuku was important to them now, otherwise why would the werewolves be so adament to get Katsuki back as well.

With these thoughts brewing around in the blonde's mind he let himself finally fall asleep, keeping a protective arm around his shoulders to hold him close.

*

Izuku woke up to the sound of Kirishima cursing, the car picking up speed.

“What's going on?” Izuku asked, rubbing one of his eyes. Katsuki was up and alert next to him, a scowl on his face as he looked out the window.

“Why would they send the attack force after us?” Mina asked.

“They know he's in here. They think he's a threat,” Kirishima grrumbled a bit, looking to Katsuki in the mirror. “Your call. What do you want to do.”

“Kacchan?” Izuku said nervously.

“It'll be okay,” Katsuki said, holding onto one of his hand. “Just the werewolf attack force is trying to get us to stop. We were so close to home too...”

So close that they could have hidden away in his home again or something. But he was sure their locatoon had been leaked or something.

There was no doubt eyes were all over them.

“I have to try to explain to them the situation. They knew I'm part of the council now,” Katsuki said to him.

“You think they'll listen?” Mina asked.

“We have to try,” Katsuki said. “Pull over before they cause an accident or a scene. We don't need humans involved.”

Kirishima hesitated but then pulled the car over to a stop.

However as soon as he did Izuku's door was thrown open and he was dragged out of the back. He let out a cry, fighting agaisnt the wolves trying to detain him as best as he could.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried out but his mouth was quickly muffled as a piece of cloth was wrapped around his face, silencing him. He struggled hard, but evey time he managed to get a hand or leg free he was grabbed again.

He couldn't take all of these wolves at once.

Katsuki launched from the car, anger boiling beneath the surface.

“Enough!” he roared at them. The wolves stoppped, but not before shoving Izuku to the ground, one even kicking him in the stomach to make him hunch over.

The hybrid whimpered, curling himself up into a ball as best as he could in this positon, tears streaming down his face in fear in pain.

“Who gave you the order to attack him,” Katsuki snapped.

“The coucnil,” one responded. “They said to bring the vampre in that had stolen you away.”

“No one stole me away,” Katsuki growled. “Let him go.”

“Okay,” the werewolf said with a smirk, taking a step back so that the sun beat down on Izuku's back. As the sun did nothing he looked confused.

“You're lucky that the situation is different than you think otherwise you'd be a dead man,” Katsuki growled, taking a step forward and pulling the necklace of the bat out of his shirt. “He's under my protection. If anyone even lays another finger on him, I will snap it off. Do you understand?”

There were mumbles of understanding and Katsuki knelt down, reaching to pull the cloth away from Izuku's face.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle after such anger before.

Izuku shook his head, pushing himself up into Katsuki's awaiting arms.

At that answer he glared at the other wolves who looked at him a little uneasy after what thye had had done.

He kissed Izuku's head. He didn't care if anyone knew of them now. He was pissed and he just wanted this crap to end.

“Take me to them,” he stated to them.

They looked at one another nervously, Katsuki hearing Mina and Kirishima getting out of the car. Seeing the sight before them Mina came to their side first, checking to see if Izuku was alright.

“But they-”

“I don't care,” Katsuki snapped at them, standing up with Izuku in his arms who winced and rubbed at the sore spot on his stomach. “Take me to them now. This has gone on long enough and it's time we put a stop to this.”

“He's a vampire,” another responded.

“Vampire or not, he is my mate,” Katsuki declared to her. “I have information that is going to change the course of our history. Now bring me to them. Now.”

“Follow us,” the head of this small pack told him. “We are about ten minutes away from base. You may take your own car.”

Katsuki glared but gave a slight nod and turned back to the car.

Kirishima frowned, opening the door for Katsuki and helped Izuku inside, laying him down. The blonde slid inside with him, propping Izuku's head on his lap.

Kirishima held the door and looked around at the gorup as they climbed into their van, waiting for Kirishima's signal to go ahead and lead.

“No matter what, we should be on guard,” Kirishima said. “We may be the same creatures but I don't like how easy that was. It's like they wanted this?”

“Perhaps they wanted Katsuki to admit he was one of the councilman?” Mina suggested.

“Hope not. Cuz honestly I don't want it,” Katsuki growled. “Let's get the hell on the way. I need to feed Izuku. Before we get there.”

“Got it. I'll start following,” Kirishim said, cloinsg the door and gave a  wave to the other wolves to take the lead on the road.

Once they started moving Katsuki pressed his wrist to Izuku's lips as he laid on his lap. Izuku shook his head, green eyes glassy and scared.

Katsuki comfotted him as best as he could with his hand, stroking his green curls to try to make him as comfortable as possible.

“It'll be okay. Just drink what you need to heal, alright?” he asked.

Izuku hesitated but nodded, gently biting into Katsuki's wrist and started to slowly drink the blood that had welled up there.

Katsuki leaned his head back at the familiar burn in his wrist as Izuku drank. This time however, there was nothing sensual of it. It was just clear needing to heal.

He would do whatever he could to protect Izuku. He had to protect him from all things that they could use on a vampire, just in case his werewolf side didn't protect him from all.

“I won't let anything happen to you,” Katsuki promised him. “I won't let anyone take you away from me ever again.”

Izuku pulled from his wrist slowly, licking the little drops from his wrist and gave him a small smile.

“I know Kaachan.”

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[modelbus]

Hi—I have a small request, and it’s ok if you don’t write it—I’m a pre-nursing student and I have my entrance exam coming up Monday and I’m freaking out about it. I was wondering if you could write something where Wilbur’s maybe comforting his s/o gearing up for the entrance exam, or maybe helping them study and making sure they don’t panic? Tysm in advance <<33

Good luck, you’re going to ace it!! <<33

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Nervous (pre-)Nurse

“Take a break darling, this isn’t healthy.”

You barely lift your head from all the notes and books to look at your boyfriend try and reason with you. It was like you were in your own little palace of books and papers with how many things you had scattered around you.

“Just a little more and then I’ll come to bed.” You dismiss.

If you didn’t pass this entrance exam, you were doomed. Okay, maybe not really, but it sure felt like that. You were just trying to be a nursing student, and if you failed that meant you’d have to wait.

“You’re going to do great and we both know it. Please, take care of yourself.” Wilbur begs, crossing through your maze of stuff to stand behind you.

“I’m taking care of myself!” You protest, but think back on how many hours you’ve been studying and correct, “mostly.”

“And that’s not healthy.” He points out, hands falling to your shoulders. They start to lightly massage out the tension, warmth radiating outwards from him. Now that you’ve stopped focusing on words you realize just how cold you are. Wilbur always kept his flat freezing for some reason.

“I need to pass this.” You sigh.

“You will! I’ll even help you study tomorrow. But first, sleep.”

With another sigh, you make a mark of where you left off before closing the book.

“Alright.” You give in.

“Come on then. Bed and cuddles.”

“…you’re just touch-starved aren’t you?”

Wilbur shakes his head, denying your half-joking question. “It’s scientifically proven cuddles will help you.”

“Oh, if it’s scientifically proven.” Rolling your eyes, you stand up to head to bed.

Although you willingly settle down, resigning yourself to the fact that you’re done studying for the night, you can’t help but feel like shit. If you fail the exam, then it’ll be because of this. The night you took off.

Now that you’ve thought it, the idea won’t leave. It makes you restless, unable to close your eyes and relax.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Wilbur mumbles into your shoulder.

“Sorry, it’s stupid, I know-“

“Hey, no no no. It’s not stupid.” He quickly says, interrupting you. “Talk to me. The entrance exam?”

“Yeah. I just- ugh. What if I fail? What if I’m not studying enough?”

“What if you pass? What if you know everything on the test?” He counters. “Love, I know you. You’re smart and caring and going to pass.”

“But what if I don’t?”

“I’m an omniscient all-knowing being. You will. Besides, I have money. I have fame. What’s a little bribe?”

“Wil!”

“I’m kidding! You’re going to pass.”

“…thank you.” You say quietly.

“I love you. Pass or fail.” He reminds you.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you finally relax. Wilbur’s right. You’re going to pass. And if you don’t, then you’ll have his support for the next try.

“I love you too. Omniscient all-knowing being or not.”

“Good, because I’m not actually an omniscient all-knowing being.”

Unable to help it, you laugh. For the first time since you signed up for the entrance exam, you sleep at a reasonable time without dreaming of studying.

In the morning, when you cast a guilty glance to your study corner, Wilbur offers a compromise to make you eat breakfast.

“Let’s go out. You can tell me all about the mitochondria.”

“Is that the only thing you know from biology?”

“Maybe, maybe not. That’s why you should tell me all about everything.” He winks, grabbing your coat for you.

And when you finally sit down and take the exam, it turns out Wilbur was right. You pass with flying colors.

[haoplum]

Happy Bunny | l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x f!reader

Genres: smut (18+), fluff (?? kinda?), dom!chan

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, degrading (like once, pretty minimal), oral (f receiving), language, marking, creampie, unprotected sex (get tested and stay safe xoxo) lmk if i missed anything pls!!!

WC: ~4k

Desc: It's your final party as a senior, and you're determined to talk to your crush: Chan.

A/N: First post here and my first time writing smut in general waaaa hope it’s not too terrible <33 

It was your final senior party. That being said, you didn’t go to all that many. Somehow, Vernon had managed to convince you to come to this one - seeing as he had nobody else to go with and wanted to do matching outfits. You were even more reluctant when you found out it was a costume party of all things. You hate spending money on costumes you’ll wear once but Vernon teased, “Come on you can dress all slutty and maybe get the attention of your crush at long last. This is your last chance, you know!”

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you started pestering him for ideas for what to wear as your costume. After Vernon had smoked a joint (calling it his thinking joint), he came up with the marvellous plan of magician and bunny - not too couple-y but definitely matching, as well as ticking off the slutty box for you. You were particularly enthusiastic about it, legally blonde being one of your favourite films and all. So, you decided to basically copy that exact outfit, just adding a small pink tennis skirt because you knew how men could act sometimes and didn’t want to attract too much attention - at least not from anyone other than your crush, Chan.

When the night of the party came, you couldn’t stop fussing over your makeup. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was refusing to fit, and it was making you way more frustrated than it should. Vernon, having noticed your distress, had gone to pour some shots of tequila, bringing them back on a little tray accompanied by lime and salt. As you saw him return in the corner of your mirror which you were leaning ever so close to, you turned to him with a pleased grin and picked up the shot closest to you.

“Now get that frown off your face, let’s have some fun for once.” he proclaimed, clinking his glass against yours, careful not to spill any of the precious liquid. And with that, the two of you eagerly finished the six shots between you, wincing a little at the end and laughing at the faces the two of you had pulled. 

The party was at some random senior’s house, Vernon didn’t bother telling you whose, and it was just around the corner from your house, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about lifts or anything. As you approached the house you fiddled with the straps of your bodysuit, making sure your chest was showing just the right amount. Vernon chuckled as he watched you, taking in how well your clothes hugged your waist. He’d never been into you, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think you were attractive in the slightest.

When you were just a couple of houses down, you could already hear music blasting from the house and people cheering. At this point, you almost wanted to turn around, thinking you weren’t even close to drunk enough for this ordeal. As if he could read your mind, he spoke up - “There’s gonna be drinks inside, you know. First thing to do when we get through those doors is find the alcohol and get smashed.”

After steeling your nerves, you let out a sigh and nod, feeling very ready to not remember the night by the morning. “Okay! Let’s go.”

Just as planned: as soon as you walked through the door that was sloppily kept open by an empty beer keg, you waded through the crowd to arrive at the kitchen where the table was covered with bottles of every spirit and mixer imaginable, along with some questionable looking punch, of course. Looking at Vernon for suggestions, you were met with a shrug as he sidled off to lean against the counter while he loaded his grinder with weed (which he had pulled out from under his cape). Unhelpful, as always. You furrowed your eyebrows and picked up a vaguely sticky bottle of spiced rum, pairing it with some wonderfully flat pepsi. This was definitely the consequence of getting there an hour and a half after the party had commenced, but it seemed better than coming before it really kicked off. At the very least, you could still get drunk.

