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yungistiny · 29 days ago

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camgirl ═ chapter three

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter three: beautiful mess

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 5.2k

chapter one

chapter two

chapter four

masterlist

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Wooyoung let himself inside y/n house with the spare key she had given him. Rain poured outside as he kicked his shoes off, dragging his feet into the living room where his best friend sat on the couch, Gladiolus, the giant cat perched on the back of it.

Y/N glanced up at Wooyoung from where she sat with her favorite hot pink grinder in her hand. “Did you get any?” She arched a brow at him. Wooyoung grinned, pulling the neon green baggy from his hoodie pocket.

“Come on, you took all day!” Y/N had been waiting for Wooyoung for hours, it was Wednesday, his off day, and he always went to see her on his off days. Always bringing her some of Johnny’s best stuff.

“I had to wait for Johnny to get back forever.” Wooyoung pouted. It’s not his fault Johnny had to go pick up some new stuff from the main man. Kim Hongjoong was not the dealer to piss off so Johnny certainly wasn’t going to keep him waiting.

Y/N rolled the sleeves of her old oversized black Fall Out Boy shirt up, grabbing the black rolling tray off the glass coffee table. Wooyoung grabbed the tv remote as she started to roll a blunt, waiting for the tv to connect to the wifi before going to netflix.

Y/N grinded up a couple of buds, rolling them up into the blueberry wrap in her hands, tongue darting out to lick and seal it. “You sent Mingi to me on purpose, didn’t you?”

Wooyoung smirked, finding some horror movie to turn on. He knew y/n would realize the second she layed eyes on Mingi, that Wooyoung purposely chose him for a reason. That reason being, Mingi was exactly her type. “I didn’t see you complaining last night.”

Y/N lit and took a long hit from the blunt before passing it to Wooyoung. “You even named him.” He giggled. “Like a puppy.”

“Shut up!” Y/N shoved him, face flushed. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Mingi since she met him. It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours yet. 23 and 45 minutes to be exact.

She had texted him last night, asking him if he’s been tested recently, both of them sending each other a pic of proof. She even mentioned how she was on birth control.

Y/N only wanted to take Mingi one way and the thought alone had her needing Friday to hurry up and get there.

“My friends are having a party tonight,” Wooyoung hit the blunt, the smoke exhaling slowly out of his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick at his lip ring. “San’s gonna be there and I want a round two.” He grinned causing y/n to roll her eyes at him.

She hadn’t met this San guy yet but Wooyoung never shut up about him, especially after they had hooked up like a month ago at……

“Wait a minute…” She remembers now, she had thought Mingi’s name was familiar to her when Wooyoung had texted her about him helping her. “It was Mingi’s birthday where the two of you hooked up!”

“Yeah, I told you that.” Wooyoung shrugged hitting the blunt again as y/n was now distracted. “So…. San is his roommate?” She also remembers Wooyoung mentioning something about it when he had practically skipped into her house the day after all giddy.

“Best friend actually and also, yes.” Wooyoung cursed, hissing like a cat when he dropped a fiery ash on his pants, smacking at it. “Will Mingi be there?” Y/N hoped she didn’t sound that interested but clearly she did from the way Wooyoung smirked at her knowingly. “Mingi never misses a party.”

Y/N grabbed the blunt back from him, heart racing at the thought of seeing Mingi outside of… well, what he was helping her with. “We should go.”

Wooyoung giggled. “Of course we should!”

What he failed to mention however was that the friend throwing a party was Mingi.

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“Hoshi and Dk just got here and they’ve already almost caught the bathroom trash on fire.” San sounded exasperated after getting back from locking Byeol up in his bedroom.

Mingi snorted from where he was pouring himself and Jaehyun shots of soju. “It’s not funny.” San huffed as he shoved past an already drunk Boo Seungkwan who was busy singing loudly over the song blasting from the tv, the remote working as a microphone.

“Put that down!” San pointed a finger at Hoshi who had picked up a stool from the small kitchen island, holding it over his head as loud knocking banged at the front door of the apartment. He walked over, shaking his head at the chaos of their friends and opening the door, face flushing red at the sight of Wooyoung.

“Sannie!” Wooyoung beamed at him, throwing his arms around him dramatically. San caught him, gaze now catching sight of the girl behind Wooyoung. “Hi.” He greeted her politely, never having met her before. She was dressed in ripped skinny jeans, black converse, the black lacy bralette visible under the sheer black shirt and cropped dark red leather jacket.

“Y/N, this is San!” Wooyoung pulled away from him, reaching back and grabbing y/n hand, pulling her with him inside the apartment. “Here,” San helped her out of her jacket, hanging it up in the small closet beside the door.

Y/N thanked him, removing her shoes, eying the apartment, taking in the scent of strawberry coming from the pink candle lit on the coffee table in the open living room where Seungkwan was singing along with a girl she didn’t know.

“Y/N…” Seungkwan froze when he saw her, blushing and fidgeting. “I…. I didn’t know you would be here.” Last time he saw her he had dropped her camera, stuttering and hard in his pants before she could even get started on her stream.

“Hi,” the other girl waved at her, flaming red hair up in two pigtails. “I’m Yuqi, it’s nice to finally have another girl around these idiots.”

“Hey!” San pouted causing Yuqi to roll her eyes. “Except you San.” San beamed at her then, looking proud he wasn’t considered a complete and total idiot like the rest of his friends. “Trust me I’d much rather be down the hall in my room right now.”

“Wait..” y/n furrowed her brows. “this is your apartment?” San was Mingi’s roommate which meant this was where Mingi lived, not just some party he’d might be at.

San nodded at her as Wooyoung started trailing his hand up his arm. “You didn’t tell me that.” She gave a pointed look at Wooyoung who shrugged. “Must of slipped my mind.”

“Oh, hello,” Hoshi slid up in front of y/n seemingly out of nowhere. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he grinned at her, his platinum blonde hair standing out. “I’m Hoshi.”

“And I’m DK!” Seokmin appeared beside Hoshi, smirking. “We’re like a two for one special.”

Seungkwan snorted and Yuqi had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Hoshi glared at his best friend as y/n smirked at them, the same smirk she’d given her viewers. “Not in this lifetime.”

Wooyoung cackled and San had to bite his bottom lip to retain himself from laughing. “Y/N, you want a drink?” He motioned for her to follow him towards the kitchen, leaving a now annoyed Hoshi behind to smack his best friend in the back of the head. “Why the hell would you say that?”

Mingi had his head thrown back, downing a shot of everclear, Choi Jongho and Mark Lee’s idea. The alcohol burned, his eyes closing shut and a cough leaving him. “Fuck…” he blinked his eyes back open, shaking his head.

“San,” he smirked when he saw him appear. “Take a shot,” he grinned, his best friend was a light weight. “I want to see how red your face can get.”

San glared at him, pushing Mark out of the way a little to reach the fridge. “We have a little mix of everything..” San gestured for y/n to look in the fridge and choose herself something cold to drink.

Mingi froze. His eyes following her, taking in every inch of her. She certainly looked different without all the pink. His gaze lingered at the exposed skin under the sheer black long sleeved shirt. The lacy bralette so tempting, his fingers itching to grip the black silky choker around her neck. “What are you doing here?”

“You two know each other?” San looked between them, the tension suddenly thick, heavy and hot. “Holy shit!” Jaehyun sort of whispered, semi shouted. Jongho and Mark stared at her, gulping, mouths slightly open because they all knew, well except San apparently, who y/n was.

Y/N smirked at Mingi, arching a brow at him as Wooyoung interrupted them. “She’s my friend Mingi’s working with.”

Jaehyun choked beside Mingi on his own shot of everclear. Oh, Mingi was certainly working with her.

“Oh,” San looked from Wooyoung and around everyone else in the kitchen. He had a feeling there was something he was missing. Like an inside joke he wasn’t apart of. “Please don’t fire him.”

San was a nice guy, a genuinely nice guy and y/n gave him a genuine smile in return. “Hi, y/n!” Jaehyun, Mark and Jongho all greeted her in unison causing Mingi to glare at them.

Mingi had learned quickly after his friends had arrived that all three of them plus seungkwan were failed cameramen for y/n. There was a part of Mingi that didn’t like the thought of his friends being with her, even if they had only held a camera for a short while.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about y/n all day. It was starting to drive him crazy. It’s why he had called his friends to all come over, he needed a distraction.

Now, here she was, in his apartment invading all his walls he was trying to put up which is crazy considering he’d only met her just the day before.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Mingi never got attached. He didn’t do relationships and dating. Not that he was getting attached to y/n or anything.

He was avoiding her the rest of the night and he had no idea why. At one point he had to clench his jaw and grab another bottle of soju when both Hoshi and Seokmin kept flirting with her.

Mingi needed a blunt, and not the sharing kind either. He slipped off, disappearing into his room. He slid his glasses off, placing them on his bedside table, the only light in the room coming from the red shaded lamp that sat there too.

His door left open like usual as he grabbed his stash out from under his mattress. Long fingers rolling the blunt expertly, darting his tongue out to lick and seal it.

The first exhale mixed with the alcohol in his system was already relaxing him. The second hit exhaled through his nose as he got comfortable on his bed, sitting back against the black headboard, eyes closed.

The third hit had him choking when a voice interrupted his daze.

“Are you avoiding me?” Y/N stood in the doorway of his room after asking San and using the bathroom. Mingi’s room was right across the hall, door open and he looked very enticing, very tempting the way he relaxed in his bed, blunt in hand, the scent of the weed mixing with his own.

“I’m not…” Mingi had to catch his breath from the smoke catching in his lungs. “avoiding you.” He was such a fucking liar and the way y/n arched a brow at him, lips tugging into a slight amused smirk, he knew she knew he was lying.

Y/N should definitely just get back to where everyone else was, being alone with Mingi, no camera, no one watching, was dangerous for her. He was everything she was attracted to and everything she tried to avoid.

“You want a hit?” Mingi let the words leave him before he could think. And y/n responded just as quickly before she could stop herself. “Sure.”

Y/N stepped into his room, eying the shadowed corners and the dark gray painted walls. A black record player sat atop a dark mahogany dresser. A black three tier shelf was perched on the wall with records.

A light gray ipad in a clear case sat on a small wooden desk in the corner along with a stereo and an orange tinted glass bong. A small bookshelf made out of the same dark mahogany as his dresser held mangas, some weathered at the creases indicating that Mingi loved them most.

Mingi himself watched her as she observed his sanctuary as he liked to call it before she crawled onto his bed, the black comforter pulling and twisting with her movement. He swore she did it on purpose.

Y/N got herself comfortable next to him, sitting against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of herself as she took in the gray sweatpants he wore. They left little to the imagination as her gaze lingered farther down.

“You sure you want everyone to see how much of a mess I’ll make you?”

His words had been playing in her head since he said it to her.

She knew he had to be big, he was tall, his hands were huge, his shoulders broad under his baggy shirts. And y/n didn’t know if he just wasn’t wearing any underwear or if he really was just big enough to be noticeable in sweats. It was probably both.

Mingi offered her the blunt, his black painted nails already chipping again. His hand brushed hers and he realized the last time he touched her had been when his fingers were buried inside of her.

He watched her, eyes not able to look away from her as she brought the blunt to her lips. Fuck! Why was this turning him on? He tried to shift his focus on the music echoing from the living room where now it was Hoshi and Jongho singing.

