#i wrote this in like 3 hrs i am having FEELINGS sorry

[mxrcusflint]

hold on through the comedown

Sometimes Jake flies in a holding pattern for a visit. Rooster still kisses him the same, like Jake is tender and not a killing thing, not a weapon sharpened through orders and a propensity to say yes to the worst assignments. He holds Jake’s face and doesn’t say what is reflected in his eyes. Understands the rules written on this side of the sand, though he wants to keep playing in between them.

or

Jake finds his way back to where Rooster's been waiting.

Read on AO3

[wayfayrr]

Alright, I wonder how long an ask can be. U asked for it!😝

Also, if u were curious, since I’ve only played Botw and most but not all of totk, 98% of the time my yandere self-aware ideas will be of Wild/Tears.

How does Wild/Tears feel about the fairies? Like, is he embarrassed that reader has to watch that? Does he worry what they think? Or is he just like “eh, I can’t control their upgrade animations, sorry”. Then how does he feel when reader thinks it’s kinda cute/funny? I don’t want to traumatize the poor guy, but I must admit watching the level four animation is slightly funny bc I feel so bad for him. And in level three when he covers his face is cute.

What about when he just has to sit there for 10 hrs his time? Listen, I wanna upgrade the darn champion’s tunic but the stupid upgrades require 2 of each farmable dragon Zelda item. And I couldn’t find her for so long it was annoying. Ik she follows a certain path but even so u have to just keep following the path hoping u eventually run into her. So I just decided to farm an item, then sit there for 10 minutes r time until she’s farmable again. So how does Tears feel? Am I wasting his time? Is he bored? If he had an animation for it would he fall asleep? Would he glare at me for making him sit there for 10 hours? Plus, ima be honest. For those 10 minutes of me just waiting, I’ll usually scroll on my phone. I’m not gonna stare at the tv for 10 minutes, sorry lol. So is he mad that I’m not paying attention to him and stuff?

What about if I laugh at him? Alright, I don’t do it That much lol, just if I make an embarrassing mistake w him and he looks a little funny. Would he be embarrassed? Mad? ….?? I think he’s cuuute! It’s fiiine, right…?😭

Thinking about my one ask where I used him for science, totally not using bombs on him for any other reason! Anyway, so I have to admit, his overheating animation I like. I’m all for angst/whump w characters. Whenever I read AO3, 98% of the stories r angst/whump for Wild/Tears. Sicfic? Yes please! Nightmares? Yes please! Psychological torture? Sign me up! There was this one fic someone wrote about Wild being hit by a curse that trapped him in his memory next time he unlocked one, so he had to watch it over and over and over. The rest of the chain had to save him. Tho, if it makes u feel any better, I only like happy endings, no open ended ones, no sad ones, or character deaths. Nope. Fairy tale where they all lived happily ever after please and thank u lol. So anyway, I got sidetracked lol. My question was, would he be mad if I just put the game on the clothes menu when he’s overheating so he doesn’t lose any hearts over it, just watching him do it for a minute or two?

Sometimes I need to wear like one clothing item per outfit so I can use like 3 different abilities. For example, maybe bandana to climb faster, gloom shirt for an extra heartbreak, and snow pants bc it’s freezing? And sometimes I’ll complain that he looks ugly, well, not him, but the outfit, and say that I wish I could make him look cuter but I need these abilities atm. Does he hate the outfits like I do? Does he care more about function? Does he hate that I care so much?

How does he feel not being able to talk? Like literally every other character can talk except him. And he can’t do anything by himself. Everything he does is either a programmed animation or an action by my controller. I bet he has a lot he wants to say but can’t. Does he ever worry that if he were to get out and see me, what if he couldn’t talk to me??

🐰

yeah it's always a lot easier to think about the links you know better for stuff like this ngl, so I don't blame you for sticking to them. plus wild and tears are just fun too right? :3c

so starting from the top -

I think the fairies are a touchy subject for him, if you like the cutscenes then he can set his discomfort about being picked up and kissed somewhat - don't get me wrong he doesn't enjoy it but for your happiness he'll do it as many times as you make him (although, unless he finds a way to override the controls then it's not really like he has a choice in it) he'll make notes about how you like him acting in certain ways though - I mean if you like seeing him as a blushy mess covering his face in the game then you'll like it more when he's doing it in person right? Please don't make him recreate the level four one though.

To be honest, there's nothing that you could do to him that he could ever consider a waste of time. would he prefer you to be actively engaged? sure. Is he bothered if you're still there but just waiting for a bit for the dragon to recharge? Not really, yeah he'd prefer to be doing more, but at the same time it gives him a chance to observe and to get more of a grasp of how the game works while it's on and running compared to when he's robbed of his body and is left a being floating in a desolate void of numbers and machine code. He can relax and still have feeling and eyes on you and your eyes on him every now and then even though it's not as often as he'd like. as for the time? I think once he became aware he stopped running on hyrules time, so it's only ten minutes for him too. Ten minutes that granted feel longer than that cause of the scenery, but still only ten minutes. if it were a situation where he was still in a hyrule then he'd be further detached from anyone else. (my thoughts are if the game is left in standby on the switch then it's all still loaded and the links have free reign but if it's closed and you're playing another switch game then it tosses them into the abyss)

laughing at him for being cute is all good but please don't make fun of him ;-; he's only doing what you make him do after all!

I need to write more whump and hurt/comfort for tears actually, thanks for the reminder Well, he's not getting hurt by it -soooo he's kinda a bit deluded into thinking that it's another show of love for him. You simply love all the sounds that he's making <3 (and I don't blame you, his whimpers are actually just so adorable?????) You care so much that you're not letting him get hurt for your happiness!!!!

I think he takes it as a compliment that you care so much about how his outfits look, he wants to look his best for you too!!! If he could he'd find a way to stack the different bonuses so that you could treat him like a proper dress up doll without having to worry about the environment and how it impacts him :c he doesn't care what outfit he 'wears' cause it's not like he's actually wearing and interacting with it. it's glued to him like a second skin so whether you're keeping him shirtless or putting him in the thickest shirt possible there's no difference to him just don't mod him so that he's no longer himself please

The fact that there's a chance he wouldn't be able to communicate with you is something that he worries about alot, not even just not having a voice. He'd be fine with being mute if he can write or sign to you, hell he could probably delude himself into being fine that he couldn't do that if he could move freely and hold you. what scares him the most is the idea that he'd be like a puppet cut, that if he gets out that without the code acting as his strings he falls limp like a puppet cut loose. that's what's horrifying to him. anything else he could learn to live with, but that potential keeps him from making any rash movements where the cost could outweigh the benefits. I like to think that out of desperation, (this goes for sky in the fic too) they stole another characters voicebank from another game :) one that speaks your native tongue preferably, but at the very least one that shares a language you speak

[cainightfics]

can we get an update? are u doing ok? u had such crazy output last year and now u so suddenly stopped

hey! ya sorry i went so mia its been a busy year. im still working on fic but its slow. from when i last updated trotw to april i was working 3 jobs, taking a full uni courseload, and writing my thesis. the thesis in particular honestly burned me out on writing really badly but i did manage to write that one oneshot

then summer was just shit honestly lol. i spent the entire summer working at a restaurant to save up money bc i had to move away in september, and the shift i had started at 6am, so i was almost never awake during my peak writing hours (11pm to 3am). i lost 30lbs in 2 months partially because i was broke and partially because my eating disorder relapsed (probably from stress lol). during that time i was only eating one meal a day in the form of my free staff lunch at work, but the restaurant where i worked was INFESTED WITH MICE :))))) so half the time i was too disgusted to eat thinking there might be rodent shit mixed into my food lol. and then on my days off i just ate like eggs and rice and zucchini bc thats what i got from the food bank. in august i started really genuinely and consciously restricting my calories down to like 500-800 cals per day, plus working on my feet as a waitress doing like 20k steps a day as a result of the malnutrition and rapid weight loss my hair started falling out in massive clumps :))) and i started sleeping for like 12 hrs a day. im eating properly now ofc tho

i moved in september for grad school and am now living in one of the most expensive cities in the world lol so i spend a lot of time just financially struggling. i have a job that will last until the end of december but its under contract so i only make like $600 a month and have to rely on my $14k school stipend and meagre savings for the rest. ive been looking for another job but i either get no interview, have the interviewer ghost me, or most recently, get told i have the job and then just never get scheduled. i have 7 cents in my checking account rn lol. my rent is paid until next month and then after that who knows whats gonna happen to me

last years output was definitely a fluke and only happened bc i was VERYYYY financially stable and could fuck around a lot at my part time job, where i wrote most of trotw. those sunny days are gone 🚬🚬 lol but i dont intend to abandon my works and i promise they will come someday. if anyone here feels like paying my rent itll come EVEN faster!!!

thx for checking up tho, its nice to know i havent been totally forgotten by u guys <3

[avianurges]

Sorry for asking, but

Are you ever going to post on ao3 again?

ty!

yes and no? i have no intentions of posting fanfics specifically (at least RN i can say that), but id like to post original work if there was an audience interested. there's been a major genre shift in the stories i want to write now lol (Cough. slasher psychological thriller / "Is this supernatural or is it psychological" type of story)

i will say tho that i will not be finishing unfinished fics currently on my ao3 rn, sorry. it's just been too long, i'm not really in any of those fandoms currently so i'd have to like. MAJORLY refresh both the source material And my fics and i dont have the spoons desire or time to do that lol. and i will not be writing fics for BNHA ever again in general (however i think its hilarious izuku lowkey looks like a bootleg regen izuku in canon now lmfao)

however! Until we can figure out what wrong w my joints and health i'm physically unable to make any art lol. i type 8 hrs a night at work and even thats excruciatingly painful, so i kind of Especially don't feel like i can write as a hobby now

as of rn. we think its a combo of arthritis and ehlers danlos. shrug who knows.

and health and stuff aside. i am not the same person as i was when i wrote those fics. not be dramatic but im so serious lmfao. theres such a drastic shift in my mentality and beliefs and thoughts that if i were to continue those stories Now i think i would sincerely ruin them. i think the sudden shift in how i write and tell stories would just pull away from the story and i just plain dont want that, you know? and on top of it i DO NOT remember where the hell i intended for any of my fics to go or where i even left off

ALSO ALSO ALSO i've become like. obsessed with being chronically Offline. which. btw sorry if this ask was sitting for a while i have not logged in since the last time i said smth i think i sincerely do not recall

IF i did post fanfics on ao3. ngl. it'd SO be dunmeshi. Laios <3

anyways hope that answers your question and im sorry it answered like 12 other things you literally Did not ask lmfao okay bye!!!!

[ana-sxangel777]

*My Ana Rules*

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Fear Foods and Safe Foods

(I made a post like this on one of my old accounts and so I’m doing it here too. A lot of these rules are pretty old but I still try and stick to them.)

PSA: this post is not meant to be taken as advice. I’m am not and will not ever be giving advice on “getting an eating disorder.” Eating disorders are dangerous and unhealthy. This account is for adults who are already struggling with an eating disorder/ disordered eating. If you’re under the age of 18 or don’t have an eating disorder pls leave while you still can.

Rating my Ana Rules from 2018

(These are from the absolute peak of my ed. I was 14 when I wrote these and my thoughts on my ed and food have changed a lot. Some of these I still do but a lot of them are kind of stupid tbh.

So I’m gonna be rating them on a scale of 1-10. 10 being top tier and 1 being I can’t believe I actually used to do that. The ones in red are things I still do.)

P.S.

This post is purely me making fun of myself if you have rules similar to these and I happen to make fun of them I’m sorry. I love you ❤️

1). Whenever eating breakfast keep it low cal.