“You wanna get pissed but you’re using mixer?” Vernon shouted over the music, hoping you could hear him.

“Well, you didn’t give me any help!”

“Okay, okay, fine!” he shook his head, placing his stuff back in his cape before coming over to the table. “Let’s just have more tequila shots. There’s no lime or salt around by the looks of it though..” he whined with a small pout. You couldn’t help but giggle as he begrudgingly poured you both generous shots in glasses that were definitely not made for that purpose. “Drink up, bunny!”

It’d been a good half an hour since your second round of shots, and you could definitely feel the alcohol hitting your bloodstream. You’d absentmindedly been scanning the crowd for any sign of Chan but to no avail, his closest friend wasn’t anywhere to be seen either. 

Vernon had been sitting out the front smoking, so you hadn’t seen much of him either which meant you mainly just stuck to the wall and observed people, until someone approached you.

“Hey, you were in my chem class, right?” he inquired.

It was Jun - he only shared that one class with you and in all honestly you were pretty surprised he remembered you. He spent virtually all of his time in that lesson being loud and messing around with his friends, all while maintaining a good grade somehow - you sort of admired him for that.

“Oh, yeah! Nice alien suit.” you replied, leaning close to his ear to make sure he could hear you.

“You look really good in that bunny costume, by the way.” he said with a smile that you couldn’t quite discern the intention of. Instead of giving a reply, you smiled faintly and took a sip of your drink while looking over at the front door. Just as you did, you spotted two men walking through the door holding multipacks of beers up on their shoulders - Hoshi and Chan.

While you’d never been that close with Chan, the two of you were friendly since you were both members of the dance club. He’d been part of it since the start of high school, while you only joined a year or so ago, which meant he was a lot closer with the team than you were. To be honest, you only really joined it because of him, so he’d know who you were at the very least. Instinctively, you started making your way to the direction he seemed to be walking, before stopping in your tracks as you put two and two together and realised he was most likely coming to the kitchen to drop off the beers. So, you stayed put - much to Jun’s amusement. 

Hoisting the beers down from his shoulders, he lumped them onto the counter, people immediately opening the boxes to take some.

“Look at these monsters, getting through this shit so fast.” he laughed, mainly talking to Hoshi, but his gaze shifted over to you as he did. When he noticed you, the corners of his lips tugged up into a full-fledged smile, bearing his spiky canines. He was dressed as a vampire: hair slicked back, fake blood running down his chin, a black waistcoat - but he didn’t need the tacky fake fangs. His teeth could probably pass for a vampire’s already.

Once he’d made his way over to you, he pulled you into a hug, his defined forearms wrapped securely around his waist. While this took you completely off guard, you tried to remain composed and talk to him calmly. The smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne wafted over you when he pulled away, letting you know he’d definitely already had quite a bit to drink.

“It’s nice to see you here!” you smile.

He cocks his head at you, grin still wide, “What do you mean by that? You know this is my house, right?”

Your mouth quickly formed an ‘oh’ and it suddenly seemed to make sense why Vernon was so hellbent on convincing you to come. Regardless of your expression, he just laughed softly and took the empty cup out of your grasp. “Now.. I know that it looks bad,” he paused as he filled your glass with the mystery punch, ��but I swear it’s actually kinda tasty. You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” you replied, smiling to yourself. You carefully took the cup from him, lightly brushing your fingers against his by accident. Though you were rather unconvinced, you took a small sip and looked up at him with surprise, nodding your head in approval. 

Hoshi and Jun had been sort of awkwardly standing around, not quite knowing what to do while the two of you talked. Eventually, Hoshi took the hint to leave and shouted “I’m gonna go dance with Jun, come find me if you need me!”, which gained no real response from Chan other than a thumbs up, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

“Do you not want to dance too? I can go and find my friend, it's okay!” 

“No, I don’t want to dance with Hoshi.” he confirmed, still having his gaze locked onto you. You weren’t quite sure where to go from there, so you continued sipping at your drink, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Actually, follow me.” Without giving you time to react, he grabbed your wrist and started striding through the crowd, out the back door. You stumbled after him, desperately trying not to spill your drink and keep your balance as people pushed past you. 

So here you are: sitting on a bench swing in a secluded part of his garden, kept secret by the bushy trees and long grass. Between the two of you, it’s mainly just silence with a bit of background noise from the house.

“You’re not cold out here, are you?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Not really, the alcohol is keeping me warm enough.” you confirm, entering calm silence once again as the trees rustle with wind passing through them. 

“You know, I wish I had taken the chance to talk to you more in dance.”

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You’d always observed him from afar because he came off as very much out of your league, being friends with all of the popular guys and generally getting a lot of girls. He’d been looking at you too?

“Chan, how drunk are you right now?”

“Mmmmmm… not very? Actually, quite.” He was very drunk for sure. You very much doubt he’d remember a single thing you said by tomorrow.

“Okay, well, I always wanted to talk to you. I actually kinda joined dance because of you.”

As soon as those words passed your lips, his head whipped around and he stared at you in absolute awe, causing a little giggle from you. “Is that really so shocking to you? You’re incredible.”

He opens his mouth as if to send back a sassy retort, but instead pauses to think for a second, rubbing his temples theatrically. “Incredible how?”

You find him so very cute. You can’t fathom that this is the same man who dances with so much charm and appeal. “Are you just trying to squeeze compliments out of me, sir?” you question teasingly.

“Maybe? So what if I am!”

“Fine. You’re an extremely talented dancer, you’re kind to everyone even when they tease you, I really admire you,” you’re thrown off by how softly he’s watching you as you ramble and your brain completely shuts off, going into autopilot. “...and I really want to kiss you right now.”

His eyes shift from a soft gaze to a dark stare as he places one hand mid-way up your thigh, the other finding the back of your neck, slowly pulling you in. It feels like an absolute fever dream as you press your plush lips into his. You can taste the remains of strong liquor as he gently teases the parting of your lips with his tongue. If you weren’t on a swing, you would already be straddling his lap by now, but you settle for holding the side of his face and feeling across the muscles of his back needily. 

As he greedily pulls you closer to him, he groans into the kiss, only worsening the mess in your lacy underwear. You can feel his hand inching up your thigh, coming to rest just under the hem of your dangerously short skirt, urging you to finally pull away. “We can’t be doing this on a swing, Chan.” you whisper breathlessly, standing up and making it your turn to drag him through the crowd.

Not caring about the fake blood undoubtedly smeared across your face, you rush back into the house through the sea of people, afraid that your knees could buckle at any moment. “You don’t even know where my room is,” he laughs, “follow me.” And with that, you’re back to being dragged along. Making your way up the stairs, the crowd becomes sparser, and you finally have enough space to walk next to him. 

He forcefully pushes his door open only to see two people making out on his bed - Vernon and some random girl. “Get the fuck out.” Chan shouts, making them both turn their heads towards you, Vernon noticeably more shocked than the girl. As he passes you, he gives you a smirk and mouths ‘you’re welcome’ before disappearing, Chan slamming the door behind him.

Moving swiftly, he pins you against the door, forcing his knee between your legs and smiling at the sight of your flustered expression. “Is this better for you, princess? Fit your standards?” You can’t muster anything other than a small whimper in reply, clinging to the sides of his waistcoat. 

“I guess that’s a yes.” is all he comments before resuming what you’d paused. He lets his hands freely roam your body as your arms make their way up to his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging occasionally. With every pull, you feel his breath hitch against your lips and his hands falter momentarily before he regains composure. Just as you’d gotten fully into the rhythm, someone outside bumps into the door with enough force for your knees to give out, landing you firmly on his thigh. Though he could pick you back up with ease, he chooses to press his leg harder against your core, earning the moan from you he’d been searching for. “God you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, Channie” you forced out, practically begging for more friction.

“Well, I don’t show this to most people.” he grinned, moving a hand up to your neck and running his thumb along your jawline. He slides his thumb up to your lips and you open them without hesitation, sucking gently while making sure to maintain eye contact as his focus flickers between your eyes and lips. His thumb came out of your mouth with a pop, and as soon as it did, he hiked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you across the room to the bed and confessing “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

He sat down at the top of his bed, leaning against the headboard with you straddling him, as if he knew exactly what you'd wanted earlier. In this new position, you could feel his hardness pressing against you, making you mindlessly grind against him, trying to satisfy your own needs. He obliged, firmly holding his hands on your hips, guiding you along the outline of his dick. You lean down, starting with a small kiss but becoming more and more greedy by the second. Him softly moaning into the kisses only fueled you further, making you grind down harder and whine against his lips as he repeatedly makes contact with your clothed clit. 

“I need you so bad.”

“Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do to you?” he spoke against your lips, impatiently making sure your hips never stopped moving back and forth.

“Mmh I don’t know, just make me feel good… please.”

While he could try to force more specifics out of you, he’s simply too eager to please. He moves his hands up a little, finding the zip of your skirt with ease, lifting you up slightly to tease it off of you, feeling your hips and thighs along the way and savouring every inch. He smoothly runs his fingers along your clothed folds before making a suggestion: “How about you sit on my face? I wanna taste you.” He looks up with eager eyes and a small smirk while he gropes your ass.

You watch him closely, trying to find any hint of hesitation in his expression. “I would love that if you’re up for it.”

Without any form of a pause, he slides down to lie flat on the bed, positioning himself right under your practically dripping cunt. He looks up to your face which is looking down at him with slight concern. “I’m not gonna suffocate. If I need you to lift up your hips I’ll tap the side of your thigh, okay?” he comforted, receiving a small sigh of relief and smile from you. Once he’d made sure you were okay, he pushed your bodysuit and panties to the side, taking in the sight and grinning before pulling you down onto his face by your ass. 

You can’t help but squirm as his tongue comes into contact with your clit, only stimulating yourself more with the movement. Desperately trying to keep your balance, you grip the headboard with one hand while the other is buried in his thick brown hair. You watch him, his eyes closed in bliss as he laps up the wetness that’d been pooling at your entrance, his nose rubbing against your bud. As you grind softly, your hips stutter from the overwhelming pleasure, hoping your moans can’t be heard by anyone over the loud pop music coming from downstairs. He firmly wraps his lips around your clit, looking up to see your flushed face as you push against his mouth and whine, feeling the climax building in your stomach.

He takes one of his hands off of your ass, trailing it around your thigh until he finds his way to your core, slowly pushing his index finger in, feeling you tense around him. As he curls his finger, you flinch at the new sensation, needing more. “Mm please Channie” you sigh, furrowing your eyebrows and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

Obediently adding another finger, he stretches your cunt out slowly, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You absentmindedly pull his hair, making a groan leave his lips, the sound vibrating against you, tipping you over the edge. As you hit your high, your juices gushed into his pleading mouth, and you could feel him smiling against your folds in satisfaction. Until now, you hadn’t noticed him needily bucking his hips, trying to handle his own horny-ness. You smile to yourself as he lets you right out your high, slowly removing his fingers from you as you lift up your hips with wobbly legs. He supports the underneath of your thighs gently as you shuffle down his body. “I think it might be your turn, Channie.”

With a chuckle, he responds, “While I love the idea, I’m not sure how long I’d be able to last if you did that.”

You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Mm okay, suit yourself.”

“Maybe next time, hmm?” he suggests, holding the side of your face softly. Your heart warms at the fact he’s already thinking about spending more time with you. “But right now, I really wanna be inside you, princess.”