“You look different.” Mingi didn’t mean to say that out loud, he had just been thinking about it a lot though since he first saw her in the kitchen earlier.

Y/N passed the blunt back to Mingi, noticing the way he didn’t look at her, head leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed as he hit the blunt.

“What?” She arched a brow at him, accepting the pass of the blunt back to her. “Did you think I dressed head to toe in pink everyday?”

Y/N hated how attractive he was, especially the way he opened his eyes, side eyeing her. Mingi’s voice had dropped an octave deeper due to the high he was now on and y/n really hated the way it made her slightly clench her thighs together.

“Your house has pink everywhere.” Mingi argued causing y/n to roll her eyes as she handed him the blunt back. “I like pink, it’s my favorite color. It also helps people not to recognize me easily when I look the exact opposite offscreen.”

Mingi faced her then, letting his eyes travel from her eyes that were outlined with the darkest black eyeliner to the valley of her breast he could see displayed in the bralette under the sheer shirt.

Y/N felt her breath hitch when his finger dipped between her skin and the black choker around her neck, curving his index finger to tug at the choker a little, it tightening with his intrusion. “You should wear this Friday.”

Mingi was losing himself, it felt like he was under some kind of spell around her. He took another hit of the blunt, holding it back out to her and smirking when she froze for a second, she really wanted him to pull at her choker again.

Y/N grabbed the blunt, it was pretty much gone, and took a long last hit, the smoke filling her lungs as Mingi pouted. “You finished it.” He always liked to get the last hit.

Mingi sat up abruptly when y/n crawled into his lap, straddling him, the blunt now burnt out and placed on his rolling tray on his bedside table. “What are you doing?” His hands instantly went to her hips, gripping them and stifling a moan when her ass practically grinded against him.

Now he really wished he would have worn some underwear under the sweatpants he had on because he was sure there was no way she wasn’t feeling his length, the hardness of him against her.

And she certainly did feel it, certainly big like she had suspected. Y/N gripped Mingi’s chin, moving her face closer, lips brushing his.

Mingi realized what she was doing, opening his mouth a little to allow her to blow the smoke she had kept locked in her own and fuck did he get harder.

“Mingi? Have you seen…” San gasped, avoiding his eyes from them. Why did Mingi never shut his damn door? “Y/N, Seungkwan and Yuqi are looking for you, wondering if they can catch a ride with you back to your side of the city.”

Mingi could slap the shit out of his best friend in that moment. “Sure.” Y/N voice sounded so much like it had the day before on the livestream, all breathy, full of lust and Mingi felt his dick twitch.

Y/N crawled out of his lap, sliding off his bed, smiling at San and turning to smirk back at Mingi. “I’ll see you Friday.”

San watched y/n walk back up the hall and into the living room, turning his amused and slightly exasperated gaze back onto his best friend. “I thought I told you not to sleep with her?”

Mingi groaned, his dick aching in his sweats. “I haven’t.” He sighed, a small lopsided smile pulling at his lips.

“Yet.”

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By the time Friday had arrived both Mingi and Y/N were so sexually frustrated that they both woke up in a bad mood.

First, Thursday, Mingi’s dad pissed him off. He had found out that Mingi’s mom sent him money, money he sent back mind you!

Then he had to do the one thing that really pissed Mingi off. Compare him to his older brother.

”You’re 25 years old Mingi. By the time your brother was your age he was already married and helping me run the restaurant.”

Mingi was not his older brother and never would be. And he hated when someone compared them. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his older brother but he had been compared to him his entire life.

Second, Thursday, Y/N step mother decided to visit her. Of course, like always, her step mother had to scold and berate her over every little thing.

“I swear, this is your father’s fault! He spoiled you too much, him and your grandmother. Every choice you make is in poor taste. Always dressed so dreary, not even trying to settle down! You’re 25 years old, don’t you think it’s time to grow up?”

By the time it was time for them to meet up, Mingi was running late, sleeping half the day away and then waking up to jump into the shower. He didn’t even have time to get high before leaving, no time to relax his irritation.

Y/N was growing irritated with Mingi now, huffing when he was becoming well of half an hour late. She started to think that maybe he had changed his mind, perhaps he wouldn’t show up at all?

But of course he showed up. Mingi needed to lose himself, cloud his mind and y/n was the perfect distraction. “You’re late.” Y/N had her arms folded across her chest that was covered by an oversized vintage Metallica shirt. Her voice having a bite to it that only turned Mingi on.

“Well let’s get started then.” He kicked his shoes off, pulling his oversized black Diesel hoodie off, tossing it onto her couch where her cat decided to curl up into it.

Y/N gaze lingered on his arms and the way the black tank top fit him, ascentiuating his waist. And y/n could have sworn he had the sluttiest waist she’s ever seen on a man.

Mingi followed her up to her room, smirking when he noticed she had worn the choker just like he had made sure to wear those gray sweatpants he noticed she liked.

Being in her room made Mingi realize what was going to happen and fuck did he need it. He could feel himself growing harder just thinking about being in her mouth.

“You can sit the camera up over there.” Y/N gestured towards a stand that was angled towards her bed.

Mingi waited for y/n to finishing getting ready, his eyes not leaving her once as she pulled her underwear down her legs, this time a black lacy pair.

His gaze was so dark, filled with so much need and lust it was suffocating as he watched her grab the same little pink vibrator she had used the last time. Mingi knew the second she had him in her mouth he was gonna lose it.

There’s no way he was gonna be able to just let her suck his dick and then go home. Mingi felt like he was on a high when he was around her. Getting that same euphoric haze he got after smoking weed or eating a handful of edibles.

He felt like he was on autopilot turning the camera on, getting the stream started, anxious to have her already and didn’t give a shit how many watched.

Y/N greeted the viewers, that sweet, innocent smile on her face. Fuck, Mingi wanted to ruin her. He wanted to mark her. He wanted to feel her so good she’d be drunk on him for days.

Mingi watched her, easing closer towards her with the camera, his gaze not leaving her breasts hidden behind the black lacy bra she had on.

“Spike?”

Mingi blinked, meeting her gaze and realizing she had been talking to him amidst his daze. “What?” His voice was deep, unrecognizable to his own ears.

Y/N had to keep from glaring at him. He had been distracted the entire time, like her words were going through one ear and out the other. “Are you joining me or not?” There was a bite to her voice again and Mingi seemed to snap out of his daze.

Y/N watched him take the camera over to the stand, moving it closer towards the bed and angling, zooming in slightly.

She felt some of her irritation leave her when Mingi pulled his black tank top off, tossing it in the computer chair. He was so toned, his abs perfectly outlined, a light happy trail from his belly button disappeared under the waistband of his sweats.

Mingi didn’t even try hiding his face, he didn’t care who saw him. He actually felt a bit of adrenaline at all those watching would see him have her.

Y/N felt her heart start racing when Mingi kneeled on the bed in front of her, still towering over her as he slipped two of his fingers under her choker, pulling her towards him.

“You know…” Mingi tugged at the choker and used his other hand to grip her chin, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “I don’t think you can fit me in there.”

Y/N clenched her thighs together, forgetting about the stream as soon he touched her. A moan escaped her when the little pink vibrator started, the viewers already sending in, ready for them to get started.

“First…” Mingi pulled both his hands back, fingers tracing the straps of her bra before sneaking around and unhooking it expertly. He wanted to dive in, take his time for both of her perfect fucking tits but right now he was needy.

He smirked at the dazed look in y/n eyes, her hand reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He wasn’t the only needy one. Her breathy words that came tumbling from her lips made Mingi lose it. “Please fuck my face.”

Mingi stepped off the bed, standing right at the foot of it and held y/n gaze as he pulled his sweats down, pooling at his feet. He was big, y/n felt herself clenching around nothing, aching suddenly, aching to know what it would feel for him to stretch her. To fill her.

Y/N slid across the bed to him, the vibrator suddenly pulsing faster as she laid down before him on her stomach and elbows, looking up at him, face level with his hard dick.

Mingi tangled a hand into her hair, pulling her head back further. “Open your mouth.” His voice was deep and dominant. She did as he told her to in an embarrassing quickness. Instantly doing as he commanded.

She blinked, gasping, when he spit down into her mouth. “Show me.” Mingi tugged at her hair and y/n moaned, holding her tongue out where his spit was.

“I’m gonna make sure you fit every single inch,” he gripped himself in his free hand. “and I’m not gonna stop until you feel me…” he let his grip in her hair go, trailing his fingers to the back of her neck inching up to where the back of her throat would be. “right here.”

Y/N wasted no more time with his slight teasing, tongue darting out to lick up the length of him, tracing the veins of his dick like she was trying to paint a masterpiece.

“Fuck.” Mingi once again gripped her hair, tugging it a little harsher then before, his dick twitching, precum leaking from the tip which y/n licked clean. “Stop teasing.”

Y/N reached out, gripping at his thighs to brace herself as she brought his tip into her mouth, sucking and lapping at it with her tongue. A guttural moan left Mingi as he now tangled both his hands into her hair, gripping tightly as he pulled her head back. “Remember what I told you when you asked for this?”

“You sure you want everyone to see how much of a mess I’ll make you?”

Of course y/n remembered! She couldn’t get his teasing words out of her head. “Then make a fucking mess out of me.” She snapped at him, bratty and impatient. Mingi groaned, his dick twitching and bobbing at her chin. Well, if that’s what she wants….

She gagged as soon as he thrusted himself into her mouth, his tip pushing past her gag reflex, tapping the back of her throat and y/n had to take a moment to breathe through her nose, his dick heavy on her tongue, filling her mouth and throat full.

Mingi swore right then and there he’d never again see anything better then y/n choking on him. “Look at you, Princess….” Y/n felt the vibrator hit the highest pulse, sending her into a moaning mess around him, tears pooling into her eyes by the stretch of him. “are you struggling?”

He was teasing her now, pulling his length almost all the way back out of her mouth only to thrust it back in.

Mingi was a fucking menace and y/n had never been more turned on.

He allowed her a little time, a few more thrusts and strokes to adjust to him before Mingi started a fast pace, dick buried as far in her throat as it could go, her nose meeting his pelvis every time, spit drooling out the creases of her mouth. The most sinful and lewd noises echoing from the constant gag and Mingi’s deep moans.

Y/N felt herself close, the vibrator and Mingi’s moans about to send her over the edge and her poor aching clit hadn’t even been touched yet.

Mingi bit his bottom lip, looking down at her as he continued to do what she wanted and fuck her face. He was also doing what he said and was making a complete mess out of her.

It was taking everything in him to not pull his dick out of her mouth, spread her out on her bed and sink himself all the way inside her, as far as he could go. As far as she could take him.

Y/N gasped, breathing deeply and panting when Mingi pulled her head back, his dick popping from her mouth. He untangled his hands from her hair, pulling her up to her knees by her choker.

And then he was kissing her, tasting himself on her, both of them moaning into each other.“Can I fuck you?” Mingi was practically begging, his forehead resting down against her own as he pulled back from her lips.

Y/N hadn’t planned on it, not yet, but fuck she needed him. She smirked, loving the way he gripped at her choker tighter. “Do you want to ruin me, Mingi?”

She spoke just loud enough that he could hear, so those watching wouldn’t hear. Mingi didn’t answer her, crashing his lips back to her own and wrapping his arms around her.