2). Never spend money on food (unless it's low cal and you regain control)

(Ahem.. doordash) 6-10

3). During weekdays burn at least one meal a day (200-300 cals)

(I never exercise anymore.. though I probably should😭) 4/10

4)No coffee when restricting super low (300-500 cals) tea with coffee creamer is fine

(I worked morning shift at a dunkin for a year and a half.. coffee for breakfast was all I knew) 1/10

5). In order to break that binge cycle raise your cal limit to (900-1000 cals)

(This one’s actually smart) 8/10

6). Remember your thoughts manifest in your reality. So think of yourself as though you are already skinny. Every time you reach for that junk food remember that models don't eat junk they're bodies are too perfect to eat that processed crap.

(This one’s fine except for the fact that it’s giving “2014 heroin chic romanticizing my ed tumblr” Don’t love that but hey I’ll give myself props for manifesting and self concept ig? 7/10

7).Get enough sleep 8-10 hrs. Also go to bed earlier (11pm- 11:30pm at the LATEST)

(It’s 10:30pm as I write this.. old habits truly do die hard) 8/10

8). 50 sit-ups every night

(No comment..) 0/10

9). Don't go too long without eating in order too avoid hanger and binges

(Even when restricting you still should feed your body!!) 10/10

10) When shopping don't buy food unless it's low calorie. (This means no: JUNK FOOD,SODA/SWEETENED BEVERAGES, CANDY, SWEETS, CHIPS, ETC.)

(Again.. doordash) 5/10

11). If able to avoid eating before 11:30am

(Kinda impossible when you work but I get it)

12). No snacking (unless needed*feeling faint/dizzy*)

13). Always measure portions. Avoid portions bigger than 1 cup.

(This one’s kind of stupid but at the same time it helped me stop bingeing so🤷‍♀️) 7/10

14) If eating calorically dense foods only eat 1/2 of the regular serving size.

(Not the worst idea I’ve heard but now I would totally just skip eating those types of foods altogether) 6/10

15).Eat a little more if it'll help avoid binges. (100-150 cals

(Probably one of my most logical rules tbh) 9/10

16). When using sugar avoid using more 3.5 tablespoons. If able to use stevia.

(3.5 tbsp of sugar is insane to me..) 2/10

17).Drink water in between every bite. Always remember even though you feel fat you still have to eat something

(I try to chug water after every meal. Stay Hydrated.) 11/10

18). Always keep sugar free hard candies/gum on hand to ward off hunger pains

(This is also good if you tend to get dizzy from fasting even though some might consider it breaking a fast hard candies definitely help) 7/10

19). Don't drink your calories. If offered candy only eat 1 piece. Also if trying to avoid binge hide candy.

(So I agree with the don’t drink your calories part everything else is stupid. Just don’t eat the candy..?) 4/10

20). Drink warm lemon water to ward off hunger.

(Warm lemon water is one of my faves) 12/10

Fear foods~

Again these are from 2018, however I still have mostly the same fear foods and safe foods.

Bread (except for bagels)

Any condiment other than mustard

(Weird.. but yes?)

Grapes

(Love grapes now.. one of my favorite fruits)

Sugary drinks

Sugar in general unless its for coffee /tea

Sodium/ high sodium foods

(Yes and no.. depends on the day😂)

Fried foods

Foods with fat/oil/grease

Foods that have a little serving but high calories

not really specific I have many fear foods as I tend to avoid mostly everything

(I don’t avoid as much now but yeah..)

Safe Foods✨

I don’t have much to say about my safe foods. They’re safe foods what can I say.🤷‍♀️ Except for the fact that I had grapes as both a fear food and a safe food for some reason? Idk what weird fixation I had with grapes but okay ig?

1) Peanut butter

2) Banana

3) Grapes

4) Oranges

5) Cherries

6)Peaches

7) Pretzels

8) Popcorn

9) Lettuce

10)Cucumbers

11)Corn

12)Tomato

13)Rice

14) Chicken

15)Rice Cakes

16) Almond milk

If you made it to the end of this long ass post here’s a butterfly 🦋. Stay safe angels🌸

[from-me-to-you-unsent-letters]

Unsent Email: July 29 (Monday)

Henlooo, Jo 🐳!

It's been over a month since the last time I wrote an email. I've been writing through other means though. Communicating through other ways. Mostly talking to air.

I've been having a hard time trying to pretend na okay lang ako. With the recent flooding and stuff, people just assumed I was tired from it -- buhat, luto, cleanup. Yeah, maybe. Honestly, though, I thought na dahil sa bagyo magiging enough yun para makalimot -- kahit saglit. I thought that maybe it would be a good enough distraction to not think about you as much. God, was I wrong.

Share ko lang, nung bumaha, ako yung taga-buhat. Kargador pa rin until now. Hahaha. I think, for some reason, they assumed na dahil ako pinaka matangkad sa amin kaya ko rin magbuhat ng kung ano-ano. Well, I guess I could. But, under the recent circumstances, I was weaker than I once was I think. Kung last year siguro baka kaya ko pa… I just haven't been eating well. The huge appetite is gone. I haven't been sleeping easily. Basically, my physical health is not at its best -- I'm not well overall.

I asked for a reschedule for most of my interviews from last week. After bumaha, hindi ko na nasagot yung mga phone interviews tsaka scheduled interviews. Nag-sorry na lang ako sa kanila and tried to explain the situation. Mukhang magiging full this week yung interviews so, I guess that's a good thing.

By the way, I applied for work sa PressReader and I'm hoping na makuha ako. I had my final interview last week with their COO na HR talaga background. They are looking for L&D Specialist na individual contributor. I can't say na I'm confident with how I answered his questions nung interview pero I like the company. It's located sa Makati pero hybrid setup sila -- 2 days office, 3 days work from home. Ang office hours lang nila is 7am - 3pm included na lunch break don. Oh, di ba, daming time? The position sounds intimidating though. I'm not sure I am being seriously considered for the position. Sana makuha, pero if not, baka kunin ko na yung next offer I'll get -- whatever that may be.

I'm getting slightly paranoid na wala pa akong work. Mostly because mag-stastart na ako ng master's pero wala akong pang sustento sa sarili ko. I can't and shouldn't rely kay mama when it comes to my expenses. I should have work na.

Enrollment na next week (start ng August 6) and alam naman nila na mag-masters ako, hindi ko pa lang sinasabi sa iba. Nakakakaba, honestly, kasi di ko alam if tama ba ginagawa ko. Hindi ko rin alam if gumagana pa ba utak ko enough para mag-take ng masters. What if sa first day pa lang mag-ask ng questions on stuff na I should know from back in college tapos wala na akong maalala? Tsaka, ang intimidating kaya mag-grad school. Nakakatakot. Well, like everything else I'm doing in life right now, I'm mainly doing it as a distraction. I'm not really doing it for the right reasons.

Heyy, I also wanted to say, I'm sorry about chanchan. Nakita ko yung note ni Maam JM nung nakaraan and I was tempted to send you a message -- make sure you're okay. I know how much chanchan meant. Kahit di mo aminin, feeling ko naman si chanchan mas favorite mo kesa kay nomnom. Alam naman ni chanchan na mahal mo siya, na mamimiss niyo siya. He's one loved pet. I'm sorry it happened a week before your exams. Also, I'm sorry about the exams. You must have worked hard for it. Baka nakadagdag din sa alalahanin mo yung nangyari kay chanchan. I'm sorry both things happened this month. I could only imagine how much it sucks. Maybe I could send you a virtual hug? 🫂 I'm really sorry about those.

Nasa Netflix na yung "When I Met You in Tokyo" -- yung dapat papanuorin natin nung January. I couldn't bring myself to watch it. In fact, I couldn't bring myself to watch anything na may touch of romance. I've been mostly watching crime documentaries as a distraction. Kahit pag-rewatch ng sitcoms hindi ko magawa. Things just remind me of you -- some more than others.

May pinanuod sila tonight. I avoided watching it knowing na may romance sa genre nung movie kaya sinearch ko na lang yung plot. It's called "Wonderland". Through an AI generated environment, may service para sa mga tao na makausap yung mga taong mahal nila kahit na namatay na sila. May isa don na mag-lola na kinakausap yung mom nung bata kasi di alam nung bata na wala na yung mom niya peor yung lola alam. Parang way to preserve the memory ganon. May isa naman na yung boyfriend niya na-comatose and nag-avail siya nung service na kunyari nasa space yung boyfriend niya and hindi pa makauwi. Cool, right? In the end, nagising yung boyfriend, tinerminate ni ate girl yung service niya, and they tried to relearn/get to know each other ulit. Yung sa bata naman, nalaman niya na namatay na mom niya pero di nila tinerminate yung service kasi gusto pa rin nila may nakakausap siya na mom niya. It's a nice thought na you could preserve and keep the conversation going with your loved ones.

I've thought about yung premise nung movie. I would have probably availed one. Parang tanga, no? But, I think I would have wanted one if it meant I could get to talk to you. Yes, meeting you in person is not in the option pero, at the very least, to hear your voice, to see you through a video call, to talk to you, that would be enough. I could still pretend na you;re here. Pwede pa akong magpanggap na andito ka pa, na hindi ka umalis. Maybe I wouldn't miss you as much.

Can I ask, kelan mo pa ako inunfollow? Why? Did I do something? I know na naka-follow pa rin ako sa'yo pero inunfollow mo na ako. I found it out the hard way. I was supposed send you a message sa ig about chanchan. I was also on the lookout if may note kang ipopost or story. There was none. I checked your profile and then that's when I saw na hindi na ako naka-follow. Ang babaw no? I started wondering since when and bakit pero I don't have any answer. I guess I won't know the answer, right? Ang sakit lang. I just thought you never would. I thought you still considered me as a friend. I just thought I meant a little bit enough for you to want me in the loop. But I guess I thought wrong. I guess it was extra hard on me, finding out about it, kasi pinamukha mo lalo sa akin na I'm just a thing of the past. Ganon lang ako kadaling kalimutan. Ganon lang kabilis to cut ties with me. It's so easy for you. I wish I could say na it's easy for me too, but the truth is, I'm writing this all down kasi it's not easy. It's been really hard on me and ako lang yung nahihirapan.

Sige, ako na yung tanga. Ako na yung tanga kasi at the end of the day, ikaw pa rin gusto kong makausap at pagsabihan ng araw ko. When things happen or don't happen, I want to tell you first -- no matter how mundane it might be. Ako na yung tana kais kahit na okay ka na, kahit na masaya ka na, ako yung hindi. Ako yung nahihirapan araw-araw. Everyday is a battle to not reach out, to not call. Hindi mo alam kung gaano kahirap bumangon sa umaga araw-araw. Hindi mo alam how much it hurts. And, yes, a part of me hope you never have to experience this (again), but a part of me wants to make you understand just how much I miss you.

I try to tell myself na maging okay na kasi okay ka lang na wala ako, masaya ka na wala ako. My heart has other plans. Of course I want you to be okay and happy. But, I guess, a part of me wanted to be a part of it. Tangina kaya ng feeling makita mo yung taong gusto mo na masaya kahit wala ka. Sa araw-araw na ginawa ni Lord, araw-araw ko pa rin tinatanong kung anong mali sa akin, kung bakit hindi ako, kung bakit okay ka lang na wala ako. Naiinggit ako sa'yo, Jo, kasi it doesn't seem to bother you na wala ako. Naiinggit ako kasi masaya ka kahit na wala ako. Wala bang option na ganon sa laro ng buhay, na kapag yung taong gusto mo masaya na sa buhay, babalik ka na rin sa dating ikaw na masaya at hindi nasasaktan?

