#im gonna try to be more active here but I need to get pass this art block first and get proper energy to draw

[esstxys]

𝓗 𝓐 𝓝 𝓙 𝓘 𝓢 𝓤 𝓝 𝓖 - impatient.

warnings : sub!jisung, begging, whiny + needy jisung, masturbation, boners, caught in the act, slight perv!jisung.

summary : when your morning activities are interrupted by an emergency situation, your boyfriend can't help but pleasure himself at the thought of how delicious you looked while you innocently cooked him breakfast.

- ; 9:05 am

your eyes were still glued shut with sleep as you rolled over in bed, throwing your arm to the right which hit your boyfriend in the stomach, of course.

han shot awake, clutching his stomach instantaneously. after a few seconds of sputtering out soft swear words under his breath the said, "new way to wake me up, hm?"

you groaned in response, much too tired to give him a proper answer. the only thing on your mind was going back to sleep, but your boyfriend poking you in your side made that task pretty difficult.

"hannie, stop." you said curtly, grabbing his hand.

"you're the one who woke me up, shouldn't i be mad?" he turned you over so you were facing him. your eyes were closed yet he still took a moment to look at all of your delicate features.

"i can feel you staring at me." you spoke before opening your eyes. he was already staring into them. fuck. you wanted to be mad at him for not letting you sleep, but you couldn't.

he laughed before sliding his hand under your head, separating you and your soft pillow. you leaned closer to him and let out a hum at the plush feeling of your lips meeting his.

he pulled away for a moment and you smiled

"come here." you said grabbing his face and bringing it to yours, smashing your lips together once again, this time with more passion.

you bit his upper lip and he licked your lower, and soon after his tongue pried your lips apart. he sat you up against the headboard, not separating his lips from yours for a second. he unclasped your bra, taking a tit in his hand.

every second that passed just made the kiss more heated.

your hands slid up and down his body as his tongue explored your mouth. just as your hands made it to his waistband you received a call, to which you ignored.

and then another call came.

and finally a text.

he pulled away, recognizing whoever was trying to reach you probably really needed you, considering the number of times your phone had made that god forsaken ding! sound in the last thirty seconds.

han got off of you, letting you recollect and grab your phone.

"fuck." you mumbled

"what?" he looked up at you from the bed like a lost puppy, swearing to himself that he was going to come after whoever just created that cockblock of the century.

"its my best friend. her dog ran away. she wants me to come over and grieve with her. probably lay in her bed for three hours? i don't know.." you rambled on, shocked at the messages you had just received.

"oh shit. you gotta get going then?" he yawned. handing you the bra which he has just pried off moments before.

"i guess so." you slipped the bra over your head. "want breakfast before i leave?" you asked him, grabbing a pair of his pajama pants off of the floor and swiftly putting them on.

"i mean, why not?" he got out of the bed slowly before ruffling his hair and standing up.

you watched his muscles flex as he stretched. did your friends dog really have to run away today?

you walked over to him, giving him a peck on the lips before walking out of the room "meet you downstairs yeah?"

"yeah." he paused, "your not putting a shirt on?" he said loudly, knowing you were far down the hallway by now.

"i mean its just us at home, right?!" you called back.

hearing that he smiled to himself. rushing out of the room and following you down the steps.

- ; 9:32 am

"ji, im gonna burn the fuckin' eggs if you keep staring at me like that." you shuffled the eggs around in the pan once more before turning around to look at him, leaning your hands into the counter.

"what? am i distracting you?"

"just let me cook your eggs in peace." you smiled.

saying that, you turned around. you knew han wouldn't let you do that.

you felt his gaze burning into you as you walked over to the fridge to grab orange juice which you set on the counter next to you.

why not take advantage of this?

you opened the freezer and bent down to grab the mini pancakes you knew your han loved.

you arched your back as you stood up and turned around, "you want some of these, babe?" you held up the box of pancakes, waving them in the air.

your boyfriend traced your curves with his eyes. how his pants hung low on your hips, how your bra held your perfect tits.he was getting harder by the second.

who the fuck gave you permission to do these things to him?

and then, looked up from the floor where he was pretending to stare, blinking and shaking his head before speaking "oh shit- sorry babe what'd ya say?"

"hm." you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter once again, sighing this time. "what am I distracting you now?"

"i gotta use the bathroom, be right back." he said coldly.

you pursed your lips and then shook your head. "you want the pancakes or not?!"

"yeah!" his voice cracked as he ran to the bathroom.

you giggled and turned off the stove, and part of you wished you didn't know what he was about to do.

han bee-lined for the bed and threw himself on it, tossing most of the pillows to the floor and stuffing the remaining behind his back, before yanking his sweatpants down to his knees.

there was no need to drag this out.

he had enough foreplay just watching you downstairs, and not to mention the interrupted scene that morning that had been playing through his head for the rest of the time after that.

he grasped his cock firmly from the spot on his stomach where it had lay hard and wet-tipped.

he gasped at the contact and let his head fall back, his mouth parting slightly as he squeezed himself, before letting his cock fall with a slap against his heated skin.

with a flat hand, he pulled the moisture from his reddening tip, smearing it down his length, before curling his fingers over his balls, just grazing his fingertips below them.

han ran his tongue over his dry lips, picturing you in the kitchen, remembering how you'd looked with your pajama pants hanging so low that just the slightest tug would pull them off.

he groaned and brought his hand around his dick again, tugging jerkily, frantically, and bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed.

he could see you between his legs, one hand on his thigh, the other pleasuring yourself right along with him.

han screwed his eyes closed and clamped his other hand over his own thigh, breathing hard and fast and stroking even faster.

he imagined fucking you over the counter. both of you whimpering as he thrusted roughly into you.

one hand gripping your hips roughly, leaving small marks.

his other roped around to the front of your body, rubbing your clit.

the muscles in hans arms began to burn as he stroked himself, but that barely registered; the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see, was you beneath him.

him plunging into you and hearing your pretty noises.

your face as it twisted with pleasure.

he stroked himself long and hard, inside and out, his breath ragged and heavy, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his release.

he moaned loudly, picturing you against the counter once again. this tipped him right over the edge.

with a loud cry of your name, his knees hit his shoulders as his belly strained and his hips thrust up onto his plunging fingers, his body pulsing around them.

quick lines of milky liquid squirted over his hand and the quivering skin of his stomach.

you opened the bedroom door and hans head snapped at the creaking sound it had made.

"huh. well this sure isnt the bathroom." you teased, making your way towards the bed.

[ivysprophecy]

please please please

word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

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"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."

[moonchildstyles]

whats this aster curious gazes im seeing ?🥸

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Mikaela impatiently checked the time broadcasted on the clock above the auditorium's entrance, trailing after the molasses-slow minute hand. How had it only been three minutes since she last checked and not the twenty she had sworn it had been? She and her group had already finished peer reviewing each other's papers ten minutes ago, but they were all confined to their seats for fear of Professor Rian marking them down for leaving early—one of his favorite activities Mikaela had learned about the hard way during the second week of courses.

"How much longer?" Bria bemoaned from across the table, her own boredom showing in her dull gaze. (Y/N) perked up at Mikaela's side at the question, though she stayed just as quiet as she always was. 

"Another thirty," Mikaela murmured, a moment away from rolling her eyes, "I feel like we've been waiting for, like, an hour." 

Around them, the remaining groups were still chattering, some speaking about the essays while others seemed just as checked out as them. Running a hand through her long hair, Mikaela convinced herself to stay strong. 

"At least it'll be the weekend after this," she reminded the table, looking to Bria, "You're still set on getting your tattoo this weekend?" 

Bria plucked up at the question, her brown eyes sparkling in excitement. "Mhm! They called and confirmed yesterday with me, so I'll be in tomorrow morning, first thing!" 

"Are you going to be with the same guy that you had the consultation with?" Mikaela asked, picturing the long haired, heavily tattooed man she had seen when she went with Bria the first time to set up the initial appointment. She almost booked one for herself after seeing him; even the scowl and less than friendly demeanor couldn't detract from his... everything. 

Leaning across the table as if sharing a secret, Bria raised her eyebrows with a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. "I hope. I might cancel, if not." 

Mikaela laughed along with her friend, knowing exactly where she was coming from. 

Piping up with a small smile on her features, (Y/N) asked, "Where are you going for your tattoo?" 