Hands gripped her thighs, Mingi spreading her legs open, breaking the kiss and stared down at her. She was the most beautiful mess he’d ever seen.

Y/N let out a whimper as he removed the vibrator from her, dropping it onto the bed. Mingi slid one hand up her body, wrapping it around her throat as he used his other to guide himself into her soaked and aching pussy.

She was tight, so tight Mingi was fucking whimpering. Y/N choked back a sob when he thrusted, filling her and bottoming out.

It was only painful for a split second, Mingi pausing, freezing his movements to let her adjust to him, his length and width stretching her but as soon as he started to move, the most intoxicating moan Mingi had ever heard left her.

His grip on her throat tightened only slightly as his other hand moved to grab her leg, gripping at her ankle as he brought it up to rest over his shoulder.

Y/N eyes, pupils blown, caught sight of his cross pendant chain dangling above her and Mingi literally growled when she arched up, pulling the cross pendant into her mouth with her teeth.

“You’re so fucking dirty.” Mingi grinned, his thrust fast, hard and making y/n a moaning, crying mess. “Pussy fucking perfect…” he pulled all the way out, a white ring of cream coating his length as his tip brushed her clit. “And all these people watching get to see me make it mine.”

“MINGI…” y/n couldn’t help the loud slip of his name, it escaping her in the loudest cry she’d ever heard come from herself.

Mingi was pounding into her now, letting his grip on her throat go to bring his hand down to pull her other leg up, both now draped over his shoulders.

Y/N was coming the second one of his hands reached down and his thumb started rubbing her clit. Her orgasm hit her with shaking legs, clenching Mingi’s dick tightly as she squirted with every last sloppy thrust of his own before he too came, filling her up and collapsing against her, panting.

Mingi knew he was fucked now. He was already addicted. On a high that was nothing but her and there was no way he was gonna be able to let it go.

He was so fucked.

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in-over-my-head · 3 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @clareguilty! I could have sworn I was already following you, but I am now, lmao. Tagging @always-mimits and @geekmom13

As a gift for the tag, here's a snippet from a Stetopher that's been floating around in my head for a while. Hopefully, I will get it out soon!

Chris could only stare wide-eyed as Stiles and Peter came through the door loaded with bags. “Don’t look at me like that,” Peter huffed, shifting the grocery bags in his hands. “You never have decent food here, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to survive on your processed trash.”

Shaking his head, the hunter waved Stiles toward the hallway. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

“Dude, you know we’ve been here before, right?” Laughing, Stiles followed Chris back to the spare bedroom.

“Yeah, I,” clearing his throat, Chris lifted an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of luggage.”

Looking down at the two duffels he had strapped across his chest and the large suitcase he pulled behind him, Stiles snorted, “This is just Peter’s shit. The man does not understand the meaning of packing light.”

“You still got more outside?” bouncing the baby in his arms, Chris started back down the hall. “I can help get stuff if you need me to.”

“Just take care of the baby, Daddy.”

Chris jerked, spinning back to look at Stiles with a raised eyebrow.

“Yup,” Stiles laughed, holding his hands up. “That was weird. Won’t do it again.”

“I don’t even know if I’m keeping him,” Chris said, snuggling CJ under his chin. He smiled as the baby started patting his cheek. “Derek said his pack was probably gone. I just wanna make sure he’s safe before I let him go somewhere new.”

“Yeah, you know damn well that’s not why it was weird,” rolling his eyes, Stiles paused as he pushed open the screen door, “but I get it. That’s why we’re here. No one’s gonna hurt the little dude if we can help it.”

It took every ounce of Chris’s self-control not to jump as a hand slid across his shoulder. Looking back with a raised eyebrow, he met Peter’s eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Derek said we needed to mix scents with you to calm CJ.” Stepping in so that their bodies brushed together, Peter smirked as his hand slid down across Chris’s chest. “This is where he usually lays his head, is it not?”

The hot press of Peter at his back was making Chris’s stomach swoop in a way it hadn’t in years. He’d had a thing for Peter for a while, but when your family’s responsible for killing most of someone’s, you gotta assume they wouldn’t be interested in you. Even still, he couldn’t help but relax back into that heat as Peter’s other hand settled on his waist. Reminding himself that he couldn’t have this wolf, he cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, that’s where he usually sleeps.”

He was so distracted by how close Peter was that he missed the door opening. “Jesus, Peter, can you at least help me carry everything inside before you start molesting him? There are still groceries in the trunk, plus your stupid bathroom bag that, I swear to god, is bigger than our actual bathroom.”

Chris jerked forward, feeling guilty for the direction of his thoughts. “That’s not-he’s scent marking me,” the hunter stuttered. “Derek said we needed to for CJ.”

Snorting, Stiles smirked at him, “Yeah, for CJ.” Shaking his head, he bumped shoulders with Peter on his way past. “Help me carry everything in, then you can scent mark him. For CJ.”

“You’ll have to do it too, sweetheart.”

“Think I can be as subtle as you?” Huffing as he walked past, Stiles shot a look over his shoulder, wagging his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll just crawl in his lap.”

Not sure what to make of the conversation around him, Chris’s eyes darted between them. Stiles didn’t sound mad, but the remark about subtilty and crawling in his lap was a little weird. Peter had been extra touchy, but it wasn’t like he wanted anything other than to scent mark, so how did one thing correlate with the other? The idea of Stiles crawling into his lap did things to his already ramped up libido. He needed to shift his focus before Peter realized what was happening with him. “I’m gonna go make the baby a bottle. You guys just keep doing whatever this is.”

Chris pushed past him, cursing under his breath as Peter’s nostrils flared. “Jesus,” he muttered, looking around his kitchen. Bags were everywhere, and organic everything was spilling out of the tops. Looking up as Stiles came in, Chris lifted an eyebrow, “This is a lot of stuff.”

#wip wednesday #stetopher #i love fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf edit #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #peter hale #steter #hale pack #Daddy Chris Argent #teen wolf chris #teen wolf peter hale #stargent #petopher

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sam-loves-seb · 1 month ago

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weekly tag wednesday thursday? maybe?

thanks for the tags loves @jrooc @deedala @gardenerian <3

name: sam(antha)

age you are mentally: like, 23

top 3 fics that came out last year (that you can remember at this point lol): absolutely ignoring the 3 rule

changing like shifting shadows by vitalspark

claiming intimacy by echotrees

double bullseye by @whatthebodygraspsnot

losing dogs by @sgtmickeyslaughter

lilac shirts and bart simpson by @em-harlsnow

i'm sure there are more that i've absolutely loved, this is just me going through my bookmarks and seeing which ones i remember

add in any authors who you read all of their things:

i know i'm gonna forget some but @crossmydna @whatthebodygraspsnot @catgrassplantdad @em-harlsnow @mmmichyyy @the-rat-wins off the top of my head

fave artist/band/singer/group your discovered last year (has to be new to you, not new): gotta be chappell roan baby

one thing you learnt last year that you’re taking into 2025: it's never too late to start over, it's never too late to go for what you want

was it a good year or bad year? good i think !! i--

finally left the job i hated and found a new one at a place i love

travelled (minimally) for the first time in a few years !! went to albany and nyc with some pocket pals <3

actually started and maintained a workout routine last summer that i'm still carrying into the new year

tried a lot of new things !!

is there anything superstitious you do to try and continue that vibe or absolutely change it? not really, other than just trying to listen to myself and my body a little bit more

fave WIPs you're following into this year:

itqd by @spoonfulstar

the blackwing prophecy by @crossmydna

iron bars by @em-harlsnow

are you doing any January ‘get healthy’ things?

yeah i usually do dry january but this year i think i'm extending it because i'm doing the "75 soft" challenge, or at least a variation of it. i have to do all of these things every day for seventy-five days

workout for at least 30 minutes

drink 2L of water

read 10 pages of a book

no drinking alcohol (i have 2 exceptions for this on planned trips)

so far it's been pretty good, i'm on day 23/75 and the newness is wearing off and it's starting to feel tedious and annoying but i think i just gotta keep pushing and keep grinding so wish me luck

more random questions ~~ did you consider yourself an avid reader before you found fanfic?

yeah i've always been an avid reader ever since i was a kid

do you read books as well as fanfic?

yes, i read 48 books in 2024 lmao

what are you doing to survive this january so far?

writing a lot ?? idk i'm watching a lot of tv and movies too and that feels like it's doing more to distract me lmao but yeah trying to write and work on some stuff

tagging anyone who wants to play cuz i'm almost two days late and i feel like everyone has done this already lol

#weekly tag wednesday #tag games

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lumine-no-hikari · 3 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #364

After writing yesterday's letter to you, I managed to find my 7th set of braces. I had not, in fact, taken them out when I ate. I took them out for a different (but nonetheless important!) reason, and for that reason, I ended up leaving them in a strange place and promptly forgetting about them (because what is this “object permanence” of which y'all mortals speak???).

But I have them now! So I took out the 8th set and put the 7th back in, much to the relief of the structure of my skull, I'm sure! So we're back on track for the 8th set being installed into my face on the day I write my 371st letter to you! Yay!

Sometime after going to sleep, poor J woke in the night to vomit. V, O, and I didn't get sick, so we can only assume that it was something that J ate somewhere else. He was recently given leftover restaurant food, and he recently ate at a relatively low-quality pizza chain. It can take up to 72 hours for the effects of food poisoning to manifest, so it's hard to say exactly what caused it. I was sleeping next to V, but when I heard the sound, I woke up to tend to him. After it was all over, I got him some warm water and warm apple slices, microwaved until slightly translucent. Then I brought him some extra blankets and tucked him into bed in his room. I spent the rest of the night beside him.

I still wonder if you've ever had food poisoning. If you have, then I hope that someone kindhearted took care of you through it. It's a terrible thing to have to go through alone.

I woke up a few hours later. He was still not feeling great, so I went out, both to pick up some brownies that Br, the dandelion-haired man, made for me and my house, and to pick up some Pedialyte and saltine crackers at the grocery for J. J tried to say he only needs the Pedialyte, since we have apples at home. But I know enough about food poisoning to understand that apples are acidic and potentially not great for an already-irritated stomach. I got the saltines anyway, and he ended up eating quite a few of them. It was good.

I spent most of the rest of today leisure writing and generally keeping watch just in case J needed anything. I tried the brownies that Br had made; they had bits of dried apricots in them, which complemented the chocolatey flavor nicely. They were some of the gooiest brownies I've ever eaten - truly delectable. He said he's gonna tell me the recipe soon; I wonder if I can use it to improve the pumpkin brownies I made for you.

Today, V chilled out in the living room, doing V's own thing. Parallel play is lovely because we can all do our own thing, and there's no pressure for any of us to entertain each other. It's good stuff! M did his own thing, too. J spent a fair bit of time sleeping today, and that was good. Towards the evening, it seemed like J had managed to expel the offending substance from his system, and he felt a lot better. He and I brought V home, and then we came back. M, J, and I watched DanDaDan, and that was very good. J is now in bed, sleeping. M is unwinding in his room. I'll go to sleep next to M soon – probably after I'm done with today's letter, unless I get distracted doing something else.

Instead of physical therapy on Tuesday this week (today), it is tomorrow (Wednesday). R, too, will come by to visit tomorrow. He wants to bake the cookie dough he gave to us. It should be a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to the results. Tomorrow should be delightfully busy. Though I'm still hoping to get a sec to try out that game that An from work suggested. I'll take pictures of it for you when I do, okay?