These letters, the tumblr posts, the recordings, yung mga conversations sa hangin or kay Lord, no matter how many times kong ulit-ulitin, it wouldn't change anything, right? Wala namang magbabago kahit malaman mo kung gaano ako nasasaktan, kung gaano kita na-mimiss. Wala namang magbabago kahit na malaman mo lahat ng mga binulong ko sa hangin, mabsa mo man ang maga 'to. Nothing's going to change. Hindi pa rin ako. Hindi pa rin enough. Hindi pa rin madaling mahalin at piliin si Tine. I understand. Nothing's going to change.

It's 1:27am ng July 30, 2024. I've been writing a lot of nonsense you'd never even know.

I miss you, Jo. 🐳 A part of me still wishes you liked me enough to try. A part of me still wishes you'd come back. But, a part of me just wants to cut my heart out, bury it deep or toss it out to sea, and erase the past two years. Fuck, I miss you. 🐳

Always ✨,

Tine 🐳

[miupow]

hi sorry long ask im coming out of the wood work (i logged into tumblr for the first time in weeks lol hi lia !!!!) to deliver a certified puppy anon cannot shut the fuck up ever take so pls take it w a grain of salt if i am wrong and a smooch on ur face.

tee bee aech i really dont think it matters if an audience can tell if a writer has had sex or not - and this comment is more like a general message on ur post + all the mooties who expressed insecurity 😔🫡 i do nawt want this to read as an attack and if i came off as um acktchually 🤓 ☝️ i would kms

like you said porn is about the fantasy of it all and imo whether or not you can deliver a cohesively written story/porn/smut etc is more important than depicting it accurately or with the fear that the sex being portrayed isnt good enough. i think sex is about passion as much it is about logistics and its a combination of the two that achieves good storytelling in porn - idk maybe this is the "idk but this guy Fucks" thing u were talking abt !! 🤔 its why theres so many background workers in like actual professional video-type porn; u need to get the right aesthetic shots, make sure the actors stay ready for hours and hours of filming, and make sure the editing is compelling enough that the audience stays.

as a writer and an audience member if two writers, one virgin and not, both wrote like idk breeding doggy style coming together with dirty talk and aftercare one-shot for the 40th time each the contents would be similar enough that like i do not think i would care if i could tell someones history based on how fast someones cock goes flaccid post nut because i was invested in the rest of the story. That and bc their sexual history is personal to them and its not my place to speculate based on like idk kpop idol porn lol. 😎😔🫡 its v reminiscent of irl fears of being s virgin/ not being a good enough partner at sex bc being good at it is something so intrinsically personal to a lot of people and their worth. so much so that we've made hierarchies out of it!!! 😭 but maybe i dont care about it in the same way others do so its importance is lost to me.

anyways thats my long long long comment and pls feel free to disagree or push back where im wrong i looove talking and thinking 💔. but. hi!! how r u!! i hope work isnt ruff 3: its been like two weeks i was in exam hell and while i am not free i am letting myself back onto tumblr for like approx 24 hrs bc my ults r at coachella and i need 2 see that 🫣

- 🐶 non

hi sweetie pie!! i missed you lots <3 it’s good to see you back!!! i’m working lots but i have the weekend off i’m so excited… i hope you come out of exam hell unscathed

i completely agree with you that it doesn’t really matter whenever or not a writer has sexual experience when writing smut. i didn’t mean anything critical by what i said and i’m really sorry if it came out that way; i just find it so interesting how so many nsfw writers are virgins lol i wonder if there’s a reason for that

[melody-ofstars]

★ Fandom:- My hero Academia

★ Pairings:- Pairing 1- Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader; Pairing 2- Kirishima Eijirou x fem!reader; Pairing 3- Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader; Pairing 4- Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

★ Genre:- Angst, Fluff

★ Prompt:- “I never stopped loving you."

★ Scenario:- Post-breakup meet

★ A/n:- Hey loves, this is the last pairing for the prompt, ‘I never stopped loving you’ hope you liked them all. And uh, I wrote this in two hrs, so I don't know how you guys will like it or if you will like it at all. Thanks for supporting my other pairings, it meant a lot to me!! Please continue to support me like this and I will promise to deliver quality content to you and if you have any requests, you can send them. I will be posting lots of stuff, so make sure to follow me only if you want to. And uh, if you like this, please like it or if you want, you can reblog it too!! Anyway, I will leave you to it now, enjoy!!

Pairing 4

Being a pro-hero meant attending big parties, it meant spending time with the people belonging to the high-society in order to gain investors and that was exactly what Pro Hero Shoto wanted to accomplish today.

He could easily take money from his father, but he would never do that. Even if it meant being stuck between unbearable rich people who only cared about themselves.

He would have left way earlier if he hadn't spotted a familiar face amongst the crowd,

Yaoyarozu, thats who he found.

He mentally sighed, making his way towards her.

"Oh good evening! Todoroki-kun! I did not expect to see you here." She said, smiling.

"Yeah, me neither." He replied,

She just nodded, not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"So, how are you doing? We haven't seen each other in quite a while." She asked,

"I am doing good, thank you for asking. How are you?"

"I am doing good too," she replied, peeking over his shoulder, trying to find someone.

He noticed and turned around too, not seeing anyone that he knew.

"Are you looking for someone?" He asked,

"Oh yeah, I am sorry this mught seem so rude."

"Oh, not at all but may I ask who is it?" He asked,

"Oh it's just Y/n, she told me she has to greet someone..." She replied, looking around again.

Shoto's heart quickened at the mention of your name,

She is here too... He thought, looking around trying to find you, it felt like he hadn't seen you in ages when in reality it has only been a few months.

He remembered the last time he met you painfully well.

It wasn't something he was proud of, he said things that he didn't mean, he was scared that you didn't love him anymore and left you.

He was angered by himself for being so insecure that he destroyed one of the few beautiful things in his life.

You were always there for him, ready to tell him that he is perfect the way he is but it was his fault for not believing you and thinking that you would rather be with any other person except for his pathetic self.

"Todoroki-kun, are you alright?" Yao-momo asked him in a concerned voice.

"Huh? Yeah, Yeah I am. Thanks for asking..."

"Oh don't ment— Oh!! There she is!" She said with an excited cheer.

He slowly turned around and saw you standing over in the corner, with a few people talking to them and radiating charisma as you always did.

Shoto looked at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life, probably because you were...

He felt a pang in his heart as he watched you laughing with the guy unaware of the fact that he was obviously fliriting with you.

Shoto felt angry, he could see that those guys just wanted nothing more than to sleep with you,

Then when one of the guys gently touched your shoulders, he noticed the uncomfortable glance you casted on the hand, too polite to tell them off.

That was it. That was the last straw. Even though Shoto wasn't very vocal with his emotions and rarely showed them, he wasn't able to control his anger right now.

Yeah you two broke up, but he just couldn't see any other guy touching you much less make you feel uncomfortable.

He stormed up to you, but you couldn't see him as your back was to him.

When he reached you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

----

You stood there, talking to a group of people, laughing at what they said to be polite, all you wanted to do was walk away from this torture.

While talking, one of the guys put his hand on your shoulder.

You cringed, looking at the hand but paid it no mind evwn though it made you extremely comfortable.

A strong minty scent, mixed with the woodsy scent of cedarwood hitting you, making you calm, it was a very familiar scent... The scent of—

You felt a warm arm wrap around you waist, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned around to find your ex, Shoto standing there, glaring at the guys around you.

You were staring at him, his left hand puling you closer, you could see his turquoise eye from this angle and that made you shudder.

"Hey babe, ready to go?" He asked, turning to look at you.l and giving your cheek a kiss.

Your breath hitched as his lips made contact with your cheek, a volcano of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Your gaze met his heterochromatic one that held so many emotions that you couldn't decipher,

Babe... You haven't heard that word since your break up and boy did it sound good from his mouth.

What it also did was unleash all the emotions that you had kept locked deep inside your heart.

There was nothing you could do right now, except for going along with his plan.

"Yes, I was wondering where you were." You replied, giving him a sweet smile.

You both looked at each other, for what felt like eternity before he cleared his throat and looked back at the guys.

"Gentlemen, if you may?" He asked them, in the most well-mannered way as he could, when all he wanted to do was freeze them or burn them.

They all nodded and you both bid your goodbyes before Shoto led you away.

You both reached outside, and he reluctantly removed his arm,

You were dissaponted at the sudden lack of heat but you did not show it.

"Thanks for helping me in there. I appreciate it." You said, cutting the awkward tension that was settled in the air by giving him a smile.

"Don't mention it." He said,

He wanted to say more, he wanted to tell you that he wanted you back, no matter what. He wanted to tell you that he made a mistake.

"I... Uh... I should be heading back inside... Momo must be worried about me..." You said, dissapointing yourself.

You didn't want to go back inside, you wanted to stay near him, with him.

"Yeah, she was looking for you..." He told you,

You nodded at him, turning around to leave,

"Well, then, I should get going. Thanks again" You said, and started walking away.

You were hoping that he stops you or that you stop by yourself. You wanted to stop, to tell him that you still love him, to tell him that he doesn't need to be insecure, that he will always be the one for you but you didn't stop walking.

On the other hand Shoto was in the same predicament, he wanted to stop you, he wanted to apologise for being so insecure, he wanted to be with you, he knew that you were the only one for him, the person who understood him, his haven. The person he could turn to whenever he wanted.

The person he felt safe around, the person that made him feel at ease... You were that person to him and right now he was watching you leave, yet once again, but this time he was going to make a difference, he was going to stop you.

It was now or never...

"Y/n, wait." He called after you.

You immediately came to halt, breathing a sigh of relief, he stopped you, he did.

You turned around to see him standing there, a determined look on his face.

You watched him close the distance between the two of you in a few long strides.

You watched him as he cupped your face, looking at you with the utmost sincerity.

His hot breath fanned your face, making goosebumps rise on your body.

"Stay..." He mumbled, his thumb tracing your lips as he looked at them, his thumb lingering on your bottom lip.

"I don't want to loose you... Not again..." He whispered, looking back uo at your eyes.

You held his hand that cupped your cheek, smiling gently at him,

"You never lost me Sho... I love you too much for that..." You told him,

His breath hitched as soon as you said that and blushed at the fact that you had this effect on him...

"Really? You still love me?" He asked you, not believeing it,

Your heart ached at his question, you wanted to protect him, to make up for the love he did not get while growing up. He was so love-deprived that it made you want to shower him with love at every moment, with every breath.

"Of course I do, How could I not? In fact, I never stopped..." You told him,

"I can never stop loving my heterochromatic icyhot..." You said, giving him a small smile.

He blushed, and looked down, before looking back up at you

"I can never stop loving you too..." He said,

Now it was your turn to get flustered, you were sure that you were a blushing mess, it took all your self-control to not melt right there...

"Good to know..." Your smiled at him, looking at him through your eyelashes and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I... Really want to kiss you right now..." He mumbled, looking back and forth between your lips and eyes.

"Who's stopping you?" You asked, smirking at him.

Thats all it took, for him to smash his lips against yours, kissing you passionately,

The sheer passion of the kiss, made you weak in your knees.

You missed this feeling, this feeling of love that consumed you, that occupied your mind throughout,

You felt his arms wrap around your face, while you wrapped yours around his neck, tangling them in his hair.

Todoroki Shoto was never one to love openly, but when he did, he did it with such a passion that consumes him. A fire that burns him from within was how he loved and you were all there for it, to burn with him, to be consumed by that passion. That is all you wanted.

