#i was thinking about anon earlier in the day like last time I haven't been keeping up a rude anon showed up where are they this time

[biteyoubiteme]

7 minutes

soobin x fem!reader x beomgyu 

synopsis: you play seven minutes in heaven with your boyfriend and his roommate beomgyu. 

warnings: 🔞!!! boyfriend!soobin, shy!beomgyu, reader called girlfriend, mentions of drinking, masterbation (m!rec), slight fingering, nipple play, use of teeth, boobplay obvi, cuckolding ?, prob for got some sorry 

wc: 1.7k

an: anon ask inspired by @miupow s post! not my best work sorry anon ;-; i tried <33 feedback appreciated! [m.list]

“Isn't this game for middle schoolers?” 

“elementary I think,” you add while taking a sip of your drink. 

Someone had proposed to play spin the bottle. Most agreed it was too lame before adding that whoever it landed on would have to spend seven minutes in heaven in the upstairs bathroom. Two party games you didn't expect to see on a college campus but it was the end of the semester and people didn't care what they were doing as long as it involved drinking and some kind of touching. But it would pass the time before you got home where there would be definite touching with the way your boyfriend was watching you. 

When it reached this time of the night you knew you were minutes away from being taken away from the group. soobin was growing quiet as the night went on, gazes lasting longer and longer on your chest, your thighs, your lips. He never wanted to be rude to the people who invited the two of you, needing to stay at least an hour before calling a cab and hauling you to his bed. 

For now, soobin kept you pressed to his side on the couch, the coffee table in front of you being cleared away for the game. “okay who's first?” Yeonjun asks laying his empty bottle down in the center, no one moves to go so Yeonjun claps Beomgyu on the shoulder, “You're up,” 

“best for last, not first,” Gyu raises his hands shrugging but Yeonjun only shoves his shoulder, “Spin the bottle already,” 

You're not paying them much attention because soobins tracing lines up and down your bare thigh stopping right at the hem of your skirt before going back down to your knee. His arm slung around your waist, leaning in to whisper, “Do you wanna get-“ 

“oooo,” the crowd giggles around the two of you cutting soobin off. Both of you look down at the table and the glass pointing right at you. 

“no no no,” soobin shakes his head waving a hand in front of him, “you're not locking yourself in the bathroom with my girlfriend,” 

“scared he’ll steal her?” tae jokes pushing an elbow into Beomgyus side who is looking anywhere but at you. 

It was only a week since Beomgyu came home earlier and heard soobin and you in the other room. A week since he's started to fantasize about being the one to make you moan that loud. Even that day he told himself he would only think about you like that once, only one time would he touch himself with that image in his head. It wasn't hard to cum as fast as he did when he had the soundtrack of you two playing through those thin walls. But for a week you came over every night and even if you and soobin weren't having sex just the sight of you walking through the doorway made him hard. Gyu avoided you like the plague and now the stupid bottle was a blinding arrow pointed right at you dressed in that tight tank top, braless with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric. He could feel his face heating, tried to elbow Taehyun right back to silence the teasing. 

You could tell Beomgyu was a bit embarrassed, the group now going back and forth about how it's the rule of the game, couple or not. You took a final sip of your drink passing the bottle to soobin before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “It's only seven minutes, you trust me don't you?” 

soobin did trust you, You've never given him a reason not to but Beomgyu wasn't exactly subtle these last few days. Maybe you haven't noticed but soobin had been tuned into the reactions you have been getting from gyu, the way he clammed up when you were around, rushing to his room as soon as you walked in, and the whimpers through the wall mixed with your name. It had only been the one time he had heard; the dorms were not exactly as private as they wanted them to be. And he trusted Beomgyu, only this was an opening he didn't want to toy with. 

at least not until you muttered, “You can listen at the door if you want,” 

soobin has never thought about you with someone else; the idea didn't seem appealing in the slightest, not with one of his friends, not with anyone. Having the roles reversed with him on the other side of the wall made him want you even more and made him realize partially what gyu was feeling. 

When the three of you are on the staircase soobin is leading the way, beomgyu following behind you trying his hardest not to look up your skirt. “we don’t have to do this, it's a stupid game,” but soobins pushes the door open to the upstairs bathroom tugging you in after him. 

beomgyu is standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights, frozen watching as soobin pulls your back to his front, your startled laugh breaking the tension. “come on gyu it’s only seven minutes,” 

“you don't have to if you don't want to,” you say but soobin palms your left boob over your tank top, squeezing enough to make you gasp. 

“yeah if you don't want to, don't come in,'' Soobins resting his cheek against your ear, smirking at gyu like it's a challenge rather than an offer. beomgyu wasn't going to turn away as much as he knew this was not really what he signed up for when he spun that bottle. 

The bathroom wasn't too big but had enough space for the three of you to fit, soobin and you facing the mirror with gyu sitting behind you two on the edge of the bathtub. He had locked the door behind him, your eyes following the way he moved, his cheeks flushed, hands balled in fists on his lap. he was watching the way soobins fingers moved, one hand sliding up the front of your tank top pushing the fabric up your stomach, the other massaging your breast making the outline of your nipples so visible gyu could imagine what they felt like under his fingertips. 

soobin looked at beomgyu through the mirror before asking, “Have you ever thought about my girlfriend when you touched yourself?” 

Gyu gave a surprised cough before clearing his throat, “Um,” but he was distracted as your hand reached up to wrap around soobins wrist, your soft whine mixed with the word, “harder,” soobin kissed your temple indulging in your request. Your head rolling back on his shoulder, heavy-lidded eyes watching gyu. 

“answer the question,” soobin pressed, tugging down one of the straps of your tank, watching gyus throat bob. “we don't have all day, you’re wasting your seven minutes,” 

“yes,” the word comes as fast as the slamming of a door, shutting the conversation of your sanity. You didn't care what soobin had thought up before climbing these stairs, you would play any game set before you. 

beomgyu was painfully hard in his jeans not helped by the fact that soobin was now pushing down your tank top, your boobs spilling out before them. Every fantasy didn't do you justice now, the rise and fall of your chest drawing him in, the path of soobins hands knowing where gyu wanted them to be. “do you want him to just watch or should I be nice and share you?” 

you were rubbing your thighs together at the suggestion, soobin pinches your nipple hard for a response, “Share, please,” 

soobin would give you anything if you asked, this was no different. “gyu?” 

beomgyu didn't need to be asked twice. 

soobin lifted you onto the counter kissing down your throat before dragging his tongue down between the valley of your breast nipping at your skin, you twisted your fingers into his hair watching over his head as gyu stood up. You lifted your free hand out for him and he took it in his. You guided him to your free tit letting him cup your warm skin. He was kneading softly, testing the waters. 

Circling your nipple with his thumb he leaned down to let his lips ghost over your sensitive nub. Your fingers in his hair are enough to push him over the edge and finally taste you. Your back arching into their mouths as they ravaged your skin, sucking marks along any stretch of space they could get. beomgyu was rubbing his bulge against your leg, teeth tugging at you before kissing away any pain, your moans filling the room along with their groans. 

soobin is the one to fumble at his belt first, not able to keep himself together, knowing the second he started to tug on himself while sucking on you he would cum instantly. Gyu was quick to follow, shoving his hand down his pants. He was already leaking making it easier to pick up the pace. They were insatiable when it came to your boobs, soobins heavy gaze on you as he swirls his tongue over your nipple, free hand reaching below your skirt to press to your clit. gyu groaning around a mouthful stopping his hand after every stroke on his swollen cock, if he goes any faster he won't be able to keep himself upright. 

But it doesn't take much for the three of you to reach your climax, soobins long fingers working over your sopping cunt, the stimulation from your nipples sending sparks down between your legs. both of your thighs are covered in their hot cum, beomgyus face pressed into your chest as he tries to catch his breath, soobin brushing the hair back to kiss your flushed cheek. “look at how pretty we decorated you,” 

you untangle your hands from their hair looking down at your chest now adorned in an array of hickeys, your tank not enough to cover the full extent of the darkening red spots. gyu is shyly looking away from you, thumb brushing at the droplets of cum he left, squeezing your thigh. “definitely better than anything I imagined,” 

“let's clean you up and take you home, I'm sure beomgyu wouldn't mind joining us again. I can show him how good these feel,” soobin says taking your boobs in both hands and pressing them together, “wrapped around his cock,”

[elmaxlys]

I'm gonna be honest for a second because if anon didn't understand sarcasm last time, there's no guarantee it will register this time either

Yes the TGSMP is on hold until at least next week-end

It has to do with the fact my health, both physical and mental, is dropping fast and low. The only thing I've been able to do is read, this entire week, and even that is hard. I'm trying to get myself back on my feet and the drawing I posted yesterday (Tenkuu Shinpan Beach Episode AU) is a small step toward being creative again, and I'm sorry to say but making the banners is way, wayyy more taxing than a simple doodle - and this simple doodle took a lot. Not as much as I expected, so progress yay, but still a lot.

The Number 1 Rule of Fandom is and has always been "if you don't like the way other people are doing it, then don't complain and do it yourself" fandom is a hobby, we're all doing this for fun and for free

So anon, go ahead. Instead of being a rude little shit hiding behind anonymity in my inbox, take a swing at making the banners, spending hours at a time to find the right panel so it's not too repetitive but still looks nice, to redraw it in the missing parts of a texte bubble or another character, to edit it so it doesn't look too bad when it's with colorful illustrations, to come up with summaries that are both descriptive and concise enough, to make the polls make the bracket update the lists reblog regularly (I've been failing even that, hence why I'm waiting a bit before resuming) see people trash talk your favs in the tags and learn to laugh it off because yeah you do trash talk your fav's opponents too fair enough. Go ahead anon. If you can complain, you can do it too and I look forward to voting in your poll.

You can also grow some balls and come off anon to ask "hey max I see you haven't been uploading polls in a bit, are you alright? Is there any way I can help?" and I'd say that indeed I'm struggling a bit but I'm getting there, new polls soon 💪 oh and would you happen to know in which chapter i can get a nice full-body panel of this character?

Or you could make propaganda for your favs and I'd feel a bit more motivated to work on it just to please you becsuse yes! people are excited about this thing! My efforts are not completely worthless :D (if you do, tag it 'tgsmp propaganda' or 'tg sexyman poll' and I should see and reblog it. Mention you're the anon, too, so I can block you)

Hell you can even send me money asking me to work faster and I guarantee you it'd be far more effective than whatever you're trying to achieve with messages like that.

Because you know what messages from entitled asshole like the ones you sent not once but fucking TWICE achieve? Make people quit. Just one thing, sometimes - fandom activity entirely, way more often. Now as I've repeatedly proven I'm a spiteful, salty bastard (and I don't forgive, sorry that's it's not very catholic of me). Quitting the entire TGSMP just to annoy one anon is totally up my alley even if I were 100% motivated to keep going (this was in my mind after the first message. I was doing fine at the time, just busy with work), so don't tempt me further, anon. I can drop this any fucking day. This is internet, I don't owe you anything and, since you decided to tick the anon, I don't even know you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Your tokyo ghoul sexyman is taking too long. It is becoming boring and uninteresting

Your anonymous comment is too repetitive. It is becoming boring and cowardly

Also, this might help:

(the unfollow button is also available on people's profiles! hope that helps!)

[shadowtriovibes]

can you write one where f!MC is being pursued by an annoying guy she doesn’t like who won’t take no for an answer. it annoys sebastian just as much as it annoys her, so next time it happens he pretends to be her boyfriend and suggests they start fake dating for good measure. eventually they make it for real.

thank you! i love the fake relationship trope sooo much and i’ve yet to see anyone write one with sebastian.

of course, lovely anon!! i haven't seen any fake relationship fic either so i'm happy to contribute a lil something! tbh i sincerely thought this would be a short ficlet but it ended up being just over 2.5k fluffy words of dummies in love 🤩

Title: rumor has it

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: Eric Northcott is relentlessly pursuing you, so Sebastian offers to act as your heroic boyfriend to get him off your back.