He leans forward a little, bringing you back into a kiss as your hands busy themselves unbuttoning his waistcoat while he hooks his fingers under the straps of your pink bodysuit. He moans into this kiss as you go back to sitting on his dick, helping him slide your clothes off, now just in your matching black lingerie. Sitting up, he shrugs his waistcoat off and pulls his now slightly wrinkled white shirt over his head, joining the floor pile. You become slightly distracted by his figure, his toned body now on full display, sitting under your hands.

He moved his hands up to sit on the small of your waist asking, “Do you want me to grab a condom, lovely?”

“If we’re both clean then I’d rather it just be you..” you reply with a small smirk creeping up on your lips.

“Fuck.. you’re gonna be the end of me.” he gawks, watching his palms trace the sides of your body. You let out a small giggle and trail your fingers down to his belt buckle, swiftly unbuckling it and unzipping his pinstripe trousers, palming him through his boxers as you do. With a look of concentration on his face, he tugs his trousers and boxers off in one fell swoop, his dick hitting his abdomen with a small slap.

You’re pleasantly surprised by his size: average length, but thick in girth. You eagerly take the throbbing tip in your hands as he helps to take your panties off, his hands fumbling as you pleasure him. Too needy to wait, you position yourself, lining him up with the entrance as he watches you. “Are you ready?” he checks.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you smile. Unexpectedly, he pushes you straight down to the base with a cocky grin, making you let out a moan louder than you intended, rushing to grip onto his shoulders for support.

“Feel good, princess?” he whispers in your ear, kissing and nibbling your lobe. All you can muster is a nod as you bury your face in his neck. After a small pause while you adjust to his size, Chan not rushing you, you begin to roll your hips back and forth. He reaches up to undo the clasp of your bra with one hand, the other holding your hips firmly down. Once he’s removed it, he makes you arch your back slightly with a press at the back of your waist, bringing your breasts closer to his face. He takes your left nipple in his mouth, sucking diligently as he rolls the right between his thumb and middle finger.

The tips of your fingers start to dig into his shoulder leaving small red crescents in his tan skin. You’re both moaning messes, his sounds muffled against your skin, yours next to his ear only turning him on more. He slowly kisses up your chest to your neck, leaving small marks showing the path his mouth took, until reaching your lips. The make out was sloppy, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths, you bobbing up and down on him. “’m so close.” you speak against his lips.

“Cum for me then.”

His dominant attitude tightened the coil in your stomach, and he could feel you tighten around him. “That’s a good girl, cum on my dick.” And with that, your walls start spasming for the second time, making you pull away from the kiss, breathing too heavily to continue. Not long after, you feel Chan’s warm cum filling you up as he throws his head back in pleasure, continuing to fuck his release into you as he comes down from his high. You continue to hold onto his shoulders tightly, watching carefully as his Adam's apple moves up and down. You feel slightly lightheaded, and rest your forehead against his, making eye contact with him as he smiles at you.

“I guess we should probably get cleaned up, huh?” he suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you into an embrace.

“Could we just stay like this for a bit? I’m comfy.”

“Of course, princess.”

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃��♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[plinkcat-gif]

oooh 24 obkkrn writing or drawing lol <333

yayyyyy is my guys!!!!!! prompt requested from this post, still open to doing these if anyone missed it/still wants to <33

high school au, they’re wrapping up their senior year and obito would really like for them to stay together when school’s finished, if possible. a little bit of my codependent girl summer au but it’s not bc this would never happen 😭😭

also feel like this has some weird pacing sorry vera 😔😔😔

Obito swallowed hard, tongue stuck in his throat. Really, this shouldn’t be so terrifying; asking them on a date, that was.

He knew Kakashi was bisexual and that Rin was interested in Kakashi, so she wasn’t lesbian. But there was only the terrifying prospect that they both might not be interested in a polyamorous relationship.

It was stupid to think that—he was at least…fifty-three percent sure that Rin was interested in him too. He could totally be mistaking it as just a close friendship, but even that would be okay if she still wanted to be part of the relationship. All he wanted was his two favorite people with him in his future.

And Kakashi had never actually expressed any interest in either of them romantically, nor engaged in any “hot or not” discussions about other kids at their school, or really talked about people he found attractive at all…

Forget it. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just propose that they live in the same city. Maybe he should just propose nothing at all and they would all leave high school and go their separate ways.

“Obito!” Rin’s voice called from her car. “Are you trying to waste your entire lunch?”

“You look like a freak,” Kakashi added helpfully, throwing a grape at him from Rin’s backseat. It hit him square on the forehead and bounced a couple times on the asphalt before rolling under someone’s car.

Broken from his thoughts he looked up and glared at Kakashi, speeding up his pace. “Yeah, actually, I was trying to waste my entire lunch. And you two just ruined it.”

“Oh, no, by all means, keep wasting it,” Kakashi said, reaching forward and locking the passenger door just before Obito could reach the handle.

“Hey!” Obito yelled indignantly, reaching in Kakashi’s window and unlocking it. Kakashi took the opportunity to throw another grape at him, and then Rin locked the door again before Obito could open it. “Okay, you know what? I’m just not eating with you guys,” Obito scoffed, pulling back.

“Noo, I’m sorry Obito,” Rin whined, unlocking the door again. “Please, otherwise I have to listen to Kakashi complain about Mr. Shimura and frankly I’d rather kill myself.”

Relenting with a grin, Obito said, “Shimura’s an asshole though,” and slid into the passenger seat. “What’d he do this time?”

“Killing myself,” Rin muttered as Kakashi said, “Verbally berated me about my track performance again. But like, in the discreet way he does. He wants me to join chess club so badly.”

“I keep saying you could probably get him to pay you for it, and could help pay off your dad’s medical bills,” Obito said with a shrug, and Kakashi snorted.

“And I’d say that’s a quick way to lose any chance at a scholarship, which would be infinitely more helpful in paying those bills off.” He reached forward and tapped Obito’s head. “Think of the long-term, dude.”

Obito swatted his hand away and cranked back the seat, just to be in Kakashi’s way. He pulled out his lunch thinking he’d get a moment to eat, but was most unfortunately, wrong.

“What were you thinking about out there?” Rin asked. “You looked anxious as hell. Got a test coming up?”

Shit. “Yes.”

“That’s a lie,” Kakashi said. Obito jerked, scowling at the ceiling.

“And how would you know?”

“You just had unit tests in all your classes except math and econ, both of which you don’t care about and would never be stressed about.”

“Ooh, good point,” Rin mused, watching Obito stress-eat his sandwich. “So what are you lying about?”

“Extreme pain,” Obito said, a little too quickly. “I should’ve brought my crutches today, and it’s why I was walking so slow.”

Kakashi kneed the back of his seat. “That’s a lie, too.”

“That’s ableist as fuck,” Obito retorted, and they couldn’t really argue with that. Obito was annoyingly good at hiding his pain for the most part, even if that wasn’t the case now.

Rin’s we’ll never know if you don’t tell us went unsaid and an uncomfortable air filled the space. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck it.

“Do you guys want to go out?”

He regretted it as soon as he said it. He should have specified. He should have—

“Like, on a date?” Kakashi asked, voice slightly strained. Obito gave a jerky nod.

“Like…the three of us?” Rin asked, gesturing between themselves. Obito hesitated, then nodded again. He could feel the heat radiating from his face and he wished he was dead and melting into the ground and—

“I’m down if you are,” Rin said, shrugging at Kakashi. “I’ve kind of been wanting to for a while anyway, but…”

“Holy shit,” Obito breathed, hands flying to cover his face. “Kakashi please answer.”

“Uh—Yeah, I mean. Yeah. But I just—“

“Spit it out!” Rin snapped, eyes wide and half-grinning with adrenaline. “Yes or no! Now I’m invested and if you say no I’m going to probably be very upset.”

“Yes! Of course!” Kakashi exclaimed, frantically waving his hands. “It’s just that—I’m aromantic. So like, I’d like to be with you guys, but more in a best friend way, if that makes sense.”

“Not really,” Obito admitted, drawing his hands from his face. “But you still want to be in a relationship with us, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just don’t really…want anything to change with us. Like we start treating each other differently because we’re boyfriends and girlfriends now. If that happens, I mean. I’ve never…”

“Been in a relationship,” Rin finished for him. “That’s cool. Glad we’re your first, I guess.”

“I promise I’ll still argue with you, babe,” Obito said, a grin splitting his face when Kakashi reached forward to smack his chest. He cringed away and Kakashi switched to punching his shoulder instead, Rin reaching over to pry him away.

“Jesus christ, you two!” she shouted, half laughing and not really trying to stop Kakashi as he tried to shove a grape into Obito’s ear.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Obito yelled, laughing as he opened the car door and stumbled out, running a distance away to make sure Kakashi wouldn’t attack him again.

The bell rang and Kakashi and Rin caught up with him, as usual, and Obito mourned his lack of lunch to them while they reminded him it was mostly his fault for walking so slow.

[softholand]

cherry flavored kisses - t.h

pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader

summary: tom and harrison try to do your makeup while answering questions to know ‘who knows you better’

warnings: swearing, a lot of dialogue

words: 3.2k

a/n: this is absolutely not my favorite writing, but i still quite like it so, here you go!! lol i really hope you guys enjoy it, i love writing this series (can we call it that?) and i have so many ideas for it :)) please, let me know if you like it and want more of these <33 i think that’s it for now, enjoy!!

Another day, another video to film. This time you weren’t alone though, you had your boyfriend Tom and one of your other best friends Harrison with you, to film a video you had been dying to.

You were finishing setting up your camera to start recording when you felt two strong arms wrap around your torso. “Tom, stop! I have to finish this!” You chuckled, already knowing the owner of those arms. “Couldn’t resist, you look good from the back.” Before the warning, Tom swatted your ass, causing you to let out a muffled scream, which got the attention of Harrison, who was previously on his phone.

“C’mon, you guys will seriously keep flirting with each other during the whole video?” Harrison huffed, tossing his phone away. “No, we’re not!” You assured your blonde friend, but Tom had a different idea. “Speak for yourself, love!” He smirked, happy to annoy his friend. Rolling his eyes, Harrison said, “I already regret accepting this!”

Once your equipment was ready, you called Tom and Harrison, who got settled in your bed, with you between the two. “You guys ready? Did you turn off your phones?” You asked, not wanting to have anything getting in the way of your filming. When both boys assured you they had, you relaxed, pressing the small record button on the remote on your hand.

“Hi everyone, welcome back to my channel! Today I have two very special guests here with me. On my right side we have Tom Holland and on my left, Harrison Osterfield. I don’t think you’ve ever been officially to my channel before, Haz?” You asked Harrison, to which he responded, “No, I don’t think so! Hello everyone!” He said, flashing the camera an smile.

“Well, you guys are already familiar with Tom, so he doesn’t need any more introductions.” You sassed, laughing at his offended face. “Rude!” He said, before giving the camera a little wave. “Hi guys, it’s me again, Tom! I know, I know you guys have been dying to see me again, what can I say?” Your boyfriend let it out, taking complete control of your video.

“Okay, that’s enough, movie star! Can we actually start the video now?” You asked, Tom, letting out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah! Go ahead!” He rolled his eyes to the camera, but you could feel the small kick he gave your foot, wanting to make sure you knew it was all a joke. You smiled, and before you could say anything else, Harrison came through.

“What is the video about, by the way? ‘Cause, I don’t know if you guys know but we have absolutely no idea what we’re doing here.” The blonde said, pointing to Tom and himself. “Yes, they have actually no idea why they’re here.” You laughed, being met with worried looks from both of the boys. “I didn’t like that laugh,” Harrison exclaimed, being followed by Tom. “Should we be scared?” Asked your boyfriend, but you quickly shrugged them off.

“No, just shut up and let me tell them, and you, what you’d be doing. On today’s video...” you said, before getting the makeup box you had put together for this video, which was hiding under your bed. “You are going to be doing my makeup!” You exclaimed, laughing at the boy's surprised reactions.