[falllingthroughspace]

Nevermind me I just want to complain a little

In December 2021 I decided to try to change my career and signed up for courses in QA, they lasted 2 months and all looked great. In February I quit my job since I was invited to intern for a huge IT company. The internship usually lasts for 3-4 months, it is unpaid, but afterwards you are all but guaranteed to be employed. I was cautiously optimistic, I had my savings to last me 4 months or so and was really happy about the opportunity.

Then the war happened. At my old job, the European company severed all ties with us within a week. The huge IT company suspended all hire in my country which meant that after internship they couldn't place me. My partner and I moved to Georgia for a couple of months because we were afraid that the border would close and all hell would break loose. But I was still doing my internship as it was good experience for me and I still had hope.

In August we returned home for a couple of reasons - one of them was that I wanted to try to get employed and start earning money. You see, before all that, my country was a huge hub for IT companies and IT probably was the only sector where you could earn good money, not just 500$ to barely get by (with rent costing 300$). But now almost all those companies left, all specialists left, and even if somebody was hiring, they wanted people with skills and commercial (not internship) experience. No one wants junior specialists, but only juniors remain in the country (because all other specialists have money to move/they are valuable enough to be relocated by the company). It was said, it would take 3-6 months to find a job in this climate and you shouldn't bother. But I had hope, because unlike most juniors, I had some experience - I did intern in a big famous IT company.

Three months later....I am so tired. When there is a vacancy, within a couple of hours 100-200 CVs are being sent, and most of the time, your resume is ignored. If it's not ignored, you are given a test task, and you spend days doing it - half of the time you don't even receive any feedback on it. I got interviewed a couple of times - I think they went well, but still I got no offer. Last time, I thought the interview went splendidly - I answered most of the questions, the HR afterwards said I was great and promised that I would get some feedback by Friday. Nothing came. On Tuesday, I wrote to them myself and was asked to give them some time till the end of the week - they really liked me, but had some other people to interview. I never heard from them again. I've spent a month in communication with this company to just be ignored.

I am tired, I am unemployed and I feel terrible. Thank god for my partner who can support me without issues - he understands the situation since he is working in the same sector and knows all the problems. I want to work but I don't want to give up - I've spent so long studying and learning new stuff to be able to work and I don't want it to go to waste. But I don't want to be leeching off my partner doing nothing all day, except monitoring vacancies and doing test tasks. I just want this to end...

Sorry for this long rant, I just wanted to document this somewhere.

[cometcrystal]

Results Of Meeting

i told HT (h*ead t*eller, the aforementioned problem) that i respect her job position but i respect people based on how they treat me + the respect they give to me, and she hasn’t been respectful of me at all

she was like “i respect you” and i was thinking thats a damn lie but okay

she said she tries to joke around and cut up with me, i guess to try and make friends with me, but i never respond. and i said “i dont really feel inclined to joke around with people that i’m not friendly with, and i don’t feel like we’re friendly” and she said “i agree.”

when i brought up an example of her behavior to prove my point, she was like “i apologized for that already i thought we were past this”. this is why i didn’t like talking to her before. because she either gets defensive, or says she doesn’t remember doing it.

MN (m*anager) was telling us we’re basically the best two people she’s got, two of the best in the entire regional market, and she was like “you HAVE to get along you HAVE to work your personal stuff out otherwise one of you is gonna end up going to another branch and please don’t make me get someone from (nearby branch)” LMAO

the gist of it was she feels like i don’t respect her authority over the teller line (which i don’t) and that i feel disrespected by her (i am) because we’re both very strong-willed people

after the meeting MN called me into her office

she said she’s got my back

while we were in the meeting, she had to act as mediator so it’s impartial, but she said that i’m in the right and i haven’t done anything wrong

i didn’t tell her some of the things HT did beforehand because i knew the whole situation got on MN’s nerves and i didn’t want it to seem like i was just trying to stir up drama so i just vented about it elsewhere

she was under the impression that me and HT were reconciled and that things were fine. she didn’t know how bad it had gotten until it blew up yesterday and she said she was sorry if she made it seem like i couldn’t come to her about stuff. i was like we’re good dw.

MN told me to write a statement of my perspective of things, and i wrote her up a 3 page document of general things HT does to me and also specific instances (with dates! posting in my work tag on tumblr dot com has its upsides!) and shes sharing the doc with HER m*anager who will probably share it with HR

so it went as well as it could have gone. maybe things will change. maybe not. we’ll see. im okay just knowing MN is a really good b*oss

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly! I’m not sure if my last (kind of long) message went through because of my shitty internet, but here’s a quick summary of what I said because I’m too lazy to retype it like I had before! Sooo, I said that I totally understand needing an outlet while working all day with people, especially healthcare. I look up to you because I hope one day to find something I can create that helps me and others enjoy too! I’m so glad that writing this universe is a hobby and not a burden!! I’ll be here to provide prompts until you tell me to leave 😂

I also said that I looooooved the drabble you wrote about what happened right after Enchanted, and it got me thinking about Sophie and Anthony and their interactions. Then I started thinking about other rare duos that we don’t see a lot and I was wondering if you had any headcanons for some, specifically a sibling + a spouse. Sophie and Anthony, Benedict and Lucy, Daphne and Kate, Penelope and Gregory (I had a random thought of Greg coming up with an idea for a fantasy novel and going to Pen and saying “I have this idea, but I don’t have the writing skills. Will you help me write it?” And Colin is just like “ummm I’m your brother. Why not pick me?” And Penelope and Gregory start having weekly book meetings, and eventually get a book published, and even though Colin acts annoyed, he loves that his wife and brother are close and wrote a book together. Random thought I had haha)

If you got the first message, I’m very sorry for the duplicate and go ahead and delete one of these haha

Abby! No! I didn’t get your other message!  Working with other human beings is an exhausting experience I think we can agree! Especially in healthcare where you tend to have to take on the problems of other people and that... takes its toll. People crying on your shoulder becomes very emotionally draining, for me at least: And when you’ve had to have a parent hold down their child who has screamed and cried and bitten you so you can take a tooth out that’s going to kill them if you don’t? Yeah It’s rough man  😂. Anyway! You shouldn’t look up to me, I have a genuine problem with redbull and I think it’s a breakfast drink and whenever I have a problem, I just get a new tattoo, which I’m gonna do again soon (🌷🌷) When I say it’s a problem, I mean: Like If I have one I have to have 3, thems the rules and I don’t make them. 

I love This idea of like odd bod Bridgerton pairings. And I LOVE the idea of Gregory and Penelope writing a novel together. Love and adore so I am gonna just leave it untouched! But! Here are some more Bridgerton rare pairs! 

Sophie knew it wasn’t fair to be nervous around Benedict’s family. They hadn’t been anything but kind to her, but still she couldn’t help but feel a little skittish around them. Especially his older brother Anthony. Anthony was an imposing man, even more so than his wife, who was so warm and friendly but so confidant and magnetic that people seemed to be drawn in by her energy. Anthony was in general, a stoic silent person, standing by his wife who was always laughing loudly, with the softest look on his face. But that kind of stoic silence made Sophie nervous. Because it was almost impossible to tell what was happening inside his mind. The last place she expected to find herself was in Anthony Bridgerton’s kitchen, the man right beside her, cooking in companionable silence, the sound of their partners floating back to them. You... like to cook? Sophie said quietly, questioning him lightly, watching carefully for his reaction. Anthony smiled softly, still hyper focused on his task chopping evenly I Do. I know Ben is useless in the Kitchen, much to our Mother’s heartbreak but I like it in here. Everything makes sense, there’s an order to do things in, I find it... calming He said shrugging and Sophie smiled, understanding just a little more about this man. I get that. I got into cooking because it felt nice to create something out of all the chaos so I get that. Anthony laughed Well, you’ve met my wife so I’m sure you know how much chaos is in my life.  Sophie laughed, her heart warming at the soft look in his eye anyway. And then, with a cheeky smirk on his face Anthony Bridgerton, the stern, stoic man said Plus I think we can agree earns you huge points in the bedroom no?  And Sophie couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from her chest You’re definitely not wrong Anthony. And next time she went to his house she was barely surprised when Anthony grinned at her and said Get in the Kitchen Sophie, we’re making Risotto! 

Lucy Abernathy had been very nervous when her new boyfriend Gregory had tugged hr by the hand into his Mother’s house and yelled out Hyacinth Bridgerton! Get your arse down here! Lucy loved how much Greg loved all of his siblings, and she had heard the way Gregory talked about his littlest sister. She’s like my favourite person, Luce! He said with his eyes shining brightly and Lucy’s breath had caught as he’d said Don’t be nervous, she’s gonna love you. But from the very first moment Hyacinth locked eyes with Lucy it was evident that she did not, love Lucy. Hyacinth raised her eyebrow as she took Lucy in Hy, this is Lucy who I’ve told you so much about! Lucy’s heart thumping a little wildly at the thought of Greg telling his little sister about her. Hyacinth clicked her tongue I assumed, given the way you were wrapped around her like an octopus. Lucy shifted uncomfortably. Gregory scoffed, I’m going to get some snacks and then we’re gonna play Playstation he said ruffling his sister’s hair. Hyacinth narrowed her eyes at Lucy as she kissed Gregory’s cheek before he left. You’re different than I thought you’d be. Hyacinth said lightly, I looked at your instagram I hope I’m wrong about what a princess you are. And Lucy had stared open mouthed after the young girl, sitting quietly all afternoon as Hyacinth quietly sniped at her, indignation and frustration rising in her chest until she snapped Hyacinth if you want to hate me that’s fine, but I love your brother and I’m not going anywhere! Lucy hissed at the girl when they were alone in the kitchen immediately feeling guilty that she’d let the stress get to her and then Hyacinth laughed brightly Ooooo She’s got some claws. Maybe I am wrong about you. And as odd as it was Lucy couldn’t help but feel she’d won this girl’s respect when Hyacinth begrudgingly slid a bowl of crisps in her direction.    

[vapid-slut]

Perfect Harmony; Ch.1

Warning[s]: Swearing, Michael being a dirty bitch

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Entering her senior year as a cheerio, the reader is excited to combine both her love of music and her newfound popularity. To Michael, however, this is the perfect opportunity to fuck with his innocent neighbor

A/N: Can we say, I hate this, because I really do. I have no idea what has compelled me to post this dumpster, just know that if you read this, no u didn’t <3 + I did not proofread this so if theres any typos I’m so sorry, I’m running on 4 hrs of sleep and 5 cups of coffee

Music was your life. Your parents often joked that you were singing before you uttered your first word. Unfortunately, there were no music clubs during your past two years of high school. It was only last year that you and the glee club won nationals, hence why you were able to keep funding. School administration was never really fond of the arts, but they would bend over backward to give the sports clubs whatever they needed.

Your biggest dream was to get a scholarship, preferably for music, since you excelled at it. All your life, you watched your father slave away to keep you happy. You just wanted to repay his kindness. Abruptly, your dream, which entailed you winning a grammy, was disrupted by the ringing of your alarm clock. Your arm stretched over to your nightstand, turning the device off, bringing the sound to a halt.

Slowly, you removed the sheets off your body, standing up for a brief stretch before walking to your bathroom. You went about your morning routine much quicker than you typically would. Mostly due to your excitement, this year would be the first that you spent closer to the top of the social food chain. Over the summer, your dad became fast friends with Coach Sylvester. She had come over a few times. And although their relationship was strictly platonic, they both had grown fond of each other. A week before school, she offered you a spot on the cheerios, one you couldn't turn down. Cheerleaders were at the very top of the pyramid. Girls wanted to be them while boys wanted to be with them.