"Northcott," Sebastian greets him, leaning against your potions station and resting a hand possessively on the small of your back. "Is there something my girlfriend can help you with?" "Your girlfriend?" Eric asks skeptically. "That's new." "I suppose it is," Sebastian agrees, nonplussed. "Been a long time coming, though." Across the room, Ominis laughs under his breath.

Sebastian Sallow is an excellent young wizard. Clever, well-read, focused – by all accounts, he should be a brilliant strategist.

But sometimes he comes up with the worst ideas you’ve ever heard.

“You musn’t be serious, Sebastian,” you laugh, closing your potions textbook to appreciate the actual madness of what he’d just suggested.

“Why not?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes as you tell him, “You can’t just pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Earlier that afternoon, the two of you had met up with Ominis in the Undercroft to study after staging a quick exit from the library. While Sebastian was hunting down a book on ancient runes, Eric Northcott had cornered you in the stacks and tried for the second time to convince you to have a Butterbeer with him at the Three Broomsticks instead of “hiding that gorgeous face behind those dusty books like you always do.”

When Sebastian had returned, you were shoving the Gryffindor boy away from you with a tense look on your face, and if he hadn’t just finished a stint of evening detentions for slipping a Puffskein into Duncan Hobhouse’s schoolbag, he would have hexed the amorous git himself.

Since then, he’d been suggesting ways to make him pay, with each idea more fantastical than the last.

“Sure I can, and we can even make a real show of it,” he says with a charming grin. “If you want to get Northcott off your back for good, let’s allow him to think your handsome, roguish boyfriend is the type who would challenge him to a duel if he tries anything untoward.”

“That is a terrible plan,” you deadpan.

“It’s actually not a bad idea,” Ominis chimes in.

You glare at him, because Ominis never thinks that Sebastian’s ideas are any good – even the ones that aren’t completely bonkers.

“What are you playing at, Gaunt?” you accuse him.

“I’m merely suggesting that Northcott may actually accept your contempt for him if it’s for a reason that allows him to save face,” he explains with a secretive smile. “Simply telling him that you’re not interested hasn’t seemed to work thus far, so why not be creative?”

“Creative?” you snort. “Wouldn’t ‘creative’ be blasting him myself the next time he lays a hand on me?”

“As if you need any worse of a reputation,” Ominis drawls, and he has a point.

“Come on, let’s really mess with him,” Sebastian pleads. “You know he deserves to be taken down a peg or two.”

You’re not surprised that Sebastian is able to get you on board so quickly. Truthfully, you think you’d follow him on his harebrained schemes just about anywhere.

“Fine,” you cautiously agree. “But just to scare him off, alright?”

You swear you can see the gears in Sebastian’s head start to turn immediately.

He kicks off his brilliant plan the next day during your N.E.W.T.-level potions class. You’re supposed to be brewing an antidote to Veritaserum, and while the draught itself isn’t necessarily difficult, some of the ingredients are a little tricky to prepare.

You’re focused on trying to carefully slit open some Sopophorous beans when you felt a presence behind you, and then Eric Northcott is draping his arm across your shoulders.

“Need a hand with those?” he offers, trying to sound congenial.

“I’m fine, Eric,” you insist.

“I’m really quite good at potions, you know,” he reminds you, grabbing one of the paring knives off the table and haphazardly slicing one of the beans you’d laid out. “I’d be happy to give you some hands-on lessons if you’d like, one-on-one of course.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis hisses from across the room, having picked up on the conversation while the other boy poured over his notes on wormwood. “Now might be a good time to offer some gentlemanly assistance.”

His eyes narrow when he spots Northcott leaning over your cauldron, clearly trying to sneak a look down your top.

“Don’t let my antidote burn,” Sebastian mumbles as he storms across the room, as if Ominis would ever spare a thought for Sebastian’s cauldron when the show is about to begin.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him notice your predicament, silently pleading him with your eyes to do something to get you out of it.

“Northcott,” Sebastian greets him, leaning against your potions station and resting a hand possessively on the small of your back. “Is there something my girlfriend can help you with?”

“Your girlfriend?” Eric asks skeptically. “That’s new.”

“I suppose it is,” Sebastian agrees, nonplussed. “Been a long time coming, though.”

Across the room, Ominous laughs under his breath.

“Really?” Eric asks dubiously, briefly glancing at your expression. “I was under the impression that the two of you were just ‘best friends.’”

“Well, shouldn’t a good relationship start out as a friendship?” you counter, though you don’t sound entirely convincing.

“Right,” he says slowly.

“Mate, you know how tough she is,” Sebastian says with a charming grin. “Took me ages to convince her to give me a chance, she strung me right along for months.”

You jump slightly when Sebastian slides his hand across your back to your waist, tugging you closer to his side – and out from under Eric’s arm.

“But she finally took pity on me,” he says with a lovelorn sigh, and you narrow your eyes at his dramatics.

“Oh, Sebastian,” you reply, laughing nervously. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love with you,” he says, quickly leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

Before you can react, Professor Sharp wanders by and instructs you all to stop your dallying and focus on your draughts. Eric spares one more skeptical look at the two of you before returning to his cauldron.

Sebastian’s hand on your waist lingers for a moment even after he’s gone, but then he lets it fall.

“Sorry about that,” he says under his breath. “Had to sell it, you’re really a bad liar, you know.”

You think Sebastian doesn’t know the half of it.

(Sebastian’s just glad you avoided his gaze long enough to miss his deep red blush.)

—

As it turns out, the kiss wasn’t enough to convince Northcott that you were properly off the market.

The rumor mill quickly focuses on you and Sebastian – specifically whether or not it’s true that your platonic friendship has become something more.

“I don’t really believe it,” Nerida claims whenever the subject comes up. “Sebastian has always seemed like the bachelor type.”

“He could have had a girlfriend all this time and never has,” Violet agrees, trying to hide her bitterness. “I don’t think he really wants to be in a relationship.”

“Are you joking?” Imelda scoffs. “Sallow’s been a lovesick puppy over that girl for years, I’m just glad she finally came around.”

“She is very protective of him,” Grace speculates. “I remember when Samantha Dale asked him out last fall, I thought she was going to Depulso the poor girl clear across the courtyard!”

You do your best to ignore it, but Ominis stubbornly insists on telling you everything he’s heard.

“I would have thought that the two of you would be better at pulling off a ruse as simple as this,” he says, disappointment dripping from his words. “How hard can it be to pretend to like Sebastian? I don’t have to see him to know that the whole school thinks he’s handsome.”

“You don’t understand,” you sigh, walking alongside him on the way to arithmancy. “It’s… I don’t have to pretend, if you know what I mean.”

“Come now,” he says quietly. “I’m blind, not dim.”

“Then you do understand!” you whine. “How am I supposed to just let him pretend to be my boyfriend to ward off Eric and not go mad from knowing that it’s all a lie?”

“I suppose me telling you to be honest with him about how you feel would go in one ear and right out the other,” Ominis suggests, smirking to himself when you curse at him under your breath.

“Buck up, then,” he says simply. “I’m sure this whole thing will blow up in some spectacular way sooner than later – it is Sebastian, after all.”

—

As per usual, Ominis is correct.

Not even a full day goes by before Sebastian corners you outside the Hufflepuff common room and asks to walk you to dinner, taking your hand in his as soon as he notices some fifth-years studiously watching the two of you as you make your way to the Great Hall.

“I missed you this afternoon,” he tells you as he walks you upstairs, putting on a good show. “How come you didn’t want to study with Ominis and me after class?”

“I just needed to lie down for a little while,” you tell him, not wanting to admit to avoiding the way he’s been so unbearably charming lately.

“Feeling alright?” he asks concernedly.

“Yes,” you tell him. “Just… I don’t know. Out of sorts, I guess.”

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks.

You get distracted by the feeling of him stroking his thumb along your wristbone reassuringly.

“Um… n-no, I don’t think so,” you stutter.

“Surely there’s something I can do to help,” he says, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way his eyes look a little darker than usual, as if his pupils have entirely taken over.

“Like what?” you breathe.

Then he gets that look on his face that he always gets when he’s about to do something stupid.

“Come with me,” he says, tugging you over to a spot along the wall in the reception hall, next to one of those empty cabinets you’d looted for Nellie Oggspire back in your fifth year.

“Sebastian, w-what–” you stammer.

He presses you against the wall, one hand pressed to your waist and the other flat against the stone behind you, boxing you in. He glances around again and clearly spots whatever it was he was looking for, grinning mischievously before he leans in and traces his nose across your cheek.

“Don’t hex me for this,” he murmurs against your lips, and then he’s kissing you.

You melt against the cool stone wall, tipping your head back so Sebastian can tilt his head against yours and completely overtake your senses with his demanding kisses. Without consciously deciding to, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold him close to you, desperate to ensure he stays right where he is.

He kisses you well, you think. You know he’s always been a huge flirt, and that he has taken some girls in your year on dates to Hogsmeade over the years, but you’ve desperately avoided any post-date conversations with him because you did not want to know what he and those girls had gotten up to afterward.

Now you know, you think bitterly, but just as quickly you realize you don’t actually care. He’s skilled at this – nipping at your bottom lip to get you to open up for him, sliding his hand between your robes and your dress shirt so he can feel the curve of your waist, nudging a knee between your thighs to pin you even further to the wall.

“Bastian,” you murmur, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He groans against your mouth like he can’t help himself, and you whine a touch too loudly when he grinds his hips against yours.

Then you hear Eric’s voice call out, “Sallow!”

Sebastian looks like sin when he pulls away from you, and not just because his hair is a little mussed from your helpless tugging and his lips are red and swollen.

It’s because he’s smirking, and you quickly realize he’d planned this entire thing.

He’d pulled you to a spot where the Gryffindors on their way to dinner could easily see you being ravished, and it’s not just Eric he’s caught up in it – it’s Leander and Cressida too, some of the worst gossips in the entire castle.

…You are absolutely going to hex him for this, you think.

“Northcott,” Sebastian drawls as he turns around. “Can I help you?”

Eric looks furious, but at least he doesn’t look skeptical anymore.

“You might want to consider someplace a bit more private,” he offers, seething. “I am a prefect, after all. Could send you to detention for being so lewd in public.”

“Fair point,” Sebastian says easily. “In fact, maybe you ought to send us both. Hardly anywhere’s as private as the dungeons.”

You quickly smack Sebastian in the chest with the back of your hand, wordlessly begging him to stop before you actually do have to report to detention.

Mercifully, Eric simply throws a few choice words at Sebastian and stomps off to the Great Hall, Leander and Cressida on his heels to undoubtedly tell the entire school what just happened.

“You’re evil,” you hiss, still catching your breath. “You arranged all that just to embarrass Eric? To embarrass me like that?”

He frowns, confused. “No I didn’t, and I would never embarrass you.”

“You did!” you whine, shoving at his shoulders so he’ll step back. “They’re going to tell everyone and it’s going to make me sound like – like some pathetic girl who’s so desperate to avoid Eric’s attention that she’ll let her best friend feel her up in a busy hallway.”

“That’s not what they’ll think,” Sebastian argues. “And if anyone’s pathetic, love, it’s me.”

You scoff and wrap your arms around yourself, ashamed at how badly you wish you were still wrapped up in his arms instead despite everything you’re saying.

“You think I’m lying?” he asks derisively. “I’m a fool for you, and I would never hurt you. I kissed you like that because I wanted to, and if it happened to embarrass Northcott in the process, that’s even better.”

“Y-you wanted to?” you ask softly.

“I’ve wanted to for so long,” he finally admits.

His hands twitch at his sides like he wants to reach out for you, but he forces himself to behave.

“It’s the reason I came up with this stupid plan in the first place,” he sighs. “So that if anyone at this damn school gets to have the pleasure of walking you to class, or taking you to the Three Broomsticks or – or even kissing you senseless somewhere everyone could see, it would be me.”