...I wish you were here. I wish you were here to witness all the little things. To see all the beauty in the small interactions. To be part of all the little ways we of my house and my social circle take care of each other when the going gets rough. I speak of you often enough that it's almost as though you're here, floating around in the aether. Almost.

...Impossible, I know. Forget I said it, okay?

Anyway, I think you'd love it here. And I know you'd fit right in. Seamlessly, you'd fit right in. Because I don't keep friends who go around judging others for their appearance, abilities, or manner of birth. It's not how we do. You'd be absolutely fine here. We'd keep you safe from anyone who might try to be an asshole in your general direction. You wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

...Well uh. Except for the whole “climate change” thing and the whole “imminent rise of fascism” thing. Today it was like 50 degrees Fahrenheit at my house (10 degrees Celsius) when it's supposed to be 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius) or less. But ya know, if by some small miracle we could get you here temporarily to hang out and have a nice time with us, we could probably send you back home before the shit really hits the fan.

...Maybe you'd take us with you. I wonder how we might adjust to life on your planet. I suspect that your planet is probably at least a little smaller than mine. Probably your atmosphere is richer in oxygen, too. I wonder how it'd work out. O'course, my dyspraxic, Ehlers-Danlos-afflicted ass probably wouldn't be able to fight the wildlife where you live. So there's that. All things considered, I'd probably get eaten by something in less than a week. Ah well.

It's impossible anyway. Not sure why I'm even thinking about it.

Well. It's late and there's nothing else rolling around up in my head. So I guess I'll go to sleep. I'm kinda short on hours in that regard...

Maybe I'll leave you this nice playlist, just in case you have trouble sleeping sometime:

youtube

...I wish you could tell me what's rolling around up in your head. It'd be nice. And... I think maybe you could use someone to talk to who doesn't wanna hurt ya somehow...

Hey. I love you a whole lot. So please stay safe out there. Remember to reach out to someone who cares for you when you're struggling, okay? And try to remember, too, that you've got a lot of people here who truly do care about you. Angeal and Zack certainly do, even if they're sometimes derpy-derps who drop the ball.

No one is perfect, Sephiroth. And you don't have to be perfect, either.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

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obvious-captain-rogers · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Got a couple treats for y'all today!

From my s1 rewrite:

Jamie was so deep in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear anyone coming up to him until black boots were resting in front of him. “The fuck’re you still doing here?” Jamie’s eyes snapped up from the scuffed tips to Roy Kent’s confused face.

“Oh, erm, summat wrong with my flat, I guess,” Jamie said and shrugged slightly.

“What do you-?” But before Roy could get the question out, Higgins was rounding the corner with a crease between his brows and a flush on his cheeks.

“Jamie, I’m terribly sorry. There’s been a burst pipe in the flat and it doesn’t look like they’ll be able to fix it and have the place cleaned up for at least a week.” Jamie’s stomach dropped as he blinked at Higgins, unsure what the fuck he was even supposed to say to that. “We can arrange to put you up in a hotel somewhere-”

“He can come home with me,” Roy said easily making Jamie and Higgins both turn to look at him with wide eyes. “It’s just a week or so, yeah?” Higgins nodded mutely, apparently just as intimidated by Richmond’s captain as plenty of other people were. “I’ve got space.”

Jamie’s heart felt like it was in his throat. It just- there was no way. No fucking way that Roy Kent was offering to take Jamie home with him. It felt like some sort of thing that a teenager might come up with. Jamie was pretty sure multiple teenagers had written out their fantasies just like this. “You don’t- erm, ‘s really not a big deal.”

“Just get your stuff and let’s go. Higgins, you have my number?” Roy asked. The man nodded, still seemingly stunned. “Call me when the flat is fixed.” Roy glanced back at Jamie and nodded towards the door. “Let’s go.”

From the latest in the Ollie-verse:

She was hoping that it would be Roy’s face lighting up her screen, but it was Paddy’s. She swiped to answer and then lifted the phone to her ear with a soft smile. “Hey, stranger,” she teased. Ever since she’d moved to London, it’d been hard to keep up with each other, especially after Paddy got married and had a kid of your own. “How’s me goddaughter?”

“Finally not teethin’ anymore, thank fuck,” Paddy laughed down the line. “Think you undersold how absolutely shit that was gonna be.”

“Oi, you weren’t the one bein’ bit on the tit so I think you can just suck it up, mate,” Jamie laughed as Paddy made a considering noise. “You and Evie doin’ alrigh’?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Paddy said and she could hear the smile on his face. “Know the wee lad’s birthday is comin’ up and wanted to give ya a call.” There was a distracted sort of edge to Paddy’s voice. Before Jamie could ask though, he was talking again. “And I know that- that you and Roy’ve taken up wit’ each other, seen it in the press an’ all, so I thought I’d call. See how he’s doin’.”

From my kinktober omegaverse fic:

“You have a match,” Roy pointed out as if Jamie would forget.

Jamie licked a stripe over Roy’s neck to make him shudder. “Then I’ll just have to tire you out before then, won’t I?” He nipped at the spot lightly and Roy let out a low, pleased rumble. “Make sure you’re properly knackered so you’ll just sleep while I’m out.”

Roy snorted at him and rolled his eyes as if he didn’t believe it were possible despite the fact that they had tested that theory on more than one occasion. “What? Just going to fuck me stupid, get me pupped, and then jaunt off to play the big man? Should I have your dinner ready for you when you get home?” There wasn’t any bite to the teasing- and that’s really all that it was- but Jamie felt something sharp and hot lance through him at the image of coming home to Roy with a rounded belly and kissing him at the door. “Jesus, Jamie, I was only joking,” Roy said and smoothed his thumb over Jamie’s cheek, taking his silence for discomfort.

Jamie’s mouth felt clumsy and stupid- the feeling not dissimilar to if he’d taken a crowbar to the back of the skull- so he put it to better use by ducking in to kiss Roy fervently, angling Roy’s jaw just right and coaxing his mouth open to lick inside and feel Roy’s moans vibrating against his tongue.

#my writing #my fic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #royjamie #roy/jamie #jamie tartt #roy kent #kinktober #fem!jamie tartt #and ollie makes three #ollie-verse

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idontknowreallywhy · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Might have a couple of different ones to share today. This one is a bit experimental and may forever stay a WIP (especially if I fail to get the discord skin for ao3 to comply with my will 🙃)

Herewith the thought experiment that nobody needed…

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Extract of Discord Chat between rocket46boi and Anarchy_Aunt_Est44

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So - big news!

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You beat the Undead Overlord???!

WITHOUT ME??

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No, you daft idiot we have a hot date with that guy tonight.

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Oh of course. I did not forget that.

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You’ve been having a stab at it without me haven’t you?

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Noooooooo.

Well a bit.

I mean we both know it’s impossible as a solo run. Just testing out some options… you know so I don’t let you down in the field, right?

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Haha guilty conscience much?

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Um, sorry… I just couldn’t resist when everyone was off doing stuff and I just… needed a distraction from all the everything.

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Mate, it’s cool. And you do have my number you know, if you need a distraction just text me.

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Aww thanks ☺️

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Anyway - back here whatever 19:00 GMT is where you are?

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Cool. Yeah! Looking forward to it!

Usual caveat for if I’m not there it’s not personal just my part time job thing you know sometimes the hours are a bit random.

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Yeah yeah Mr Mysterious.

Anyway…

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Sorry!!!! What news, my Queen?

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I’m not going to college!

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Wait, what?

Don’t tell me they turned down your scholarship?!! Those ignorant bastards!

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Calm down hun

(though your rage on my behalf is cute 🥰 )

I did get that, but am not gonna need it.

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Has someone said something? Don’t let the losers get in your head.

Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean you have so much potential??

You’d smash college!

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Slow doooown.

I’m not just bumming out.

I have a job!

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Oh! Uh, ok what kind of job?

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Not 100% clear yet but it’s in experimental digital tech field and there’ll be a shedload of training on the job and best bit is…

Drumroll please…

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What? What?!!

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ACCOMMODATION INCLUDED!

Oh! You get out of the SH hellscape!!

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Yep!!!

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That must be a relief.

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Yeah. Oh you have no idea.

Like, I wish them well and all but… my ‘neighbours’ are just constant drama. College would be cool but how on Earth I’d get that kind of study done with all that going on?

Instead I get a sweet little flat with just a couple of other trainees who will actually be On My Level you know?

The only one I’ll miss is Clarry. Might see if I can put a good word in for him when I get settled.

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Well, congrats! When do you start?

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Tomorrow!

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Oh!

Wow that’s fast!

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Yeah the guy is keen to start on whatever this new project is so - tomorrow I get on a private jet to somewhere awesome!

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Ok. Wow. You weren’t wrong that’s huge news

I’m really pleased for you

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Chin up rocketboi, it’s a tech job, gaming has gotta be an unwritten part of the job description! We’ll still hang out ;)

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Oh ok :) Good to know!

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Should be a decent WiFi connection there as it’s not paid for by the skinflints at SS! I might even kick your ass more easily.

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Hahaha like you need any help with that!!!

I really am pleased for you!

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Thanks ☺️ I’m pleased for me too.

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Ok I gotta run but, see you later for giant-zombie-crushing?

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Laters xx

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #wip wednesday #idontknowreallywhy fanfic

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moogaiashe · 1 month ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Got tagged by @lathez

(I don't have very many friends so I can't really tag anyone else)

Havent been working on much recently. I did wanna start writing some stuff tho, so maybe yall can have some of that. However, I usually don't post this stuff :P

So here is some lore for my OC Eden that ive recently sketched out

ft. I Love You So(I like the acoustic version better) by The Walters!!

Also I've decided to leak my writing too gang it's lowk shit but fuck it we ball

Eden woke up to her husband’s loud snoring. She sighed, crawling out of bed carefully. After last night, she didn’t dare wake him. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, whispered I love you, and walked into the washroom. She looked at her bare body in the mirror, littered with bruises. I wish I could just stop loving him, she thought. As she filled up the bathtub, she took out a towel. The water was steaming, but it didn’t burn as much as her emotions. Eden didn’t know how to deal with them; and it stung. As the water ran through her hair, she thought of every way she could leave him. But as it fell back into the tub, she remembered every good memory she had with him. Eden didn’t even notice her tears until she heard herself sobbing. How does this hurt her so much? She’s just dealing with what every other woman does. Does that make her weak?

I was gonna write more but my husband got home and now I'm distracted. so that's all u get. Happy WIP Wednesday guys

#my art #art #ashe draws #digital art #tes #tes oc #skyrim oc #tes ocs #writing #tes fic #ashe writes #eden sappire

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missjanjie · 8 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

i dont even remember the last time i did one. anyways, here's the first bit of the next better than revenge chapter!

Mirage stood in front of the whiteboard in the meeting room with a black marker in hand. She waited for Jan and Gigi to get settled before writing ‘honeypot’ in big letters on the board. “Do any of you guys know what this is? And it’s not what Winnie the Pooh eats out of.”

“It’s like, a decoy, right?” Jan asked. “Like in spy movies, that’s the sexy woman they have distract guards or minor villains, stuff like that.”

“Basically, yeah,” she nodded. “Jaida and Rosé said you guys would be the best fit to be the designated honeypots of the group, so that’s what we’re gonna work on. ‘Cause it’s more than just being hot and distracting people.”