Once you had finished doing the bare necessities your morning required, you hastily made your way to your closet, immediately reaching for one of the three cheerleading uniforms hanging on the rack. You stripped out of your pajamas before slipping into the skimpy skirt, unaware that you had an admirer. Michael had moved next door a few months into your freshman year, was a rather charming boy. He quickly became a hot commodity, no doubt due to how impeccably handsome he was. You were never too fond of him, but even you had to admit that he was a divine sight.

It never truly bothered you that the window into your room was straight across from the one piercing into his. But if you could see the look of satisfaction on his face as he watched you undress, you'd feel very unnerved. The boy had always felt attracted to you. He saw you as a challenge. You were one of the few students in your grade who was still a virgin. Not due to your looks, you frankly didn't have the time to go to parties or hook up with people. Your focus was on your education. And if getting into a great school meant sacrificing your social life, you were content with that.

Once you had finished getting your uniform on and slicking your hair into a neat updo, you gathered your things into your bag and hurried downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' kiddo!" Your dad said, greeting you with a smile. You muttered a cheerful 'hey' in response, walking towards one of the cabinets full of cereal boxes. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. My car had to get fixed up last night so, I'll have to take yours today." You shrugged as a reply, not caring. "So am I taking the bus today?" Your father shook his head, reaching for a spoon at the same time. "No. That nice boy next door offered to give you a ride today. Isn't that sweet?"

Fuck- you thought to yourself, of course, the universe found some way to screw up your day. You took a long sigh before shifting your eyes to the clock on the wall. "Shit! I'm sorry, dad. I'd love to eat breakfast, but the Glee meeting starts in 20 minutes." Your dad shrugged, not too bothered. "It's fine, go have fun and tell Michael I said hello." You nodded to your old man, and with that, you were up and out the door.

As soon as you stepped foot outside, there he was. Hair perfectly curled, toothpick dangling from his soft lips. You sighed, walking towards the blonde, waiting for him to get out of the way. "Wow, you become a cheerleader, and now you think you're hot shit?" He spat, you gave him a death glare before pushing him lightly to get inside the car. He followed suit, taking his place in the driver's seat. "As much as I find you annoying, your ass does look great in that skirt." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the boy as he started driving. "Listen up, Pillsbury fuckboy. Though this might seem hard to understand, I don't like you. And I'd rather not spend my senior year arguing with someone as unbearable as you, so can you please leave me alone?!"

The blonde chuckled at your response. Your mouth said one thing while your thoughts said another. "Your wish is my command." He mumbled sarcastically before reaching to turn up the music on the radio to an obscene volume. The rest of the car ride was entirely uneventful, neither of you uttering a word to each other. Ultimately, you had reached the school parking lot. Not many cars were there since it was early, and only a few clubs were meeting today. Before Michael could do anything, you swiftly got out the car, making sure to slam it loudly. "Don't fucking slam the door!" He said, his voice reaching you even though you were still walking, in response you promptly flipped him off. "Fucking bitch." He uttered lowly as you slowly left his field of view.

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"Welcome back, New Directions!" Glee's coach, Mr.Shue, said as you embraced your friends. "As you know, this will be our last year together, and a few of our beloved friends have left for college already. Which means we'll be having auditions for some newcomers." As he spoke, he walked over to the whiteboard, grabbing his trusted magic marker. "But there's a twist." You and everyone else in the room watched as he wrote out the words American Idol. "This time, you'll be judging with me."

You would typically be seated next to Tina and Mercedes, but they were both absent for the meeting. Instead, you sat with Santana on your left and Quinn to your right. You had to admit that it felt nice. Usually, you wouldn't ponder on things so benign. But you had spent most of high school getting teased by Michael and the rest of his sought after friends. Not a day went by that slushies weren't thrown in your face, now you could finally walk the halls without fear of humiliation. 

Besides that, you were also really ecstatic to help Mr. Shue with auditions. Glee club was what had brought a group of entirely different people together. So you'd be more than glad to share that with a new ensemble of students before you all went your final ways.

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The rest of your day went by quicker than usual. There wasn't much to learn on the first day. Once the clock hit 3:30, You rushed to the auditorium as if your life depended on it. You had to admit that you missed the stage, singing, and dancing with your friends. You made your way the middle of the seating area, taking your place beside Artie.

A majority of the auditions were lackluster. Only a handful stood out. Like that girl Marley and that kid Jake. You were just about ready to leave and go home until something caught your attention. "Michael Langdon?" Your eyes lit up immediately as you heard the name. You watched as the blue-eyed boy made his way to the stage, smug look on his face.

There was no way in hell Michael fucking Langdon, the same boy who referred to glee as "homo explosion," would ever willingly audition. His rendition of "Suit and Tie" was incredible, which only pissed you off more. Not only was he insanely attractive, but he just had to be talented too, fucking men.

You watched as your fellow glee members watched in amusement. It was the girls who seemed most excited.  Eventually, it all became too much, and before the boy could finish entertaining your friends, you stormed off into the parking lot. Far too upset with the blonde to drive home with him, you sent your friend Mike a text asking if he could get you. He lived pretty close to the school, so you knew it would only take a few minutes.

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By the time Mike had pulled up to the building, the other glee kids were exiting. You quickly reached for the door of his car, rushing to get to the passenger seat. "You alright?" He asked, worried by how fidgety you were. You nodded. "Yea, I just wanna go home." Mike was always very comforting. The two of you became friends during your freshman year, mostly because of how many classes you shared. You both had a love for music and were smart, so it wasn't long before you two clicked.

Within a few minutes, you had arrived at your house, Mike flashing you a smile. "Thank you for coming to get me. It means a lot." The dark-haired boy shrugged. "It's no biggie, see you tomorrow, cheerio." You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Whatever, jock-face." And with that, you entered your home.

The house was currently empty. He was taking the night shift at the hospital so, he probably wouldn't come back till late at night. You walked up the stairs to your room, dropping your bag on the floor. After everything that had gone down today, you were exhausted. You quickly took off the scanty cheer uniform and slipped on your much softer penguin pajamas.

You practically threw yourself on the bed, hoping to get some rest, but were promptly distracted by a notification on your phone. The text, from an unknown number nonetheless, read 'look outside your window.' You quickly sat up, confused, and turned your head only for your eyes to be met by Michael Langdon, who just happened to be balls deep inside some random brunette. 

You gave the boy a disgusted look before pulling down your blinds. Never in your life had you been more repulsed. Your mind tried long and hard to block out any memory of what you just witnessed. After around forty-five minutes, you received another text message from non-other than Michael.

'It's a shame you missed my performance."

'Go fuck yourself, Langdon.'

'If you say so ;)'

The rest of the night, you wondered what you had done to be the new subject of Mr. Pillsbury Fuckboys torment. You had spent most of your high school years avoiding him at cost. Suddenly it seemed like you weren't getting rid of him anytime soon. You were just lucky you only had to endure this for a few more months, and then you'd be on your way.

Or so you thought.

[joheun-saram]

To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 03

Chapter 3 - Coincidences

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Summary- Do their dates ever go according to plan? Well, who knew watching George Clooney was such an aphrodisiac. 

word count- 6.2k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances (don’t worry, it’s not namjoon and it’s not overly discussed), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, dry humping, sex

a.n- okay so I wrote my first smut scene. AAAAH. I’m sorry if it’s not the best - I tried and realized I don’t know how to get into a guys headspace during sex lmfao 🙃  Namjoon is also a high-key cheeseball and God of Destruction strikes. I’m sorry but I had to - his face when he breaks things makes me simultaneously laugh and uwu.

Also, in case you missed it I have a lot of feelings about Batman having a credit card. Batman and Robin is an absurd movie but I still love it.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach​, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut​, @rjsmochii​, @jinjccns​

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You were greeted by Siwon and a coffee as you walked to the elevator of your office building yawning furiously, uncharacteristically dressed in a navy pantsuit with a white turtleneck in anticipation of your big meeting today. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were meeting one of the big tech companies’ senior VP and your deal hinged on his approval. You were not looking forward to it - he was a certified creep. 

“Alright so your meetings in about four hours, we can finish the proposal in about two and then we can prep for the next two.” Siwon was in full assistant mode, rattling off details to add to the proposal that unbeknownst to him you had already finished last night.

“Proposal’s done so let’s skip to the prep,” you say as you step out of the elevator to your floor.

“Did you stay late? Yah Y/N! You know you can’t overwork like that! Also, this building is so creepy at night. Don’t tell me you stayed here alone.” He scolded you, effortlessly switching from employee to friend. You loved that he cared so much about you.

“I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel better - I wasn’t alone.” As you make your way to your desk you notice the kitchen filled with pink pastry boxes. “What’s all that?” you questioned as you forego your desk making a beeline for the kitchen, having skipped breakfast that morning for a much needed hour of sleep.

“What do you mean you weren’t alone?” Siwon was looking at you suspiciously with his eyebrow quirked. When you reached the boxes you noticed that they were filled with all sorts of breakfast goodies, from croissants to danishes to doughnuts. Your mouth watered as you grabbed a buttery croissant, anticipating the taste before it even made it on your plate.

“Y/N! Someone sent them over this morning with this note.” Timothy, your head of curriculum, handed you a pink envelope that matched the boxes. Placing your breakfast on the table you opened the note, hoping it wasn’t a client because that meant you would have to send something to them and would get caught in one of those one-upping gifting circlejerks. Arguably the worst part of corporate life.

Good luck on your meeting today. I’m rooting for you!

-N

PS: this is also your reminder to drink water - stay hydrated! ;)

Your mouth flew open as you reread the note, a grin slowly spreading on your face. As Siwon read over your shoulder, he gasped loudly. Luckily no one else was within earshot or else they would notice you not so gently elbow your assistant and call HR.

“Oh my god… Is this from who I think it’s from?” He sputtered, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he the one keeping you company last night?”

“What? NO!” You giggled nervously as he playfully smacked your arm. “Maybe…” you whispered, shrugging, giving in to his charms.

“Is this why you are wearing a turtleneck? Did he rock your world? Did he bangtan that sonyeondan?” 

“Shut up please!” You hissed at Siwon. You really wished you had a closed office now as you walked to your desk and grabbed your laptop, going into one of the meeting rooms that hopefully no one else booked that morning.

“So spill.” Siwon said as he settled into the chair next to you on the long stained oak table.

“There’s nothing to spill. We worked together and had pizza. And before you ask, no we did not have sex. It was our first date!” You huffed as you started your laptop.

“What did you do to him?” He asked in awe.

“Excuse me?” You were getting irritated now. To insinuate that you did something to him was pretty callous of Siwon. It reminded you of the times in university when your best friend dropped you because her crush told her that he liked you instead of her. You had no intentions of liking that guy, he was honestly not your type, too lazy and self-entitled to ever catch your attention, but she did not hesitate in cutting all ties and insisting you moved out of your shared apartment. According to her, you seduced him with your looks and personality. Pfft. As if life were so easy that you could manipulate whoever you liked into liking you back. However, Siwon was unaware of this incident so you decided to calm your annoyance a little.

“Sorry. I mean he’s sending the whole office breakfast after a first date. He must really like you.” He caught on to your tone and corrected himself. He was good at catching your tonal nuances by now, and you were grateful.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get annoyed.” You sighed, smiling forcefully, as you pulled up the proposal you worked on earlier that morning. “I really like him too.” You admitted. It kind of felt nice to share that with someone. Usually you would pick up your phone the moment you felt a date go right and tell Jiyoung right away, but knowing what a huge fan she was you wanted to feel out the situation more before she got too excited.