"It's not too far from here actually," Bria started, settling her chin in her hand as she spoke to (Y/N) at Mikaela's side. "It's called 17Black." 

(Y/N)'s expression brightened at the mention of the tattoo parlor in a way Mikaela had never seen before. Though she usually came to class fresh-faced and dewy, there was now a glimmer in her eyes that almost gave the illusion of glitter having fallen in her lashes.

"They're the best," she bubbled, her smile wide, "It's gonna turn out really, really good. You said you know who your artist is going to be?" 

"Yeah—um—hold on," Bria muttered, reaching into her bag, "I got his card last time I was in—I think he's the owner, or something." After a moment she pulled out a black and white business card, reading the name off: "Harry." 

Passing the card across the table, (Y/N) eagerly read over the stylized font and the glossy logo on the other side. "He's amazing—you're super lucky, Bria." 

(Y/N)'s smile wasn't one that could be shaken as she passed back the card. Mikaela thought she looked like she was proud, even. (Y/N) was always so reserved, seemingly more comfortable in the background and only chirping up when needed, Mikaela had never seen her so bright like this. 

"Have you been there before, (Y/N)?" she asked, trying to imagine someone like (Y/N) with any tattoos—especially done at a place like 17Black. 

Not that there was a specific kind of person that could have tattoos or that the parlor wasn't nice, but she had a hard time picturing (Y/N) with all her ribbons, pink sweaters, and shimmer flouncing into that building and getting a design inked into her skin. Especially by someone like Bria's artist; she was already shy enough, Mikaela doubted his scowls and curt tone would be anything of comfort.

That left her raising her brows in surprise when (Y/N) happily nodded her head. "Yeah! I only have one tattoo, but Harry did it and it's"—there was a moment something dreamy flashed over (Y/N)'s gaze then—"It's perfect." 

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," Bria interjected, her expression surely mirroring Mikaela's with her own perked brows and searching gaze as if they had both somehow missed an obvious marking. 

"It's really little," (Y/N) explained, settling some in her seat, "It's on my side, like, on my ribs, so people don't really see it." 

"I never pictured you with a tattoo," Mikaela added, "And especially on your ribs. You're brave." 

"Honestly," Bria started, bouncing full brows over her eyes "I don't know how you got through it, especially with him." 

A cinch appeared between (Y/N)'s brows. "What do you mean?" 

"You probably had to take your shirt off for the rib tattoo, right?" Bria prodded, watching as (Y/N) flustered some before ultimately nodding her head, "I don't know how to act around that guy—Harry—with my clothes on, I think I would combust if he asked me to take them off." 

It wasn't hard to see that (Y/N) was bubbling with embarrassment at Bria's remark—though Mikaela did hardily agree. She wondered if (Y/N) felt the same way; it was hard to picture her getting flustered over someone like Bria's artist. There could be that whole opposites attract thing going on for them, but Mikaela could only really see the scenario where Harry would crush the marshmallow that is (Y/N).

"Oh, I don't know," she muttered half-heartedly, trailing off without a real answer, "You know, he's just..." 

"It's okay, I get it," Bria finished for her with a bubbling laugh that had (Y/N) cracking her own polite smile. "He's pretty intimidating, honestly. Not for everyone, I guess." 

With her hands a bundle in her lap, (Y/N) tilted her head, "I wouldn't say that—" 

Not a moment too soon, Professor Rian made his way back to the forefront of the auditorium—something Mikaela wished he would have done a half an hour prior. "Class dismissed. Next Wednesday we'll do our final draft reviews and the finished essays will be due next Friday at midnight. Have a nice weekend." 

"Finally," Bria exasperated, immediately rushing to pack her things just as Mikaela had before Rian had even finished talking.

(Y/N) had done the smart thing and had her things ready to go once they had finished peer reviewing, only having to sling her bag over her shoulder while she quietly waited for the pair of them to get their own shit together. 

It was wild how much more awake Mikaela felt now that class had been dismissed, leaving behind the exhausted state she was lulling into at her desk. Shrugging into her jacket, the mental list of tasks she had to accomplish before her sister, Mira, and her boyfriend would be over for dinner didn't sound so bad now.

"What are you getting, Bria? For your tattoo, I mean," she chirped up, peering around Mikaela as they walked into the corridor, steps in sync with one another. 

"The moon and some stars and stuff on the top of my hand," she explained, "It's kind of hard to describe without a picture, but it's this whole thing." 

"That sounds really pretty," (Y/N) smiled, sincerity in her voice, "Hopefully it won't take too long—I hear the top of your hand can hurt sometimes with the bones and all." 

"It might not be so bad if it took a while, right?" Mikaela piped up, shooting Bria a look from the corner of her eye. Maybe, if Mira and her boyfriend didn't overstay their welcome tonight, she'd go with Bria in the morning and see if her artist had a girlfriend or something. 

(Or was at least open to hooking up on one of the tattoo chairs). 

Leading down the hall towards the main entrance of the building, Bria nudged Mikaela's shoulder. Ahead of them, (Y/N) reached forward and opened the door for the three of them to pass through. 

"Definitely wouldn't be bad," Bria laughed, the chill of the winter air seeping through the sleeves of Mikaela's jacket as they stepped outside. "I don't know, I might even—Wait, oh my god." 

"What?" Mikaela asked, brows furrowing at the abrupt change in her friend. 

Instead of the amused bubbly expression she wore just a moment prior, Bria now looked ahead with wide eyes and gaped lips, her steps slowing over the concrete. 

(Y/N) noticed the change in her demeanor as well, peering around Mikaela as her own features molded into something of worry. "What happened?"

"He's here," Bria muttered, looking straight ahead towards the student parking lot, "That's literally him right there, isn't it? Why is he here?" 

"Who? Who's her—" 

Following Bria's line of sight, Mikaela felt her own words get stuck in her throat when she saw just what had her friend going limp. 

As if summoned, Bria's tattoo artist—Harry—had somehow found a prime parking space in the student lot and was now waiting.

He was ever the intimidating figure with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the hulking frame of the black Range Rover behind him. (Because, of course, he would drive a Range Rover). Even with the chunky black cardigan draped over his form, he didn't look any less imposing than when he had stalked through the tattoo parlor. He perfectly matched his car, all black, tattoos tracing over his skin, including the heavy chest pieces on display from the low scoop of his top. A pair of sunglasses were holding his hair back on the top of his head, with his lips set in a firm line, lip ring and all.

"He doesn't go here, right?" Mikaela blanched. Why else would be here, if not to go to class, right?

(Y/N) looked just as bewildered as they were, a cant to her head as she took him in. "What is he doing here?" she muttered, voice quiet enough to be speaking to herself.

Their small trio stood off to the side, out of the way as the rest of their classmates trickled around them as well as other students meandering through campus. From where they stood, Mikaela could see the way the tattoo artist scanned over the student body, searching for something—or someone.

He didn't come to see Bria, right? That would be crazy, leaning on certifiable—even if he was hot.

Mikaela's eyes widened when she saw (Y/N) wave her hand above her head. What was she doing? Did she not think this was weird that he had showed up to campus when he really didn't have any reason to? 

She watched as he caught sight of (Y/N)'s waving arm and his features almost immediately softened. Even from where they were standing, it was clear to see the tension releasing from his body in a breath. He pushed off from where he was lent against his Range Rover and started towards the building—towards them.

Was (Y/N) insane or something, and they'd just missed all the signs until this moment? Why would she ask him to come over here?

"He's coming over here, what the fuck," Bria murmured, just as lost as Mikaela. 

It didn't take long for his spanning strides to cross the concrete and take him to where their small group had taken root. Seeing him this close again, Mikaela realized her memory didn't do him any justice—he was more than gorgeous. Unfortunately crazy, but still hot. 

Had he always had his nose pierced? Had his eyes always been that green? Had they always been pinned to (Y/N) like that? 

"(Y/N), do you—" Bria started, only to cut herself off when (Y/N) excitedly bounced up to her toes once the tattoo artist was close. 

"What are you doing here, H?" she chirped, familiarity in her voice as she looked up at him.

Mikaela figured she wore the same expression that Bria did, with her eyes wide and brows raised, a fraction away from her jaw dropping as they watched the tattoo artist—H—pull (Y/N) into his arms and drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"Came to pick you up for lunch, if that's okay," he murmured, not sparing a glance their way as he kept the pink marshmallow in his arms. "I also noticed there was an extra jacket lying around my room that I thought was supposed to be with you." 