You don’t have any words. But even if you did, there’s nothing you’d want to say to him that you couldn’t communicate by tugging him in by his collar and kissing him like you can’t think straight without his touch, so you do just that.

When you both break away to breathe, Sebastian quickly asks, “Are you actually hungry?”

“Not anymore,” you admit, your gaze still on his lips.

Sebastian barely manages to utter the words “Undercroft” and “hurry” in between kisses, but while he determinedly works a claiming bruise into the side of your neck, you whine, “Your common room’s closer.”

—

Once Ominis overhears Cressida waxing poetic about Sebastian Sallow practically mounting his new girlfriend in the hallway by the Grand Staircase, he doesn’t wonder why the two of you never show up for dinner.

[runningfrom2am]

requiem // part six

summary: according to coriolanus snow, his best friend had the most beautiful voice in all of panem. she had been training her whole life constantly to get where she was; being up for a residency at the most elite opera house in all of panem. singing was her passion. her true love; and when that got stripped from her in a second, his world became a whole lot quieter. he loathed every minute of it.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

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tags/warnings: opera singer!mentor!reader (blink and you'll miss it), she's kind of a prodigy!! p cool imo, mute!reader, bestfriend!coryo, friends to lovers trope ooo, mentions of graphic violence early on (particularly the prologue) but after that it's pretty safe, depictions of ptsd/trauma, mental illness and minor suicidal ideation but at least she's not entirely alone, descriptions of minor medical treatments and use of medication.

a/n: omg hi i am finally back with a new part for this series!! kind of a filler but idk i still think it's cute :) enjoy!

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two years earlier

"So, I'm thinking balloons over the whole ceiling of the foyer, gold and red- thoughts?" Your mother asks as you enter the threshold of your family's lake house.

"You say that like you haven't already ordered everything." You giggle in response, footsteps echoing across the tile as you step off the carpet of the grand entryway.

It was less of a "house" and more of a mansion, in Coriolanus' opinion.

He had been here countless times throughout the years and sporadically would spend the weekends here with you and your parents when you didn't want to be "bored" and "lonely" on the large lakefront property. Poor you, he always thought sarcastically, but would never voice it.

Regardless, he loved getting to come out here with you in the summers and occasionally for a day or two over the holidays when you could skate on the frozen lake. You had taught him how yourself, holding onto his hands at nine years old and skating backward in front of him while he channeled the look of a baby deer taking its first steps. Your little laugh and small words of encouragement were the only thing that kept him upright- most of the time.

But this time, it was summer, and he had been looking forward to this weekend for weeks. Not because he was all that excited about seeing your classmates who he had needed just as much of a break from as his studies, but more so because it was your birthday. Or, close enough to it.

Your sixteenth birthday, more specifically, and your parents were pulling out all the stops. Thus the balloons and your family's staff running around like their lives depended on it to get everything ready for the early afternoon when all the other guests would be arriving to stay for the night and the following morning.

"Okay, well, yes, I did, but I knew you would like it so it's fine." Your mother insists and you look over at Coryo, rolling your eyes behind her back. She was right, you didn't mind the red and gold, but it was no surprise you didn't have any say in the planning of your own birthday party. It was more for your parents than it was for you, anyway. More for the reputation of your family name, although, you didn't doubt that it would be fun.

"Come on." You whisper to your best friend, gently tugging on his shirt to pull him upstairs.

"Mom, we're going upstairs until the others get here!" You call over your shoulder, already running up the staircase.

"Yes, yes, I'll send someone for you when everything's ready. Just shout if you get hungry." She agrees mindlessly, already putting down bags of last-minute snacks you had picked up on the way.

"Thank you!" Coryo adds in as well as you pull him along.

She laughs softly and shakes her head. "Of course, Coriolanus. You kids have fun. Oh, and go ahead and leave your overnight stuff just in the sitting room upstairs!"

When your other classmates who were able to make the hour-long trip finally all made it out to the beach house, it quickly became bustling with life. The large floor-to-roof windows that spanned both stories of the home were pulled open completely, opening it out to the porch, the pool, and the lakefront. The music was loud, and your parents had set up every screen and projector on the property, inside and out, playing home videos of you when you were growing up. Most featured your performances, and you loved those, but your favourites were of you and your friends.

Coriolanus was a star in your home videos, undeniably. Some of the girls from your class were sitting on the back porch with virgin cocktails your parents' staff had made, pointing out themselves in clips from school events and previous birthday parties and laughing at their younger selves.

Laying on the dock next to Coryo and Clemmie, you were laughing at the boys at the other end of the dock trying to shove each other off when your father's boat pulled back up next to you and he cut the engine.

"You want to go next, bird?" He calls to you as Festus and Pup stumble out of the boat, drenched from head to toe and dripping all over you and your towels.

You look over at Coryo, smiling hopefully at him and he nods, getting up quickly while you make the same effort to get Clemmie to come with you. "Clemmie, come on. The tube fits three people well enough." You tell her as you get up, pulling at your bathing suit to make sure it is still fitting right.

"No, no. I'm good. My parents say that's a death trap, and I believe it." She chuckles, waving her hand dismissively. "I'll be here. You two have fun."

"Suit yourself." You shrug, taking your father's hand as he helps you onto the boat, and Sejanus Plinth, who was already onboard and apparently decided to just stay, hands you a life jacket which you quietly thank him for.

"Clemensia, it's perfectly safe. I'll even go slow for you." Your father offers her as you zip yours up, watching Coryo do the same. Weirdly enough, you can't help but notice it looks good on him. Just about anything does, though.

"No thank you, I'm just fine right here. I'm not the best swimmer as it is." Your friend replies gratefully. "I prefer land."

"Alright, then, but we'll be doing trips all afternoon if you change your mind." He tells her, going back to the helm of the small speed boat reserved specifically for your tubing and wakeboarding and starting the engine up again.

The boat starts moving and you go over to the ship's radio, clicking it on again and turning it up to hear the music better over the sounds of rushing water as he takes you out deeper on the lake.

Once you're satisfied with the volume and the song, you climb up to the front of the boat to sit next to the two boys who are waiting. You weren't sure what they were talking about, making small talk most likely, knowing the both of them, but regardless it stopped when you sat down.

You enjoy the music and the spray of fresh water on your skin for a couple of minutes until you're far enough from the shores to stop.

You and Coryo both get up with a fair bit of excitement, having always loved going tubing with your father behind the wheel of the boat every summer.

"Sejanus, are you coming?" You ask hopefully as you and your friend throw the large inflatable off the back of the boat and into the water, pulling the rope back so it's close enough to climb on.

He looks to your father, who nods encouragingly at him. He'd been on the boat for almost all of the afternoon but hadn't once actually got on the tube. It wasn't much of a secret that he wasn't very well-liked by other kids, but his parents had insisted that he attend your birthday, so he just decided to stay close to one of your parents.

"Um, okay. Sure." He replies quietly with a nervous nod.

Out of all of your classmates, he was the most comfortable with the two of you- being among some of the only kids who hadn't been mean to him in the past.

"Hold on tight." Your father tells him as you and Coryo get situated, laying on your stomachs next to each other and holding onto the handles by your heads and leaving enough room for Sejanus on your other side. "These two are professionals, I don't hold back like with the other kids." He says teasingly, giving you a knowing look.

He climbs on next to you while you hold onto the back of the boat for him, trying to keep it as steady as possible.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be fun." You say to him when you hear the motor start up again and you give your dad a thumbs up to start going.

"It does look like fun." Sejanus agrees quietly, and you can hardly hear him over the waves as the boat moves slowly away from you and the rope starts to unravel.

You turn to look at Coryo again, giving him a smile. "Here, let's switch handles." You suggest, letting go of one of yours and nudging his hand away from his to trade so your arms would overlap on the somewhat rough material that was known to give you both rug burns in the past. "That way we can keep each other on."

He nods, chuckling to himself as he complies, looping his hand under your handle and gripping on tight. "Yeah, we can definitely try."

You knew it wouldn't make much of a difference, but you liked the way his arm felt over yours; warm from the heat of the sun but somehow chilling you down to your bones.

The tube jerks to the right to catch up with the rope as your father's boat gets far enough away and begins to pull you, and you can feel Sejanus tense up beside you as you start to pick up speed.

"You gotta relax!" You call out to him over the rushing water, and he just looks at you with wide eyes as you continue straight for the time being. "Lean into it and you'll stay on easier!"

Sejanus didn't really listen. That much is clear when within a matter of minutes, hitting a corner and bouncing over the waves created by the boat, he tumbles right off the side.

You glance back over your shoulder to see that he's okay, but with the speed you're already moving and the turn your father makes to go back for him, that was a clear mistake.

You weren't paying attention when you hit the corner hard, swinging out behind the boat with the now uneven weight distribution, and before you know it the tube is flipping completely and rolling fast over the surface of the water.

Coryo hears you scream as you suddenly disappear from his side, which only makes it flip faster. He somehow holds on, but not without a blinding pain in his hand and up his arm as it gets caught in the handle that wasn't his, and then he's quickly surrounded by the blue of the lake as well.

You're giggling when your father circles back to you after helping Sejanus out of the water, and you can still see Coryo a ways away. You never realized how fast you were going until you both got thrown off, and you were usually very far away in the water.

Climbing up onto the boat and dripping wet, you pull the tube back up to the boat and hold on to the rope while your father steers you over to your friend, his blonde curls soaked and clinging to his forehead, almost completely covering his eyes.

"Coryo!" You call out as you get closer, laughing through your words. You get closer to the back ladder, prepared to help pull him out. He doesn't respond, though he's looking at you, and you realize quickly that he's ghostly pale- more so than usual, and he's clutching his hand to his chest. "Hey, you okay?" You ask, your smile fading quickly as you lean over the edge to reach for him.

He nods stiffly, and when he reaches out to take your hand, you notice that he's trembling.

"Are you hurt? What's wrong?" You ask, and you quickly hear your father's steps behind you.

"I- um..." You can tell as you try and help him up that he's embarrassed to admit that something's wrong- though he doesn't need to be.

"Dad?" You begin to ask for help, worry seeping into your tone, but he's already there. He gently nudges you out of the way and reaches into the water to pull Coryo out, which, is decently easy for him to do. He was always a skinny kid, and right now you were grateful for that.

"You okay, son? Let me see that." Your father says once Coryo gets his footing, still holding his hand close to his chest.

"You hurt your hand?" You ask when he doesn't move, just staring between you and your father with shock plastered all over his face.

He nods slightly, teeth chattering, and you hear that Sejanus must have turned down the music.

Your father gestures for him to show him his injured hand again, holding his own to take at it and look. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to take a look."

Coryo looks at you for a split second before looking away again, carefully holding his hand out for your father to look at.

Your father decided after that that maybe that wasn't the best activity to take other people's kids on while they were under his supervision. Secretly, it's a relief that Coryo was the one who got injured from it- he was closer with your family than anyone else, and there likely wouldn't be someone showing up at your door within the week to press charges over a broken thumb. You were still worried, though.

You made quick work upon returning to dry land of hurrying upstairs to your room with him, arm wrapped around his waist as your father tied up the boat. It was only his hand that was injured, but you had never in your life seen someone so pale- Coryo looked like he could collapse at any minute. 

"Someone's grabbing ice for it, just sit down on the bed and I'll get you some water." You say as you guide him to sit on your bed that sat against the corner of the large room, only mildly aware of the shake in your voice and the panic you were quickly descending into.

"I-I'm okay, it's really not that big of a deal..." Coryo mutters and you shake your head, about to leave when your mother walks in in a hurry.

"I brought some ice, darling." She says as she brushes past you to sit next to him and you stand clear out of the way. You needed to give her the space to be a mother and help- you knew that much.

You look around for Coryo's overnight bag while she helps hold the ice pack wrapped in a dish towel to his hand, but you can't find it anywhere. "Mom, we left Coryo's stuff in here this morning, did any of the staff touch it?" You ask, hoping to find him a shirt to cover his shivering skin. The shock, the air conditioning of the house while still dripping wet, and the ice pack were not a friendly combination.