While relaying the events of last night to a very excited Siwon, you texted Namjoon.

Y/N: Wow. Breakfast for the whole office? Big moves.

Namjoon: Well I am trying to woo the CEO. Gotta bring in the big guns!

Y/N: And you think you can woo me with baked goods?

Namjoon: That depends…

Namjoon: Is it working?

Y/N: Yes. Yes it is...

Y/N: Thank you btw. This was really sweet!

Namjoon: Then everything is going according to plan :)

Y/N: I’m excited for tonight

Namjoon: Me too! I miss you!

Y/N: Joon you saw me like eight hours ago!

Namjoon: Eight hours too long!

Y/N: Omg! Stop! You’re so cheesy...

Namjoon: Never!

You walked into the conference room with Harry and Siwon twenty minutes before noon and the three of you started setting up, nerves on high alert. You wrung your hands as you rearranged the printouts on the table for the sixth time, before Harry pulled you into a hug.

“You got this bub! We’re gonna kill it and then celebrate and blow all the money from this deal.” You laughed as your nerves melted. This was the reason he was your best friend and partner in crime. You got out of the embrace, infinitely more calm as you settled in your seat at the end of the table. 

Soon, your client, Mr Li, arrived with two other people from his team. The presentation went smoothly if you were to ignore the fact that every time you glanced at Li his eyes seemed to be fixated on your chest. His team, however, was much less sleazy. After you finished presenting, you and Harry spent about an hour answering their questions and concerns before negotiating another lucrative contract for your company. With this deal done, you will be able to meet your company’s quarterly goals. 

As soon as the meeting ended, Li’s team, now joined by their legal team, that arrived a few minutes before the end, was escorted to your legal floor to sort out the details of the contract.

“So this is a cause for celebration!” Li booms loudly as he shakes Harry’s hand, before pulling you into an unwanted hug. The hug was extremely tight as you felt your chest being squished by his, knocking the air out of you. You awkwardly try to escape, confused by his less than professional behaviour, eyes widened and staring at Harry. “We should all get some drinks in a few weeks to truly seal the deal.”

“Yes, we will definitely set up something with our assistants. I’m not sure if Y/N will be able to join because of her hectic schedule, but I will definitely be there.” Harry swiftly stepped in to shake Li’s hand one more time, subtly but clearly giving you an out. You were immensely relieved till you heard Li’s next words.

“It’s no party without the CEO. I bet she’s a real firecracker with a few drinks in her!” He laughed full-bellied, elbowing an uncomfortably stunned Harry as you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Of course. We’ll set something up soon, Mr Li. Now if you excuse me I have another meeting to attend. We’re very excited to work with you!” You forced a fake smile as you exited the cringe-inducing situation. You grabbed some water when you reached your desk, drinking it to get the nasty taste of the situation out of your head. Sometimes you truly hated having to plaster a smile to appease clients, but unfortunately it was part of the job.

Your mood lightened significantly as your phone buzzed, instantly forgetting about the creepy old man. You picked up to hear Namjoon’s baritone voice greeting you as you ducked into a small meeting room, locking the door and settling on the comfy couch at the end.

“How did it go?” He seemed a bit out of breath.

“Nailed it! Although the guy was a certified creep.”

“Oh I’m sorry for that. What happened?” Genuine concern laced his tone.

“He just didn’t have any concerns for personal space” you sighed but your heart warmed at his worry for you. “Why are you out of breath?”

“That sucks! I just got done with dance practice.” He quickly picked up on your hesitance to go into further detail. “I haven’t danced this intensely in a while!”

“Oh! I would love to see you dance!” You giggled.

“Trust me I’m not good. It is not worth it.”

“I don’t believe you. I guess I’ll have to see it to judge for myself.”

“Hmm… maybe. Fair warning, there are literal twitter pages dedicated to my terrible moves.”

“Well then those people are assholes. I bet they’re jealous because you are an amazing dancer.” 

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Namjoon hung up the call and stared at the call log on his phone, displaying that he had been on the phone with you for over thirty five minutes. It felt like it had been barely two. He didn’t know why talking to you improved his mood this much, but just hearing your voice was enough to make him forget the stress from messing up the choreography almost every run though this morning, and especially Hoseok’s disappointing face as he tried and failed to correct his moves.

Getting back to the big mirrored room, he decided to go through the steps again alone to really nail down the routine, his head full of your plans later this evening. Initially, he had planned a romantic dinner to a high end restaurant in Gangnam but after his manager’s email this morning that he might be being followed, you both had decided on a quiet evening at your apartment. You had insisted it would be safer this way since the suspected stalker would not know where he was going, but he still felt a little uncomfortable about possibly putting your home in danger. He remembered when Yoongi had a stalker three years ago and they all had to pretty much be holed together in the dorms to ensure their safety. Luckily, they were smarter now with a much larger budget for security so these incidents barely encroached on their everyday activities. Still, this was the first time he was seeing someone while dealing with this and that made him wary.

After practicing for another couple of hours, Namjoon headed back home before getting ready for the evening. The closer the clock ticked towards 7, the more nervous he seemed to get. He had butterflies in his stomach as he styled his hair for the fifth time. Giving up, he grabbed the small bouquet of sunflowers he had prepared for the evening and headed towards the car waiting to pick him up downstairs.

As much as he had talked to you over the last few days, the pressure of this being a real date made him want to make a good impression. He was disappointed that he couldn’t wow you with a gourmet meal and even though he was confident that you enjoyed his company, the fact that you would basically be forced to stay with him if you wanted to leave tonight made him uneasy. 

Fidgeting with the collar of his black t-shirt, he braced himself as he knocked on your door. You took his breath away when you opened the door, dressed in a beautiful red sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You smiled widely at him as you greeted him. Your pink dusted cheeks and the way your eyes sparkled as you saw him, made all his earlier worries disappear. His heart sang as you excitedly took the bouquet, sniffing the flowers before busying yourself and looking for a jar to place them in. He was glad he went through the effort of buying them. Well, the effort of bribing one of the staff with lunch for them.

“How did you know these are my favourite flowers?” You sounded shocked.

“I saw them everywhere at the gala, so I figured even if they weren’t your favourites you at least liked them.” He smiled widely, internally celebrating going for those over Jin’s suggestion of the typical roses. He watched as you carefully snapped the stems of the flowers and placed them in the jar a little too small to contain all the flowers. He couldn’t help but think how stunning you looked biting your lip concentrating while arranging the flowers, taking care not to break off any leaves.

Your apartment reflected your personality it seemed. The kitchen was attached to the large living room, separated by a large island that you were working on. The living room had a large comfortable yellow couch with a few fuzzy blankets and white pillows, facing a television on the wall surrounded by framed posters of music festivals, which he gathered from the dates were ones you attended. He also noticed a vintage looking record player next to the opposite wall with a shelf full of books and records, arranged in seemingly no order; the books differing in lengths with random records popped between them. Everything was extremely clean but he could make out some clutter like a pair of keys attached to an Apeach keychain next to the window, and a pair of sunglasses that were precariously hanging off the edge of a small table in the corner. He felt that he was looking inside your brain a little, and it made him extremely grateful that you had deemed him worthy enough to invite him over. He didn’t know if that was something you were comfortable enough doing with everyone you met or dated, or if inviting him to your apartment was an anomaly, and he’d be lying if he didn’t hope it was the latter. The thought that he was getting special treatment made him giddy.

After arranging your flowers, you made your way to Namjoon, and he felt your arms around his waist as you wrapped him a hug. 

“Thank you” you whispered into his chest and even this small gesture made him blush.

“I just wanted to cheer you up after that shitty meeting.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He could feel you smile into his chest, something that was confirmed when you separated after a few seconds and made your way to the couch. He missed your warmth already.

“Honestly, just talking to you after it cheered me up.” He sat next to you on the couch as you poured two glasses of white wine, handing him one. “I know we just talked but how was the rest of your day?”

You both shared news about the rest of your days with each other while waiting for dinner to arrive. The conversation was easy and fluid, easily shifting from mundane everyday events to anecdotes about your friends while you ate your pastas and finished the bottle of wine. He appreciated that unlike other people he had dated you didn’t seem surprised that he had friends outside the band and that most of his stories revolved around them rather than BTS. He always felt that so much of his friendship with the guys was broadcasted that he’d be retelling something that people had already watched so to the disappointment of a lot of his dates, he shared more about his other friends. Like how last year he went on a trip to Paris with childhood friends and got kicked out of the Louvre because they accidentally almost knocked down an exhibit. Or when one of his friends got so unbelievably drunk he had to bribe him with actual money to ensure he didn’t sleep in the park. He enjoyed hearing your university tales too, laughing out loud when you recounted the time you had drunkenly won a debate with one of your friends on which Batman was the best, resulting in the said friend to streak around the neighbourhood.

“Wait so you’re telling me if you lost, you would have to streak instead?” His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He had not expected you to have this wild side. He was intrigued, if not slightly turned on by the idea that this side might show up later.

“I would. I never break a promise.” You looked smug as you smiled over your wine glass. “But if I’m being honest, I knew I would win. Who thinks Clooney is the best Batman? He had a bat credit card for crying out loud!” He smiled as you ranted about how Batman would even apply for a credit card and the unlikelihood of him having a social security number without giving away his identity. Sure, Namjoon had never seen this particular Batman movie, or any to be fair, but the way you passionately discussed the superhero was so endearing to him that he couldn’t help nodding along enthusiastically at each point you made, giggling as he did so.

“Okay. I have not seen that movie, but that sounds hilarious.” He commented as he finished the last of the wine in his glass.

“What? It is a cinematic meme masterpiece! We have to watch it!”

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That’s how you ended up watching Batman and Robin, a second bottle of wine open on the coffee table. You hadn’t imagined that’s how you’ll be spending the next few hours with Namjoon. In fact, you did not want to impose your nerdy views on him at all, but tipsy you had other ideas. He seemed to be enjoying the movie too, laughing justly at the bat nipples and stupid ice puns. However with each corny flirt Poison Ivy threw at one of the many men on screen, you couldn’t help but notice how closely you were sitting next to a man hotter than any on your television. He had his arm around your shoulders and your head rested slightly on his chest, engulfed in his woodsy scent. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, resisting the urge to reach up and kiss his jaw where it rested on his hand.

You had wanted to kiss him the moment he walked in the door with flowers in hand. No date had ever brought you flowers before and it set your heart aflutter. If he was any more perfect, you’d be worried you had imagined him and that you’d wake up from a very long, very surreal dream. The next time you glanced up at him you found him looking at you, a soft smile on his face, his dimples looking extra cute as he looked into your eyes.

Feeling uncharacteristically bashful, you smiled back at him, willing yourself not to avert his gaze. “Hi,” you muttered.

“Hi” His deep voice reverberated through your body and before you could tell your heart to stop thudding at your chest, Namjoon closed the space between you. His lips were slightly chapped as he brushed them against yours gently -  unrushed and soft. He took his time, his lips dancing around yours as if in a practiced waltz, as he moved his hand to your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbones. Before you could deepen the kiss, you separated, much to your disappointment and he went back to watching the movie.

“Oh look! It’s the credit card scene.” He said nonchalantly as if he had not just taken your breath away.

“Joon! This movie is stupid,” you whined as you reached for his face, but before you could reach it he grabbed your wrist.

“But it’s a cinematic meme masterpiece!” He teased you with your earlier comment, his eyes lit with mirth. 

You pouted in defiance. “You can’t just kiss me like this and expect me to go back to watching the movie.”