Sheepishly looking down, (Y/N) shook her head. "I forgot, I'm sorry." 

Adoration was clear on the tattoo artist's—her boyfriend—features. "'S alright, lovebug. I brought it with me so y'can have it the rest of the day, jus' don't keep forgetting it. 'S only getting colder out, I don't want you to get sick." 

"I won't," (Y/N) sighed, looking entirely at home as she clutched his sweater in her hands and fluttered her lashes at him as if he were a king. "Thank you." 

Mikaela couldn't help the simmering of her blood beneath her skin, surely a flush painting her complexion as she thought back to just what she and Bria had been saying during class. They talked all about how hot (Y/N)'s boyfriend was to her face, implied he was intimidating and not her type, and she had even heard them freak out thinking he had come to see them. She was never going to pair with them for peer review again.

(Though Mikaela will give herself credit for not speaking about the lingering fantasy she'd had involving one of those tattoo chairs and Harry's hair pulled back so he could focus). 

"Um," Mikaela sounded, almost cringing at how stupid she sounded from just a single syllable, "I think we should probably go, but we'll see you next week, (Y/N)." 

(Y/N) turned with her expression going bashful. Her boyfriend's hands didn't move from where they were on her waist though he finally looked up from her to see the rest of the world around them. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized as if in reflex. Looking at the man behind her, she started with a shy smile on her lips, "Harry, this is Bria and Mikaela. They're the girls from one of my English classes I've told you about." 

Back was the expression she recognized from when she had dropped by the tattoo parlor. His features hardened some, going less open and easy to read than they had been just a moment ago. He took them in with a stilted smile on his lips. 

"Nice to meet you," he murmured, his gaze flicking to Bria for a split second longer, "Actually, we've met before, right? You're my nine a.m. tomorrow." 

"I am, yeah," Bria said, sounding just as lame as Mikaela felt. It was easy to see Bria was floundering for anything to say before she finally settled on, "(Y/N) didn't tell us she had a boyfriend." 

His smile turned lopsided at that, amusement flickering in his gaze as he looked down at the marshmallow in his arms. "She didn't?" 

(Y/N) looked to the pair of them, biting back a smile as if remembering what was said back in class but deciding it was their secret to keep. "It just didn't come up." 

"Right," he smiled, squeezing her waist just enough to get her bouncing at his side with a short huff of laughter pouring out, "Are you ready to go?" 

"I think so, yeah," (Y/N) agreed, craning her neck to smile up at him before returning her attention to Mikaela and Bria. "I'll see you guys next week."

The pair shared similar goodbyes, hoping they didn't sound as embarrassed as they felt. Walking away from them, Mikaela watched Harry tangle his fingers with (Y/N), slowing just long enough to press a kiss to her forehead before leading her towards his Range Rover.

"We are the most annoying people in the world," Mikaela said, breaking their silence, "We literally said all of that about him to his girlfriend." 

"She's never going to partner for peer review with us again." 

Despite the guilt and bits of humiliation floating through her system, Mikaela couldn't shake off just how sweet it was to see (Y/N) interact with someone like that—especially someone like her boyfriend. They were clearly in love, that much she could tell.

"Oh my god," Bria said, whipping her head around to look at Mikaela with horror stricken eyes. 

"What?" Mikaela asked, taken aback at the sudden urgency in Bria's voice. Was another person they had lusted over to their partner, about to round the corner? 

"I have to see him again tomorrow," Bria whined, "And, (Y/N)'s probably going to tell him what we said." 

At that thought, Mikaela really hoped her sister would overstay her welcome tonight—give her a reason to stay in bed and leave Bria to her appointment alone. 

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this is the first time im trying out this kind of pov so I really hope everyone like it! thank you sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and please lmk if you have any ideas you want to share!

[anonymouss4uthor]

our side of things...

country girl fem reader x new guest ghost

the word daddy is not used in a sexual manner in this story.

virgin reader, uneducated

cw; smut

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It was a normal day on the farm.

My mom was in the kitchen, daddys working on the tractor. I'm trying to convince him to let me help but he refuses, says a pretty thang like me don't need her hands all rough.

He's getting older and older and it worried me, I tell him this. He grunts and pauses his work for a moment.

"Well darlin, I have hired a man to help me out." He says.

"A man?!" You exclaim excitedly.

"Well hold on-" He laughs. "Now I don't want no funny business between you two, alright?" He huggs.

I cant help but to roll my eyes.

Daddy never lets me talk to any boys at all so, I'm excited that I get to live with a boy that's not him.

Around an hour passes and momma and I are getting dinner ready, expecting this mysterious man that's gonna help daddy around the farm.

While I set the table, complaining about never getting to help with the pigs, a truck pulls into our yard. We all stand around the door excited. Well, Im the only one excited but still.

Daddy opens the door for the man and he enters and I feel a strange wet sensation in my jeans at the sight of his face.

He has beautiful blonde hair, sharp features and scars along his face.

"Well spank my ass and call me a pickle!" I exclaim.

The gorgeous man gives me a confused look. "Sorry there- yer just so handsome" I coo.

He laughs. I smile.

The man shakes my hand. The weird feeling gets stronger.

"m' names Simon, country girl." He says with an unexpected British accent. "woah! you're from the tea country!" I joke, he laughs and I smile.

We all sit down for dinner while daddy sets ground rules.\

Simon and Y/N is to not be alone together

Simon can't go into Y/N's room under any circumstance

Y/N now has to be inside and in bed by 10 pm

"Daddy why are you giving me a curfew? I'm 20 for cryin o' loud!" I whine.

"Can't give Simon one, I don't want you two outside- at night- at the same time while 'm sleeping." Daddy huffs.

Whatever...

We get to know Simon and I'm fascinated by him. Well, more fascinated by how my body is acting. I am so confused on why it feels like I've just pissed in my jeans but, I figure that's something I should ask momma in private.

Night time comes around and I take me my nightly bubble bath. My hand finds its way between my thighs in curiosity, my body just acting without me thinking. I have not a clue what I'm doing but, I know the eyes I'm thinking of.

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I get out of my bath, feeling a sudden sense of shame. I feel like maybe I shouldn't have done that. What even was I doing?

After I get dressed into my pig pajamas, I step out of the bathroom and slam right into the culprit of my bath activities. Simon. My cheeks flush and my eyes widen.

"Hey" I awkwardly say, paranoid as if he somehow knew.

"Hey there princess." He smiles.

I point to my room. "' was just gonna.." I slip past him and nod a goodbye as I disappear into my bedroom. I lay on my bed and cover my face with a pillow and let out a squeal of embarrassment.

I hear Simons chuckle and my hand disappears between my legs again, unable to stop myself.

I close my eyes and pretend my hand is his. I'm unaware I'm making sounds until my dad barges in when Simons name fell from my mouth.

"Simon what did I tell you?!" He yells but quickly realizes I'm alone. I get embarrassed and shameful and start sobbing.

"Oh sweet pea..." daddy walks over and hugs me tightly as I cry. He reassures me that it's normal and he's not upset or mad or anything. "I thought- oh sweet pea.." He kisses the side of my head as I cry. "Thought you weren't my innocent little girl anymore, that's why I came in here mad.." He murmurs and gives me another head kiss.

"Not- I wouldn't be mad if you did do that but- if you did it with someone you just met, like Simon. You deserve the best baby girl." He rewords himself. I smile and sniffle and pull away. I get a forehead kiss and he leaves.

I lay on my bed with a sigh.

I have dreams of Simon replacing my hand, its perfect dreams..

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comment down below if you want a part two!!

[cry-ptidd]

Laura genuinely makes me so sad, like I cried all silly sometimes ago cause we have a similar past but I went on and she’s like you know..stuck and I wouldn’t want that for anyone :( even if she’s fictional and a killer. I just wish to be kind to her for a moment and tell her a lot of women or really humans feel her pain, that it didn’t turn all of us into monsters. I guess it’s why I’m attached to her because I get it I do, but also…why I hate characters that have SA in their backstory cause it’s really depressing. She’s an amazing character but I can’t help but still wish her punishment and somehow through it all. Peace. That she gets all the punishment she needs and gets some peace right after..a good for good slumber. Even if she doesn’t get that, or feel worthy of it.