"Oh, I had it moved to the sitting room." She points to the door and your brow furrows slightly.

All your friends who were spending the night were sleeping in the sitting room, and there were beds and a projector screen set up in there with snacks for movies and everything, but you and Coryo were supposed to stay in here when it was time to actually go to sleep. "What? Why? We're sleeping in here."

Your mother shrugs. "I don't know, honey, I just feel that it's time that you both have some of your own space."

What she means is 'I don't think it's appropriate for the two of you to share a bed anymore.'

You and Coryo look at each other, only briefly, and it's only safe to assume that you're both feeling the same thing.

You had never been in less of a rush to grow up, and to be forced to grow apart.

no taglist this time around!! my fics usually get over a hundred requests to be added to the taglist so instead i made a library! follow me over on @runningfrom2am-library and turn on notifs to get updates when i post new parts!!

[misotsukiiyeooo]

Hello, I love the way you write and I would like to make a request. Could you write about Vernon having an epiphany about his feelings for you? We know he lives in his own world and it would be cool to see him realize that in the years of friendship he was always in love with you.

Epiphany

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x F! reader

A/N: Hiii anon! Thank you sm! I love this req so sooo much!! I hope you enjoy it!!😙(btw he doesn't confess here, it's just an epiphany, not a confession 😶)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: When Vernon, your childhood best friend finally comes to the realization of his deeply hidden feelings for you.

"Ugh, I can't understand this question!!" Rolling around in your bed you bump into Vernon, who's just sitting down calmly reviewing the paper for your mid-terms tomorrow. "Vernon, help me!" You whine, now looking up at him. "If you didn't waste all your time scrolling on your phone, you could've been caught up with me." He looks back at his paper. "I couldn't help it! Now please, I'm ready to study for real!" Determined now, you look at him with pleading eyes. "Fine, but if you go back on that phone, I'll stop helping you." "Okay!"

After some serious studying, you start feeling drowsy since it's literally 1:00am. Still lying on your bed, your eyes slowly begin to close, losing grip of the study sheet, it falls on the floor. Vernon's completely unaware of your sleeping state and keeps looking over his study notes.

Getting out of the bed, He goes and gets a drink from the kitchen. Walking back into the room he doesn't even bother to care about how quiet it is, moreover at how your hair is covering your face and your arm is dangling. He's quite used to this 'weird' side of you considering you've been friends since forever. After completely finishing his drink he looks over at your very still state. "How far have you gotten?" No response. He looks at your back raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're mad because I have your phone, you literally asked to hold it so you wouldn't get distracted." Still no response. Brushing the hair off your face he finally notices you're sleeping state. "Oh..." His mouth makes the perfect 'o' shape while his brows are raised. Scoffing at you, he fixes your body making sure you're now under the covers. "I knew you wouldn't study for so long." He chuckles brushing some hairs off your face.

His heart races at the sight of your sleeping figure. This has been happening for a while, from you resting on his shoulders, to you holding his arm in a joking way. What he had thought meant nothing; soon started to be something more. 'Why do I feel like this?' Asking himself. Of course, he's always loved you, but this feels different. It was like a wave of realization washed over him, in which his hidden feelings for you can no longer be hidden, not even from himself. Seeing you in a completely different light felt weird to him. But nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you. Nervously biting his lip, he can't help but think what would happen to your friendship. Would you turn him down? Ignore him? Or just plain out say no? Deciding to ignore these thoughts, Vernon goes to his own room after making sure you're comfortable as you sleep.

A Week later

"Vernon! Vernon! Vernon!" As you're walking out of your last class of the day you spot Vernon waiting out front for you. "We finally got our results for our test! What'd you get?" Jumping around excitedly because you haven't even opened your own test score. "Let me guess, you want to check for me?" He looks at you already knowing your answer, and he simply hands you his paper. Scanning through his paper, you grin. "You passed!!" He looks totally unbothered, showing no sign of happiness making you frown. "What is it now?" You look at him. "Well, I kinda already looked a it earlier..." Fidgeting with his fingers like a child, you pout totally disappointed. "I had the feeling you did. You should've at least acted excited as if you didn't!" Vernon laughs at you while you're slumping over something that's not that serious. "You're right. But anyways let's see your score." Completely changing the conversation, he takes your paper. Now you're the nervous one. Watching his face to see any emotion that could 'give' away your score, you see nothing. "Stop teasing! did I pass or not?" He smiles, "Y/n... I can't believe you...passed?" Hitting him on his arm and chest he only laughs. "You had me scared to death! And why does it sound more like a question? you didn't have faith in me passing?!"

"Well, with the number of times, you were scrolling on your phone and then fell asleep soon after not having it...I don't know." He rubs the back of his neck, teasing you. "I passed, so I don't want to hear it! I can't wait for the party this weekend though."You both start walking to your dorms. "What should we do to celebrate? Movies?" You look over at him while he smiles. "You read my mind." He watches you with loving eyes as you walk ahead, skipping happily. Chuckling at his own self for being whipped for you, he jogs a bit to catch up with you. "So what movie are we thinking today?"

Req are open!

Taglist!!

@jjunie-0 @honglynights

[suengmi]

can you do where boyfriend! skz are teasing w reader but say a joke that hurts their feelings and they realize and immediately apologize and make it up to you (fluff)

hi anon!! ty for being my first ask, im excited to write! not sure if you wanted full stories/drabbles but i hope you like what i did! <3 also i'm a bit unwell and drained from work so pls be kind. took so long because i ended up writing a lot for some.... like a lot OOPS i trailed off a bit to make it more realistic but asjsdkkjasd anyways im sorry if it's not exactly what u wanted ;_; i did my best, plus i didn't want to make it all the same i guess? but yeah about .6k for each member!

warnings will be written below member names!! all under the cut~

warnings for all: not completely proof read but wanted to answer this prompt asap!! i'm half asleep it's 3am pls also all gender neutral!

┋bang chan ┋

context: grocery store is never fun, especially when your boyfriend doesn't know how hard it can be for you. new!relationship, domestic bliss grocery shopping for a night in

warnings: slight ableism??? before he knows??? idk, chan a bit spicy with his words so not complete fluff my b, some cussing, not the fluffiest pls im sorry idk what HAPPENED

word count: .6k

chan grunts at you, eyes rolling, "i told you it's the wrong one you dumb dumb. "

you look down at the japanese curry powder, trying to make sense of the words written before you. you haven't been with chan for long, but he's treated you better than anyone you've ever met. he's kind, giving and always knows how to make you feel better. he knows that you're happier when it rains, he knows that you get angry whenever you lose a game, he loves that you always defeat him at uno and enjoys how you make a week long parade about it. he already loves you but definitely doesn't know it yet.

there is one thing you're still trying to gauge about chan is how sometimes he can shoot first and ask questions later, and this is one of those moments.

chan frowns, pointing at the curry packet in your hand. "this is the spicy one."

"i'm sorry." you say in a low tone, still trying to read the packet but the font is harder to read, "they look the same."

chan snatches the packet from your hand, placing it back next to the seemingly same ones. "well maybe if you read it you properly for once. i had the runs for like 2 days last time. you know me and spicy no agree."

"i can't.... sometimes."

chan turns to you. "huh?"

you take in a deep breath and speak fast, "i have dyslexia."

"what?" he questions confused.

it's then when the penny drops after a moment of silence. realization a wave over him, all the times he told you to read properly, how many times he made tut noises at your replies not having complete context and how he would grunt when you didn't comprehend something.

"why didn't you tell me? there's nothing wrong with that...?" he prods, gaze gentle towards you.

you fumble with your hands, picking at the skin at the sides of your thumb, your mind trying to find what to say. "i dunno."

he sounds so apologetic when he eventually speaks, he wonders how he could have been stupid. it makes sense. all the times you've told him about your ex and how he called you stupid and dumb for not reading well, making fun of you and saying you just don't pay attention. "i made fun of you so much... wow i'm a dick-

"no it's okay" you interrupt him, a small smile on your lips not wanting him to be hurt.

chan purses his lips while taking your hands in his. he looks at your eyes, his own intense and apologetic. "no- it's not okay, i make fun of you so much for thinking you just didn't pay attention, shit, i'm sorry. i joke all the time about how your brain is always else where."

and with that chan knows that he definitely could have picked up the pieces earlier, that you said it to him, without words. "i'm just... fuck i'm sorry."

"i just you know with my ex they-"

chan pulls you in for a tight hug, as if hushing the words you were about to spill, your glasses pushed against your eyes but you don't mind. he smells like fresh baby powder, his own scent you love mixing in with the clothes he's wearing. you know chan's going to make up for it and that he'll do everything to make you feel better. because you love him too, you just don't know it yet either.

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┋changbin ┋

context: changbin loves working out and you love watching him, even if you don't think he doesn't know. freshly known feelings, uni!au, living together in dorm (i know you said !boyfriend but this was too good not to write hehe)

warnings: CHANGBIN SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING ACK, implications of taking a relationship further (physically), voyeur reader lmao

word count: .5k

you turn your gaze over to your friend, housemate or whatever you two had going on was called. you'd never really thought of changbin as someone you'd like, his gentle an soft nature was a contrast to the man currently a few metres away from you. weights in hand and grunts slipping from his mouth. you lean your head back to get a better angle, the veins on his arm revealing themselves. you knew he liked you and you liked him, but neither of you would dare to open that pandoras box. well, not until tonight.

it's a moment later that changbin stops his routine, almost meeting your stare. you raise your brows, attention turning back to the laptop in front of you. what on earth was i doing? you think, pretending to type something into the computer.

"thirsty?" he asks you, pretending he didn't noticed your eyes on him every now and then for the last half hour.

you turn your attention to him "wha?"

he laughs into his chest, stretching out his arms, "you have drool on the side of your mouth."

"i do- i do not!" you say slamming the laptop down, folding your arms on your chest knowing you've been caught.

changbin laughs, sitting down on the couch next to you, "didn't know i owned a dog."

you had no idea he could be this cheeky, making fun of you for simply watching him. after all, you were perving in a sense.

"don't make fun of me! i know i was... watching."

a smile dances on his lips, knowing that you can be sensitive to these things. "i'm sorry." he almost sounds apologetic... almost. "but... it's just too good to catch you out." he says in a slow almost seemingly mocking way.

"stop it." you mumble, facing the other way. "you know i have issues with... bringing this stuff up."

changbin tugs on your ear to gain your attention, feeling bad for making you feel slightly uncomfortable. but hey, you were the one watching. he smiles and says, "i know i know, i'm just teasing. i'm really sorry."

"i know but... please don't, this is hard for me."

"okay okay," he whines, gently lacing his fingers in yours, testing the waters to see if you'd be okay with this affection. "i promise i won't make fun of you, but if you wanna watch feel free to, don't have to be shy about it."

a blush dances across your cheeks and ears, your tummy suddenly feeling a knot of embarrassment grow. "changbiiiin." you groan, planting your face into the couch cushion.

"okay maybe i lied, i'll definitely enjoy making fun of you."

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┋hyunjin ┋

context: you hate feet. hyunjin thinks it's funny. established!relationship, living together

warnings: obvi mentions of feet?? mentions of vomit

word count: .6k

hyunjin knew you hated feet, just how they looked, how they acted and gripped on the damn floor whenever someone would walk bare foot. hyunjin loved walking around the house barefoot, and it sometimes made you feel woozy, just the image of your own feet touching the floor... imagine. you shivered at the thought, sitting down on the couch next to your boyfriend, his feet dangling off the edge of the couch.

you pat your legs, instructing him wordlessly to lay on your lap. he complies without a thought, scooching back and nestling his head into your soft legs. he let's out a gentle "mm" as he settles in. "soft" he coos, rubbing his head a few times before turning his attention back to his switch.

after another episode of your favourite show, hyunjin suddenly brings his feet up, inspecting one of them. "i think i have glass in this one."