While the group had always distributed duties equally, the intensity and levels needed for the new work they’ve taken on required them to divide and conquer. Denali and Symone had the strongest physical prowess, Mik and Nicky were the sharpest shooters, and Jan and Gigi were the most charismatic, though often in different ways. On top of that, they had the strongest aversion to the more gruesome aspects of the job. It had become imperative for everyone to play to their strengths, and both Mirage and Anetra were happy to impart their wisdom.

“First thing’s first,” Mirage began once they got the rest of the formalities out of the way, “You can’t put all your focus on your target like when you’re doing a stakeout or sniping. You must be aware of everything around you, especially whoever you’re covering.” She looked between them and added, “Though, from what I understand, I don’t have to worry about teamwork with you guys.”

Jan tilted her head. “Because we’re both in relationships with other crew members?”

Gigi rolled her eyes. “No, because we both had Lasik. Obviously, she meant our relationships.”

#wip wednesday

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froizetta · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday!

I've tried to mostly post excerpts from unpublished stuff for WIP Wednesday, but I'm kinda running out of bits that work out of context. So instead, have an out-of-context excerpt from chapter 4 of (Love) Triangles. I've decided it's not spoilers actually because it's Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent meeting at basically-a-gala and like. Of COURSE that was gonna happen this chapter. Come on now.

He hadn’t expected to see the cute reporter from the bar last week at tonight’s event; Kent’s name hadn’t been on the guest list. But there he was, standing by himself in a secluded corner, frowning at something on the other side of the room. Bruce followed his gaze but only saw an unremarkable selection of attendees and the canapé table. To all appearances, the man was just staring into the middle distance, looking frustrated and mildly queasy. Most likely, he was feeling out of his element here, Bruce thought. He certainly looked it, hunched over by the wall in a cheap, rented tux that was clearly two sizes too big.

Bruce felt himself frown. It was frankly criminal that he managed to hide that ridiculously perfect body under such unflattering clothes. It honestly felt like a waste. Just like the first time they’d met, Bruce was hit with the irrational urge to tell him to stand up straight and give him the number of his tailor.

Hm. He seemed to be turning into Alfred at the ripe old age of 29. Maybe the man had a point about diversifying his social pool.

But still, disappointing wardrobe aside, Kent had been a more than pleasant temporary distraction. Pleasant, and shockingly…vigorous. Kent had certainly seemed satisfied as well, and thoroughly enough that he didn’t so much as stir while Bruce made his way out of the suite after he’d fallen asleep.

A pleasant heat curled in Bruce’s belly at the memory. The encounter had been playing on his mind in the intervening week, more than he’d expected. Now wasn’t the time for anything like that, but…perhaps if he played his cards right tonight, Kent could be persuaded into a repeat performance?

It was certainly worth a try.

He slid a hand into his pocket and sauntered over. “Clark!” he called out brightly.

Kent blinked as if startled and looked over as he approached. His blue, blue eyes widened in shock. “Bru— Mr. Wayne?” he stammered.

“Oh, Clark, I thought I finally got you to call me Bruce!” he said in mock dismay. He smiled then, slow and wicked. “Several times, in fact, by my fond recollection.”

As predicted, Kent flushed. Bruce had quickly discovered during their first meeting that Kent was an easy blusher, which made teasing him very rewarding. He edged a little closer, just a touch more so than was friendly, and said lowly, “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all week. How's my favorite reporter been getting on? Well, I hope?”

He expected Kent’s initial surprise to resolve into a bashful smile. But instead, those captivating eyes hardened and his mouth twisted into a frown. “I think I’ll stick with Mr. Wayne, thanks,” he said coolly. “I’d like to keep things professional, if possible.”

Bruce’s grin faltered.

Hm. Maybe aiming for a repeat performance was an ambitious plan after all.

He stepped away to give the man his space back, palms up in a gesture of easy surrender. “Of course. I didn’t mean to get…you know. Overexcited. I take it you’re here for business rather than pleasure?”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wayne,” Kent said, in a tone that suggested that the amount due was a little over none, “this isn’t exactly the kind of place I’d come to for pleasure.”

“A pity,” he said lightly. “I find it extremely rewarding to mix the two myself.”

Kent huffed. “And here I thought you were on a strict diet of the latter.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the bitterness in his tone. It wasn’t exactly an unfair comment, but…

“Honestly, Clark, I don’t know why you’re acting so sore all of a sudden,” he said with a polite frown. “I mean, if either of us was gonna be sore after that night, I really think it should be me, with the way you—”

“Bruce,” Kent hissed, eyes wide and scandalized.

“Hm. So we’re back to Bruce now, huh?”

Kent let out a soft groan of frustration. His gaze darted around the room as if expecting the eyes and ears of the assembled guests to be on him. Seeing that the other guests were, on the whole, more preoccupied with depleting LexCorp’s catering stock and pretending to enjoy mind-numbing small talk, he returned his attention to Bruce. “Mr. Wayne,” he said stiffly. “Could I speak with you in private for a moment?”

This wasn’t exactly the exit from the party floor he’d been aiming for, but Bruce was nothing if not adaptable. Facing off with a former lover would work just as well for the cover. He smiled his most charming smile, just to the left and down a bit from obsequious. “Lead the way.”

#superbat #my fic #bruce wayne #clark kent #brucie should come with a warning label tbh #even when he's being nice(-ish)

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cupoftaae · 2 years ago

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ we have to be adults now (chapter 9)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

wc- 6k

chapter warnings- theres kind of a time jump (not long) later in the chapter, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of hookups, kaito, slight angst , mentions of an anxiety attack

a/n- hey guys, so sorry for delaying this for 2 weeks, my semester is ending first week of may and i'll be more free to write and post more often, I am gonna get a different job as well where I work mornings over the summer so my nights are free :D hope u guys enjoy, love ya!

The following week was.....odd.

Not in a bad way, nor perfect way, but it was just plain simplicity at home with Taehyung. You had sat him down and spoken to him monday when you returned from classes because your mind wouldn't let your rest.

Sure, you both had sex, but obviously you both could feel that it was different from the previous hookups you engaged in just months ago.

You both discussed the situation, and now that you knew you were being dumbasses and liked each other without realizing it, you decided to just take things one day at a time. You felt safe, and not rushed when it came to Taehyung, but you wanted to take your time with him and not run into a brand new relationship right after the Kaito situation, of course, he agreed as he said waiting for you was easy.

oh and speaking of the devil himself-

"you know he tried to get Chae to text me for him, about what happened"

you were sitting at the kitchen counter with taehyung as you indulged in breakfast on Wednesday morning

"wait what? like....to apologize? you didnt-"

"I didnt respond, and no- I dont know what he wanted or planned to say to me, but I wouldnt let him back in like that again...I think he knows we are done" you sigh, taking a bite of your toast.

Taehyung looked down at his plate and pushed the fork around, his food now gone cold as he had gotten distracted with whatever he was doing on his laptop while talking to you.

"hey." you walked over, gently brushing your fingers to behind his neck and grazing his skin softly, "what are you thinking about?" you asked quietly

"nothing" he smiled and gazed his eyes over your face, you had no makeup on, just waking up about a half an hour ago, yet you were still making his heart thump loudly against his chest.

you looked at him before leaning in to peck his lips, something he was more than happy to reciprocate. His eyes met yours as you pulled away, arms draping to your waist and pulling you closer to his seated lap, urging you to sit.

"wait so you said chae texted? you guys are talking...thats good" he mumbled, picking at his food as you sat on his lap and leaned into him, coffee mug warming your hands.

"hm...not really" you laughed to yourself, "she only texted in regards to kaito, otherwise neither her or dahyun has reached out" you pouted and he squeezed you gently, kissing your shoulder.

"I dont know what I did, like as if I urged him to fucking hit me" you scoffed, lost in thought. "I get that they are kaito's friends but they are also mine, and should see that I did nothing....dont really get the whole silent treatment thing"

"maybe its because I kicked his ass" taehyung mumbled, nibbling on some fruit you cut for him.

"maybe" you smiled, shaking your head and turning to look at him

"im sorry that they are being like that, i know you like to hang out with them and do girly stuff" he pouted at you, rubbing your leg softly.

You giggled quietly, cupping his face, "hmm, I can do girly stuff with you though, you'd let me paint your nails again, yeah?"

He scrunched his nose and raised his eyebrows, shrugging

"oh come on you love it" you teased kissing all over his face as he finally broke and laughed, "whatever"

"chae and I were supposed to get our nails done and go for lunch this week" you sighed and rested your head against his chest.

Taehyung wrapped you in his arms, humming, "we can do a spa night if you want..." he smiled and looked down at you

"really??"

He giggled at you jumping up so quickly

"yeah, just dont do my make-"

"i am so doing your makeup, pretty boy" you squished his face and laughed before hugging him. "Thank you..." you whispered

"no need to thank me, i like spending time with you" he rubbed your back and closed his eyes. Maybe getting a spa treatment wasnt exactly his idea of a fun night, but he enjoyed seeing how your face lit up so fast at his words, and he would do anything to keep you like that after such a crazy past few weeks.

"You know, I hate everyone" you huffed, pulling back to look at him.

"why's that, princess?"

you blushed at the nickname, smiling before responding. "I mean, I just hate people here, everyones so....I dont even know....hoity-toity." you sighed and leaned against the counter. "you know how we were talking about Gwangju and how we miss everything...like our childhood homes and shit?"

He nodded, hand rubbing yours,

"I was thinking of how, next month is my birthday, right?"

"mmhm" he smiled

"And im going back to Gwangju to see my mom..."

"right"

"Do you wanna come? It'll only be a week and Ive already checked in with school and they are okay with it.....I was gonna take you know who but....I think my mom would love to see you more" you smirked

Taehyung smiled brightly and stood up, taking your hands in his, "I would love to, y/n" he kissed your forehead

"yeah?"

"mhm, I think that exactly what we need, to get out of here for a while" he hummed, hugging you.

"I do too, but um-" you bit your lip and looked at him, "I was also thinking about going back for the summer as well...with you?"

Taehyung nodded and looked back at you, "summer....My trip is scheduled then too, perhaps I could push it back, I wanted to take you" he giggled nervously

"the paris trip? you were gonna take me?"

"obviously" he smiled and brushed your hair back, "but its okay, it can wait until end of summer"

"are...are you sure? I dont wanna-"

"im sure" he pecked your lips softly, "we will work it out later okay?"

"okay" you whispered, smiling at him, "thank you"

He swiped his thumb across your cheek and giggled, "now, you are gonna be late to class- go get ready!" he teased, jokingly hitting your butt as you turned on your heel to your room

"going!!"

You looked outside for Taehyungs car, he had texted and said he would pick you up from classes this afternoon so you could both grab a bite to eat.

You received a text from him saying he would be there in 5, so you sat on a nearby bench and watched groups of people leaving classes together, enjoying the fresh air and eachothers company.

You hated to admit it, but the whole situation with Dahyun and Chae not talking to you was seriously starting to make you upset, they were your best friends, and for them to take Kaitos side when they clearly saw what happened wasn't fair.

You- of course, still won, because at the end of the day you had Taehyung, and he wouldnt leave you like that over something so stupid and immature.....at least youd hope so.