“Haven’t you realized I’m not wearing any?” You asked, pointing to your bare face. “No! You know you look beautiful anyway, love!” Tom cooed, making your cheeks grow red. “Oh, shut up!” You rolled your eyes, flashing him a smile.

“I don’t like this!” Haz let it out, inspecting some of your makeup products. “Isn’t it fun?” You smirked, making him roll his blue eyes. “You’re kidding, right? How am I supposed to do this?” The blonde huffed. “Actually, this is a test to know if you watch my videos, cause you’ll have to recreate one of my looks.”

Tom and Harrison shared a look that could only be translated by the word fear. “You do makeup-related videos?” Tom asked, completely oblivious. “It was not a proper makeup tutorial, it was more like a get ready with me.” You smiled, trying to ease both of the boys' nerves. “Well, clearly you both haven’t been watching my videos, so it’s your fault you have no idea what to do.” You sassed, putting your tongue out.

“We’re fucked, mate!” Your boyfriend chuckled. “Don’t swear on my videos, Thomas!” You scolded him, slapping his arm. “Okay, so I’m gonna show a picture of the look you have to recreate but that’s the only help I’ll give. You can’t ask me anything related to makeup during the video, got it?” You questioned, to which they nodded. “Also…” before you could finish your sentence, Tom added, “There’s more?”

“Yeah, I’m going to be asking you questions about me while you do my makeup, to know which one of you knows me better.” You squealed, feeling the excitement in your veins. The boys didn’t seem to be so happy, especially Harrison, who claimed this was not fair, since Tom was your boyfriend, therefore know more about you.

“We’ve been friends for forever, Harrison! I bet there’s stuff you know that Tom doesn’t.” You said, getting an offended reaction from Tom. “Hey!” He protested, to which you rolled your eyes. “Can we start now, please? We’ve been here for 10 minutes already.” You pleaded, getting them to finally agree.

“Okay, where do you guys wanna start?” You asked, being met with confused glances. After a couple of seconds, you heard “Foundation!” and “Primer!”, all at once. “Yeah, primer! That’s exactly what I said!” Tom tried to cover it up but Harrison wasn’t having it. “Fuck off, Tom! I said it first!” Swatting the blonde's arm, you went back to scolding, “I told you two not to swear!”

While the boys started to choose between your selection of products, you took back your phone that was currently sitting on the bed, with the selfie you took with the look they had to recreate. “While you guys start on my face, I’ll ask the first question. What do I like more: sweet or salty food?” You asked, closing your eyes for Harrison to apply the primer on half of your face.

“Sweet!” Tom answered, squeezing some of your favorite primers on his hand, before applying it to your face. “Yeah, you’re like an ant. Always looking for crumbs of sugar.” Harrison responded, making you chuckle. “True, I have a very sweet tooth.” You smiled, before going to the next question. “What is one of my biggest fears?”

While they looked for a foundation, they answered, again at the same time. Tom said spiders, while Harrison said, clowns. “I mean, you’re both right! But if I had to choose it would probably be clowns.” You said, laughing at Harrison's little victory dance. “C’mon, you can even look at a spider, love. You always call me to get rid of them.” Tom protested. “Well, yes but I would rather have to kill a spider than a clown.” You tried to reason but ended up making the three of you burst out laughing.

When you finally recovered from your fit of laughter, the boys started with their foundation choices. “Wait, you only put your skin tone foundations here, right?” Tom asked, still trying to find the perfect one. “Yeah, I’m not that evil.” You laughed. “Can I use this to apply it?” Harrison asked, holding one of your beauty blenders. “What did I say, Haz? No makeup-related questions.” You smirked, hearing him groan.

“God, I hope this works!” By your side, Tom started spreading some of the foundations he had placed on the back of his hand. “Okay, next question! Am I an early bird or a night owl?” Harrison was quicker than Tom this time, “Night owl! She just doesn’t sleep. It’s ridiculous!” He complained, to which you scoffed. “I do sleep, but I’d rather stay awake until 3 am than having to wake up at 6 am.” You reasoned.

“Just admitted, love! You stay up ‘cause we have lots of fun in bed.” Tom winked, making your face grow red, and Harrison gag. “Seriously, Tom?! Ugh, disgusting!” The blonde exclaimed while you tried your best to calm your nerves. “You did not just say that!” Tom only shrugged, laughing at both of your faces.

“Moving on, what was the most embarrassing moment in my life? Oh no, I already regret that!” You said, scared about the answers you were gonna get. Tom laughed while trying very hard to blend your foundation with an eyeshadow brush. Great.

“The time you slipped and fell into the water fountain.” You instantly cringed, remembering the moment vividly in your head. “God, I hate that I told guys that!” You let out a groan, asking for Harrison’s answer. “I was gonna say when you walked in your underwear without realizing Tom was doing an Instagram live, but that's pretty good too.” Harrison laughed, making you blush at his words. “Oh my god, I had completely forgotten that!” You exclaimed, joining your friends in laughter.

“It’s okay, babe! You looked really good.” Tom stated, pecking your lips. You blushed, still getting flustered by his compliments. “Thank you!” Smiling, you kissed him back, before checking your face in one of your blushes to see how they were doing. “That’s actually not bad, good job, guys!” You high-fived them, laughing at their smug faces.

“What’s next, then?” You waited for an answer, which came from Tom this time. “Concealer?” He was so unsure of his answer that it ended up sounding more like a question. “I don’t know, is it?” You shrugged, glancing at Harrison. “I think so, all I know is after concealer, you have to contour,” Harrison stated, taking you by surprise.

“By your shocked reaction, I think we’re right.” Tom laughed, you and Harrison quickly joining him. “Okay, while you guys do that, I’m gonna ask some other questions. Ready?” When they both nodded, you continued. “What is my favorite time of the year?” Tom immediately answered, afraid Harrison would say it first. “Autumn!” Your boyfriend proudly said, while your friend's answer was “Christmas!”

“I do love Christmas but my favorite has to be autumn, it’s just the perfect temperature and the trees are all orange. It's beautiful! So, point for Tom!” Tom smirked, making Harrison roll his eyes. “Next one, what am I allergic to?” You asked, and that was the only question you weren’t sure they had the answer for.

Harrison looked at you as if that would give him the answer. “You don’t have any allergies.” He stated, to which you shook your head. “I have one.” At that, he stopped applying the concealer to your face, totally focused on his next answer. “I have no idea, Uhm, pollen?” The blonde tried, but he was wrong.

“Walnuts, she’s allergic to walnuts!” Tom triumphantly exclaimed, knowing he was right. “Realy?” Harrison asked, to which you nodded. “I had no idea, you know how dangerous that was? I could give you something with walnuts and kill you?” He inquired, making you laugh. “I wasn’t going to die, Haz! It just gives me bad itches.” You clarified, watching him nod.

When the boys moved on from concealing to contouring your face, that was when things started to go south. Tom chose a colorway too dark for your skin tone, while Harrison put so much on your face turned orange. “I’ll give you guys one tip, just ‘cause I don’t wanna look like a clown at the end of this video.” You told them, before explaining they could go back to the concealer to clean the mess they made.

Once everything seemed good, they moved on to blush and highlighters, and you to your next question. “How many tattoos do I have?” You waited for the answers, while the boys kept painting your face. “Two, your star sign on your finger, and a butterfly on your ankle you did when you were 16 and regret it since then.” Harrison proudly said, making you wince at his words. “Ouch, you didn’t have to go that hard, Haz!” You smirked, looking expectantly at your boyfriend.

“What’s your answer, Tom?” Taking a break from your face, he cleared his throat before answering. “Three, the two Harrison said and a rose on your hip.” The brunette smiled knowing that, once again, he was the only one right. “Another point to Tom!” You exclaimed while Harrison looked at you like you had two heads.

“See? I said this game wasn’t fair! How could I know you have a tattoo on your hip?” The blonde protested, making your roll your eyes. “That’s not an excuse! The tattoo is visible when I wear a bikini, Haz!” You tried to reason, but clearly, he wasn’t having it. “Oh, sorry I don’t pay closer attention to your body!” Harrison mocked, sticking his tongue out when you flipped him off.

“The rose is my favorite one,” Tom stated, a smile wide on his face. “I wonder why!” Harrison exclaimed, and this time, it was Tom who flipped him off. “Okay, you guys finished with the skin, then?” You inquired, taking another look at yourself in the mirror. Overall, it wasn’t bad. There were a couple of patches here and there where they messed up the contour but, to your surprise, it actually looked decent.

“Now, you guys are lucky I chose a look with no eyeshadow.” You stated, getting excited about the next part. “But you’ll have to put false lashes on.” You smirked, knowing what was to come. “And you call that lucky?” Harrison inquired, making you laugh. “C’mon, it’s not that hard! Here, I’ll show you how to do it.” Taking the lashes from the box, you started to show them how to apply the glue and carefully place the falsies the closest to your real lashes as possible.

“God, I’m sweating!” Tom breathed, making you laugh. “I’ll close my eyes for you to apply, ok?” The boys nodded, and once your eyes were closed, you could hear their nervous breathing at each side of your face, making you chuckle. “This is stressing me out massively. You’re buying dinner tonight for making us go through this.” Your blonde friend sighed. “Oh, shut up! I do this every day!” You flipped him off, still unmoving.

Once you felt they stopped moving, you asked if you could open your eyes. Deciding to do a little prank, you pretended to open them, only for it to be stuck. “Oh my god, I think you guys glued my eyes shut!” You cried, already dying to watch his reactions. “What? We could do that?” Tom exclaimed, completely freaked out. “y/n, look at me!” Harrison asked, and you felt his hands going to your eyes.

“It hurts!” You whined, “trying” to get your eyes open. “Fuck, what do we do now?” Tom practically yelled, making you laugh, which obviously confused them. Opening your eyes, you saw two shocked faces, staring with wide eyes, right back at you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to!” You laughed, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I can’t believe you did this!” Tom breathed, while Harrison shoved you harshly, absolutely pissed. “You fucking asshole! I’m never filming with you again!” He stated while you tried hard to recover from your fit of laughter. “I’m sorry!” You apologized, doing your best puppy dog eyes for them.

“My hands are shaking!” Tom informed, showing his hands that were in fact, shaking. “Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you’d believe it.” You said, guilt coating your words this time. Tom assured you it was okay, even saying he did find the prank kinda funny in the end. Harrison did not agree with your boyfriend, pretending to be mad for the rest of the video, even though the corners of his mouth gave him away.

Seeing you guys were filming for about forty-five minutes already, you decided to not even check the boy's work with the lashes, going straight to the last question, while they applied lipstick. “Okay, so here’s the final question, what is my body count?” You smirked, Tom’s expression completely shifting.

“Seriously? That is the question?” He inquired, raising his eyebrows. “Hey, they suggested the question.” You defended yourself, pointing to the recording camera. “I’ll go first then, let me see…” Your blonde friend said while pretending to count with both of his hands, over and over again. “Fuck off!” You flipped him off, watching his smirk grow in size.

“I’m kidding! But uhm, I would say five?!” Raising your eyebrows, you nodded, before turning back to Tom. “What’s your answer, sir?” You playfully asked. “Six, the answer is six!” He rolled his eyes, annoyed with the question. “Oh, shit! I’m so stupid! I forgot to count Tom!” Harrison face palmed himself, making you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, sorry to break this to you, mate but we already banged,” Tom smirked, shooting you a wink. “Tom!” You scolded him, while Harrison pretended to gag. “Gross! I didn’t need the image of my two best friends fucking in my head.” Harrison exclaimed, making your cheeks grow red. “Okay, that’s enough! Are you guys finished with the makeup?” You quickly asked, dying to change the subject. “Yeah, yeah!” Harrison murmured, while Tom smirked.