"do you need to do that here?" you say in a tone, eyes avoiding the grippers in sight.

"nah can you just check this one?" he says with difficulty, throwing his foot back towards your face. if you weren't so grossed out you'd probably be impressed by his flexibility.

"hyunjin please--" you swat away his foot with your phone, pushing yourself back into the couch.

"nah see in the big toe right here."

"hyunjin! you know i hate feet stop!"

he struggles, folding his body further to get his left foot near you, "babe just look here near the nail."

and that's when you feel a lump in your throat, nearly retching at the sight. the rice dish you had earlier suddenly feeling not so settled.

"oh shit." hyunjin says in a shock turning his attention to you, hearing your strangled noise. "are you okay?"

"no i'm not okay, go away." you say behind your hand.

shit, he knows he did wrong. his seemingly funny joke was definitely taken too far. he feels bad, real bad. he knew you didn't like feet but not this much. it'd never really come into question the time you'd been together, but god he had no idea.

"jeez i'm sorry." he's unsure where to place his hands and fumbles, words not forming correctly.

you sit in silence for a moment before regaining your thoughts. "don't. fucking. do. that."

hyunjin's eyes are pleading, the guilt in his face almost makes you not want to get him back but then realise you can use this to your advantage. you look over at the massage oils on the table and back at him. "i have an idea."

and you know he'll do whatever it takes. he still had glass in his foot, but that wasn't important right now.

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┋felix ┋

context: felix thinks your tummy is cute, but you're just not used to it.

warnings: mentions of weight, body issues, tight clothing, BUT ITS FLUFF I PROMISEEEE, felix just a silly soft goose

word count: .6k

"come out please." felix begs, head leaning against the door.

you're sitting in the bathroom on the floor, dressed in nothing but your boxer underwear and a tight bed shirt, felix's bed shirt. you can feel the anxiety seeping into your chest, the weight of reality hitting you. you and your boyfriend had been together for only a month, but this was the first night you were staying at his house. it was on a whim, since most of the trains and buses had stopped running. and of course, you had nothing to wear. so there you were, tight shirt and all. you've never been uncomfortable with your body, if anything you love your body. but for some reason the way that felix talked about your stomach irked you. maybe he meant it as a joke? what did he mean? either way you were upset and needed space for a moment.

"please, i didn't mean it like that." felix sighs against the door, "it's soft and i love it."

you cast a sad expression towards the door. still unwavering from your position. why do you have anxiety now about this? all he did was grab your tummy and tell you it's soft like a kitten belly, or how it reminds him of those marshmallows that fold and how much he loves it because it's you, and he loves you.

you hear nothing but the cracking of a knee, felix bending down to put his fingers through the gap of the door underneath. he splays his fingers like a cat trying to get in the bathroom, darting against the tiles.

"lemme in!" he chimes, grunting to get his fingers further in. "i'll get in either way!" he jokes, using both of his hands under door to attack. it makes you laugh. it reminds me of those videos of cats wanting to get into the bathroom, or videos of racoons grabbing food.

"am i close?" he jokes, moving his hands back and forth.

you groan, stifling a laugh as you get up to open the door. "not even." you say, being met with pleading eyes. you look down at him, his hands still pretending to search where the door once was.

but he suddenly swoops you into a hug, hands around your waist, his head pressed into your soft chest, enjoying the smell of his shirt mixing in with your scent.

you relinquish any negative thoughts you have, melting into the hug. "i know you didn't mean it like that but, i think i'm just nervous... because it's you."

he pulls back, arms still wrapped round your waist, probably a bit too tight. "it wasn't a joke, i do love it." his eye are filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, your body an your mind.

"just... choose different words, please... i'm not a roll of marshmallows."

felix pulls back suddenly before gently pressing a swift kiss to your lips. "tastes sweet." he retorts about your statement, ignoring your words before kissing you again.

"i'm-seri-ous." you say between kisses, you feel his his hands digging into your hips.

instead of stopping, he grins, love apparent in his eyes. "my marshmallow."

you roll your eyes, a bit of anxiety still in your throat but knowing he adores marshmallows, you figure it's okay for now.

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┋jisung ┋

context: a park date is cute until you get attacked my a crow, jisung think's it's funny. established!relatonship

warnings: jisung being a weenie, swearing

word count: .5k

the ground collides with your chest, the mud clouding your vision and your new shirt you brought for the date probably ruined. yep, i definitely tripped and yes it was embarrassing. you think, shame in your chest. of all the days, why your one year anniversary?

all you hear is the cackle behind you getting louder, sharp inhales of breath echoing in your ears. jisung has no shame, actively laughing at you stacking it to the ground.

"ahaha! the crow!!" he gurgles still, bending forwards over the picnic blanket, almost choking on his spit.

"jisung!" you yell, getting to your feet, seeing the mess on the front of you. that fucking crow, why did it choose me?

"jisung!" you yell louder, stomping over to the blanket, definitely covered in mud, dripping behind you as you walk.

"i'm sorry babe i'm-" he says between breathes.

you grunt before wiping the mud from your chest, still feeling it covering half of your face. "it's not funny."

"it fucking is."

jisung's laughs come to a halt as he realised you're upset upset, not just whining like you usually do. he notices how your eyes are suddenly pooling with wells. he stands to his feet and gently holds out his hands, "baby-"

"no!" you grumble, pulling your arms away, tears rolling down your cheek. "i just bought this top. now it's ruined." your dejected tone unsettles jisung, instantly feeling bad for making fun of you.

he says nothing, confused on how to react. but he waits patiently, allowing you to let out your feelings. he's always been good at this, always been patient with you.

after a breath you look back at him, red rings dancing around your eyes.

he smirks as he walks over to the mud and plainly sits down in it as if it what he was meant to do all along. you let out a small laugh, your hands wiping the rest of the mud from your face.

"what?" he asks plainly, as if nothing is weird. he grabs a handful of the mud before pressing it to his shirt, and then another handful to his hair, rubbing it in. "what's funny?"

you laugh behind your mud covered hand walking over to him. he smiles up at you like a puppy, knowing that he's succeeded in making you feel better.

and there he is, completely covered in mud, way more than you are and in that moment you fall just a little bit more in love with him. you lean down and press a gentle but muddy kiss onto his lips.

he stares up at you with nothing else to say, just sitting in the mud. you decide to join him, plopping down next to him, hand in hand as you both just sit in silence and completely covered in mud.

with jisung you didn't always needs words, sometimes the things he did for you were enough.

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┋lee know ┋

context: you're getting ready to go out with friends, but your hair has other ideas, established!relationship, living together.

warnings/other: kisses??? idk, cuss words

word count: .5k

"it's not working!" you huff, re-straightening the side of your bangs for the 6th time. minho was confused at first, wondering why you're so upset over something trivial and small from his point of view. but when he looks up from his phone to see you struggling, his left hand still lazily patting one of his cats. he speaks without thinking,

"it's definitely like a pigs tail." he chuckles, looking back at his phone. in his mind, he assumes that he was just making a light hearted joke, thinking it was cute the way you got so upset over something he coined as small. plus, pig tails are very cute if you think about it.

it wasn't until you made a little sob that he noticed how you were actually feeling. you stare in the mirror, realizing it in fact does look like a pigs tail.

"baby-" he let's out a small but gentle sigh, "i was joking,"

"no you weren't. it... does look like a pig tail." you say between a small dejected sob, lips curled down and hands at your side as you avoid the mirror.

"let me help?" he says so gently as he approaches the bathroom door. instead of letting him help, you just melt into his chest immediately, your sobs muffled by his shirt. "i look like shit." you say defeated.

he lets out a light laugh, kissing the top of your head a few times, "you never look like shit, you know... even with your pig tail."

you step back, immediately hitting the tight muscles of his chest with both of your fists, "fuck off i swear." you talk through your teeth, still frustrated but feeling the urge to laugh in your throat.

"there you are," he says pleased at your spice, fighting with you to place a kiss on your temple, your hand starts pushing on his jaw, his lips puckered and ready. "c'mere." he says through your fingers, still pushing his head towards you, his hands gripping at your neck. "let me-- love you."

after a few minutes of roughhouse struggle, you push him back, feeing slightly better. it's in this moment you realize that you in fact do not enjoy asking anyone for help. but you speak, dejected tone apparent. "yeah... please help."

and nothing else is said while he fixes your hair, gently pressing small kisses on your cheeks as he does so. he knows he can sometimes say things without thinking, but he also knows that you sometimes enjoy just as much as he does. it's why you love him and why you two work so well together. after a few minutes he steps back to admire his masterpiece, a triumphant smile on his lips. "hmm," he ponders, "i liked the pig tail better."

"oi, don't start again you little shit" you say as you begin chasing after him, giggles dancing in with his own as he runs down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. "get back here! you're in for it!"

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┋seungmin┋

context: seungmin needs to shut his mouth sometimes, even if he doesn't know it. established!relationship, living together

warnings: seungmin being a spicy bitch, some playful physical aggression, kissing

word count: .5k

seungmin has you completely pinned under him on the couch as he covers you with kisses, not relinquishing his hold. "how many times do i have to say it?"

you grunt at the fact that he's weirdly strong in these situations, and as much as you struggle against his hold he's just completely powering over you. just the other day you were the one that had to help him open a jar. but thats besides the point. here seungmin is, currently trying to wiggle his way out of the fact that he took a joke too far. you're determined not to let him get away that easy.

you struggle once more against his hold, your legs flailing underneath him but he's just too damn strong.

he lets out a struggled breath, still above you. his hair falling gently from his face, "isn't sorry enough?"

you turn your head to the side, bottom lip pouting. "no."

"baby-"

you tut at him, tone almost darted, "don't baby me! you've lost your rights."

a gentle grin finds itself to dance over seungmin's face, he likes it when you fight back. he likes it when you put him in his place but still give him enough wiggle room to feel in charge.

"okay," he says with raised brows, "you win. i apologise."

you realise this is the perfect opportunity to get him back, for him making that stupid joke about something he knew you were insecure about.

"oh, whats this? kim seungmin, apologising, what was that?" you speak sarcastically. you're still under his hold, but you'll let it slide for now. "sorry i didn't quite catch that after you made me feel like shit for an entire hour. repeat?"

"i... apologise. i took it too far and i'm sorry."

you feel your chest rise, suddenly enjoying the power that seungmin has given to you. it takes a lot for him to admit he's wrong or that he's done wrong, this is just so damn satisfying.

"actually..." he trails off, letting your hands free a second before quickly grabbing the back of your neck. the kiss he planted on you was fast, and before you knew it you were laying back down on the couch, head dizzy from the sudden kiss, "you can't just make me forgive you with kisses." you speak in a semi-daze.

seungmin presses a kiss to your cheek and then a few more to your lips, the taste sweeter everytime. "i can, actually."

yeah, he's absolutely right. wait, what were we arguing about?

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┋jeongin┋

context: jeongin fucked up, and he wants to make it better. fresh!relationship

warnings: none? kissing maybes, TOO MUCH CUTE

word count: .5k

it only took jeongin about half an hour to attempt to make it up to you.

sometimes being with jeongin was hard, as you both communicated in very different ways, it definitely was something you needed to work on. though, the one thing you loved about him is the absolute time and effort he put into making everything just perfect for you. when it came to you, everything he did for you was worth it.

after taking a walk to calm your thoughts, you realized you were still frazzled from the way jeongin teased you and how you ended up crying, resulting in him just left behind in a confused state. sometimes it took a while for the penny to drop with him, but once he got it, he really got it.

you step through the front door of his house, gently removing your sandals to be met with the sound of jeongin jumping up from the couch, hands out in a display. "ta-da!" he yells, it startles you.

you turn to meet eyes with your boyfriend, his face with a stupid grin slapped across it.