You looked down in thought, legs lightly kicking back and forth as you waited for the boy

"oh...hey y/n"

you turned around to the familiar voice to see Annie

"oh, uh hey"

"have you spoken to Taehyung recently? well- of course you have, youre roomates! what I mean is, has he spoken about me at all? havent seen or talked to him since last week..." she mumbled, taking a seat besides you, making you shift away slightly.

You contemplated just telling her to f off, but decided to politely do it,

"uhh, well....he, and i, have been dealing with some shit, im not sure if you heard or not, or even saw, but both of us have kind of retracted ourselves away from our social lives for a bit" you chewed on your bottom lip, watching her fidget.

"can you tell him to text me back?" she glared at you intensely

"annie, i-"

"pleaseeee"

Sighing, you nodded your head, "yeah i guess"

your answer seemed to cheer her up, she thanked you and hurried along, making you question what was so damn important about her text that needed urgent responses.

"Annie told me to tell you to text her back" you laughed, shoving noodles into your mouth as you looked back at taehyung, sitting across from you on our living room floor with a face mask on.

"did she now?"

"yeah....you should probably hop on that"

Taehyung opens his phone and goes to her contact, "i had her on mute, holy shit she sent like 50 texts"

you burst out laughing, "are you...fucking kidding me? i told you, she likes you...."

He shook his head and threw his phone on the couch "i am not responding"

"great. now shes gonna hound me in the halls like a sad puppy" you looked at him

He shrugged, "she didnt even text anything important, it was just about me applying for school next semester"

"oh....are you thinking about attending the same school as me?" you giggle softly, putting the food down to pay attention to him.

"kinda....I just....man, to be honest, no"

Your face fell in slight disappointment, of course you want him to pursue what makes him happy....but you also would have loved for him to be in school with you so you both could have that experience.

He noticed your expression, "sorry Y/N" he frowned, "I was just thinking a lot and....besides, our Paris trip was moved for August and thats when classes start, I wouldnt be here for it anyways-"

"you could defer your admission if you got in..." you began "not that im saying you have to apply, but if"

He nods "I know..."

Taehyung seemed slightly off, you wanted to press into it but also chose to respect whatever might have been making him feel this way-if its important he will come to you, right?

"look lets just enjoy our spa night...can i take off the mask now so I too can enjoy my noodles?" he pouted, making you giggle

"tae, you still have 2 minutes left, if you take it off now your skin will stay oily and never gain that last bit of hydration....but you do you!" You teased

"these noodles will make my skin oily anyways, its a double negative, the mask was useless...." he teases, taking the sheet mask off, and beginning to indulge in his dinner.

"your nails are cute though" You snicker, watching as he glared at you, his nails bright hot pink, undoubtably noticeable.

"you like it, dont lie..."

"i have a dentist appointment tomorrow and he is gonna see it and think-"

"you look fabulous!!!" you tease, getting up and walking over sot cup his face as he ate, "because you do"

"whatever" he blushed, looking away and at his food.

You both spent the next few hours eating snacks, laughing and enjoying eachothers company. It was late, for sure, as you put on a movie and silently laid next to taehyung on the couch, the rooms darkness surrounding you.

The movie is quite boring in all honesty, but neither one of you bring up that fact, no, you both are in your own minds way too much.

You sigh, noticing he isnt paying attention to the film either. "do you think chae or dahyun will ever talk to me again?"

Taehyung is slightly startled, looking down at you before speaking, "wh-why do you think they wont? and who cares if they never do....I thought we agreed everyone here sucks?" he rubbed your back

"i know but...I dont have many people in my life...and it just sucks...being alone in school"

He frowned, hugging you closer "hey, you have me, and like we talked about, you have everyone back home, too."

you half smile, playing with his hair, "I know...."

"and when we go to your moms for your birthday, you can see Jessica again, and Suvi...all your old friends..."

"I doubt they still live on that street, last thing I heard from suvi was that she was possibly getting married and going to live in America with her white boyfriend"

"sounds fun"

You laugh and nudge him, "dont know if its true though....and with Jessica, she is married and I doubt she will have time to hang out with some old high school classmate who pops up out of the blue"

He sighs loudly and shakes his head, "oh darling you worry so much"

"i cant help it"

"nothing is wrong....dont worry, even if shit hits the fan im gonna be right here, no matter what" he kissed your knuckles and looked at you, the movie now long forgotten.

You lay your head against his chest in a silent thank you, grateful you did have him to lean on metaphorically and literally.

It was a few silent moments filled with soft breathing and gentle touches before Taehyung spoke,

"you know I love you....right?"

You closed your eyes and took a breath, squeezing his hand in yours, "I know...." you looked up at him, "I love you too....ya big dork...."

About a month and a half later

It was coming down to the final weeks of the school semester, summer was approaching which meant it was your birthday.

Like you promised, you reluctantly packed everything into a tiny carry on bag and left for Gwangju with Taehyung to see your mother. Its not that you didnt want to go back home, its just you were stressed and nervous about everything, which isnt out of the ordinary for you at all.

"you probably arent feeling well because you are doing homework and reading on a plane...." he mutters from the seat next to you, pausing whatever movie he was watching when you began to mention feeling ill.

"Taehyung...its an airplane, not a car or train...Pretty sure you dont get motion sickness up here like that-"

"thats not true!" he took his headphones off, "why do you think these are here!" he pulled out the folded paper puke bag from his seat, waving it in your face just to prove a point.

"whatever" you rolled your eyes, putting your homework away after he scolded you.

"here..." he handed you crackers and water, telling you to nap and that you both would land in about an hour and a half.

After you both landed, you grabbed all of your suitcases and began to head outside of the airport for the Uber to take you to your moms house.

"think she will be happy to see me?" taehyung asked softly, biting into his croissant he bought

"of course she will, she loves you....its a surprise" you giggled, looking around for the pickup car.

"is that them?" you pointed to a car parked, confirming with your phone, "yeah it is, cmon"

He helped you place the bags into the trunk before stepping into the backseat with you, allowing the driver to transport you to your old home.

As the atmosphere around you turned darker and the houses looked familiar, your heart twisted at the sight.

sure, your neighborhood has always been poor and nothing special, but it was yours, and it would always remind you of home no matter how long its been.

Taehyung gently nudged you, "You okay, princess?"

You nod, "yeah...its just emotional being here again after so long"

"i know, i know" he squeezed your hand and helped you get out of the car, tipping the driver as you both got your luggage out.

"here it is...." He smiled, looking around as his mind got flooded with memories of younger him and you, running through this very yard. Things were so different back then.

To him- you were simply just the girl he grew up next to, went to school with, and hung out afterwards. If you would have told 11 year old Taehyung he would harbor such feelings for you now, he wouldn't believe it.

He looks at the house a few feet away from your moms...it was his house before his parents moved recently.

"crazy huh?" you rubbed his back before putting the bag over your shoulder, taking his hand

"yeah....it is..."

You both knocked, waiting to see the lovely face of your mom open the door.

"hello who- oh!...Oh!!" she smiled brightly at the sight of you both

"mom!" you hugged her frail body tightly, kissing her cheek as she stroked your hair.

"oh honey I missed you, happy birthday my sweet little one!"

You giggled, "thank you mama" you held her hands as her gaze peers behind you at Taehyung- she gasps

"Taehyung? is that you? it cant be, look how much youve grown!!"

He chuckled and gave her a hug, "Yes, it is I, in the flesh" he smirked and politely bowed.

"I thought you were bringing Kaito, no?"

she brought you all inside, allowing you to sit in the living room as she brought you both coffee.

"well thats a whole other story..." you smile softly and give her a knowing look

"oh, you didnt break up did you?"

she seemed upset- disappointed even.

"um...well not officially but.....basically" you frowned and shrugged, an apologetic gesture.

"oh no! thats too bad, im sorry honey...he seemed sweet"

taehyung had to stop himself from laughing at this, but he knew he wouldn't want to drag you down with him and end up confessing to the incident- so he bit the inside of his cheek and drank his coffee.

The conversations were typical, your mother asking about school and work, you told her you were thriving and enjoying uni as best as you could.

She seemed interested when you both told her about the art competition Taehyung had one a few weeks back

"Paris? thats amazing" she happily clapped her hands and looked at you both gracefully "good job, im sure your parents are proud"

"ha, sort of" he brushed his hair back with his hand as she brought up his mom and dad, remembering how a month ago shit hit the fan with them- he still never told them he won the competition anyways.

"well im sure you both are exhausted from your flight, i'll make you both something nice to eat while you go wash up....I even bought a cake!!"

You giggled, "mom...my birthday isnt until tomorrow.."

"so? let the festivities begin now, who cares!" she laughed and stood up, ushering you and taehyung upstairs.

"theres a guest room right here for you, taehyung" she politely spoke, pointing across the hall. You were obviously going to be sleeping in your old bedroom, and you would have taken him in there with you but you felt a little sheepish at telling your mom the situation with him, despite her possibly being elated, you also had just told her you got out of a relationship, and you didnt want to make it seem like something it wasnt.

You winked at him and walked to your room, opting to take a bath and clean up. Your throat had begun to develop a scratch, making you sit in the tub and pray that you weren't getting sick right now, not on your one week off.

meanwhile, down the hall, taehyung put his bags onto the rather large bed and looked around, it was pretty nice for a guest room. The view pointing out into the backyard, immediately flooding his head with past memories once more.

His eyes stayed on the small, now broken, tree swing. That very bench was where you cried into his chest senior year of high school, cursing your father for what he did.

"i'll never forgive him" you cried, hands gripping his shirt as your tears fell onto him.

All he could do in the moment was rub your back- "you dont have to..."

"h-how could he, taehyung?" you sat back to look at him, makeup running down your puffed up cheeks. "how could he just leave?? I dont even- god...what do I do?? im alone...my moms just- we are alone..." you began to sob again as he carefully pressed you back into his chest, quietly shushing you as he leaned against your head.

"shhh....you arent alone....you're never alone...."

"how can a man just leave his wife and child......"

He wasn't sure what to say...he knew your parents had issues for years but he never thought it would end like this: your parents divorcing because it turns out he cheated on your mother with a co-worker.

You swore would never trust another man again.

He cleared his throat as he snapped out of the upsetting memory, unpacking his clothing and stepping into the shower.

Afterwards, he had sat on the bed and continued to peer out the large window, millions of words soaring through his brain.

"you okay?"

His attention was brought to you, standing in the doorway with a towel on your head.

cute, he thought. "im okay...come here" he smiled and reached out for your hand, pulling you onto the bed with him.

"mm you smell nice" he whispered, arms wrapping around you as his face hid in your neck.

You blushed, unable to help the smile that crept onto your face. "tae-" you giggled and tried to get up

"shes not coming, shes in the kitchen cooking" he laughed, trying to keep you in his arms a little while longer.

You sighed and looked at him, "look, just dont do anything that would make her suspicious, okay? I dont really know what I would call us as of right now, we agreed to take things slow, if my mom sees us she will think we are dating and-"

He smiles and pulled you down to kiss him softly, his hands slipping under your shirt and up to your chest teasingly, making you gasp.

"I understand the plan princess, stop worrying"

You shyly smiled and turned away. "okay...."

He sat silently, taking off the towel on your head and running his fingers through your wet and curly hair, detangling it.

"you seem pale sweetheart, are you not feeling better?" he whispered

you shrugged, "ah my throat is starting to bother me now, I think im getting a cold unfortunately, just my luck right?"