This ask actually made me a bit emotional, im gonna be honest. It's one of the most sincere messages I've gotten i think? I am very sorry about what you went through and I will do the same thing you'd do for Laura and tell you to please remember you're not alone and that i believe in you as a person, and that you're still able to move ahead despite everything that's hurt you.

Laura is a character built on cruel irony and tragedy, and many of her aspects are an exaggerated version of views that i also have because of my own trauma (aversion to men, aggression, anger, spite, stubbornness) and the crimes and attitude that would make her an irredeemable character are here to kind of cement the fact she went way too far in her revenge and how being hurt an turn a person into a monster.

But, i rally have to agree with you. Holy FUCK do i pity her. She's not reveling in her evil, she's not actively trying to do more harm (not anymore), and she's just in a state of permanent self-loathing and isolation, where her punishment isn't satisfying to watch or even really clear. You don't really wanna root for her morally, you just kinda wish she'd just... stop. And take a long sleep. Just like you said, a proper, defined punishment, and then let her sleep.

I think this ask sealed the deal of me giving her a canonically somewhat "happy" ending? Maybe a mild one? Where she starts to settle down and indirectly heal alongside Integra and Seras post-canon. A household of damaged women growing alongside each other. Im sure her Creator can decide on a rightful punishment when she passes. Let's just give her a bit of leisure for now.

[pumpkinsy0]

can you share your hcs/thoughts on how dally would feel about/react to tarry?

(tally is superior)

woah woah woah lets not get OVERZEALOUS now, idk about tally being superior now!!!! /lh /j

NOW!!! i feel like it doesnt matter how close u see dally and tim being as frienemies w benefits (at LEAST😒😒), dally will always b territorial w things he sees as his, in this case, tim!!

im not gonna sit here n say that dally isnt mad at darry, he most certainly is. maybe in a special way bc darrys one of the ppl hes somewhat close to, but he cant do much against darry bc 1) darry is grown as hell so any mental games he could play on darry wont have the effect he wants 2) he cant whoop darrys ass cause darry would IMMEDIATELY switch it right back on him 3) if we all see dally as someone who has limits and cares about the gang more obviously even when hes angry, he cant do it without also fucking over the gang which is something be never wants to do

all anger dally would feel would HAVE to b pushed onto tim, so im talking keying tims car/messing up his tires, fighting him even more over the littlest things, those kinda things. most he can do against darry is not going over to the curtis house and as caring as darry is, i dont think he would care much (maybe not the best wording but shut up i tried) bc he was never there to RAISE dally, hes not responsible for what he does and hes aware of that, nothing HE could do can calm that THING down. plus WE CAN LET DARRY B A LIL SELFISH, hell he would b pushed into being selfish by other ppl, b told by them to get dally to back off butttt lets b honest darry wouldnt do that for a multitude of reasons. he would feel bad for dally, i will say that☝🏽☝🏽dally would def see it as darry trying to tease him but no!!! he does feel true pity for dally, dally just hates that and would push him away so to save themselves both the issues, darry doesnt confront dally about it, supports him from afar

but yea👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽dallys going around trying to downplay what tim and darry have, stir the pot w something like “ik u accidentally say my name when u try saying his”, hes THATTTT type of ex

ANNYWAYSSS all of this would snowball in the end b in the hands of tim to decide, AND U KNOW WHAT??? i truly think he would go for darry

would dally ever get over it???nnnoooo i dont think he ever truly would, he would stop actively going out for tim mostly to not seem like a wimp thats on their knees begging to b given a second chance. dally could get another lover sure but never accept that tim rlly just “left him”, tims like ‘the one that got away/didnt know how good they had it w me’ to dally

MORAL OF THE STORY IS, dally is not emotionally mature and thats what tim needs to move forward in his life at the end of the day. dally doesnt get it, surprise surprise acts immature over tim moving on. no amount of empathy from tim or darry could fix that bc dally doesnt want that and acts like a pissy baby no matter how long time has passed

i hope this makes sense i have a headache and cant think properly💔💔

[rius-cave]

You've said from your lick.comic that Lucifer becomes attracted to Adam not long after and Adam is basically dealing with gay panic.

How long after that do they sleep together and how does it happen??

Ooohhh nonny

It wouldn't take too long after it. Hmmm, in fact, I have a comic planned down the line that fits very nicely as a continuation, I might tweak the script a bit to fit it better, so we'll see.

However that comic is gonna be kinda dub-cony and with some coercion so I'll propose an alternative if that's not your thing lol

After the events of that comic, Adam is effectively UNEASY around Lucifer. He can't even look him in the eye, he's actively avoiding him. He's apologized (begrudgingly) to Charlie and he's actually behaving well with the hotel gang.... Except when Lucifer is around. He gets pissy, short-fused, snappy, etc.

Lucifer meanwhile has the spark of attraction ignited inside of him, he looks at Adam with... Not uninterested eyes, but he has a much better hold of himself, he doesn't really act differently or is trying to seduce him further, it's just kind of in the back of his mind for now.

However he IS getting pissed off at Adam's attitude and how he's CLEARLY avoiding him. He briefly wonders if it's because he's just being a fucking brat.

This goes on for AT LEAST two weeks until Adam says something stupid and tries to flee from Lucifer's presence again and Lucifer is like "okay that's it".

Lucifer pulls Adam to a room with just the two of them alone and they have this discussion:

"okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fucking spill it."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go already!"

"Not until you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Come on it's been weeks."

"NOTHING! Goddammit-! This is fucking stupid!"

"Adam I'm not an idiot, please just-"

Lucifer tries to grab his arm but Adam flinches away from it.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU-!" he yells, loudly, and there's a very obvious blush on his face.

Lucifer looks at him, really looks at him, and then it all clicks for him.

"Holy shit, are you telling me-"

"IM NOT SAYING SHIT. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."

"No fucking way," Lucifer's face starts breaking into a smile. "For real? That little teasing got to you this bad?"

"I DON'T-! NO! SHUT UP!"

"Ohoho, this is so rich! Who would've thought!" Lucifer smirks, getting closer to Adam and adopting a much more flirty demeanor. "That the so called Dickmaster would want a piece of lil ol me?"

"SHUT UP FREAK, OF COURSE I DO NOT!"

"Hey, no judgement here, you should've just told me you needed to get laid that badly instead of piss and moan for days. Really buddy, it would've made things so much easier."

"LIKE HELL IT WOULD! I don't want you near me! Get away from me!"

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow but doesn't flinch, he starts circling Adam, as if he was prey. Adam just follows his shadow, still trying to hold on to his little secret. When Lucifer speaks again, it seems to come from everywhere at once.

"If you insist, I'll leave you alone for now. But really Adam, you just say the word and I'll make you reach Heaven again. I'll make you see more stars than you ever knew existed. See more colors than there are in the rainbow."

Adam gulps, and he panics internally when he realizes that he's starting to get hard. However, Lucifer doesn't seem to notice because then he feels Lucifer squeezing his ass, eliciting a yelp from him, and then next thing he knows Lucifer is back at the door frame, all the tension in the room dissipating.

"My door's always open! Well then, pal! Hope ya get your shit together! Don't make daddy mad~" he adds that last part with a velvety tone, and then disappears.

"Fuck..."

Not a full 24 hrs pass before Adam is knocking quietly in Lucifer's door (his new temporary room in the hotel) and Lucifer greets him with a smirk. They close and lock the door behind them. The end.

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

TGR CHAPTER 13 THOUGHTS

***also i forgot to add to the last posts but goes without saying THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS

- i have a full day at uni today so i won’t get to read much :/ gonna do my best tho

- the trojans having to lock down the campus and hire extra security to deal with reporters and busybodies oh boy u guys are practically foxes now!!

- random thought but i want everyone to know that pretty much everything i have learnt about american states (where they are, their names etc), how american high school/college to professional sports works, and the american college system has been because of reading aftg so thank u nora for that

- jean 🤝 neil

being passed around by their teammates in their first week of classes

“Shane left Jean with Xavier and Min instead, who turned him over to Nabil an hour later, and then Emma and Mads came to steal him away. Jeremy returned only ten minutes before Cody could stake a claim on Jean’s time.”

it’s just so funny to me

- “Knowing it had come off another man’s body made it twice as terrible.” *olivia rodrigo voice* jealousy, jealousy!!