Taking your blush, you finally checked yourself in the mirror to see the finished look. “Oh my god, it actually looks good, guys! Good job!” You exclaimed, shamelessly fixing your lashes. “Well, I’m not gonna be the one judging who did it better, so now it’s with you guys. Who do you think did better, Tom or Harrison?” You asked, showing both sides of your face to the camera.

“About the questions, I’m pretty sure Tom won.” You stated, much to Harrison’s dismay. “Of course he did!” The blonde rolled his eyes, making you laugh. “Good luck next time, mate!” Tom teased, a smirk sitting proudly on his face. “Stop it, you two! Now say goodbye before I finally end this almost hour-long video.” You groaned, dreading the moment you’d have to edit the video.

“Bye everyone, thank you for watching! Please, vote for me!” Tom smiled, giving the camera an adorable little wave. “Mate, you already won the questionnaire, let me have this one,” Harrison whined, sounding like a child. When he said goodbye, you finished your outro, before finally stopping recording.

“We did it! Thank you, guys! It was a little chaotic but you did a great job.” You smiled proudly. “Of course, anything for my girl,” Tom stated, getting up from his spot on the bed, stopping right by your side. With both hands on your hips, he closes the distance between you, landing a soft kiss on your lips. “Okay, I had enough of you two for today. Bye!” Harison exclaimed, before also getting up, leaving your bedroom.

“Why do you taste like cherry?” Tom asked as soon as he let go of your lips. “Oh, it’s probably the lipgloss. It’s cherry-flavored!” You explained, asking if he liked it since his eyes kept trailed to your lips. “Hum, I love it!” Your boyfriend smiled, and this time it was you who closed the distance, giving him another one of your cherry-flavored kisses.

funny story (that’s actually not funny at all): the water fountain part it’s based on true events 🥲 lmao

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[wonpilsonefeel]

Here’s a prompt list for request.

Ask for a minimum of one number (can be more) and pairing. Also add if you want it to be angst, smut or fluff.

ALSO MY ANON PART AINT WORKING BUT I WILL KEEP YALL ANON.

I didn’t come up with these prompts.

1. "How long have you been staring at that screen?"

2. "Do you really want to test me?"

3. "How did I end up watching this?"

4. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just worried someone is going to take you away from me.”

5. “I just want to hug you and never let go.”

6. “You’re an adult! Act like it!”

7. “Did you seriously patch up a stab wound with scotch tape?”

9. “Are you stuck?”

10. “Man, you sure got knocked around a lot today.”

11. “Just the idea of anything happening to you makes me feel physically sick.”

12. A miscommunication leads to everyone being told Person A is dead, and Person B does not handle it well. When Person A shows up completely fine, Person B is overjoyed. 

13. “It shouldn’t be physically possible for me to love you this much.”

14. “What would you do if I died?” “Can we not talk about this?”

15. “They’re too good for you.”

16. “You look so cute in pajamas

17. “You’re my favorite person ever.”

18. “I love you so much I don’t know what to do.”

19. “You need to be more careful!”

20. “Why are we on the roof?”

21. “I know it’s wrong, but I love you.”

22. Why are you like this?”

23. I can handle myself. You don’t need to protect me.”

24. I miss you.” 

25. You are not fine, you’re bleeding!”

26. Look, I really screwed up and I need advice.”

27. I hope you’re here to apologize.” “Is there something you want to tell me?”

28. You are sick, therefore I am going to take care of you. End of discussion.

29. I’m fine. It was just a nightmare. You don’t need to worry.”

30. I just want to cuddle.”

31. Every day I get to spend with you is the best day.”

32. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

33. “You have the most amazing smile.”

34. “You’re just not intimidating. Sorry.”

35. “Stop whacking me with that stupid rubber chicken!”

36. “Stop kicking me under the table!”

37. “What are you, five?”

38. “I heard a loud sound. Are you okay?”

39. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

40. “How on Earth did you get so muddy?”

41. “Close your eyes. Don’t peek.”

42. “You know, it’s hard to stay upset when I’m holding you this close.”

43. Person A spends the entire day throwing things at Person B, just for fun.

44. Person A keeps stealing Person B’s snacks.

45. You should really get some sleep.”

46. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

47. I hate children. They’re the worst.”

48. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

49. I wish you’d stop saying that.”

50. Person A tries (and fails) to convince everyone they aren’t in love with person B. 

51. I’m having a long day, okay?” 

52. Stop treating me like a child!”

53. I hate it when you rhyme my name with things.”

54.

55. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

56. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

57. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

58. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

59. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

60. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

61. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

62. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

63. A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

64. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

65. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

66. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

67. Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

68. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

69. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

70. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

71. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

72. Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

73. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

74. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

75. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

76. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

77. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

78. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

79. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

80. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

81. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

82. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

83. Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

84. Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

85. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

86. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

87. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

88. Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

89. An awkward kiss given after a first date.

90. Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

91. Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

92. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

93. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

94. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

95. Kisses shared under an umbrella.

96. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

97. A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

98. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

99. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

100. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

101. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

102. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

103. Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

104. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

105.

106. Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.

107. Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.

108. Holding the little one for the first time.

109. Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

110. Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow.

111. Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

112. Finger painting with little one.

113. Little one getting food all over their face.

114. Going on a walk together with little one.

115. Little one coming to sleep with you after having a bad dream.

116. Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume.

117. Little one’s first birthday.

118. Keeping little one from trying to eat crayons.

119. Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.

120. Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.

121. Little one sticking their toes in their mouth.

122. Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength.

123. Helping little one go down a slide at the park.

124. Little one needing an emergency bath.

125. Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.

126. Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.

127. Reading a book with little one on your lap.

128. Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.

129. Playing airplane/train to get little one to open their mouth and take a bite of food.

130. Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.

131. Playing peek-a-boo with little one.

132. Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal.

133. Playing “This Little Piggy” on little one’s toes.

134. Having little one help mix cookie dough.

135. Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.

136. Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.

137. Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.

138. Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

139. Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.

140. Little one sticking pretzel sticks up their nose.

141. Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.

142. Having little one help flip pancakes.

143. Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.

144. Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.

145. Little one pointing out colors and shapes that they recognize.

146. Having little one wear their first formal wear.

147. Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

148. Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.

149. Choosing little one’s name together.

150. Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion.

151. Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.

152. The first time little one picks their own outfit.

153. Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.

154. Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

155. Little one playing dress up with a grown-up set of shoes.

156.

157. Holding their hands when they are shaking.

158. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

159. Traveling long distances just to see them.

160. Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

161. Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

162. Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

163. Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

164. Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

165. Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

166. Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

167. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

168. Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

169. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

170. Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

171. Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

172. Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

173. Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

174. Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

175. Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

176. Washing their back/hair in the shower.

177. Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

178. Listening to them while they vent.

179. Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

180. Tracing your names together in the sand.

181. Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

182. Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

183. Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

184. Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

185. Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

186. Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

187. Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

188. Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

189. Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

190. Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

191. Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

192. Helping brush their hair after a shower.

193. Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

194. Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

195. Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

196. Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

197. Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

198. Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

199. Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

200. Standing between them and a busy road.

201. Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

202. Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

203. Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

204. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

205. Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

206. Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

[countessren]

The Bad Batch || Writing Prompts

1. If we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.

2. How is it that when something happens it’s always you guys?

3. I...I didn’t think we would get this far.

4. Please put that down, that’s not for playing.

5. If I had a credit for every time we get in trouble I would be the richest person in existence.

6. Don’t tell me...you broke the hyperdrive.

7. You can’t say that! At least not in front of the child!

8. What does this do?/If you want to find out, you’ll have to close that door.

9. You know I didn’t mean that/Well it sure sounded like you did.

10. If I wanted to waste my time, I would have asked for your opinion.

11. Don’t put me on the spot, I wasn’t listening.

12. Don’t look at me, he did it.

13. I can’t help it, you’re too important to me.

14. If you’re aiming to piss me off, we’re well past that point right now.

15. If one more person damages this ship, I’m taking Lula.

16. I’m sorry...but I can’t do this anymore.

17. Don’t accuse me of being the jerk, I’m not the one who needs to develop a personality.

18. Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t punch you in your perfect face.

19. So, what’s the plan?/ You’re telling me that you didn’t come up with one?!

20. Awwww, you’re so adorable when you blush.

21. Get away from me, you’ve annoyed me now.

22. When this is all over, I’m going to take you somewhere far away from all this mess/ I’d like that.

23. If you touch my stuff without asking one more time, I swear.../ You’ll what? Pummel me to death?/ If that’s what it takes, then yes. I will.

24. I don’t think I can do that. I just...I don’t know.

25. Did you...did you just compliment me?

26. The systems are fried because someone didn’t fix the wiring issue!

27. Stop blaming me for your mistakes!

28. I’m tired of trying to fight so hard for someone who doesn’t even want me.

29. Prove it hotshot.

30. You should be more careful, you don’t want anything drastic to happen now do you?

31. You’ve got to be kidding me, I’m not wearing that thing.

32. You know you can tell me anything, right?

33. I’m a little busy right now, but sure, what can I do for you?

34. I’m fine, honestly it’s just a scratch/ That is not a scratch, what are you talking about?

35. Stay awake for me, please!

36. I can’t lose you, please just...just come back to me.

37. Could you stay? Just for a little while, please?

38. You really think I’m a valuable part of this team? Even after that?

39. Please don’t ask me to do that, I can’t.

40. You have to be more careful, one day you’ll come back to me in pieces.

41. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.

42. If I may/ No!/ ...Apologies.

43. Can I interest anyone in a vacation?

44. You can’t keep going around and destroying things/ Oh yeah, watch me!

45. This is never going to work/ You look beautiful darling, stop worrying.

46. Can’t we just relax for the day? I’m tired after yesterday.

47. The stars...can’t do it...not today.

48. I’d laugh but I would prefer to keep my life.

49. Don’t test me.

50. Oh please, I would rather die than be partnered up with him for this mission.

51. Wait, remind me again why we are doing this.

52. I love you so much, I want you to know that in case-/ In case nothing. Nothing will happen. Don’t ever say that again.

53. You’re heavy, get off me.

54. For the love of god, please just be nice to each other.

55. I care too much, so sue me.

56. How dare you, you will treat me with respect.

57. Can I...can I give you a hug?

58. I uh...I don’t know how we managed to get out of that alive/ Well, now that we have, you owe me.

59. Just keep your eyes on me, don’t turn around.

60. Is this...reg...bothering you?

61. I wouldn’t shoot the messenger if I were you/ But it sends a message/ Yeah, the wrong type of message!

62. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to fix this ship, but I’m so over having to stop every five minutes.

63. Honestly, you’re the only person that keeps me calm.

64. Well maybe if you listened to me instead of that damn holopad we wouldn’t be in this situation.

65. I’m really sorry/ Go away, I’m not talking to you.

66. It hurst...it hurst so much/ Just stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes.

67. If we could stay here all day, you know I would hold on to you and never let go right?

68. Cuddles?/ ...Fine.

69. I’m innocent I swear/ I know you, you are far from innocent.

70. Uh oh/ What? / Nothing...nothing at all.

71. Tech said I was bleeding internally, that’s where all the blood is supposed to be!/ Wrecker...no.

72. I can help, just let me-/ No, you’ve done enough.

73. I...I’m cold/ Well that’s unfortunate, I can’t do anything about the weather.

74. You inconsiderate, lying, two-faced prick!

75. If you don’t remove your hand from my shoulder, you won’t have hands at all.

76. Kill me, but don’t hurt them. Please...

77. Is anyone else having trouble figuring out how we are all still alive?

78. I could seriously just-/ Just what sweetheart?

79. I want you know that I’m sorry if things weren’t easy for you, but it wasn’t easy for me too. I had to be strong for everyone else when you fell apart...and it broke me too.

80. You’re not the only one who’s having second thoughts.

81. Please just...just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it.

82. I could honestly just sleep forever right now/ Come here...

83. I love you, but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.

84. This isn’t you, you have to fight it.

85. Give me a chance, I’ll prove to you that I care/ You have one more chance, otherwise I’m gone.

86. Shoot me once, shame on you. Shoot me twice...yeah that’s my mistake.

87. Ow!/ You deserved that/ What did you do that for!?/ You know exactly what for!

88. It’s so cold in here/ Here, have my blanket.

89. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so mesmerising in all my life/ I have.