"what is-" and that's when you notice the many items splayed across the ground. there's a few towels on the lounge table, a tub of what seems to be hot soapy water, a box of facemasks and some nail polish next to it. the lighting is low and your favourite soundtrack is playing. you notice the scent in the room, jasmine tea, your favourite.

jeongin takes a deep breath in before showcasing his wares. "salon de jeongin"

"babe i-"

he steps forward, taking your hands in his before guiding you to sit down. "cmon" he coaxes gently, his beautiful dark eyes watching your every step. you say nothing as you follow him, unsure of what's happening.

as if he knows you're going to speak, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'm sorry."

you marvel at the sight in front of you once more. the fact that he built you a whole salon in his living room within thirty minutes is mind blowing. he knows your favourite scent, your favourite songs and all the products you use. you didn't even realize he had those.

you're still at a loss for words, unsure of where to put your hands or body. jeongin just points to the chair, silly grin still plastered on his face and eyes wide.

you sit down in the chair, eyes darting to jeongin. "does it cost extra for shellac on my nails?"

jeongin pouts in thought, "just a kiss."

"i can do that." you say back at him. and that's all it takes, you know you'll talk later about this and how you can communicate better but this... this was enough for now. more than enough.

"actually," jeongin ponders before leaning so damn close to your face, "i think it's about 4 kisses."

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DAMN THAT WAS SO LONG I SPENT LIKE AGES DOING THIS MY BAD, i know it's not exactly what u said but oh well i wanted to make them all different!!!! ty for asking!!!!!! <3

[wholoveseggs]

Hey love! How about a Haylijah one shot based if the time they slept together in the show. Like season 2 episode 9

Wishes

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

A smutty extended version of haylijah's first time together.

♡♡ Thanks for the request lovely anon! This scene iconic and all I did was fill in the blanks ♡♡

3.1k words - Warnings: soo angsty, smut, fluff, oral sex, more angst...

Hayley walked into the living room to see Elijah sitting by the fireplace. The soft glow of the fire lit up the room as she looked at him. He seemed lost in thought and she hesitated to approach him, unsure of her welcome.

"She's asleep," Hayley said softly, standing awkwardly at the entrance of the room.

Elijah looked up at her, giving her a small smile. The way he looked at her always made her breath catch in her throat. It was like the intensity of his gaze could strip her soul bare and it both excited and terrified her.

She was so nervous and torn, she knew she had to tell him about the betrothal. She didn't want him to hear it from anyone else, especially Klaus.

Hayley had tried to tell him earlier, but she couldn't get the words out. It felt too final, like she was breaking them.

She was afraid to lose him. She didn't have much experience with love, or relationships for that matter. No one made her feel safe the way he did. She never wanted to let him go.

"It's so quiet, with Klaus and Rebekah gone," she was babbling now, trying to delay the inevitable. "So, we didn't get to say our wishes. Can I tell you mine?"

Elijah looked at her, a bit confused by her nervousness. She was usually so guarded with her emotions. He nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"It's a hope, actually... that you'll understand what I have to tell you." Her voice shook slightly, and her hands were trembling.

"And what is it?" He asked, his voice gentle and kind.

"My wolves. I think I figured out a way to release them from the witches." She began, her hands twisting together.

Elijah stood, his expression curious. She didn't want to hurt him, she wished she could avoid it.

"They could control their turning without the rings, and bring peace to our home so that Hope could return to us. But, there's a catch... I have to marry Jackson."

The look on his face made her stomach drop, and she wished she could take the words back. She could see the pain in his eyes, the sadness and disappointment. He quickly hid it all away, his noble heart not wanting her to see his heartbreak.

She had to get him to understand, to explain that it wasn't something she wanted. She didn't want Jackson, she didn't want anyone else but him.

In another time, another place, she would want to be his, only his.

"It's a, um, mystical ceremony, and- and an Alpha bonding ritual...?"

His silence made her want to scream. He was so calm, but she could tell it was a front. He looked away, staring into the fireplace. 

"Elijah... I know that you and I haven't been close recently, but... you have to know that this isn't about him. I don't love Jackson, but..." She watched him nod to himself, a storm brewing behind his dark eyes. "At the same time, I couldn't marry him and still be involved with you."

She had been worrying all day about what his reaction would be, she thought maybe he would get angry, perhaps a bit jealous. But, not like this. Not the cold indifference. The silence. It felt like he was miles away.

"I don't know, I should just-," she turned to walk away, unable to see him in such pain because of her.

She felt his hand on her arm and he spun her around, pressing his hand into the small of her back and pulling her body flush against his. He crashed his lips down onto hers, and she kissed him back, pouring everything she felt for him into that one kiss.

He broke the kiss, fire and pain dancing in his eyes.

"Marry him," he whispered, his dark gaze roaming over her face, as though he was trying to etch this moment in his mind forever. As though he knew it was the last time he would taste her lips.

"What?" She gasped, shocked by his words. She thought his kiss meant he would fight for her.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek. There was so much love in his eyes, so much sadness and loss. It hurt her heart just to look at him.

"Listen to me--," he began, cradling her face in his hands, "The only way that this city will be safe for Hope's return is if you have unified your people, and I have unified my own. Now, Davina will eventually lead her witches, and whatever that girl may be, she is no enemy to your child. Do what you need to bring your daughter home."

He backed away from her, she had never seen such longing in his eyes.

"This is my wish for you." He said softly.

Here he was, her sweet Elijah, encouraging her to do what was best for Hope, for her pack, but not what was best for him. She thought back to the last time they kissed and what she had said to him: 'Come on, Elijah. For once in your immortal life, can you just not be so noble?'

He was always putting everyone else first. He would sacrifice his own happiness for her. It was why she loved him, and why she couldn't have him. She reached out and touched his face, her fingers lingering against his soft skin. Their eyes met, a million unspoken words hanging in the air.

Everything in him was screaming to hold her, to keep her from leaving, to beg her not to marry Jackson. But, he had made a promise to her, to his family, to keep her safe. He wouldn't let his selfish desires ruin the plan to bring his niece home. He had to let her go.

But maybe, he would allow himself one last moment of weakness. To be selfish just for tonight.

His lips met hers, rough and demanding, and she kissed him back, with an equal passion. They moved across the room, crashing into the walls and knocking books from shelves. His hands were in her hair, and she ripped his tie from his neck.

Here he was, her Elijah, holding her like it would be the last time. Because it was the last time. She could feel it in her bones. She knew this was their goodbye. She tried to put everything she was feeling into her kisses, tried to let him know how much he meant to her.

Elijah finally had his beautiful wolf right where he wanted her. He tried not to think about how this was the last time he would ever hold her. The last time he would feel her soft lips against his.

He carried her to the nearby coffee table, his hands tugging at her clothes.

"Elijah," she sighed, as his mouth moved along her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips rocking against him. She could feel him, hard and hot between her thighs.

The way his name fell from her lips sent a shock of heat through his body. He needed to be closer to her. He needed more. He would always need more.

Her hands gripped the exposed skin of his chest, he was warm and firm, his muscles flexing under her touch. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to forget the world and just have him. 

For the first time, for the last time.

She tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. He grinned against her skin, kissing down her chest, tugging at her bra.

His lips moved down her body, along her stomach and lower. His hands pulled her panties down her thighs and she propped herself up on her elbows, watching him kiss the soft delicate skin there.

She couldn't look away from him. The sight of him, the only man she had ever loved, between her legs. His eyes met her, his body illuminated by the fire behind him.

His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her towards his mouth. She moaned, falling back onto the table as his tongue teased her. He knew just what she needed, just where to touch her to send waves of pleasure through her body.

He was a skilled lover, attentive and considerate, like she knew he would be. But it was more than that, it was like he was making love to her with his mouth. She could feel it in the way his lips moved against her, his tongue swirling and stroking, his hands holding her tight enough to leave bruises.

He let out a soft hum, a vibration that ran through her body. She had never felt this good. No one had ever touched her the way he did. It was like they were made for each other.

Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her hips rocking against his mouth. She was chasing that glorious high, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer.

She was a writhing, moaning mess, and he couldn't get enough of it. He loved watching her fall apart. Of all the women he had loved, all the women he had made love to, no one could compare to his beautiful wolf.

She could feel the tension building, a warmth growing deep in her belly, a pleasure that was about to boil over.

"Don't stop," she begged, and he didn't.

Her back arched, her muscles tensing, and she let out a soft gasp as the release hit her, wave after wave of intense pleasure. He licked her slowly, prolonging the ecstasy until she was spent and limp on the table.

He kissed his way back up, her small frame trembling slightly from her climax. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He could feel her heart pounding, her blood rushing through her veins. She was intoxicating.

"I need you," she breathed, and he crushed his lips to hers, their bodies pressing against each other.

He didn't say a word, just picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down on the soft bed.

They quickly shed the rest of their clothing and she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him passionately. He tasted like whiskey and something uniquely him. Something she couldn't get enough of.

Elijah didn't want this night to end, he was one of the most powerful creatures in the world, yet he was powerless against time. It would continue, whether he wanted it to or not.

Hayley pushed him onto his back, straddling him. She kissed his jaw, his neck, down his chest. She had never felt more alive. Her nails raked along his chest, making him hiss. She loved the way he reacted to her, the way his muscles rippled under her touch.

She lowered herself onto him, letting out a soft moan. Her eyes met his, his hands resting on her hips. They fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other. It was almost overwhelming, the sensation of having him inside her.

"Hayley," he murmured, and it sounded like a prayer.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her hands on his chest. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was like they were one. She could feel every inch of him, her body responding to his.

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, that no one else had ever held his heart the way she did. That no one ever would. But, he knew it would just make this harder.

So instead, he held her, and let her have this moment. He would give her everything he had, and then let her go.

She quickened her pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She was beautiful, the way her head fell back, her soft moans filling the air.

He watched her, taking in every detail. The way her lips parted, the way her body moved, the way her breath hitched.

Her eyes met his and it was like time stopped. She could feel the tension coiling low in her belly, the pressure building.

She could see the emotions playing across his face. He looked like a man in pain. She had never seen anyone look at her like that, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She wondered what her life would be like if he was the father of her child. In his eyes she saw that perfect cookie cutter life, the one she always longed for. She imagined a world where he was her husband, where he would watch their child grow. She didn't want to be an Alpha. She didn't want the responsibilities. She didn't want to marry Jackson.

All she wanted was to be his.

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

They moved together, a slow, steady rhythm, making it last, fitting together perfectly, their hearts beating as one.

He rolled them over, settling between her thighs, his hands cradling her face. His dark gaze was so intense, so full of emotion.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and it was like her heart was breaking. She wished this was real, that they had met under different circumstances, in a different life.

He was close, and so was she. The pleasure was building, and she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay here forever, in his arms, with him.

"Please," she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Elijah."

He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, as their bodies moved together, breaking apart and coming back together.

She could feel him, his body responding to hers, his heart beating in time with hers. They both were teetering on the edge, and she needed him to take her over.

She pulled her mouth from his, looking deep into his eyes.

"Make me yours," she whispered, and that was all it took.

He kissed her neck then sank his fangs into her flesh, the bite sending her over the edge.

It was the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body shuddered, and she cried out his name. It was like her soul had been split open, her emotions raw and exposed.

His release followed soon after, his body trembling as he spilled himself inside her. It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of it. Nothing compared.

They lay there, their bodies still connected, neither wanting to move, to break the spell.

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in, his hands cradling her face. Her skin was flushed, her eyes shining.

He kissed her again and again and again, slow and gentle, savoring the moment.

"Elijah, I--" She began, not sure what she was going to say. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but it would only make it all so much more difficult.

He silenced her with a kiss, his hand tangling in her hair.

"I know," he said softly, and she knew that he did.

They held each other, her head on his chest, his fingers running through her hair. The moment was perfect, and she wished it would never end.

The soft cries of Hope interrupted their blissful reverie. They shared a smile, and Hayley moved to get out of bed and check on her.

"Let me," he said, getting dressed quickly.

She watched him as he left the room, admiring the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.

She listened as he took care of her daughter, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She would have to leave him in the morning, but right now, in this moment, she was happy.