- FALL BANQUET TIME LETS GOOOOO

- ok we are finally finding out more about jeremy’s past and why he doesn’t go to the banquets,, will check back in!

- also jean only looking at the articles about jeremy for his picture 😭

- “Not the kind of guy you wanted to get in an argument with back then, you know?” ok interesting interesting, getting to know past jeremy a little bit

- oh fuck.

oh jeremy. this is so much sadder than i expected. i cannot imagine how fucking guilty jere feels about his brothers death

- disregard my earlier excitement about the fall banquet i am now very sad and nervous

- jean saying he will ask jeremy for his past rather than listening to someone else tell him and saying he will protect jeremy at the banquet is soooo neil and andrew coded

- “ He’d gotten Neil through three weeks at the Nest; dragging Jeremy through one banquet would be easy. Having to behave would be the only difficult part.” :((

- “trust the man to never run out of anything to say.” so u called for jean

- “I will leave you behind at the next rest stop.” ​Jeremy’s smile was radiant and unafraid, and Jean had to look away even before Jeremy said, “You wouldn’t.” OKKKK I SEE U ANDREIL PARALLEL

- “I’m not learning French for anyone but you.” ​Getting kicked in the chest would be a little less painful. “ BE STILL MY BEATING HEART!!!!!!

- “They get you all the time. You should stay and gossip with us.” again, may i repeat, i fucking love derrick and derek

- “a ridiculous demand when there was nothing to gain from his company this far from a court.” absolutely devastating, someone let me kiss jean on the forehead and tell him he is worth more than just his ability to play

- jean offering to teach jere a phrase in french just so jere can use it if he wants to leave the banquet is so fucking wholesome and sweet

and then

“Jean mercilessly bullied him until he got it right.” ofc he did

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

- YES GOD PLS WATCH THE FOXES GAME IM BEGGING FOR MORE CRUMBS I MISS MY FAMIKY SO MUCH

- THE FOXES WON THEIR FIRST MATCH!!!!!

- rematch between the foxes and ravens is on my dads birthday that’s crazy

- “Jeremy couldn’t make the first move here no matter how desperately he wanted to tug a few more buttons loose.” jean is making jeremy lose his mind i love it

-“Jeremy would be lucky to know his own name when Jean was standing between his legs like this.” SHUT UPPP I CANT DEAL

- “No. Not to you.” LEAVE ME ALONE RN JEREMY WOULD NEVER LIE TO JEAN!!! HE WANTS JEAN TO BE ABLE TO TRUST HIM!!!

- “No. The details cannot matter tonight. You are my captain and my partner; that is all I need to know. I will stand with you against them.” ​“You and me against the world,” i think nora is actively trying to kill me

- wildcats captain: i’ve heard so much about u jean!

jean: i don’t fucking know u bitch don’t talk to me.

- guys i’m not so happy to confirm i was right about the drugs and that being one of jeremy’s big secrets. scared to find out more

- go fuck urself all the way to hell connors u piece of absolute dog shit

- jean defending the trojans is so neil and kevin coded

- torres our knight in shining armour we love and appreciate u!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

- “Let me fight him. I will make sure he never plays again.” When Jeremy only shook his head, Jean promised, “I will do it with no witnesses.”

- ok jean holding jeremy by his chin and making him look at jean is mirroring andrew’s neck hold for neil - they are grounding, a reminder that the other is there and a desire to be let in

- “Derek and Derrick brought over a gaggle of friends they’d made over the years, excited to show off their infamous teammate, and Jeremy heard Tanner hyping him up at one of the freshmen’s meet-and-greets.”

GODDDDD i actually can’t describe how happy this makes me like it’s exactly what jean deserves, for people to want to be friends with him to enjoy his company and be silly and playful with him

- “acouple players who’d studied French in high school or were currently taking it sneaked over to practice with Jean, and Jean gave them his undivided attention.” FUCKING ADORABLE

- Lmaooooo jean not wanting to speak to a signal person for a week post banquet is sooo me after extensive socialisation. i become a hermit

- fuck this faser guy, jere u deserve better

- “it all seemed so childish and self-centered compared to Jean’s more brutal tragedies.”

once again, please don’t compare your family/home life issues and trauma to others. u have endured enough without torturing yourself into thinking u don’t deserve to be upset about your problems and the way u were treated because u think that your experiences are not as bad as someone else’s. do not invalidate urself or ur feelings

- jesus fucking christ this is so fucking depressing. oh jere my heart goes out to u. the whole party and noah situation is such a tangled mess and at the heart of it all is jeremy’s guilt

- well that was a rollercoaster chapter

[berryhobii]

OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

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“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

~

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - July 3

teen angst anon, almost anon (new), dead name anon, long story short anon (new), midnights anon

teen angst anon

Hi! So I didn't copy/paste your update because, funnily enough, one of the places you're going- the second one?- I may be there at around the same time....I also have family who live there. Small world, right?

Anyway, it sounds like you're going to have a fun few weeks! I'm sorry about your phone, though. I had a similar thing happen where I dropped my phone in the rain and it SHATTERED. I had messages on it from some grandparents that had recently passed and it was really upsetting. I know how sad it can be to lose those things. Do you have an apple account? Sometimes you can get your text messages online and print them out!

I hope redoing your room goes well as well! <3

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almost anon

hi!! Thanks for taking the time to read this :))

I like this person and I have for a while now? I feel like I can talk to them about almost anything and I really really feel safe with them, which is big for me. Like regardless of platonic or romantic feelings, I know that they're really important to me and I wanna be around them for as long as they'll have me y'know?

But the thing is the almost. The one thing that I feel scared to talk to them abt is this thing that happened somewhat recently.

There's an activity (im not gonna say what bc they're in the marauders fandom and idk if they follow you, but if they do I'm fucked) that is really important to me, and i try to do it with all of my friends. They've refused every time I've asked them, so I was like ok maybe they're just shy and that's fair. I jokingly asked them if they wanted to do it with me at a party and they were like you know what, why not! And that was super awesome until they didn't do it at all, so I thought oh maybe they were just joking and o misread it, which does happen so thats fair! But then they were doing it with our other friend. So i asked them a bit later and they gave me some excuse, which was like ok maybe its genuine. Within a minute (and im not exaggerating bc there was a song im really familiar with playing) the other person asked them and they were so enthusiastic.

like, I want to talk to them about it but i feel like I don't really mean a lot to them after that, especially because they know what that activity means to me, so it feels like im just begging them for attention that they don't want to give me

Sorry that's like so much but thanks for reading it and if you have any advice...?

Thanks again :) ❤️

Hi!

I definitely think you have a right to feel hurt, here. That would make me feel some type of way, too. Like it makes you feel less prioritized.

However, I do wonder like....what's the activity? If it's something physical, for example, like maybe kissing, I think consent is more important and you have a lot less of a right to demand equal of it from your friend, just because they do it with someone else. That's the type of thing where consent can be withdrawn at anytime, no matter how much it sucks. But if it's like...playing a game of cards, then I feel like that makes your friend a bit more of the asshole in this situation.

I hope I'm making sense, here? If you want to inbox me and tell me what the activity is, I can always respond without copying your ask!

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dead name anon

Hey, It's dead name anon!

I do think it's similar. I came out to her when I was fifteen, and her first reaction (after telling me that it had time to change) was outing me to her family (cue a year of all of them debating my entire existence, basically). At the time I changed my pronouns and not my name, and they said that I would always be my assigned gender at birth, that I was annoying for all the labels that I have (three), that it wasn't real, that I just needed to find the right person etc.

Hey so this is queerphobic and transphobic. But we both know that.

I didn't really realise it was bad until friends got worried about it.

My father was pretty chill about it, I kind of just dropped it on him and left (just a text saying "hey, btw I'm [labels]). He didn't care much aside from trying to make a veiled threat that if he accepted me as I was, I should accept him as he is (a generally bad person).

WILD take. Not true, but absolutely wild. Did he vote for trump, perhaps?

A few years later I decided to change my name, and the only family members I told were my father and my half sister, they both genuinely made an effort (in front of me at least) and I asked them both to dead name me to my mother but not misgender me.