SOULMATE AU PROMPTS

90. The first words you say to your soulmate are tattooed on your arm.

91. You don’t see colour until you meet your soulmate.

92. You can hear your soulmates thoughts.

93. When you touch your soulmate, you see glimpses of what your future will be like together.

94. You can feel your soulmates pain.

95. You can feel intense pain whenever your soulmate is in danger.

96. You have random visions of what your soulmate sees, but neither of you know it until you meet.

97. You have a clock that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

98. You have the same tattoo/scars as your soulmate.

99. One of your eyes is the same colour of your soulmates.

100. The name of your soulmate is tattooed somewhere on your person.

PLEASE GIVE CREDIT IF YOU USE ANY! WHETHER IT BE A LIKE, REBLOG OR @MENTION! Requests will be open as of 8th of June, so feel free to flood my inbox until then! You can also comment below should you wish to request anything.

[emmyhem]

right where you left me (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everybody! so this is a bit of a longer one that is inspired by the song “right where you left me” by taylor swift on evermore. it’s one of my favorites by her because i love the writing and the concept. whether you’re a taylor fan or not i suggest reading and then listening to the song with the fic in mind, it makes the song hit extremely hard. also expect more taylor inspired stuff in the future because she’s one of my all time favorite artists. this one is sad but i live for the angst so what’re you gonna do? my calum piece, “everything you’re missing” should be up by the end of the week and i’m working hard on my very first michael and ashton pieces as well, which is really exciting. anyway i hope you all enjoy and are being safe (get vaccinated if you can!) once again my messages are always open and feedback/criticism is always appreciated. hugs and kisses to all, thanks - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: you met 20 year old luke hemmings in a coffee shop eight years ago and were sure your life had been decided. you once told him you’d wait for him until you were sure he was happier without you. you never thought that day would actually come.

warning(s): angst, cursing, alludes to possible infidelity, it’s a sad one so buckle in. 

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Current time - December 14th 

The familiar ring of the entrance bell pulled your attention from the worn book beneath your fingers to take a routine glance at the patrons rushing in from the early December chill. Mitten covered hands, and icy cold flushed cheeks entered one after the other. Your typical seat in the corner of the small cafe was shielded from the penetrating winds that accompanied each person in their entrance but you still shivered in sympathy at each new arrival. 

Your steaming earl grey had faded into a tepid puddle at the bottom of your mug as the hours passed on the analog clock that adorned the brick wall in the front. Olive, a barista you had become friendly with over the years approached your table with the cafe’s winter speciality, an orange cranberry muffin in hand. 

“Last one.” she said, sitting it on a pine green napkin in front of you. 

You reached into your purse for a few spare bills to cover the cost when she stopped you by placing a hand on your forearm. 

“On the house for our favorite customer.” her eyes were filled with pity as she nodded down to you, and you were too tired to feel embarrassed. 

“Thanks, Liv.” you sighed. 

“It’s my pleasure, besides I always feel like we’re robbing you when you pay full price, you only ever eat half anyway.” she added as she walked away. 

You picked at the baked good, memories flooding your brain with each bite. 

Eight years ago - December 14th 

As you clutched your books with a death grip you cursed yourself for forgetting your gloves in your dorm. The wind was picking up and it wouldn’t be long until they were numb completely, and your sweater paws were less than effective in warming your frozen fingers. 

A flickering red light glowed just a bit down the street and a sugary citrus aroma was pulling your stiff limbs towards it against the wind. The closer you got the more mouthwatering the smell became and soon enough you had reached the door, bracing yourself for the chill of the copper handle as you pulled it open. 

Sweet, warm air enveloped you as you stepped inside. The red brick walls were chipped in more than a few places, red and green christmas lights twinkle from a tree in the corner, and the crackling of the fireplace was like music to your ears. You wondered how you had never noticed the quaint cafe before as you took your place in line behind a tall man wearing only a thin black hoodie and beanie for protection from the cold weather. As you got closer to him a piney scent cut through the sweet smell of pastries and you caught yourself leaning in to get a better whiff of its freshness. 

Your eyes scanned over the menu that hung behind the cash register while he ordered and did your best to ignore the chill that ran up your spine when his soft aussie accent invaded your ears. 

Once he finished and stepped off to the side to wait for his order you moved forward and placed your books on the counter. 

“Hi, how can I help you today?” a young ginger barista with an abundance of freckles said. 

“Hi,” you paused and located her name tag. “Olive, I’ve never been here before but there's this smell that-” 

“Our orange cranberry muffins.” she interrupted pointing to a chalkboard in front of her that read, “Warm up with a wintery treat, try our famous orange cranberry muffin today!” 

Your stomach growled quietly at the thought as you nodded. 

“I would love one of those and...a medium early grey, please.” you replied, pulling a 10 dollar bill from your pocket. 

“Sadly, we have just sold our last one to the customer in front of you.” she nodded to the enticing blonde man that had caught your attention earlier, who was now staring down at his black vans as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. 

You narrowed your eyes at the muffin thief when he glanced up at you innocently while accepting his coffee from another worker. 

“We do still have our gingerbread and pumpkin muffins if you’d be interested in one of those instead.” Olive continued motioning a hand to the glass display of tasty treats to your right. 

You let out a disappointed huff, “That’s okay, just the tea please.” 

You paid for your order making sure to leave a few extra dollars in the tip jar before taking a seat on a worn burgundy couch near the fire to wait for your drink. 

Leaning your head against your hand for support you allowed your eyes to drift closed and listen to the pops and crackles of the fire meshing with the soft holiday music echoing through the place. You only opened your eyes back up at the feeling of the couch dipping beside you. 

Sitting too close to not acknowledge, was the boy from earlier who was now alternating sips of what smelled like a strong latte with bites of the muffin that could’ve been yours. 

“Are you doing this on purpose?” 

His head snapped in your direction at the sound of your voice, and he finished chewing before responding.

“Doing what?” 

“Taunting me with your stupid muffin.” you were aware of how childish you sounded but hunger had always brought out the irrational side of you. 

“It’s actually quite delicious.” he smirked, ignoring your frustration. 

You groaned in jealousy, “Don’t rub it in.” 

Realization sparked in his eyes. 

“Got the last one didn’t I?” 

You nodded. 

“M’happy to share.” he grinned, breaking off half and holding it out to you. 

“No, really it’s fine. I’m just being annoying.” you waved him off. 

“I’m not annoyed. Really, take it. I’d have to throw it away otherwise.”

Your eyebrows raised at his comment. 

“I’m stuffed.” he explained, patting his stomach twice. 

“I don’t believe you, but I’m starving and this smells incredible.” you responded, accepting the baked good. 

You closed your eyes and let out a satisfied hum after biting into it. 

“Holy shit, this is like the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” 

The boy watched you and laughed at every pleased noise that you released. 

Once you had finished your half you turned back to see him still watching you, he had scooted even closer to you and your knees knocked together at your movement. 

“Thank you, that was amazing. Although it was pretty rich I don’t think I could eat a whole one either.” 

“Your welcome,” when he paused you realized you hadn’t even introduced yourself but still stole half of this guy’s muffin. 

“I’m y/n.” you filled in. 

“Luke.” he returned. 

You nodded and repeated it, testing how it felt on your tongue. 

“Thank you again, Luke.” 

The two of you began talking about, school, work, music, your favorite movies, astrology, anything really. By the time you glanced up from the conversation the cafe was nearly empty and the fire in front of you had burnt out leaving a smoky debris hanging in the air. 

“I think they’re closing.” you said while checking the time on your phone. 

“Fuck, I’ve got a paper due tomorrow.” 

“Sorry, I kept you back.” you apologized, both of you gathering your things as you talked. 

“No, s’not your fault.” he dismissed as you both began to walk to the door.

Standing a few feet away from the exit you could already feel the nip that was permeating through the glass, it sent a chill through your spine making you wiggle your shoulders. As you stared at the floor over the books in your arms, trying to decide what the best way to ensure you would see Luke again was, you heard the buzz of a zipper. You lifted your head to see your new acquaintance removing his arms from the sleeves of his black hoodie. 

“Are you crazy? It’s freezing out there.” 

“I know, you’re shivering.” he answered, swinging the fabric behind your back until it dropped and wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled on the sleeves till they were hanging in place and you watched through your lashes, completely in awe of his concentrated expression. 

“Luke, I can’t wear this you’ll freeze and I can’t just take your clothes.” 

“C’mon of course y’can. I’m warm blooded. I'll be fine and you aren’t taking it. I’m gonna want to come in for one of those muffins tomorrow and you know I can’t eat the whole thing, so you’ll just have to be here to share with me. We meet, we eat, I retrieve my jacket, all is right in the world.” He smiled through his words, attempting to warm you up by rubbing his hands up and down your shoulders quickly. “Think you can do that?” 

“I’m sure.” 

“Excellent. Meet me here at 9:00 tomorrow.” 

You nodded as he pushed the door open and despite him trying to act unaffected you could tell from his rigid stance he was freezing. 

“I’m counting on you alright? Stay warm, y/n.” he reiterated through chattering teeth before exiting the shop. 

Current Time - December 14th 

When they talk about one moment defining your life it seems silly, and unrealistic. One day of your life is hardly even a blip so one minute defining everything seems completely ludacris. You would have never bought into it eight years ago, right up until Luke muttered those three words to you before braving the cold. 

“Stay warm, y/n.”

He said it and you had one of those moments. One of those, “and then everything changed.” moments. 

You had always been sure that your purpose would come to you later in life, maybe you’d have a spiritual awakening while in some foreign country. Maybe you’d read a book that would change your view on everything, or god forbid you’d have a close encounter with death and the epiphany would come then. You would’ve never guessed that a nearly missed encounter with the world’s best muffin and a lanky Australian guy would do it. 

But here you were eight years after the encounter, your hair was longer, the crinkles that appear by your eyes when you smile now linger, and Luke was nowhere to be seen, but some things haven’t changed at all. A half eaten muffin, the comforting cafe, and your unwavering certainty that your life’s purpose was to love and to be loved by Luke Hemmings all remained. 

Seven years ago - March 27th 

The door swung open to a positively beaming Luke, he leaned in to press a swift kiss on your cheek before hurriedly pulling you inside. 

“I have a surprise for you.” 

“You do?” you questioned, taking notice of the subtle burnt smell in the air and the smoky atmosphere of his apartment. 

He nodded excitedly pulling you by the hand into the kitchen where you were met with messy countertops packed full of lumpy and slightly charred muffins. Your mouth fell open and you turned to face your boyfriend who was smiling timidly at you, eyes scanning over your face. 

“I made you our muffins.” he smiled, proudly looking at his work. 

“Wha- how? How did you even get the recipe?” 

“Olive helped me out.” He responded, taking a seat on one of the bar stools by the island. 

“Lu, this is incredible. Thank you.” you praised, moving to stand between his legs. 

“I hope they turned out good. Y’know baking is a lot harder than it looks.” he tutted while unwrapping one for you. “Open up.” he instructed, tapping your chin. 

Your teeth struggled to bite through the dense baked good, and while your taste buds fought with the bitter crumbly substance you questioned whether Luke had actually followed any recipe at all because what you were eating tasted nothing like the warm, gooey, and tart treat that the two of you had come to love. 

You chewed slowly to avoid swallowing and kept your face as neutral as possible. 

“How is it? Good?” he spoke nervously and the little glint of hope in his eyes forced you to swallow it down and paint on a pleased smile. 

“Mmm” you moaned “It's delicious, Luke.” 

“Yeah?” he beamed. 

“Really good.” you nodded, your eyes drifting longingly to the sink. In that moment you would’ve killed for a glass of water. 