“Aww! Cute!” He cooed as you huff, but before you could protest further, he kissed you again. Unlike the first time, this kiss was fierce, sparking a need in you. His lips pressed firmly against yours as his arm moved from around you to maneuver you on top of his lap. He did not hold back as he kissed you with a yearning you felt pulsate through you. He coaxed his way into your mouth as you didn't hesitate for a second, your hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hands were on your hips and as he pulled you closer you couldn’t help but roll your hips on him, feeling him hardening under you, a moan escaping from your mouth into his. Your dress was almost pulled to your waist and the rough material of his jeans felt delicious against your lace panties. You couldn’t help but roll your hips again, wanting him much closer than he already was.

“Baby you can’t do that to me.” He whined, his voice heavy with desire, as he started placing kisses down your face to your neck.

“Why not?” Your eyes spoke of challenge as you once again grind on him, a light moan escaping your lips, teasingly.

He stops kissing you as he looks up at you sternly, his jaw jutting out slightly. “Because I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Fuck that. Let’s be b-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, he is spinning you around to lay you on the couch, hovering above you, your legs on either side of his body. Your head is caged between his arms, your dress barely covering your panties, as he smirks at you before rocking his hip against you, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

“Are you sure?” He asks as he kisses your neck, softly biting in a way that you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yes” you whisper as you reach down to palm him over his pants, making him groan where he’s kissing behind your ear.

“Fuck… Can I take this off?” His hand is on the zipper of your dress and as soon as you nod, he is pulling it down, increasing his force when it gets caught. Suddenly he stops, his eyes wide with alarm. Leaning up slightly you follow his gaze to his hand where he holds your zipper, no longer attached to the dress. He looks like a kid that broke an expensive vase in a store and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The more he apologizes, the more you laugh at the situation, tears filling up your eyes. How could he be sexily growling in your ear one moment, making you drench your panties, and be this adorably guilty looking the next? Pushing him off you stand up and coax the rest of the zip down, letting the dress pool at your feet, as you grab his hand, urging him to stand up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You lead him across the hall to your bedroom, and he quickly recovers from his blunder, wrapping himself behind you as he continues to kiss your neck and face.

“I’ll buy you a new dress! Sorry!” He says as you sit down at the end of your bed.

“Joonie, stop apologizing and fuck me.” You pull at his shirt, and thankfully he gets the hint, smoothly taking it off and throwing it beside you with a quick “Yes, ma'am.” You are mesmerized by his body, as you trace your hands up to his toned chest, thanking the god you didn’t believe in for this moment. Smirking at your adoration, he kisses you again, pushing you to lie down with his arm around your waist as he pushes you further up the bed till your head hits the pillows.

He continues kissing you as you run your hands over his chest and back, wanting to consume all of him. “Mmm, you’re so beautiful.” He moans as he kisses down your neck to your chest, rubbing himself on you, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your panties. He looks to you for consent and seeing your enthusiastic nod, he pulls them down, groaning at your arousal that liberally coats them.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He whispers, amazed as if you had any other choice considering his earlier teasing. He kisses your lips again as his fingers slide against your lips teasingly, making you rut your hips against his hand in an effort to feel him inside.

“Joonie, please. Stop teasing” You whine against his lips, and thankfully he does, pushing one finger inside, making you cry out as you tip your head back against the pillows. Taking advantage of your angled head he presses his lips to your neck, leaving another hickey as one finger becomes two, deliciously stretching you and making you clench against him. Your head is cloudy with endorphins as he curls his fingers expertly thrusting in you, filling the room with your wanton moans. He kisses up to your ear, nibbling a little at your lobe.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is heavy with want and it sends a shiver up your spine. You clench around his fingers in anticipation as he kisses down your body, pulling your bra cups down to pay extra attention to your hardened nipples. His bangs brush against your skin raising goosebumps as he places multiple small pecks on your soft belly before reaching his destination.

“Look here, baby.” He says and as soon as you make eye contact, he pulls out his fingers, placing them in his mouth sucking on them with a groan, making heat rise up your neck. “You’re fucking delicious.”

Your heart is about to explode out of your chest and you can’t help but squirm but he holds your legs apart, slowly kissing each inner thigh as he takes his time. He really has a knack for teasing, and you wouldn’t complain if not for the aching between your legs. You’re desperate for him.

Finally, he lays on his stomach, his long legs dangling off the bed, as he holds your gaze, grinning, before giving you a long lick, making you shudder. He moans into you as he continues his long licks, your fingers making their way to his hair.

He focuses his attention on your clit, sucking and increasing his speed. No one has eaten you out like this. You remember after drinks with your friends claiming that it sucked that you were straight because guys always suck at eating pussy. Oh how wrong you were, you thought as Namjoon added his fingers back into the mix, thrusting as his tongue lapped at your clit, making you see stars. You could feel the familiar heat in your core as you tugged his hair, making him groan, a chant of his name on your lips as you feel yourself becoming undone. Your toes curl into the comforter below you as your legs shake screaming his name. He coaxes you though your orgasm, slowing his thrusts and licking you clean as you come down. When you could feel the overstimulation, you called his name, lightly stroking his hair. You kind of felt bad for pulling on it that tightly earlier.

He wiped his face as he came up towards you, smiling triumphantly. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. 

“You did so well for me, baby.” You had never been praised for orgasming and although you had just cum you felt yourself getting wet all over again. You kissed him again, reaching to undo his jeans and struggling.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if you want.” Namjoon says against your lips.

“Shut up and get naked, Joon” you huff against his lips as he chuckles, flipping on his back next to you to undo his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. You bite your lip as you see his cock emerge, bouncing against his stomach, his head dripping precum. Your mouth waters as you undo your bra, tossing it to the side, before reaching for his generous length. He hisses as your thumb runs over the tip, and you use the precum to stroke him slowly.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping your exploration. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

You peck his lips as he lets go, turning around and reaching out for the condoms in your bedside drawer. Ripping the packet open, you pinch the tip, smirking as you place it in your mouth, enjoying the way his eyes widen in surprise as you stroke him twice before using your lips to encase his length in latex. 

“Holy fuck. You’re perfect.” He grabs your face as soon as you’re done and kisses you fiercely as he once again lays you under him. His length rubs against your clit, sending jolts of pleasures up your spine as you rut your hips upwards. Getting the hint, he grabs his cock and lines it to your entrance. Your insides flutter as you feel him run his tip between your folds collecting your arousal, making you mewl a weak “please”. His face is flushed and his eyes are dark as he guides himself in smoothly, both of you moaning at the pleasure. The stretch is unbelievable, and you close your eyes as the sensation.

He waits a beat for you to accommodate him and as soon as you nod, he pulls back to thrust in again. Slowly he builds up to a rhythm that has you both panting. The room is full of the sounds of your bodies colliding and heavy breaths. You open your eyes to see him with his tongue between his lips and his jaw clenched. The same look of concentration he had when he was writing his songs in your office last night, and you felt yourself clench around him in pleasure. He moaned lowly and it was like you could feel his voice travel through you.

“Oh my god, Joon!” you cried as he changed his angle, hitting your g-spot directly, and increased his speed, thrusting harder.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kisses against your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting close again as he continued his pace, and by the way his grip on your hand tightened you could tell he was getting there too. You wrapped your legs around him as he started to get sloppier, getting lost in chasing pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleaded as his fingers reached between you to tease your clit, shooting waves of pleasure through you. He sucked on your neck and the sensation was too much. You feel yourself tighten around him and he groans as the tension building in your stomach snaps, making you cum hard around him, his name on your tongue as your fingers dig into his back.

He fucks you through your orgasm, hard and fast, before cumming himself with a loud groan and collapsing on you. Your bodies panting in unison as you both try to catch your breath. You’re both still holding hands, as he sweetly kisses your cheek, before pulling himself off of you, discarding the condom in the trash can, and laying back next to you. After you both calm down, he speaks staring at the ceiling.

“Do you have cameras in here?”

“What?” You are confused as you turn to look at him.

“Wouldn’t wanna make a sex tape on our second date.” He laughs, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh my god. I hate you.” You playfully swat at his chest.

“Nah, you like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose as you roll your eyes. “But it’s okay because I really like you too.”

“You are so cheesy!” you groan, but your face flushes at his words, your heart dancing in your chest. “I’m going to pee.”

“No, stay.” He whines pulling you close to his chest. You oblige him for all of two minutes, before grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed, putting it on, grabbing a fresh pair of panties, and making your way to the ensuite.

When you return you find him still on your bed, albeit in his boxers now, lying amongst your many pillows with his hands behind his head. Hearing your footsteps, he turns to you and smiles, reaching his hand out to pull you in with him. Cuddling you into his chest, he pulls the comforter over the two of you.

“You’re staying?” You hadn’t expected him to stay and you felt your heart warm at the way he did not rush to leave after sex. You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to just be in it for the sex, but it was your second date so you had kept your expectations low.

“Do you not want me to?” He asks with a pout, stiffening, and you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Please stay.” You snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, as you felt him relax and kiss the top of your head. “Want to see something cool?”

He hummed as you asked your google home to show you the sky. It was a dumb impulse purchase you made after a week of late nights of work at home and you hadn’t had the opportunity to show it off yet. You watched his mouth open in awe as the connected device turned off all the lights in your room and projected the milky way on to your ceiling. You chuckled at his child-like reaction. After talking to him this much, you were kind of sure that this would be how he’d act. You were pretty similar and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same reaction when you first saw the constellations on your ceiling. He was quiet for a while, taking in the view and the only way you knew he was awake was by the way his hand softly caressed your hair.

“Hey Y/N. Do you ever think how crazy it is that we met?” His voice was almost a whisper as he turned on his side to look at you. Turning to face him, you placed your hand on his cheek as he continued. “Like you would have to make a company at the perfect time, get your contract with Samsung, decide to move to Korea, convince my boss to sign with you, and then throw that gala, and at the same time I would have to decide to be a rapper, sign to this company, make it big at the right time, come across your non-profit at the right time, and successfully convince Bang PD to let us go to your event. Isn’t that crazy how all those little decisions led to this?”

You were stunned. You had never thought about it that way. How everyone you met was by such a coincidence, how you met Joon was such a coincidence. The way he phrased it made it seem like fate. Maybe it was.

“You forgot about the part where I almost didn’t let you come to the gala.” You joked. You knew he was being serious, but your internal defense mechanisms were in full gear. You didn’t know why you were making light of his beautiful statement, but you felt if you didn’t, you’d fall for him even further and you weren't ready for that.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled, his hand rubbing circles into your waist.

“Your team asked me four hours before the gala that you were coming.” He snorted at your response. “You’re lucky Jiyoung is a fan.”

“Well, then I’ll send a thank you card to her.” He gazed at you adoringly as he pulled you closer. “You know I wasn���t joking earlier… I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Joon.” you whispered as he captured your lips into a kiss. You both continued discussing the coincidences that had to align for you to meet, stealing kisses as you drift off to sleep. 

Wrapped up in his arms, with the twinkling stars on your ceiling, it was the best sleep you had had in a long while.