Cue last summer, my mother learned that I wanted to change my name legally and got angry that she didn't know it when my father did. Said that she had a right to know because she was my mother, that she wouldn't misgender me if I told her, that strangers (my father's girlfriends) knew it when she didn't, and why didn't I trust her etc.

Fuck that. Your mother doesn't have the right to know anything you don't want to tell her, as long as you're SAFE. Parents have the right to know safety info, medical info, etc. Things to take care of you. But if you don't want to come out, you don't have to.

At some point, my father and I got into an argument and we stopped talking. Next thing I know he's sending texts to my mother misgendering me and not dead naming me.

My mother basically demanded to use my name, and then outed it to her family (again). She then called me to tell me what she'd done and that most of them would still dead name me, and misgender me. The excuse being that they are too old and it's not from their generation (a lie but whatever), even though they're the kind of people that always say that one is never too old to learn and change.

This is a shit excuse. Age has nothing to do with ability to respect someone.

Last time we saw each other, I told my mother that my 'coming out' was not a good memory at all. That I did not appreciate how it all went down and that it was the main reason I didn't want to see her family (I live far away from all of them). I told her that ignorance does not excuse transphobia or queerphobia in general, and that she didn't even apologise. She said that that was how the family was, that I should accept it, that I could be worse, and that I was being dramatic. She then said that she's learned since and that her comments were not transphobic. That she thought it was a phase then, but now it's been a while so maybe it's not. And that she had nothing to apologise for because she researched it all ( not a single testimony from a queer person, and most of what she told me she read was treating queer people as lesser people).

"It could be worse" is so invalidating. She WAY being trans- and queerphobic, and her not acknowledging it just makes it so much worse.

This got really long, sorry 😅. All this to say that it probably does have something to do with my reaction. (And also that if your family doesn't accept you for who you are your friends definitely will)

I let comments throughout your ask because I have THOUGHTS ^^^

I'm glad you know you deserve respect <3 And I'm glad you have friends who respect you.

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long story short anon

Long story short: I think I might be going crazy.

Short story long: My reflection doesn't belong to me. Or something like that. If I look at a mirror I know logically that that is my face but it never seems right. I am not making any sense sorry. Last night I was at my desk and I looked up at the window and I saw my reflection and had a moment of panic because my brain jumped to thinking there was some stranger looking through my window. It only lasted a second, reason kicked in a moment later. This isn't the first time this has happened either, this is the third in the past two months. Even when it's not as dramatic as that, just looking into the mirror is always an odd experience because I know that's me but it doesn't look like me and I don't even know what "me" looks like if it isn't that.

Sorry I'm rambling. I don't even know why I came to you for this. Anyway, thoughts?

Hi!

Well, I'm not a doctor or even close to an expert. I think it kind of depends where the feeling is coming from? Like my first thought was dysphoria or dysmorphia, but there are other things that can cause this feeling, too. Do you have a doctor, therapist, or psychiatrist you can talk to? I'm not at ALL saying you're crazy, that just sounds like a very unpleasant feeling and if a doctor can help you figure out the why, then they can help you figure out how to help!

Just know that you're not the first person to experience this, though. <3

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midnights anon

Hi Cas, :]

It’s midnights anon again. Thank you for the kind words, it’s nice to know that I’m not crazy, you know? I always feel like I’m going crazy when my parents freak over things I do, like eating

The teen thing really spooked me so I went shopping with my mum. I was scared because it was basically just a ton of older teens who knew eachother/were related to eachother hanging out in a school gym… so I chickened out. I’m kind of disappointed in myself but my parents say they’re proud of me.

I went to the writers thing and wrote for over an hour straight, it was awesome! I really REALLY wanna show someone my progress and give me advice but I’ve asked like, 20 people and they never follow through. It’s kind of why I want to make new friends over this summer as well. Connections around shared interests and all that jazz

I found an app that shows all the cool local things happening in my area that I can head to and I’m really grateful for it. I never knew there was a watercolor get-together for anyone to show up to on Wednesdays, or poetry night on sundays!

I’ve been trying to follow your advice about not overthinking and stressing myself out with my existence over the summer. Trying not to force the idea of a “fixed ideal” version of me onto myself. And it’s hard, but I’m trying so I guess that counts?

I’ve been trying to be kinder, and do things that make me happy, and not just placated. And I think I’m doing good but it’s hard to feel when nobody else notices.

But I still feel so lonely. I’m kind of questioning if friendships just aren’t meant for me? I’m not gonna give up, but, I’m scared of myself because I’ve neve been myself around another person before. I’m scared Cas.

If I don’t know who I am yet then what if I don’t deserve love?

But yeah I know, it’s just the bad thoughts talking, and that it’s just my head messing with me and stuff…

Agh I don’t know what I’m saying really. I’m going crazy, I fear.

But I’ll be fine. One day I’ll be 25 years old and I’ll have an apartment, a found-family, a therapist, meds that will make the act of breathing less of a burden. I’ll be fine one day.

Thanks for reading my deranged ramblings. You’re a very welcoming person and your kindness shines through every answer to every ask people send you.

(P.S. I’m getting good at the guitar I told you about! I just ordered a capo and it’s coming soon. also, I’ve been watching Steven Universe and that show makes me feel a lot less bad about my meandering throughout my days. Steven just reads, or watches TV, or just goes out about in the world, he’s all silly and wholesome, and the show makes it a point to say that all of that is perfectly fine. Human being not human doing.

Bye bye!)

Hi!

It sounds like you're working really hard, and I'm so proud of you. You're absolutely right that someday, life will be different, and things will be better. Remember that there will be ups and downs, and to enjoy the ups, and ride out the downs.

You absolutely DO deserve love. I think it's just sometimes hard to make friends when sometimes people are very surface-level. It's hard to find people who like the same things, have the same values, want the same things...it sucks. But it IS possible, and it WILL happen.

I'm proud of you for working on the guitar and for your writing! If you ever want to send anything to me, feel free! I can't guarantee Ill be helpful, but I can be encouraging!

As far as the daydreaming from your second ask...yeah, I've been there. Could you use it to help your writing? Turn those daydreams into stories?

Sending love <3

[valentine-writes]

Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

[mayoshifts]

where i’ve been 🫣

HI GUYS. it’s been a while. so much has happened in my life within the past two-three months so i haven’t been able to post often (it’s lowkey been giving me anxiety too)☹️ BUT TRUST IM TRYING TO GET BACK TO NORMAL. anyways here’s a bit of an explanation as to why i’ve been dead for a while.

so like in late march is when my posts started to die down a bit and it’s bcs of my shoulder injury. i got into a bad accident with an 18 wheeler in december and have been experiencing chronic pain (my shoulder hurts as i write this) 🥲

fast forward to june and it’s only gotten worse. i’m losing feeling in my left arm, having excruciating pain in my shoulder and can barely hold things with my left hand. i need major surgery to fix the nerve dmg and my shoulder, which is thankfully, being paid for by my lawyers. my mom also had to have shoulder surgery so we’re both kinda cooked right now

throughout all of this i’ve been trying to balance school also WHICH LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED ME. the 5th is my last day thank god idk how i made it. i can’t really enjoy it tho bcs i still have to volunteer at my school for the first 3 weeks of summer in order to make up the days i’ve missed from having hospital visits and procedures. my grades dropped overall but i managed to pass all my classes with an a/b average (def more b’s than a’s tho)

on the plus side i’m gonna be rich soon so!!!! 🕺🏽💃🏽💃🏽🕺🏽🎉🥳👏🎊

it’s really funny bcs for the longest time i’ve wanted to manifest having millions of dollars and i’ve never been specific as to how i’d get it, i just trusted that it would happen l. this situation definitely wasn’t expected but it is what it is

speaking of manifestation and all that fun stuff, i lowkey fell out of shifting. JUST FOR THE TIME THOUGH!!! i am back and ready to get back into my shifting journey. throughout the time period of me being inactive/slow, i had so many mental health issues and wasn’t comfortable doing anything shifting related bcs i didn’t think it would be smart to do something so emotional(?) while being so vulnerable. i’m still working on repairing my mental health to a reasonable state, but i’m starting to feel more comfortable with the idea of shifting again.