“Wow, I mean I thought they’d be alright but this is great. Lemme try.” he brought your muffin up to his mouth and in a panic you snatched it from his hands, squeaking out a small “No!” before shoving the rest of it in your mouth. 

“Babe, there’s plenty, no need to be greedy.” he laughed while unwrapping another. And you really should’ve thought this through because with puffed out cheeks full of possibly the worst muffin in history you took a step back and watched him bite into one. His face twisted in disgust and he quickly spit what he had taken back into the wrapper. 

When he looked back up to you, you were standing there with a full mouth and wide eyes. He cocked his head to the side in confusion, “You enjoyed that?” 

The second you shrugged your shoulders, feigning innocence Luke burst into a sharp cackle, his legs kicking up into the air from the force of his laughter. You took that as an opportunity to run to the trash and rid yourself of the awful taste in your mouth. 

Luke was still struggling to catch his breath while you finished pouring yourself a glass of water. 

“It’s not funny, Lu.” you argued between sips.

“Why didn’t you just spit it out?” he chortled, beckoning you closer with grabby hands. 

“Because, it was so sweet.” you reasoned. 

“Really? I would argue it was more rancid than sweet.” 

“Not the muffin you goon, the gesture.” you elaborated, smacking his shoulder. 

“I can’t believe you ate the whole thing.” 

“Shut up. I was trying to be nice.” you pouted. 

“Hey,” he said, standing and opening his arms. “M’sorry I know.” 

You waddled into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his back. 

“I love you for that.” he sighed, before kissing the top of your head. 

You froze in his hold, those three unexpected words echoing through your head. 

“You what?” 

His chest shook lightly as a laugh fell from his mouth. 

“I love you.” he repeated. It was so nonchalant, as if he’d said it to you a hundred times before. “You alright with that?” 

You nodded before pulling back just enough that you could see his face. 

“I love you.” you returned. 

Luke’s hands cupped your cheeks, a groan passing his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to your now pouty mouth.

“Say it again.” he pleaded into your mouth. 

“I love you.” you sighed, chasing his lips with your own. 

“And again, and again, and again…” he continued, rewarding you with one lingering peck for each declaration. 

“Mmm” he hummed in content when he decided he was satisfied. “Never stop saying it.” 

Current Time - December 14th 

A whirlwind romance like the one that the two of you had shared was never meant to be sad. It was the kind of love that constantly feels like a cheesy montage full of sweet moments that happens at the end of a rom-com. Unsuccessful baking attempts, cozy study dates, spontaneous weekend trips, hundreds of shared muffins, piggy back rides home from the bar, that’s what made you Luke and y/n. 

The two of you didn’t do well with the hard stuff and it worked because there just wasn’t any. Everything was easy and it felt good. It felt right. 

It had never even occurred to you that the hard stuff was part of any great love, that inevitably one day things would get hard. It really hadn’t occurred to you that pushing through the hard stuff was something that Luke may not be up for. Because you were and you always had been, all in. 

Six years ago - February 17th 

You had gotten home late after a long shift at the library you worked at part time . Luke was sitting on the couch scribbling something in a notebook and taking tiny sips of his steaming cup of tea, too impatient to wait for it to cool properly. 

You’d been listening to an audiobook while organizing the shelves that day and the somber tone of it had seriously dampened your mood. It also made you extremely grateful that you had Luke to cuddle away all your sorrows. 

He had noticed your sad expression the second he saw you and was quick to pull you into his arms and press you for information. 

“What happened baby?” he cooed as you nestled as close into him as physically possible. 

“Sad book.” you mumbled into his chest. 

“Aw, love you shouldn’t let that stuff get to you. S’not real, there’s no need to get upset.” This was something you had heard plenty of times before, seeing as you were an extremely emotional person and felt things strongly. 

“It was so sad though, bubs.” You reasoned that talking through it with someone else might dull the ache that it had left on your taut heartstrings. You explained the whole plot, how the couple had met on a plane and spent their two separate vacations together and along the way fallen in love. Luke would hum or nod every so often indicating he was listening but you knew most of his focus was on the fact that you were tearing up through your explanation. He let his lips rest along your hairline as you got to the climax of the story, speaking through cracks in your voice to tell him that they had lost each other’s numbers on their way back and while the woman was able to move on and find love later in life, the man waited at the airport for years hoping that one day he would see her again. 

Luke’s hand ran through your hair while your head rested on his chest. 

“I don’t think there’s anything romantic about it. It’s just sad.” he concluded. 

“I disagree.” 

“Really?” 

“I’d wait for you.” you confirmed, running your fingers over the fabric of his shirt. 

“Not forever though,” he added. 

“I’d wait until I knew you were happier without me.” 

“Yea, me too.” he agreed. 

“I’d never be happier without you.” 

Current Time - December 14th 

One thing that you never doubted in your relationship was whether or not Luke loved you. You knew he did. It was something that had always been casual between the two of you, it was as much a greeting as it was anything else. 

As the sun rose and broke through your curtains the words to break the silence that lingered from the night before wasn’t “Good morning” it was “I love you.” Before leaving for work instead of an impersonal “Bye!” you shouted “Love you!” through the closing door of your apartment. It was a phrase that had been repeated millions of times, and despite the casualness of it all, it never lost its meaning. 

Even now, five years since you’d last seen him you knew with every bone in your body that no matter where he was right now, half the world away or two blocks downtown, he still loved you. 

Luke always kept his promises, a million times he had promised that he would always love you. And a million times you had promised it right back. 

A hundred years apart wouldn’t change that, let alone five. 

Five years ago - December 13th 

You watched the snow fall from the living room window, what you would normally find peaceful was making you go insane. It had been perpetually silent around your apartment for the past couple of weeks. Luke was hardly ever home, when asked he would tell you that he had a big project at work and needed to teach the new intern how things were done in the office. You hadn’t thought much of it, there were times when you were busy and had to put things with him on the back burner to focus on the uncertainty of work. It had never been an issue because as far as you were concerned things were set between you and Luke. There was the unspoken promise of forever. 

Of course, that didn’t stop you from missing him tons. On this specific occasion the cold weather had left you with clogged sinuses and a bad headache, one that you would typically soothe with a cup of  earl grey from the cafe and an abundance of snuggling. Since Luke wasn’t around to fulfill your touch deprivation you decided that wearing one of his favorite sweatshirts would have to do for now. 

You blindly reached into his drawer to search for it but stopped when your hand caught on a folded piece of paper. You pulled it out and walked to the bed, flicking on the lamp as you sat. Once the light turned on you were able to see it clear as day, two airline tickets to Sydney departing on the 20th and returning  on January 3rd. The two of you had briefly discussed travelling to Australia at some point so you could finally meet his family but nothing had ever been confirmed. 

The naivety that had always been a part of who you were began to connect non-existent dots with hopeful lines. Luke was planning on surprising you with Christmas in Australia with his family. It explained why he was never home, it also explained the secretive phone calls you had started picking up on after he scurried out of bed in the middle of the night a while ago to speak to someone in hushed tones just outside the bedroom door.

That night when he finally got home at nearly eleven you had made sure to leave half a muffin with a note that read, “Miss you, stud muffin. You work too hard. Love you -y/n” on the kitchen counter. From where you laid in bed, you could hear him laugh as he read it aloud. You quickly sat up in bed when the laughs you were reveling in started to sound like sobs. 

The dim lighting in the kitchen didn’t stop you from seeing the tears on Luke’s face as he looked up to where you stood, stunned in the hallway. 

“What’s wrong?” you hurried to him. 

He made a sniffing sound before gathering you in his arms. He held you so tight that if it wasn’t so sincere it might’ve hurt. 

“Lu, what’s going on.” you squeaked out. 

He tightened his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your hair, emitting soft cries every so often. 

“I love you, y/n.” 

“I know. I love you too.” 

“I swear I’ll always love you. I swear.” 

“I know. Hey, Lu I know.” you soothed as his breaths became more labored. 

At some point you had managed to calm him down and coax him into bed, you reasoned that he was just so tired that his feelings got the best of him, something that had happened to you many times before. And honestly you were just happy to be back in his arms once again, so when he was wrapped around you in bed, his hands playing with your hair like they always did when he got anxious, you didn’t think twice about it when he said,

“We need to talk tomorrow, over breakfast. We can go to the café if you want?” 

You nodded against his chest as sleep overtook you, the last thing you heard being “I promise I’ll always love you.”  

Current Time - December 14th 

Your reminiscing was interrupted by a high pitched screech from the front of the cafe. When you followed the sound your eyes landed upon a distressed toddler, about three years old if you to guess, who was pouting up at a tall, gorgeous woman that was apologizing profusely to Olive for her son’s outbreak. You wouldn’t have looked twice at the scene if  it wasn’t for the way Olive’s troubled expression and wide eyes were directed precisely on you. 

The child was screaming through his cries “I want daddy’s muffin!” His face was red and blotchy from tears and the cold weather but didn’t completely overtake his creamy skin tone that complimented his familiar blue eyes. He was an adorable kid, a full head of blonde ringlets and chubby cheeks that you were sure turned a light pink when he smiled. 

He kind of reminded you of Luke. When the thought entered your head you were quick to dismiss it though, because if you were being honest most things reminded you of Luke. 

“I’m so sorry about this. He isn’t normally so loud, it’s just that my husband loves these muffins and he promised Sammy one.” you heard the gorgeous woman say. 

“It’s fine, the cranberry orange muffin is a big hit around here. They sell out almost everyday.” Olive responded, her eyes unbreaking from yours. 

“Yea that’s what Luke always tells me.” 

Five years ago - December 14th 

The walk to the café felt longer than it typically did and you had no idea why, for some reason you didn’t notice that Luke was dragging his feet. Maybe it was because you were sure that this impromptu breakfast date was to tell you of the surprise Christmas trip to Australia. Maybe it was because any amount of extra time you got to spend holding Luke’s hand in your own you considered a gift. 

When you finally arrived you were quick to usher him to your favorite table, one that was secluded in the corner, enough to have a bit of privacy but also allowed you to people watch on slow days and have telepathic conversations with Olive from across the room. 

You noticed that Luke wasn’t eating after a few minutes, his muffin half sat untouched in front of him and his nervous demeanor was driving you crazy. 

“I have to admit something.” you finally said, tired of the silence. 

Luke nodded for you to continue but refused to meet your eyes as you spoke. 

“I know about Australia, I found the tickets in your drawer so if that’s what you're so nervous about, there’s no need. Of course I’ll go with you, you have no idea how excited I am to meet your mom, she can finally show me all those baby pictures that she’s always telling me about.” you were so busy picturing your potential trip to Luke’s hometown that you didn’t notice Luke’s teared up eyes and anxious tapping. 

“Y/n, the tickets aren’t for-” he cut himself off before the approaching crack in his voice could prevail. “I met someone.” 

“Okay?” 

You didn’t even know what that meant, he met someone? You met people all the time, what does that have to do with the trip?  You lifted your mug to take a sip while you waited for him to continue.

“I mean I-I have feelings for someone, uh someone else.” 

You didn’t even feel your grip release, you didn’t hear the shattering noise, you didn’t feel the scorching liquid seep through your top onto your skin. 

Luke was leaving you. He fell in love with someone else. It was serious enough that he was bringing her home. Luke was leaving you. Luke was leaving you. Luke was leaving you.

“I don’t understand.” The crying had already begun, and although it didn’t surprise Luke he couldn’t bear to watch it. He stared at the spilled tea and shards of glass. The entire cafe’s eyes were on you and you didn’t even notice all you could see was that Luke’s weren’t. 

“Look at me.” you pleaded. There was a time when he would’ve seen your face, seen how distressed you were and gone back on everything solely because it hurt him too much to see you hurt. 

When did that stop? Why hadn’t you noticed? 

“I love you y/n, really I do. But I love her too.” 