"aw poor baby" he frowned and cupped your face, pressing kisses all over it gently

"you are gonna get sick too if you-"

"i dont care" he grinned and squeezed you against him once more before letting you stand up.

"kaito texted me" you suddenly spoke, making him freeze

"what? why?"

"he wrote me these huge paragraphs explaining how sorry he is and how he misses me....its ridiculous ill show you after"

He frowned and nodded, wanting to offer an apology but not sure for what exactly

"kids- dinner is ready!!" your mom suddenly called, making you smile

"cmon lets go eat"

"this is delicious mom, it really is" you smiled brightly, eating the warm meal she prepared for all three of you

"thank you, honey, i used to make it all the time"

"i remember" taehyung smiled, referring to the many times he would come and stay for dinner at your house growing up.

"I miss your cooking, at home we either get takeout or I try to replicate some recipe offline and it always tastes off" you snort

"nuh-uh, I think your meals are good" he protested

"no, they arent...but thank you" you giggled and rubbed your leg against his under the table.

"see you both need to visit me more so I can cook and cook and cook all day for you" your mother joked

"that sounds so fun" you spoke, taking a bite of your rice.

"so you guys told me about the paris trip, when is that happening?" she asked gently

"probably August-ish" taehyung spoke up

"mhm, we were thinking of coming back down here once the semester ends for me" you added, making your mom happy with that.

"that would be so delightful!!"

All three of you chatted happily as you finished your dinner, your mom standing up to clear the plates.

"i'll do it" you stood, collecting them and bringing them to the sink to clean.

"you know, just because I have back issues doesn't make me immobile" she teased, coming up from behind you as tae stayed seated at the table, distracted with the small cat prancing around the dining room. "go into the fridge and take the cake out!"

You smiled and walked over to the refrigerator, opening it up to grab the cake and place it on the table.

Your mother unboxed it and revealed it to you,

it was your all time favorite: a mango cream cake- topped with a "happy 23rd birthday" banner across the top.

"oh!!" you grinned, taking a photo of it, "its so pretty, thank you mama" you kissed her cheek and sat down as she grabbed plates.

Taehyung licked his lips in anticipation, always eager to eat dessert.

Your mom smiled widely, handing you a cut piece and kissing your forehead, "happy birthday my not-so little one"

you giggled and took a bite, and oh man, it was good.

"this is fucking delicious" taehyung mumbled, filling his mouth with the cream custard before remembering where he was, "sorry..." he giggled nervously

"aish, taehyung!" your mom jokingly swatted his head, taking a seat and enjoying a bite of the cake herself.

You were all discussing something when you felt your phone vibrate in your sweatpants, you took it out to see you had received yet another text from Kaito.

and this time- it wasnt so sweet.

Your eyes scanned over the screen, making your body run cold in chills and nervousness.

Suddenly- the cake wasnt as good and the room was too loud.

Taehyung noticed your look of fear and patted your back gently "you okay y/n?"

You looked up from your phone and at him, then looked at your mother who had grown concerned over your expression, "what is up sweetie? is everything ok?" she gestured to the phone.

You tried to gather your words but it was too late, you felt it come on suddenly as it always did: an anxiety attack.

"yeah- uhm, I just..." you put your phone away and stood up, hands trembling slightly. "I am not feeling well"

"so suddenly?" your mom frowned

"she mentioned not feeling well earlier" he spoke, looking at you as you peered at the floor.

"whats wrong?" she asked once more, trying to specify what exactly made her daughter so sick

You felt your vision clouding over, it seemed silly to have such a dramatic reaction to something youve dealt with before, you have dealt with much worse with kaito, why was this making you panic?

You apologized and mumbled something before quickly escaping upstairs to the bathroom, feeling yourself about to get sick-which made you panic even more.

"go check up on her please?" her mom asked taehyung, a sad look in her eyes, "I hope it wasnt the food...."

"im sure shes okay....she told me she wasnt feeling good all day" he patted her shoulder before coming up to your room, knocking softly on the door to your bathroom.

"baby...." he whispered

You felt dizzy and sweaty, but most of all, embarrassed for yourself and for worrying them like that. "what?" you mumbled, head in your arms as you sat near the toilet.

"can I come in?"

you hummed quietly, watching the door crack open just enough for him to peak his head in.

"princess whats wrong? did you get sick?"

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, "no- I feel so nauseous though" you waved him off, afraid that if you continued speaking you might actually puke.

He immediately grabbed a cold cloth and pressed it against your neck, cooling you down as he felt for a fever.

"I think it was an anxiety attack" you softly mumbled, leaning against him on the bathroom floor.

"oh baby....im sorry" he cooed, rubbing your arm slowly

"I havent had one in so long...it was so scary I felt sick and dizzy and-"

"what caused it?" he looked beyond worried to have seen you like that, it all escalated so fast.

You moaned in discomfort, pulling out your phone and bringing up the texts you received during dessert

"I would assume that?" you spoke as he took your phone

It was all messages from Kaito, cussing you out and calling you a whore, anger filled his entire body as he tensed up, unable to comprehend most of the paragraph.

"annie told everyone I dumped him because I was cheating on him....with you" you scoffed and covered your face, trying not to get worked up again.

It was one thing for Annie to be so jealous of your closeness with taehyung that she ran and had to seek attention from the entire college, but it was another thing for her to lie and accuse you of cheating.....something you resented so much yourself.

"I would never cheat on anyone and now all these kids from my classes are in my texts saying all of this shit and-" he took your phone and shut it off, squeezing you in his arms tightly, slowly rocking back and forth as you began to cry.

He wanted to say so much, but he had no strength. Seeing you upset and crying pained him more than anything, and for someone he considered a friend to go and ruin your reputation like this.....it was all so much. Suddenly your reaction made sense, he was feeling sick too now.

"my love im so sorry..." was all he could muster as you held his hand, closing your eyes and resting against his chest.

"I love you, okay? youre okay."

You nodded as he brushed away some tears on your cheek, "I love you too"

He sat there, tense, as he tried his best to comfort you while contemplating how to get away with murder.

"how is everything in- oh!"

You opened your eyes to see your mom standing in the bathroom door way, she noticed you on the floor in taehyung arms and immediately backed up, feeling a bit invasive.

"am i interrupting something?"

suddenly you were embarrassed that she had caught you and him being so close together, obviously you've sat with tae before but this looked a little more than friendly- you were practically in his lap.

"n-no we...she was feeling really sick so I sat with her." he mumbled rather quickly, slightly pushing you off his chest.

You nodded in agreement as she looked at the two of you, "do you know what happened?" she asked after a moment

"anxiety attack" you wiped your face with the cloth as she walked in and helped you stand

"oh sweetie, you still get those?"

nodding, you looked down at your hands which were trembling.

"havent had one in a long time..but yeah"

"well lets get you to rest then, yes?" she smiled softly and led you to the bed, tucking you in gently before bringing you a cup of tea.

You remember how when you were struggling with dad, you had your first panic attack and you quite literally assumed you were dying.

"I cant breathe.." you whispered, clutching your chest as you cried in your moms arms, she was absolutely terrified.

Her hand rubbed your back slowly as you sobbed, trying to console you. "my angel you need to try, you are scaring me"

You sat up and she wiped your tears, "I know you are upset, i am too, but we cant fall apart now, i need you to....I need you to stay strong for mommy, ok?"

You hiccuped and nodded, squeezing her hand.

She brought you a warm cup of tea and sang softly, watching as you came down from whatever level you were just on. She rubbed your back until you fell asleep in her bed.

You might have been 17, but you were her baby and she wanted to protect you.

You drank the tea as she brushed your hair, suddenly feeling calmer in her presence. You wish you never moved out, she had such an ability to calm you that even taehyung had not mastered.

She looked back at him as he awkwardly stood away from the bed, his face wearing concern, then she returned her gaze to you.

"i think we all need to rest okay? tomorrow is gonna be so good, I promise" she squeezed your hand before kissing your forehead softly. "goodnight honey...come get me if you need anything" she spoke, patting taehyungs arm on the way out.

He watched her leave, then looked back to see you laying under the covers of your childhood bed. He couldn't help but smile slightly, you looked so safe and comfy, he wanted to make you feel that as well.

"you alright?" he whispered

You nodded, sipping the tea once more and asking him to turn the lights off- he did so as he walked over to your bed, kissing you lightly.

"im sorry this happened, get some sleep okay? cant have a sad birthday girl tomorrow" he smirked as you giggled quietly, it was nice to hear.

"okay....goodnight taehyung..." you watched him begin to exit the room as you got lost in thought, quickly sitting up before he was gone

"wait-"

He turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised gently

sighing, you put your tea down, "can you...stay? just lay with me?" you seemed embarrassed to even ask this, but you knew you had told him to keep his distance while staying at your moms, now you were breaking your own rule.

"are you sure? what if your mom sees?"

You shrugged, eyes still red and puffy. "pretty sure she already saw in the bathroom.....I bet shes conspiring about us right now" you huffed, watching him giggle and walk over, slowly climbing onto the small bed.

He wrapped you into his arms gently, kissing your head.

"you are okay....I promise"

You hummed and held his hand, looking up at him, "can you rub my back?" you asked quietly, shyness in your voice as you felt yourself shrinking down to ask something that seemed silly to you.

He nodded and turned you to face him, his hand gently rubbing patterns against your clothed back, calming you quickly, "is this okay?"

"more than...." you smiled, eyes closing as you leaned into his chest. "my mom used to do it to help me sleep" you giggle

"thats sweet" he hummed happily, suddenly glad you felt safe enough to allow him with you at this moment, to do something so simple yet intimate.

It was silent in the dark room, only noise that is audible is your moms small cat meowing in the other room, making you smile.

"I dont want you on your phone for the rest of the trip okay? we have 6 days, lets just have ourselves yeah? if you need to make a call use my phone" he suggested after a moment

"but what if-"

"no what ifs or buts....you need a break, look at you." he huffed, rubbing your back still.

You had to admit, he was right, you were a fucking mess and tonight was shameful to say the least. It had been such a long day already and it just so happened to be the straw that broke the camels back.

"okay" you mumbled, allowing yourself to melt into his touch as the time slowly ticked by. He had fallen asleep not too long after, but you were still awake.

Your mind was no longer on panic mode, but you were thinking about possibly every situation there was to worry about at that very moment.

school. kaito. work with ms.choi,

fuck you forgot to tell ms.choi about your trip, she must be blowing up your phone right now.

you need to go grocery shopping when you get home

your mom is probably worrying sick about you down the hall

you are probably a bad daughter

you are 23 and have nothing to show for it

your throat still hurts, damnit

You roll over and look at the ceiling as your thoughts raced.

shit, you regret not finishing that cake slice, you are craving it.

dahyun and chae, fake ass friends...but maybe it was your fault?

no....yes?

you sigh and turn to lay on your stomach

why are you going crazy? are you losing your mind?

maybe its just your period starting

maybe but-

Your eyes shot open.

"my period...."

oh shit......yeah....the thing that never came.

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rollofleaf · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday baby!

Some Hilde, Arue, and Aivu stuff today! I wanted to have this done for Mother's Day but existence is being uncooperative.