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[aminiatureworld]

i have been having an albedo brainrot for the past 48 hrs and i cannot stop thinking about this scenario:

also apologies if half of this doesn't make sense, it was 3 am when i wrote this down

reader is an immortal who has been around for a long time and was around when the knights of favonius was first established, so there were a few pictures and statements of them recorded on the knights' history. now, they're living in monstandt as a peaceful florist and healer, while also simultaneously dating albedo!

for some reason, albedo is digging through the favonius' records since he was looking for a particular research when he stumbles upon, well, pictures of his s/o beside the founding members of the knights. this leads him down to a rabbit hole where he discovers that maybe, reader is hiding more secrets than he expected.

so, at first he feels a bit conflicted. albedo knows that there must be a reason why his s/o hid it from him, but at the same time he wished that he'd been told about it instead of stumbling upon it by himself. who knows how long it wouldve taken him to discover if he didn't? so, he takes a few days to ponder about the topic, before deciding to confront his s/o about it.

confrontation ensues, at first s/o plays it off as albedo being too 'imaginative' and tries to avoid the topic which inevitably annoys him. before things escalate even more, s/o eventually confesses that yes, they're immortal and no, they weren't part of the knights but did help the rebellion fight against the aristocracy.

they make up, and albedo is obvioudly enthused because his s/o is immortal! they must've witnessed a lot of interesting things and he will ask as much as he could and as much as his partner is willing to tell

hope ure having a nice day! i'm sorry for rambling in ur asks again but i genuinely had a lot of fun imagining this so i wanted to share my thoughts with ppl !!

- 🍪

Never apologize anon, I love hearing all your scenarios, they’re incredibly creative! Also don’t worry it makes perfect sense.

And I think this would be a really interesting prompt, especially considering Albedo’s currently foggy backstory and its involvement with Khemia (I think that’s how it’s spelled - I’m on mobile right now). Though we don’t know exactly how Albedo feels about Mondstadt in general (he strikes me as the kind of person who likes individuals rather than systems or institutions) I think he would find the idea of someone who saw so much of Mondstadt’s history fascinating. He might even be able to in some ways empathize with the reader keeping a huge part of their identity hidden.

And I agree that in terms of conflict I think it would be interesting to see how Albedo would react internally. I don’t think he’d feel indignant, but I do think he’d probably feel a bit wounded, and wonder whether or not he was trustworthy. I think when you’re close to a very few amount of people it becomes easier to take lack of trust as a result of fault on your part, rather than outside factors.

Logically Albedo would understand why their s/o would hide something that could mark them for trouble but emotionally he might wonder if he’d done some to “lose” their trust. It could be me interjecting but I think it might be a way to explore Albedo’s emotional presence and a result of having become “frozen off”.

I do think once Albedo got himself together though he’d be endless with the questions. From the broadest details to the smallest things.

“Do you need to eat?”

“I swear Albedo it’s 3:00.”

Albedo is such a fascinating and lovely character. His nature is so interesting and kind despite his frozen exterior. Albedo brainrot ftw!

Thank you for your lovely ask anon, I hope you have a lovely week and I look forward to hearing all the ideas you’re willing to share, they’re really fun to read and I feel grateful to receive them.

[nordic-language-love]

Norwegian

Read 1x article

Watched 3x Kveldsnytt broadcasts

Watched 2x Nytt På Nytt episodes

Listened to 1x Uillustrert Vitenskap podcast

Listened to 1h 8m of Hobbiten audiobook

Listened to the radio

Wrote 2x journal entries

Wrote 873 words of fiction

Chatted with @hopehav

italki session

Speaking practice: talked about learning languages and celebrity culture

Mysteriet Om Nils: finished ch 32, ch 33, read ch 34

Japanese

Japanese From Zero lesson 1 + started lesson 2

Kanji drills

Practised writing sentences in notebook (+ on Tumblr)

Watched 1x Pokémon episode

Duolingo: Hiragana 4, Katakana 2, Home 1 and Intro 3

Norwegian

So... after literally years of offering, this week I finally took up @hopehav on her offer to chat with me in Norwegian! And it went well! She’s super lovely and it was really chill (and I probably talked way too much whoops lol I’m so sorry :/). I’m super happy because this is a huge testament to how much my confidence has improved! And also because I didn’t have to switch back to English at any point. And because I got to talk to my friend, obviously!

I started listening to The Hobbit audiobook again this week. It’s been ages since the last I tried (maybe 2 years), and back then I kinda got the gist but only really knew what was going on because I knew the story. This time I understood a lot more. Not every single word all the time, but there were definitely whole paragraphs where I understood 100%. 

Also, my italki teacher implied I’m not too far off C1 level o_o I don’t believe him at all given I don’t even think I’m B2 yet, but it was very nice of him to say. Maybe I’ll push myself to take Norskprøve B1/B2 or Bergenstesten next year to assess my level. Still, he said he can hear I’m getting better (even though I didn’t feel like I managed as well as I’ve done previously) and I feel like I’m getting better on the whole, so that counts for something. As I mentioned earlier, clearly my confidence is improving!

Oh, and I hit my 10K words goal! So now I’m gonna try and push for 15K (including all the planning and the translation I did, so I’m already at around 12K).

Favourite moment: Talking to Amanda of course! I’m so happy this finally happened and it was so lovely to chat to you! <3

Some goals this week:

Mysteriet Om Nils ch 34

Speaking practice on at least 4 days

Write 500 words

Listen to 1 hr of Hobbiten

Japanese

I got round to watching another episode of Pokémon this week. I managed to recognise some of the new words I’ve recently learned (such as ‘what’ and ‘eat’), which made me really happy! I’m not sure I’d catch them without the subtitles to prompt me to listen out for them, but it’s still cool to recognise a few more words than I did before.

Things are starting to get a bit tougher now. I’m moving on from just learning how to introduce myself and starting to learn basic vocabulary and sentence structure, but I’m at that awkward phase where I can’t make immediately meaningful/useful sentences. I’m stuck saying things like “this is soap” and “the window is there”. I know it’s important to learn the related grammar and the vocabulary but man I’m tempted to skip ahead.

I was briefly tempted to try an italki session because they’re really cheap (like 1/3 the price of a Norwegian lesson) but I feel like I’m way too beginner right now to get much use out of it. I do want to start practising speaking asap because I absolutely do not want to end up in the same position with Japanese as I am with Norwegian, but I need to learn some more vocab and basic grammar first so that I can actually form more sentences. Maybe when I get to A1 (or N5) level I’ll treat myself.

Favourite moment: Realising I could already write the kanji for Tokyo because I’d come across both parts before (thank you random kanji app for teaching me the kanji for ‘east’ even though I was like ‘well I have no use for this rn ugh’)

Some goals for this week:

Pass Duolingo checkpoint 2

JFZ lesson 2

Consolidate new vocabulary with writing practice

Productivity Grid

Yeah I definitely didn’t stretch/exercise enough. I’ve been so tired this week, idk why. Possibly because I’m not exercising enough. Seriously though, fuck this pandemic, it’s ruined my motivation to work out. It’s hard to believe I used to happily do like 10-15 hours exercise a week and now I’m lucky if I do 3.

Goals for this week:

Sort my CV (including getting a photo)

Stretch on at least 4 days

Bake cookies

Finish reading The Heart of What Was Lost or 300+ pages of Ship of Destiny.

[llycaons]

tagged by @zhuhongs! thanks sage, sorry this took so long!!

I had already answered this one and was planning to just copy it over but I deleted it on accident! so here we are

1. Why did you choose your url?

I wanted something that referenced the natural world or anatomy or evolution in some way and I landed on the one that I thought had the prettiest latin name. I was almost bisynapsids which would have been cool too. I played around with edgy names of bones and stuff before settling on the name for one of my favorite wild animals

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

ok I never understood how “sideblogs” worked so I just made an entirely new tumblr when I wanted to focus myself on ba/ccano. I had a really fun time for a few years and the community was wonderful but I ran out of juice last year and haven’t been back. if anyone’s interested it’s @eyes-like-a-gentle-knight (wordy, I know). there was so much good novel content I loved it. still waiting on those last two books narita!

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

hmm almost nine years? but this blog is a freshy and clean 6 months old

4. Do you have a queue tag?

never saw the point? I don’t use a queue and when I do I like to be mysterious

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

obsession with near from death note and also I was into other anime like ouran and  [redacted] and [redacted] but death note had me in it’s grip age 15 so when I found this site which had lots of pictures of near from death note I was like :o

I had no idea what I was doing! I just reposted a bunch of screenshots with captions like ouran posts 2/3 or something. no I had to learn the Culture of this site purely by osmosis

6. Why did you choose your icon?

princess mononoke is one of my favorite movies and the image of san in that scene was always so powerful to me. I didn’t mean for a dog theme I swear I’m not even a dog person

7. Why did you choose your header?

I wrote a big post about this when I chose it because I like to talk about every one of my decisions but basically:

it’s got nature in it

looks green for summer

cql but appealing to someone who hasn’t seen it

not an critical moment so I won’t get sick of seeing it

lwj is there which I like but he is barely visible so he’s like secret lwj. but I like that he’s there

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

in my foolish youth I reposted a pic from facebook about tesla that got 100,000+ notes (I think) and got my my first ever rude anon!!!! they just told me not to repost without a source and called me an asshole which as a sensitive 15 year old was very difficult to handle/s. but on here it’s my cql rewatch lb about the atmosphere of ep1. I had a good number of notes on my previous blog for some cql txps but I don’t like to see the notes so I’m glad I’m cut away from them.

however the mdzs/cql fandom has been the only other place I’ve gotten rude anons so. with fame comes tragedy ig/s. they called me a dummy :(

9. How many mutuals do you have?

like? 20? I don’t keep track.

(and sage you ARE everyone’s bestie I feel like everyone I know loves sage zhuhongs)

10. How many followers do you have?

uhhh 78. nice and neat. last blog was like 1780 or something but a lot of them were inactive

11. How many people do you follow?

umm 44? it’s really hard for me to follow people I legitimately feel sick when I do it more than one a week or something. the dash NEEDS to look a certain way and I NEED to get to where I was last time and so I am very very picky about who I follow. also when I break mutuals I feel horrible and guilty so I try not to have too many

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

idk what this means! unlikely!

13. How often do you use tumblr each day

yeah I also work and I can’t have my phone in the lab so for 17 hrs a day I’m asleep or away which is very good but most of the rest of the time I’m on here...which is fine tbh I like it and I know I have nothing better to do rn. school will start again and I won’t be able to be on here as much :(

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I feel like usually nobody “wins” these fights. I am bad at articulating my point and I hate confrontation so I usually just block but when I get an anon trying to argue with me I’ll sometimes respond and I feel like I win those? but like, it’s anon. I’m just responding. like someone sending me flack for tagging my hate for bad ship and I gave this long-winded and lbr kind of annoyingly self-righteous response that at the time I felt very pleased with. but it didn’t work bc I kept getting anons trying to convince me or discuss with me why they shipped it and im like idk!!! go away!!!

okay early in the year I got an ask like “how do you feel about wwx being lame in cql” and I got kind of defensive bc I thought they were one of those diehard novel fan but they came back and were like “oh sorry I’m into the donghua and you have a point and this isn’t productive to discuss” so I kind of feel like I won? I mean, it wasn’t really an argument

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

If it’s something important then yeah obviously but if it's like “or something bad will happen!!!” no ofc not those are annoying as hell and probably awful if you’re paranoid

16. Do you like tag games?

YESSS

17. Do you like ask games?

YES PLEASE SEND ME ASKS

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

probably mx. gun? some of the Polycule, uhh, you, sage. and maybe my very most recent follower hello to you! I feel weird using anyone’s personal name if we haven’t spoken so if you’re seeing this just know I was also super into good o/mens a few years and I really liked seeing your posts and art so it’s cool to see you around again in cdrama circles

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

I don’t see having a crush on anyone I’ve never really spoken to irl but I do know I have a very many pretty and/or  handsome mutuals :)

20. Tags?

god I am so stressed out to choose. it’s open to everyone!