“You love her more.” you didn’t even try to phrase it as a question, there was no point, you already knew the answer. He must’ve loved her more because he was leaving you for her. Luke was leaving you. 

Your acknowledgement of his feelings didn’t make it hurt any less when he didn’t deny it. Luke was leaving you. 

You sat in silence for at least five minutes, it felt like years. Luke watched you cry, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms, and sway you back and forth until you stopped. He wouldn’t do that because it was selfish, it would ease his troubles more than yours, he deserved to see how his hurtful actions affected the one he swore to shield from any and all pain. 

“I’ll have everything out of the apartment by the end of the week.” 

The end of the week? You had planned on spending the rest of your life with him and he was telling you that he would essentially be out of your life by the end of the week. Luke was leaving you. None of it felt real. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I love you.” 

Watching him leave felt surreal, you couldn’t hear anything but your blood pumping, you hardly took any notice when Olive rushed to your table and pulled you into her embrace. 

Luke left you. 

Current time - December 14th 

You could feel his presence as soon as he stumbled out of the bathroom.

How could you have missed him coming in?

You dragged your eyes up his body from his feet, and when they fell upon his face it was like someone had pressed play after fast forwarding through the years that had been taken from you. You weren’t 23 anymore, and Luke certainly wasn’t either. He’d always had a strong build, but he held himself differently now. He was confident and collected, very sure of himself. He had a bit of scruff lining his jaw but you could tell it was well kept and intentional and a pair of black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. You reacquainted yourself with his appearance from your spot in the corner. 

With each subtle change you catalogued in your brain, vivid images danced through your head, like a kaleidoscope of what could’ve been. You saw lazy Sunday mornings on the couch leisurely sipping coffee, the open windows next to you bringing in a sweet breeze making the house smell like fresh grass after it rains. You saw yourself pushing a stroller through a park, Luke chasing behind one of your little ones just a few feet ahead. You saw roadtrips, vacations, theme parks, crowded family dinners, trick or treating, white gowns, and wedding cakes. You saw binkies, and bottles, tangled sheets, ruffled hair, pecks on the forehead, lunch boxes, and I love you notes. 

The last scene you saw, one that felt so real you could’ve sworn you were really there, started with Luke sitting on the floor surrounded in wrapping paper a toddler curled up in his lap. He wore flannel pajama pants and a ratty shirt he had purchased at the concert you went to for your third date. He took sips from his mug of lukewarm coffee every so often, and you were sure if you got close enough you’d be able to smell it on his breath, not that you would mind. His curls were grown out more than he typically liked them, they were messy from sleep and obstructing his vision slightly. Just as you reached out to brush them from his forehead, it was like you had been thrown backwards by a force strong enough to make your stomach drop. 

Reality. 

You could still see Luke from where you stood but he was so far away now. You reached your hand out again, gasping in shock when it hit a sheet of glass, you knocked against it firmly but nothing happened. It was like a window where you watched the scene unfold. A woman you had been in the same position as not seconds ago stood up and revealed her face. It was his wife, she handed Luke a small gift bag and waited patiently as he opened it. He acknowledged the gift, a framed photo of the two of them and leaned forward to press a thank you kiss to her lips. 

“Stop!” you called.

No one can hear you. 

“Luke, I’m right here.” you yelled, slamming an open hand to the glass. 

Hot tears fell from your cheeks as you continued to knock and shout. 

“Lu, please.”

As he pulled away from the kiss a grin plastered his face. And it hit you, he was happy. He really was happy. 

Realization of the thing you dreaded the most in the world happened quickly, but not painlessly. Luke’s eyes flicked to your own, he saw you through the window. He saw you calling for him, crying for him, begging for him. He saw you and then he looked away. 

And reality snapped you back yet again, right into the present moment. You were in your café, staring at your empty mug, your face felt hot and wet. When had you started to cry? You reached a shaky hand out for a napkin to wipe your tears, but ended up knocking the mini poinsettia pot in front of you over instead. A crash echoed through the café and everyone turned their attention to you and your frantic demeanor. Everyone, even Luke. 

You forced your eyes up from the glass that sat shattered on the white tablecloth with slow movements and shallow breaths until they finally found the culprit, the reason for your pain. You could see right through the light blue of his eyes, shock and bittersweet nostalgia pooled in the cerulean waves. 

Just like you were suddenly 29 and hurt when you saw Luke. He was suddenly 20 and enamored when he saw you. 

He physically winced while taking notice of the black streaks that cascaded down your cheeks. It reminded him of leaving you. It was all his fault. 

He met your gaze with a desperate one of his own, silently praying that you could still read him well enough to understand. 

His eyes released unspoken declarations with every slow blink. 

I can’t believe I’m seeing you. I miss you. I still love you. I’ll always love you. 

You can’t be here right now. I’m with my family. I’m happy now. I’m happy without you. 

Every silent, stabbing confession all summed up into one that you had been afraid of for the entire eight years that Luke Hemmings had stolen from you. 

I love you, but somehow that stopped being enough.

The place was silent. All eyes on you. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

You weren’t quite sure who you were apologizing to or what for,  it could’ve been to Olive for making yet another mess that she would end up cleaning. It could’ve been to all the customers you disrupted when you broke the flower pot. Or Luke’s son who you had stolen a muffin from. Or maybe his wife, that you had been demonizing in your head for years, seeing her only as the woman who stole the love of your life. It could’ve been to Luke, you were sorry you hadn’t taken him seriously, he was in love and he had a family and you were still waiting around for the day he decided to come back for you. The day that would never come. 

Deep down though, you knew you were saying it to yourself. Eight years is a long time, you had stopped living for yourself a long time ago. You did miss Luke, of course you did but maybe part of the hole in your chest that you had been so desperately trying to fill, was yourself. You really missed you. You without Luke. How could you have forgotten about her? 

“I have to go.” this time you knew exactly who you were talking to and as your feet carried you to the door you didn’t even contemplate turning around when Luke’s voice broke through the silence of the café to say,         

 “Y/n, wait!” 

You kept walking, past the stunned patrons, past Olive, past Luke. You kept walking until you were sure that no one would catch up. You just kept walking because after all this time you were so done waiting.

[guccifloralsuits]

On H-Covid Debate

I’m tired of seeing dumb shit so covid discourse is now closed in my inbox. Here’s the summary of my views, you can take it as you want:

He’s a white priveliged rich celebrity who’s acting irresponsibly

some people are completely blowing this out of proportion

If you want him to get sick/damage lungs/or think death jokes are fair game, unstan immediately and take a long look in the mirror.

The blind apologist attitude is also fuckin gross, and here’s the main gist of those points with my rebuttals:

“How come no one was mad when harry was maskless in Italy/in other circumstances but now they choose to go off?”

1st: personally i was annoyed then, as I am now

2nd: the pandemic situation is a lot worse now in America then it was over the summer in Italy. Right now in our country, someone dies of covid every 33 seconds. 

It’s irresponsible both times, but moreso now because the pandemic is a lot more severe now than it was. and California is at the peak of it.

“He’s sticking to hanging out with the same people, so I don’t see the problem” 

“It’s because he was seen with a woman people are jealous lol”

no it is fucking not

stop scape-goating this excuse for actual criticism

Harry’s choices are his own, and we should not be discussing this topic in relation to romantic ties. 

Do not trivialize this into dating discourse i swear to fucking god

while I’m at it the ‘This is a PR stunt’ is the dumbest take I’ve heard since L*rry. Literally why would you do a PR stunt in the middle of a pandemic when doing so makes you look this unfavorable. use logic.

“He’s wearing a mask and is outside, he’s still taking precautions so what’s the issue? Other celebrities have acted way worse.” 

I will give you, a half-assed precaution is better than no precaution. It’s still not ideal or good though. Taking ‘some precaution’ isn’t enough to get covid under control right now. 

Masks are not the end-all solution. The most import thing to do right now is stay at home

Yes, other celebs have acted worse. I don’t think this is an excuse for behavior. Doing the responsible thing shouldn’t be a comparison. That’s like saying “I only cheated on a few of the test questions while the girl next to me cheated on all of them” 

“People are blowing this out of proportion”

I agree, some people are. There’s a large difference between criticism and hate. Criticism is absolutely valid. Hate is unnacceptable.The blind-stanning and groups of unfounded hate are equally gross and unhelpful

That mostly covers it. In summary: I’m very fuckin tired!

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

Hi! If it's not too much to ask, how do you think the brothers would be when they have to get protective over MC? They're surrounded by other demons a lot, so I'd bet there'd be trouble sometimes. Oh and if it matters, poly!MC would be perfect :) Thank you for your time and I adore your writing! Especially the poly stuff haha. <33

Honestly... thank you for making my day a bit sweeter! I know this ask came in a bit ago but I had a bad day today 🎃

Also decided to use emojis for Asmo because it seems like it fits his personality lmao

Lucifer

He's pretty unbothered by other demons for the most part.

Afterall, he's Lucifer, not many people people are going to go out of their way to mess with his lover.

But there are, of course, a few idiots who step out of line. Whether this is due to pure idiocy or lack of knowledge, the eldest still gets pissed enough to scare every student into submission.

You'll probably have to talk him down

(And might need Diavolo's help to hold him back)

Asmo definetly records these instances (that usually happen once a year, seeing as there's always a new group of students coming in). He's post it too, if Lucifer didn't threaten him.

But he does send them to you.

Mammon

Prone to public freakouts over the smallest things.

A demon brushes up against you? Someone smiles at you too seductively? Mammon's popping off.

Honestly it's so hard to take him anywhere because of his temper.

He's at his worst though when someone actually intentionally touches you, or God forbid, asks you out.

The man goes crazy, yelling and probably slapping at the hands of whoever enters your space.

By the way he acts, sometimes it's hard to remember he's the second most powerful.

Leviathan

He gets super anxious whenever he notices demons getting too close to you. Even if they're just being friendly, it sends his mind into "avatar mode"

Very quick to shift from just upset to full blown envy demon ready to destroy the entire cafeteria because someone asked to sit next to you at lunch.

Super angry, super dangerous, and eventually even the underclass learns not to talk to you when Leviathan is around.

Lucifer might even install a table just for the eight of you to avoid these rages. They're far too much of a hassle to risk dealing with all the time.

(Basically you're restricted to the Devildom version of a peanut-free table)

Satan

He can handle most things.

To an extent

Talking to others? Fine. Eating at other's tables? Chill. Hanging out with flirty demons? No, not okay.

It drives him insane to know others could potentially be weaseling their way into your heart.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Satan's wrath is not to be tested, and is another reason you have you're own special table.

Asmodeus

At first, he really encourages you getting close to people.

Like? It's so cute to see you giggle and blush with other people, and he doesn't mind the other eye candy either 👀.

But then he actually, really, begins to develop feelings for you, and all the sudden he can't stand seeing anyone get too close to you.

You're not some random demon for others to gawk at. You're his (and his brothers but that's not the point).

So everyone needs to stop!

Probably throws a hissy fit and post all about it on Devilgram.

He'll ruin people's social lives for you 💞

Beelzebub

Uh, not really bothered by people getting close to you.

It's just when people get too close, that's when he gets a bit protective.

He doesn't like when people get touchy. It makes him feel uncomfortable, especially when it's a demon.

Doesn't really want you jumping into friendships with demons too fast.

Afterall, they're demons. Liars and manipulators can be hiding anywhere.

Probably stares down any friend you make. He's very, very cautious.

Belphegor

Doesn't like anyone talking to you, plain and simple.

Mostly because he knows some demons think like he used to. They don't believe humans should be here, and he isn't willing to risk you.

Intentionally scares off anyone who even vaguely shows interest in you.

Like, the minute he hears a rumor that someone even likes the pair of earrings you were wearing, he's finding them and interrogating them.

If the school had spare teachers, Belphie would be the reason you would have a seperate class from all the other students.

Seriously, Lucifer is tired of the complaints.