The frigid winds of the Land of Linnorm Kings howled across fields of snow, burying the earth and forest in white blankets. Through the snow strode Hilde, Aivu, and Arueshalae, unbothered by the cold. Hilde wore a melancholy smile, tracing her hand along trees and occasionally stopping as a memory overtook her. Arueshalae and Aivu’s smiles were of curiosity and wonder at the sight of more snow than they had ever seen.

Hilde suddenly stopped as something resonated within her, and she slowly approached a small cave that had served as a wolf’s den. It was uninhabited, only a few bones and frozen tufts of fur hinting that it had been inhabited once. With realization dawning on her, she murmured, “I remember this. This… This is where I killed a dire wolf.”

Aivu glanced over, tilting her head to the side as she inspected the den. “Oh! The one for your coming of age? Am I gonna have to do that too…”

“Aivu, you’ve killed a demon lord. I don’t think a wolf would be a challenge for you,” Hilde chuckled. Then her voice fell and grew somber as she looked around. “Everything’s so different… Even the trees have changed. But I know where it is from here.” She started to walk off, but stopped at Arueshalae’s hand on her shoulder.

“How long has it been since you were here?”

Hilde paused. “I left when I was 16. So it feels like a decade.” She wanted to leave it there, but that wouldn’t be the truth. “But with how long I was in Areelu’s claws… Sixty or seventy years? I’m not sure.” She was lying, she knew exactly how long she had been away. Seventy-three years, four months, and sixteen days.

Arueshalae paused. She could see the emotions bubbling up in Hilde. Rage at so many years lost to the aether, sorrow at the changes to her homeland she had missed. Her tail wrapped around Hilde’s waist in something akin to a hug. “Are you alright?”

Hilde paused. No, she wasn’t. She chose not to answer, just shaking her head and pointing through the trees. “This way.” She led on as the forest started to thin, giving way to a large hill.

Aivu spoke up, her tail whipping back and forth. “So you used to live here? Brrr, it’s so cold! Hey, uh, can I…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence, Arueshalae had already pulled out a bag of treats and tossed a brownie into Aivu’s open maw. Some culinary magic kept it hot, and the warm feeling in her stomach distracted the dragon from the cold wind beating against her scales.

Hilde let out a chuckle as the sorrow faded from her smile. “Yeah, it’s freezing. Isn’t it great! I miss the cold… You get used to it growing up here, and aasimar are pretty resistant to cold, so it’s never bothered me. Oh, we’re here!”

Finally they reached the top of the hill, a long flat area with blankets of snow hiding any signs of habitation except a single longhouse. Hilde approached it with a smile and ran her hand along the door, pointing at a chip in one of the support beams. “I did that! I got careless with my axe. They never fixed it…”

Aivu shivered and looked around. “Where’s everyone? I thought a village would have more people…”

Hilde shook her head. “The tribe migrates. In the winter especially, we head down south for more food. But this place is sort of a permanent home.” She tapped a foot and kept walking motioning for the other two to follow. “Come on. The graveyard is this way.”

#pathfinder wotr #oc: hilde svalksdottir #knight commander #arueshalae #aivu #wip wednesday

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trissaysmoi · 5 months ago

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September 25th, Wednesday

Moi!

It's another tough day for me. Today was our baccalaureate mass and graduation practice.

I really really tried my best to enjoy this day and just be present but it's really difficult. Every time I'm silent, the thoughts and pain came rushing in again. So, I distracted myself by using my phone while the mass is still going on. I also listened to music while the practice is going on. I just can't take my thoughts anymore and if I don't do anything about it, I might have an emotional breakdown.

Thankfully, my close friends are with me virtually. I chatted with them throughout the day so I can divert my thoughts elsewhere.

You might ask, don't I have friends in uni to be with today? Yes, I do. But I feel isolated knowing that they're all graduating with flying colors and I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I'm genuinely happy for them but I just feel bitter for myself.

Anyway, we went to the mall for lunch and chat since we had a few hours to spare before the practice in the afternoon. We also took pictures in a photobooth.

When we returned to uni, we still have time left so we went to the linear park, an area at the back part of the campus that oversees the river. The river was notoriously dirty before, but they cleaned it out eventually and when we get there, it doesn't even smell fishy anymore thank goodness.

Some of my classmates have never gone there since our college building is not in the main campus so it's lovely that they get to experience the place before the grad.

I was expecting for the practice to be until 7 but thankfully we didn't simulate the whole ceremony. It was more like an orientation on the stuff we're gonna do at the venue itself.

After the practice, my classmates get their medals while I wait for them near the gate. That's when I ranted to my close friends thru chat and accidentally shed tears. Crying in campus, bucket list checked /j

Another classmate chatted our class gc that we can get our togas now instead of our schedule on saturday so instead of being more dramatic, I queued in the line. Trying on the outfit made me smile.

On the way home, my friend told me that she also had a bad day, and we happened to be going home at the same time and near each other, so we met, hugged for a few minutes, and cried. I don't care if we're in public, we both needed that. People around us have no idea on what we're going thru rn.

She was so kind to treat me ice cream after our crying session. We caught up with each other even more and... I got to tell her my plan of studying again and getting a 2nd bachelor's degree, which is something I told my parents and my closest friends only. And this blog of course.

I'm already looking forward to it because I'm seeing it as a self-revenge after not being able to see the fruit of my labors my entire academic life. Let's aim for summa, shall we?

#daily journal #trissaysmoi #september 2024

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cryptidsurveys · 5 months ago

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Wednesday, September 25th, 2024.

Have you ever had an encounter with the paranormal? I've had some subtly strange experiences, but there was probably a mundane explanation behind them. I've never had anything happen that was so bizarre that I felt like only a paranormal explanation would suffice.

Does being in love make you nervous? It does. Not just being in love, but committing to anything meaningful or important. On some level, I'm always afraid that I'll sabotage it or create some sort of negative self-fulfilling prophecy.

Would you do your own surgery to keep yourself alive? (Ex. stitches) I don't know… A dark-sided part of me is like, "If we dyin', we dyin'." But who knows. Maybe instincts and self-preservation would kick in and I would at least attempt to save my own life.

Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Read it. I'm rarely ever moved to write it, but I will if the inspiration strikes.

Have you ever had any really infected injuries? Just ear piercings and little things like that. Nothing serious.

Is racism for losers? Yeah.

Have you ever gotten so discouraged with something that you gave up? Discouraged, frustrated, bored, distracted…many reasons. Like sometimes I'll focus on something obsessively for a relatively brief window of time, but that obsession will inevitably wane and I'll no longer have the same drive to continue.

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No.

Do you prefer long surveys or short surveys? I prefer medium-length surveys (maybe 30-40 questions), but if I have to choose between the two extremes, then I would prefer longer ones.

Would you ever work for Google? No. I'm not interested in doing that kind of work, I have no skills to offer, and I don't think I would enjoy the environment.

Do people that are ungrateful for everything bother you? I think I would only be bothered by such a person if I had to spend a lot of time in their presence and listen to them complain all the time. Otherwise, it's whatever. Be grateful or don't. It makes no difference to my own circumstances.

Have you ever related yourself to a ‘fallen angel’? Haha, yeah.

Do you text people from a cell phone or from the internet? When it comes to actual texts, I use my phone. When it comes to something like Instagram messenger, it just depends on what feels more convenient in the moment.

Are you popular on any websites? No.

Have you ever cussed/swore in front of younger children? I probably have at some point. Lol the other day, I was filling Kongs with River in the big room, and one of our regular volunteers came over to join us. She's around 12 years old. River was making conversation with her, asking her what school she went to, and she was like, "Oh, I go to [insert school here]," and River was like, "Oh heck yes!" Later, she told me that she was about to say, "Oh heck no," but caught herself at the last second. Not quite an instance of cussing in front of the younger folks, but she didn't want to be negative about it (because apparently that school succckks).

If so, did they eventually imitate what you said? I don't have any recollection of anyone ever doing so.

If you ruled the world, what is the first law that you would make? I have no desire to rule the world. I mean, just look at my track record…Rollercoaster Tycoon…Children Of The Nile… You give me the control levers and shit's gonna be pretty fvcked.

Do you think politics are evil? Personally, I'm not a huge fan of politics. I'm a wimp; I hate confrontation, heated debates, circular arguments that go nowhere and convince no one. But do I think politics are inherently evil? No. I just think they can be used to do some pretty evil stuff, and I question the motives of anyone deeply involved in political realms.

Do you have any friends that you almost always joke around with? Ollie.

Will you go to your high school reunion? No.

Have you ever beat up someone because they had different beliefs than you? No.

Have you learned any new words today? I haven't.

If your hair never got greasy again, would you still wash it? Yeah. It's not just about the grease, but overall cleanliness.

What was the last song you listened to? Something classical on the way home from the Mountain Park earlier.

Are you currently texting anyone right now? I'm not, but I do need to reply to a text from Ollie.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? I don't have any interest in meeting someone famous. I would much rather meet some of my favorite podcasters/YouTubers.

When was the last time you played jump rope? Years and years ago.

If you have ever jump roped, did you ever trip over the rope? Probably.

Do you hate it when people look over your shoulder? Sometimes. It depends on what I'm doing.

Do you give good advice? Maybe occasionally. I'd give great advice if I just constantly parroted my therapist. ;D

Would you rather help people or hurt people? Help people.

If your enemy lost almost everything, would you be willing to help them? I'm sure they'd have some sort of support system in place and wouldn't need my help, but hypothetically speaking…yeah, I guess.

Have you ever prayed for your enemies? I don't really have any true enemies, but you know what? If we go with prominent political figures or people like that, then it's easier for me to pray for them than it is for me to pray for someone I actually know and dislike. I guess it's because the latter is more personal, whereas the former is more of a distant concept (even though they may objectively cause much more harm in the world).

Do you lie in order to tell people what they want to hear? Yeeeah. More often than I would like to admit. Or I just kind of smile and nod, lie by omission, go along to get along…that kind of thing.

Or are you honest and tell the truth, good or bad? Sometimes I will tell the truth, much to the displeasure of everyone.

Would you consider yourself hypocritical? Yeah. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. There is one particular way in which I'm hypocritical and I'm trying to work on that.

What would you do if you found a suitcase with a million dollars in it? Uh…leave it alone and get out of there. I'm not getting involved. Not my business, not my problem.

Are you addicted to any energy drinks? No.

Do you know anyone who had had a heart attack under 30 years of age? No.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were never born? Yeah.

Something tragic just happened, does your facial expression show it? I'm just going to assume it would.

Currently are you relieved about something? No, but I'm hoping that Friday will bring some relief regarding a certain situation. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, or maybe it's the end of the world. We'll see.

Are you angry about something? How about sad? Yes and yes.

Are you considered popular at school? I'm not in school anymore, but no. I had a handful of friends/acquaintances, but I was never popular.

Who was the last person you offended? Hmm. I'll talk about the situation eventually. Maybe. Depending on how things turn out.

Do you feel sorry for kids who have celebrity parents? In some ways.

If you could invite ANYONE to your house, who would it be? Idk.

Is there something that you absolutely can’t wait for? Friday. It's not a good kind of anticipation, though. It's a fearful, anxious kind.

If you could host your own talk show, would you do it? Naw.

Do you have a phone right next to you? I don't.

If you were starving would you eat food out of a garbage can? Probably.

Have you ever told anyone ‘get back, jack!’? (My Mom says that) I haven't.

Have you ever seen something you wanted in a store but didn’t have money? Yeah.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey #survey blog

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