AND WITH THAT, I WILL BE MORE ACTIVE NOW!! ITS SUMMER AND TRUST YOU WILL BE SICK OF ME!!!! i have an ask that i still need to finish, so that’ll be my main priority but i’ll also post little things on the side until then!!!

i missed y’all so much!

toodles 🕺🏽🕺🏽🕺🏽💃🏽💃🏽

[sebas-chan-butler]

hii!!! i was looking for some information about terminated blogs and came across your post. im very glad that you managed to restore your account, can imagine what a relief that could be🥹

i would like to ask for some advices on how to restore it if you dont mind?🥹😭🙏 my second blog was terminated yesterday for no reason and im honestly going nuttsss bc support just doesn't seem to work at all !!!😭 if not - no big deal, in that case im just glad that your acc is doin well hehe🩷

Hi love! Sorry for long wait but I couldn't do it before cause I was outside whole day! I know how every minute of this termination hell is so I wanted to give you answer ASAP! Let's go by some order I would say...It supposed to be easy, right? You just submit tumblr ticket and done - they will response and give you your blog back? It should be but not happening😶It's true that some people had it on this easier way but I feel like more of us is going through hell to submit ticket 🤣There goes my story: First - The Tumblr ticket you send needs to be reflected with automatic email from tumblr, saying they are working on your problem. If you don't get it after 1-2min from sending, it means it didn't reach Tumblr support team. What's the trick here is that:

a) it can be because of your email b) or because of category you are choosing a) I submitted Tumblr ticket from 7 different emails under category "Terminated account" and nothing worked. I wasn't suspicious about category until I used all emails. I thought there's no way I can't sent TT from any email. Then I started changing categories. I've tried them all. But still, two emails couldn't pass at all. One of them is email which is connected to my terminated account. Another was email I used to make my new account so I can reach support and advice from people here. My conclusion is that you can expect immediately that those won't work, especially first cause Tumblr blocked it together with your blog. Use another mail, another category. b) The crazies thing for me was - why category "Terminated acc" isn't working? So I used another email and another "Report bug or chars" ctgr, expecting noothing cause I was tired of sending tickets and receiving nothing. BUT I MADE IT! With another email and another category. So conclusion is - try and mix everything until you get that automatic response on email. Use any category cause it doesn't mater what will you put - most important thing is that Tumblr support team gets your message. You just need to describe what happened and how your blog got terminated and that's all! Response - I was waiting on them 5 working days from successful sending that ticket. They answered, saying that I should go on email which is connected to my terminated blog to read their final decision, which was, of course, that my blog is active again and it was blocked due some mistake. Ah, that happiness was so big🥰 I also sent Tumblr message on Insta and Twt but I don't think that's necessary especially because they don't read those messages🤣So don't waste your time and nerves! There was advice that I should post my problem on reddit, here - and I did but tbh, Idk can that really help to reach tumblr support team faster. It was more useful for me to share experience with people and collect advices. But I had some questions and no one could asnwer them cause my case was so frustrating, as you can se. So, I am happy that I can give you people whole thing at one place, I hope it will help🤗 Also, you will read on reddit many bad cases and scenarios where people sent and did everything they could but still they haven't received any response. That's why I was so nervous and I was even crying, thinking how I am doomed cause when you see that someone submitted ticket easily and got response for 2 hours - what else can you think? So my advice also would be to take your case separately. It took me 5 days but maybe it's gonna be faster for you? Or slower? You never know with them. Submit the ticket and be patient. I wish you the best and if you get your blog back, tell me!!

Good luck🙏💯✨

[moonyskarma]

FRUIT ASK GAME . . . marauders dr 🍒 original questions by @jadeshifting

🍋 TERRIBLY SOUR LEMON … who’s your least favorite person in your DR? a poisonous ex, a toxic professor—maybe someone who tried to straight up murder you. who do you truly go sour in the face at the thought of?

voldemort. so like, can he die already? ALSO CAN HE STOP TRYING TO RECRUIT ME? like if im not gonna be dumbledore's personal seer i'm certainly not gonna be yours fuck off. genuinely he just.. is so awful. i am not looking forward to being face to face with wizard hitler.

🍎 SHINY RED APPLE … what are you the absolute best at in your DR? the thing that, when people need help with it, they let out the most gigantic sigh of relief when you walk in the room—everyone knows you do it best

not to brag but im kind of really fucking smart. complicated spells, ancient texts, runes, all of it. give me. exams are easy, passed with flying colors without needing to reread the book. not usually the first hand raised in class, but the one who's going to get it right.

🍓 SUGAR SWEET STRAWBERRY … what’s the most romantic, sugar-sweet moment you’ve had or will have in your DR? something so terrifically soft and perfect it could’ve come straight from a wild strawberry patch

oh lord. i'm going to have to talk about sirius, here. golden hour in the astronomy tower, alone. sirius, appearing, laying a blanket on the tower floor and pulling me onto it, a flask of firewhiskey in his hand. a teasing, gentle look as he tells me i've got "that faraway look", and i'm somewhere he can't reach. me, tired, saying he's the only one who can reach. sirius kissing me, and suddenly nothing else matters. not the prophecies, not barty, or regulus, or anybody else. it's just me and sirius.

🍆 DEEP UMBER EGGPLANT … what’s the most thrilling fantasy you have about your lover in your DR? no information is too much or too little, it’s all according to your comfort—a midnight rendezvous, a sudden vacation for two, or maybe just a night in with one-or-two extra glasses of wine and hanging out :)

i don't have a lover (yet). it's more of a "we'll see where this goes", you know? regardless.. i love my scenarios so here you go.

sirius. winter break, at the potters, when he decides we're going somewhere. taking me to a cottage he inherited from god knows who, tucked between the sea and jagged cliffs. staying up all night drinking wine from the bottle and trading stories, wearing his too-big sweater as he looks at me like i'm the only person in the world.

regulus. the library. pulling him into the restricted section. we've snuck in—moonlight filtering through stained glass, regulus pressing his favorite book into my hands, letting me read his scribbled notes in the margins. hands brushing, eyes meeting, daring me to kiss him. so.. i do.

barty. we always seem to fight before we kiss. probably about the war, or some stupid plan of barty's that's going to get us both in trouble. wands out, voices raised, a hex that hits the wall over my shoulder. silence. and then he kisses me like he's still fighting. always too much, too rough. maybe we stay in the room of requirement that night.

🥝 FUZZY BURST KIWI … what’s something about you in your DR that people wouldn’t expect to be true? it doesn’t quite line up, some fabulous detail about you. when people find out, they’re positively shocked

people look at me and see what i put out. sarcasm. chaos incarnate. the cursed one with eyes that see too much. laughs to loud, overcompensating for the waking nightmares that don't stop.

what they don't see is that i'm a hopeless fucking romantic. like, delusional delirium kind of romantic. journals full of poetry and pressed flowers, hauntingly whispered confessions between kisses before hexing someones shoelaces together.

🥭 TROPICAL LUSH MANGO … what adds the most dynamic, vibrant color to your DR? a person, a place, an activity, a part of your identity—its presence lights up your existence there like sun rays on a blank canvas

the marauders. james, the golden sun. sirius, the star. remus, the moonlight. me, the storm, i guess. pranks and shared cigarettes and drunken party nights. almost constant laughter, and cracking up in classes, and running through the corridors because a prank made us late for class.

🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

The House of Calloway. Twelve years old, home for winter break. Sitting in the back garden under a holly-covered arch in a black coat and scarf. A book about animagi in my pocket. Wand in hand, promising myself I'd get out—I wouldn't turn out like my parents. I'd be more than that. I'd be free.

🍈 HONEY BLISS CANTALOUPE … what’s your favorite season in your DR? do you enjoy sun-drenched summers, an exhilarating back to school time in autumn, or perhaps some particularly festive Christmas traditions that make the wintertime special?

autumn! always autumn. Hogwarts in wine red and deep orange, crunched leaves beneath boots. James and Sirius shoving each other into leaf piles and turning up to class with leaves in their hair. Barty always looking like he's just gone through a thunderstorm with windswept hair, and Regulus looking out the windows like he can read the wind. The first Quidditch games of the year, finally back on the broom. i freaking love autumn.

🍒 BLOODRED CHERRIES … what is your biggest fear in your DR? you don’t have to get deep if you don’t wanna—it can be as small and horrifying as a spider or the dark. something that truly rattles you to your bones

the thought that one day, the people i love won't be there. whether it be by my own hand or another. the thought of everything i have slipping through my fingers like sand.