Hope's cries turned into laughter, and she heard Elijah singing softly. She couldn't understand the words, but the melody was soothing. It sounded like an old lullaby.

She wondered if this was what it would have been like if they had met under different circumstances. She could imagine them raising their children together, a family. It was a dream that would never come true.

When Elijah returned she was pretending to sleep, she didn't want him to see her tears. He climbed into bed beside her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

He didn't want her to marry Jackson, but he had made her a promise, to keep her safe. His vows mattered more than his feelings, his happiness.

He kissed her hair, mouthing, 'I love you', a promise he made to the stars.

They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms, and if he had his way, they would wake up the same way everyday, from this day until the end of time.

But, fate is not kind, and love is not for the selfish.

Hayley woke up alone, the faint scent of Elijah still lingering on the sheets. It was a bittersweet reminder of what she had given up.

She could smell coffee and bacon, he was downstairs cooking breakfast. Elijah was a hopeless romantic, even at the worst of times.

She smiled sadly, tracing the curve of his pillow, imagining his face. He had held her all night, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe. She could feel his loss in her bones, the empty space inside her, the space where he had been.

Hope cooed and giggled from her crib, reaching up her tiny hands to her mother. Hayley scooped her up and carried her downstairs, inhaling the scent of home-cooked food.

Elijah was humming a tune, dressed impeccably, as usual. He looked like nothing had changed, like they didn't have a lifetime of longing and heartache between them.

She admired him, his broad shoulders, his strong jaw. The way his biceps flexed as he whisked the eggs. He looked good, his dark hair neatly styled, his clothes crisp and clean.

She leaned in close to him, grabbing some fruit from the counter and their eyes met.

For a moment, it was like the world had stopped. There was only the two of them, and the love that burned between them.

Elijah wanted to kiss her, just one last time, but he knew that if he did, he would never be able to let her go.

Hayley felt her heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing. She could see it in his eyes, the love and the pain. He leaned in and kissed Hope on the head instead, the infant smiling happily.

They didn't have to say anything, their feelings were clear. They both wanted more, but they knew that it wasn't possible. They had to be ripped apart by duty.

Perhaps if they knew the future that awaited them, it would be a different story, a different outcome.

But, as they say, time is the enemy, and love is never enough.

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[stagkingswife]

So this is a silly question but I always wanted to start with paganism. And one fo the reasons is that I have been having this strange dreams for years by now.

They are all repetitive and way to constructed to be my own mind (I don't say it couldn't be me looking too much into it)

But in these dreams there is a entity, it has some weird noise I can't make out their gender. And they will just ask about my days, they will leave me weird cryptid messages about my past, or the moon.

They always leave me with a big scent of lavender stuck on my head, and ever since this started, a lot of lavender stuff and theme had come into my life without me even looking for it.

Any idea of who they could be?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Anon, but I don't do entity identification through Tumblr anymore. Identifying an entity requires not only a lot of information, but a lot of time spent communicating with them - and I just don't have that time to spare anymore. But - teach a man to fish and all that - I'm happy to walk you through my process for how I go about identifying an entity, especially when you don't have a lot to go on.

Major Recorded Entity The easiest thing to either rule out, or get a solid confirmation of, is if the entity in question is a popular god or some other famous spirit. In your particular case you have a two concrete things to things to go on: The lavender scent and the messages about the moon, I would start by Googling like "Lavender Folklore" "Lavender mythology" maybe even "pagan deities associated with lavender," though I worry that last one will get you people's personal associations and UPGs rather than anything from the historical record. You could also break it down by culture if you wanted: "Greek god associated with lavender," "Egyptian god associated with lavender," etc. Then repeat your searched with "moon" instead of lavender, and look for overlaps. You're almost definitely going to get more moon results than lavender, so use it as a possible filter on your earlier results. Keep a list of any entity who turns up in this research, and specifically mark anyone who is particularly interesting to you for any reason. Next, if you haven't already, get yourself a divination tool, it's time to ask your visitor some questions! Go down your list and ask your visitor if they are the first name. Then the second name. Then the third. Do all of the names. Hopefully you're using a divination tool that has some nuance to them, like tarot, or playing cards, something else that can give you a "Yes, and..." or a "No, but" instead of just a flat yes/no. Adjust your list to yes, no, maybe. Be aware that you are likely to have more than one name in each list if you start with enough options. This doesn't mean that this entity is all of the yeses, just that it could be one of them, and you need to gather more information.

Common Type of Spirit If the above doesn't net you anything that feels like a solid enough yes after a couple of rounds of research and divination I usually move on from recorded deities and try to classify the entity as a broad type of spirit. My personal categories are: Deceased human, The Fair Folk, Elemental, Angels/Demons, Animistic spirits of Nature/Places/Objects, Household spirits, Creatures, and misc - but everyone has their own categories that they prefer to work with. Grab that same divination tool from before and ask the spirit to describe themselves. See if anything in the divination makes you think of one of your categories. Do you get a lot of nature imagery? Maybe they are a nature spirit. Do you get a lot home and hearth imagery? Maybe it's a household spirit. Etc.

Familiar Spirit I don't mean this in the normal familiar spirit sense, like a witches' familiar, I mean is this a spirit familiar to you in some way. Could you know them or have encountered them somewhere other than these particular dreams. This is another round of divination. But just like the last one you can ask this question once and have a conversation about it through your divination tool. Ask if you've encountered them before, if so where or how.

Unrecorded Entity If you don't get anything from any of the last steps that helps you identify the entity then you've reached the point that I usually start at. This entity is unrecorded, meaning they don't exist in human written culture. They may have had contact with people before, they may not have, either way, records of it either don't exist or didn't survive to the present day. You can have a really wonderful fulfilling relationship with an unrecorded entity, but you will have to chart the course of that relationship yourself. For any of the above types of spirits you could probably find someone who had experience with either the specific entity of the general type and sort of follow in their foot steps, but that's not necessarily possible with an unrecorded entity. Do I think it's likely that your dream visitor is an unrecorded entity, not necessarily, but I would be remiss if I didn't mention the possibility.

You can also start identifying as pagan and developing a practice without involving this entity, either at first or at all. Maybe you've always love Greek mythology and want to start worshiping them! If so, do that! Get comfortable with your practice and see what comes of that. Maybe things will become clear! Either way, if you choose to join us, welcome to the community!

[vikkirosko]

Hello? I haven't written to anyone before, but I think I need a little reassurance now. It’s just that I’ve been celebrating my birthday alone for several years now. And every year I start to get upset about this earlier and earlier

So could you write a "reader" who is feeling a little lonely and sad on his birthday with one of the Hazbin Hotel guys? 👉👈

Sorry if your requests are currently closed

🍞 anon

Hi, I'm really sorry that you're feeling lonely on your birthday. I hope this little oneshot with Husk will help you feel better. If you wanted someone else from the characters, you can safely send a request, they are open. I do not know if your birthday has already passed or not yet, but anyway, happy birthday, 🍞anon

🃏 Husk x Reader platonic Oneshot You won't be alone on this day 🥃

Husk played the role of a bartender in a hotel, and like any bartender, he noticed many things. The emotional problems of others, their skeletons in closets, and your sadness did not become a big secret from him. He saw that you seemed to be getting sadder and sadder every day. He wasn't the only one who noticed it. Charlie tried to find out if you were okay, but you put a smile on your face and told her that you were fine. You looked sad again late at night. You didn't go to bed, although you were usually in your room at that time, and Husk was watching you with his eyes. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he broke the silence.

"Tell me already, what happened?"

You shuddered and forced an uncertain smile again.

"What are you talking about? Nothing happened"

"You're going to tell this the princess, I can see everything perfectly"

You were silent for a few seconds, and the smile on your face disappeared. Sighing heavily, you lowered your eyes.

"It's my birthday in a few hours..."

It was a little unexpected, but Husk tried not to show it.

"I've been celebrating my birthday alone for the last few years, and you know, it used to seem like something ordinary, but every year it upset me more and more, and every year I feel this sadness earlier and earlier..."

Husk silently listened to you. He saw how tears started to come into your eyes, so he came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"This year you won't have a reason to be sad"

"What?"

You looked at him blankly, and Husk went to the second floor to call Charlie and tell her directly about the reason for your sadness.

"It's strange to hear this from me, but you're not alone, you have friends here at the hotel and you'd better wait for something big, because it's unlikely that the princess will agree to anything less"

He motioned you over to him and you came over, after which you walked together to Charlie's room.

"You won't be alone on this day"

[loosesodamarble]

how would nacht react or what would he do if he found out that his crush or s/o came from an abusive family.

Sorry for the wait, Anon. Hopefully the headcanons I share now make up for it.

Content warning(s): abuse in Reader's backstory; as such, there will be brief depictions of abuse (specifically emotional abuse/neglect)

..........

Nacht believed there was plenty about you to admire. You treated everyone with kindness. Or at least civility. Your smile was warm and beautiful. You spoke fondly of your loved ones and passions. When he spent time with you, he felt like a normal man.

He believed you were one of the few, rare, people that was good right from the start.

He fell in love with how you were good in the simplest but best ways.

One day, Nacht decided to express his admiration for you, possibly even confess. He called you "an amazingly kind person."

You stopped short and looked at him, brows furrowed and lips curled into a frown. "Nah, you've got it all wrong. I'm nothing special."

Nacht was confused but when you pulled away from the conversation, he knew it wouldn't be right to press you right away. But the seeds of worry were planted that day.

That worry grew when one day, when he tried to ask about your latest creative project, you brushed him off. And your kindness started to feel more strained. And you acted more restless, anxious even.

Nacht tried to approach you, but you brushed him off over and over. Eventually, he took you by the shoulders, looked you dead in the eyes, and begged, "Please, tell me if something is wrong."

You broke down in tears and through your sobs you explained how you'd visited your family and how unpleasant it was.

You had tried to explain your recent project to your parents but they brushed you off saying "okay, so are you doing anything that's productive?"

When you talked to your sibling about your job, they remarked that you could've "been doing better."

You were hysterical and ended up venting. About how they never had time for you. How you could never impress them. How invisible you felt at times.

"They were right when they said I haven't changed at all since they last saw me," you sobbed to Nacht.

Nacht let you vent. Let you cry on his shoulder. Hold onto him for stability. The intimacy he wanted with you had been achieved, but possibly in the worst circumstances.

Once you'd cried yourself dry, Nacht put an arm around you and whispered, "I'm sorry that your family has treated you in such a way. To think that the people who should've supported you treated you coldly, you don't deserve it."

Nacht now understood why you'd reacted the way you did earlier on, because you'd been led to believe that you weren't worth notice.

"I know this doesn't make up for your family's treatment, but I want you to know that you're wonderful and deserving of love."

His words were so soft and while somewhat unsure, there was a power to them that moved you to tears again.

After that conversation, Nacht would you rebuild your confidence. Small affirmations daily. Reminding you that he wants to hear about your life, even if it seems mundane. Stopping you from being too critical of yourself.

He wouldn't go overboard with praising you. He would've tried and realized it actually made you more self-conscious. But Nacht definitely lets you know that your efforts aren't wasted.

He would do his best to make himself emotionally available to you. When you need to vent negativity or ramble about good things, he'd be there to listen to you.

Nacht might be a little overly cautious and would ask you not to visit your family. Not for a loooooooong time. He doesn't want them to break your spirits all over again.

A proper confession would wait for another day. He does want to love you, openly. But you loving yourself comes first.

[prapaiwife]

the parallels btwn wandee goodday stay with me bed scene and lita prapaisky bed scene where sky is so sleepy....... 🤭

Hi anon! Omg yessss now I haven't seen stay with me! But obviously lita lol and pls now I'm in my feelings about this I have to analyze so here I go lol. So with wandee gooday the whole focal point of it was vulnerability. And yak saw Dee's in this episode, I would say he did in ep 1 too. But I feel like he had saw what triggered Dee's vulnerability. Like after sneaking in and seeing what dee is going through at work with his coworker he didn't even bring it to Dee's attention, *given he doesn't really know the whole situation with the scholarship just yet!*. And Dee's relationship with dr ter and how that completely made dee feel like as if he's the problem as to why ter doesnt return the same feelings as him. (When we all know he's not at all the problem) but in that moment at the doctor's yak just wanted to hold his hand just to show he's here for him. And also through the episode he was being reminded what his friend told him about ppl who are vulnerable.

"Nobody can be strong all the time everyone has vulnerableites that can trigger them" so when he saves dee from the those guys at the bar and he sees how emotional dee was and his little whines when he sensed that yak was gonna leave him. He immediately reached for him and huddled himself in yak😭😭😭. Dee is tired and or so used to being alone. He wants someone to want him, and after being rejected and seeing ter for truly who he is its alot, and he's still reflecting on ter and his comments they are still affecting him. And so as we see he drinks goes to the bar maybe to meet someone as well. And when he does this he becomes this bravely drunk but also very vulnerable and emotional. But yak being there for him and just holding him through the night and giving him that comfort he wanted to earlier in the day but now it was what dee needed and what yak wants to be and give to dee.

So with pai and sky, prapai has noticed as episode 9 that something was wrong with sky. And I looked how he always kept that in the forefront of his mind cause it made him approach sky from then on with this softer gentler approach. Cause though he doesn't know what sky been through he can it was something that altered to how he views ppl and trust and seeing himself as less than he didn't value himself he questioned himself countlessly if he even deserved prapai!?. And so prapai seeing sky for who he is vulnerableites and all it made him want to protect sky even more, just by making sure he's eating his meals and buying him even, and helping him with work for school so he doesnt have to stay up so late. And laying with him at night when he sees sky waking up so abruptly from a nightmare to ease him and let him know he's here with him he doesnt have to go through this alone. And sky leans into that as in the last episode when he goes through another nightmare, he calls prapai instantly cause he now has someone who's more than willing to drop everything for him. And doesn't see him as a burden at all, prapai wants sky to call him if he wants he wants sky to be comfortable with him.

Just a little rant on this cause wow anon u were right though I don't think u meant to cause me to go on and on sorry lol😭.

[dtmsrpfcringe]

I haven't been online the past few days because I couldn't look at people continuing to somehow excuse the Neil thing anymore, can anyone here please give me an update about wtf went on. I'm begging. 😭 I don't spend time in this fandom for a week and suddenly people are saying that the real people got involved with the shippers? 😭 You're the only source I trust at this point, because I sure as hell won't read what the actual blogs in question have to say, I already saw the most decent discourse about how David is trapped in a loveless and psychological absusive marriage because she made fun of his shoes

As if socks with sandals weren't already a joke since like the 70s.

Kay to the drama. So last week this account shows up and someone is like oh btw that's Michael Sheen *lists some very private and kinda believable reasons* and I'm like okay well clearly nothing's happening. Account followed me. Welp. A few days ago this account calls out nightgoodomens and suddenly she just...stops posting. The post wasnt particularly conspicuous but it was deleted quickly. Well then earlier (idk what time it was for you) this account tags ingravinoveritas in a rant about how disgusting it is and the bullshit and said "how dare you say these things about my private love life (that I'm a queer, that I'm bisexual that I SUCK DICK)" and that's like word for word..

That's when I was like hold the fucking phone he would definitely be mad about these things but it wouldn't be about her saying he is bisexual. Also the use of 'a queer' was wayyy fucking off. Posted it, people were in my inbox telling me "oh you're stupid if you think that's him" I don't btw. Agh. Like clearly I posted it and was like wow that's not what he would choose to focus on there when the direct misogyny against his partner is in view. Account suddenly disappears. And that's where we're at. <3 you anon

[misc-obeyme]

takin’ my last chances!! how about the road prompt with lucifer? also have a great day <3 i love reading your works ^^

Hello there, anon!

Ohh you got it in at the last second lol! I'm happy to hear you're enjoying my writing! I hope you have a lovely day as well!

Thanks for the request!

GN!MC x Lucifer with prompt Road

Warnings: none!

You were walking back to the House of Lamentation after a day at RAD. You had stayed late to help Lucifer with work and now the two of you were on your way back. You didn't often get to walk home with Lucifer, so it was nice to have him beside you.

Although the two of you walked in silence, it was comfortable. For once there was nothing pressing you needed to discuss and you could just enjoy the time you had in each others' presence.

You were about halfway home when Lucifer took your hand and pulled you in a different direction. You found yourself on a small side road that you had never noticed before.

"Where are we going?" you asked, squeezing his hand in the hope that he wouldn't let go.

He didn't. "I wish to take the long road home. You'll indulge me, won't you?"

You looked around. It was a quaint little back road that seemed to be running between small shops on one side and houses on the other. It was cobbled like most of the Devildom streets, with street lamps illuminating it. You noticed a plethora of hanging pots and flowering vines, too. Some of the buildings had little awnings over their windows.

"This road leads back to the House of Lamentation?" you asked.

"Indeed it does," Lucifer said. "Don't you trust me to take you home?"

You blushed. "Of course. I've just never seen it before."

"It will take us longer to get there this way," Lucifer said. He looked away from you, closing his eyes and blushing. "However, I find that I haven't spent much time alone with you lately."

And then you realized exactly what was going on. Lucifer didn't often tell you how he felt about anything and sometimes it was hard to tell what he was thinking. But now you saw that he wanted to take the long road home so that he could spend more time with you. It was such a sweet gesture, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"I don't mind," you said. "This little road is so cute, I'm happy to walk home this way."

Lucifer seemed to accept this and the two of you made your way down the street. Most of the shops were either closed or just closing, since you had stayed at RAD until evening. You could see glimpses of busy demons cleaning up and locking doors.

Lucifer seemed more talkative then, chatting to you about different things going on at school or with his brothers.

When you saw that you had reached the end of the road and it brought you back to a different road you recognized as leading to the House of Lamentation, you felt Lucifer pause beside you.

You turned to him and found yourself in his arms.

"This has been most pleasant, MC," he said. "Would you be opposed to coming this way with me more often?"

You thought about teasing him. It would be so easy. Lucifer was nowhere near as needy for your time as all of his brothers were. But you had come to realize that he just wasn't as demonstrative about it. And being here in his arms was so nice, you could only really think about how much you wanted to spend more time there.

"Of course," you said. "Though next time, we should leave RAD a little earlier when some of those shops are still open."

"As you wish," Lucifer said. He pulled you in a little more and pressed a kiss to your lips.

After that, you became regulars on that little road and the shop owners expected to see both of you at least once a week. You would always be smiling, hand in hand.

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masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

[magicalrocketships]

trying to spread a little joy on the dash this evening! Some questions, please answer any or all of them if you feel like it!

have you eaten anything nice recently?

have you had anything nice to drink?

have you written anything? (If you ever wanted to come back to that single dad Max tumblr fic or that girl Daniel and Max eating her out fic you posted then I for one would be SEATED)

have you bought anything cool lately?

anything else nice you'd like to share instead of or as well as this?

and if anyone else wants to answer these then please do!

Oh, an excellent and well-timed ask, anon, for I slept terribly last night and was feeling a little Sad capital S earlier. However! Questions!

I have just finished eating some bacon, squash, chili and sage tagliatelle, and it was fucking incredible and so easy. I haven't had the energy/been well enough to cook for over 18 months so I am gently exploring making things for me again, and I had FORGOTTEN how good this was/is, and how much I love it. Recipe available upon request but trust me when I say it's so fucking good.

WELL. I made some switchel this afternoon which is currently just infusing for later in the week, and I snuck a little taste as I was putting it in some tupperware, and it tasted SO NICE and ginger and spicy. BUT my favourite sainsbury's bedtime tea was discontinued a couple of years ago and I was whining to @andwegogreen about it earlier in the week as I was doing my supermarket order and I LOOKED IT UP and it is BACK. Camomile, lemon balm, lavender and valerian root infusion: back in my life.

I think I finished rewriting a scene from the end of chapter 11 of breaking every rule for you that has been unsatisfactory for me for weeks??? So that's good. And yes!! I actually have a couple of asks about single dad Max that I've been saving up for a day with some energy so I have THOUGHTS. Why isn't Max racing????? How did he end up with kids so young?????? How did Daniel's racing life go without Max in it???? Why did Max take the bus to the karting track????? ALL QUESTIONS I HAVE CONSIDERED THE ANSWERS TO. And girl Daniel continues to live rent free in my head.

Goddddd I've had to spend so much stupid money on household shit recently, like a new iron after my ironing disaster last weekend (NB not my fault, everyone I have told about this has said WHAT THE FUCK and I wholeheartedly agree) and MORE damp traps and TWO attempts at fixing the broken curtain rail in my bedroom, but I did get a pumpkin bourbon candle a few weeks ago which at some points is the only good thing in the room.

I'm rereading Emma and I like it more and more the older I get. Same with Mansfield Park. There you go. Thank you for this nice ask in the middle of a Sunday evening.

[toomuchracket]

Have you seen that one video of the end of sex where matty looks like he j*zzed his pants? (Awful sentence to have to type but for some reason tumblr wont let me link things off anon)

I’m not too sure about the d word timeline BUT since that was during atvb imagine already being together when it happened and watching it offstage (or maybe bustling around backstage doing odd tasks for the crew & on a whim checking twt and seeing someone in the crowd had already posted it IDK NOT IMPORTANT).

Anywayyy he comes offstage and it’s all you can do not to pounce immediately 😭 sneaking off into some supply closet to give him the sloppiest most soul sucking bj ever while he tugs ur hair and tells you how well you’re doing for d*ddy…. Giving him exactly .5 seconds to recover after he finishes before dragging him off to your hotel room to actually fuck………. I am so sorry but i cannot be normal about this !!

i wrote a tiny fluffy version of this here!! and yes i am absolutely familiar with said video. but frankly i think every time he plays that song you would go nuts with lust lmao - especially if it's the first show you've managed to attend of tour because of work commitments back in london. like it's been a busy day - your flight only got in that morning and you're still technically working, and matty's been prepping for the show/doing promo - so you haven't had much time to yourselves; you had a quick dinner date and catchup together, but there was no time for more passionate affection than a little makeout session just before matty went onstage (and a tiny kiss after his quick change after consumption). and yeah, you want him enough as it is, and then you see him with that bastard red guitar and you're DESPERATE. you know there's nobody at the show that needs to be met and chatted to backstage afterwards, it's a "rest for a minute, get changed, go back to the hotel" type situation, so when matty comes offstage all undressed and sweating and exhilarated and just so so sexy and pulls you into a hug, you whisper in his ear like "i love you, i'm proud of you, and i really really need you right now". and matty pulls back to hold your face in his hands and look at you, rubbing his thumb across your lips; he sees how desperate you are for him and he's like "yeah? you need daddy to make you feel good, princess? got you all worked up tonight, it seems", and you drag him off to a random lockable cupboard you found earlier, getting on your knees and saying "need to make you feel good first, s'all i can think about", and matty's like "fuck go ahead babe". and you don't need to be told twice - the two (or so) months of not seeing your man AND the way he looked onstage tonight have turned you a bit feral, so you suck his dick like your life depends on it, savouring every hair tug and guttural moan and whine of your name and hiss of "fuck, that feels good. so fucking good for me, princess, so good for daddy" that leaves matty's lips. he finishes so quickly that he'd probably be embarrassed if he wasn't focusing so much on stopping his knees from fully giving out, while you sit back on yours and watch in satisfaction, licking the last little bit of his cum from your lip. matty pulls you to stand after a minute or so, kissing you languidly before saying "that was definitively the best blowjob i have ever had. you're insane. i love you, my girl" - there's another kiss, before you pull back and smile at him like "i love you too. and that was only the beginning. let's go home so i can ride you on the stairs in our hallway", and matty's like "holy fucking christ OKAY". and you do! lmao <3