🥑 EARTHY AVOCADO … what’s the most comforting part of your daily routine in your DR? it’s grounding—something that no matter where you are or what you have going on, will always give you reprise and solace

my notebook. always in my pocket, always there for me to scribble something down. every morning a new dream to write on a fresh page, notes in the margins trying to figure out what it means. if anyone where to read it, it'd probably not make much sense. but to me, it does. it's always there.

🫐 DEWY BLUEBERRIES … what’s your comfort meal or dessert in your DR? maybe it’s something your parents make for you, something you order from room service while you’re reclined in a hotel room, or something simple you prepare for yourself—it makes you feel better the second you sink your teeth into it

bangers and mash. i fucking love bangers and mash. effie makes the best bangers and mash, it's utterly mouthwatering. like you can taste the love she put into it. and somehow, it tastes exactly the same when i have it at hogwarts. like? how? the fuck? elf magic, i guess.

🍑 OVERRIPE PEACH … what kind of a future do you imagine for yourself in your DR? white picket fence material, with marriage and a couple kids? perhaps childless but continuing on your adventures til old age, or all of the above?

A future that's ... soft. I want two kids, a boy and a girl. A home like the Potter's, that's full of love and loyalty. Waking up next to my lover (whoever that ends up being) every morning. My friends, still surrounding me. Remus reading to the children, Sirius buying them their first brooms. James being the best uncle, Cara being back in my life, the aunt to my children. Peace.

🍌 SUNNY BANANA … what’s a piece of art, literature or music that truly moved you in your DR? perhaps something that shaped your identity, something that you enjoy for purely academic reasons, or just your favorite

Life on Mars? by David Bowie. My song.

"It's a god-awful small affair // to the girl with the mousy hair" — my early life, as a Calloway. Not fitting into that life at all.

"but her mother is yelling no // and her father has told her to go" — rather self explanatory, I fear?

"but the film is a saddening bore // for she's lived it ten times or more" — prophecies. seeing the same thing over and over and knowing there's no way to change what's coming. Like i'm always playing a different role.

"it's a heartache // and it’s a dream" — literally my life, between worlds, between visions.

"is there life on mars?" — trying to find the answers, knowing there are none. or maybe knowing that i am the answer, but not knowing what to do with that knowledge.

🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

i'll start with my prophecies. growing up being told i'm "cursed" definitely had an impact on what i chose to tell people, but inevitably i couldn't hide it when i'd warn my friends that something was going to happen—and it happened.

also. whatever the fuck is happening in my love life. like that's a whole thing that nobody can know. everybody likes guessing, though. making up their own interpretations of why i was seen with barty, or regulus, or sirius.

🥥 SUN-KISSED COCONUT … what would your ideal vacation be in your DR? a tropical getaway, with white sand and bungalows? a secluded retreat into the foggy mountains? where would you go, and who would you bring with you?

probably some secluded beach? with clear, warm water where i can see the bottom (i'm scared of the ocean um). relatively untouched by tourists, where i could walk up and down the beach for miles and see nobody else. maybe i'd bring regulus, actually. stargazing on the beach under moonlight, a rare moment of peace.

🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

regulus — he's so.. calming. always brings me out of my head when it's too much. he's so.. soft, in the way he cares. he'll never outright say he does, but i can tell. in the way he'll read and annotate my favorite books to try and understand me a bit better, the way he remembers little facts about me that everybody else seems to ignore.

barty — there's this energy, when he's near. like a buzz. he's so intense. sometimes that's overwhelming, too much, but most of the time it's enough to make my head stop spinning, enough that i focus on just him and not my prophecies or the war or sirius or anything else.

sirius — every day with him is like an adventure. laughter that fills the air, the way he always seems to know exactly when i want to be left alone. he also has this uncanny ability to know exactly when i want to be left alone but shouldn't be.

🍍 SPIKY BOLD PINEAPPLE … if your life in your DR had a color palette, what would it look like? perhaps pastels, or a range of jewel tones? maybe a collection of shades that seem totally random, but that make perfect sense just to you

maroon. navy. emerald green. gold. silver. charcoal gray.

🍐 MELLOW PEAR … what’s a dream or goal you’re pursuing in your DR? it could be as small as reading more often, or going out with your friends more, or as large as saving the entire cosmic universe. whatever you’re working towards!

stopping voldemort. reclaiming a future he tried to take from us, from me. the knowledge that i have to. that it will be me. that the shadowed figure in my visions will be me.

🍇 TART PURPLE GRAPES … if you could bottle the scent of your favorite memories in your DR, what would the notes be? base notes of parchment and ink for your academic pursuits? middle notes of jasmine and rose petals for a lover you hold close to your heart? perhaps top notes of sea salt and sand for a place you find solace in?

crisp autumn air, perhaps a hint of cigarette smoke — hogwarts, where everything is right. fresh parchment, ink, leather — the library. firewood, whiskey — the common room.

🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

probably hogsmeade? me and my marauders, laughing too loud, shoving each other around. bags of sweets from honeydukes, a couple of things from zonko's for our next prank.

or, on a more sentimental note—the astronomy tower. me and reg's spot, where nights are more stargazing than sleeping. where the stars know our secrets, and the moon hears our prayers.

🍋‍🟩 ZESTY SOUR LIME … do you have any scars in your DR? a little mark on your knee from a childhood mishap on a scooter, or some gigantic mark left as proof of your world-saving tendencies—one that tells a story, big or small

clawmarks on my left hip. from remus. he didn't mean it, of course. it's almost a reminder of how i push people. something i probably deserved, having pushed and pushed until he snapped. a scar on my collarbone—likely from a fight. a scar on my upper lip, another fight, another wound i never let fully heal.

i promise this is the last one about this dr... for now. this is so much fun and this game?? is so cute????? im obsessed

okay i lied i kind of want to do one more. um. sorry?

[ratboyblake]

i feel like i’m on crunch time. i paused for a year and my brain and body are pushing me to make and make and think about making and i have been at a standstill and it’s all been building in my mind demanding for me to make and i don’t do it. i have to do it i have to be an active participant in my own dream.

when i do, while i’m doing i’m different. there’s something inside me that could spend days doing, making, working on a project, or two or three. and when i am letting that something inside do what it wants i feel so motivated. like i need more. how can i just keep dropping and picking up something that fills me up so much. it feeds itself, how dare i let that flame ever dwindle. i get so caught up in my responsibilities and routines and day to days that it feels like i blink and months have passed and i’m begging myself to just pick up a pencil and do the bare minimum of imagining again.

if i want to be the person that i know i am i have to make. anything and everything. i want to feel clay under my nails. i want to know the way metal heats and cools by heart. it’s all there for me to learn and make and do. there’s more that i don’t even know that i want to learn yet. i’ve always craved it.

working retail has really helped me bide my time and build soft skills. i know how to work hard and fast and keep track of a million things and try to keep so many different types of people happy while trying not to lose my own sense of self. i’ve learned self motivation the last few years. finding joy and creative outlets and excitement and futures in mundane spaces that ask so much more of me than they give back. i am passionate and a hard worker and that has come with unforeseen side effects. this sucking black hole in the center of corporations. i’m inching closer and closer to it with each year of company loyalty. this is a whole other universe i can’t explore right now. my point is that the path I’m heading down, the one i have been heading down for years, is toward something i don’t want. it’s empty. pointless. i fear retribution for even making concrete vague ramblings about this. what if big brother is watching, waiting to give me a stern but gentle discussion about how i should police my tone, even off company time.

i’ve been saying for years that i’m just doing this until i’m ready to commit to art. it’s time to admit to myself that i’m ready and do it. put in the work. put everything i’ve practiced and worked on internally and externally to good use. make stuff. that’s all i want in this world. and i can do it. i have to play the balancing act. work and make and learn and fulfill my responsibilities. i know i can do it, i’ve been practicing for this too. bits and pieces here and there and suddenly six years later i look around and i’m here and ready and willing and rearing to go. i need to take advantage of the want and the opportunities around me. it’s time.

ok…uhhh…bye.

i’m working on an art collection. im gonna post about it.

[crazylittlejester]

okay so, about that wars twilight au...

there is ONE thing i need to know..

will wars go cliff diving..... would he be the type to do that just like bella did because she was so upset over her breakup with edward </3

also i firmly believe that even if edward is all in his head trying to tell him not to do dangerous things, wars, sorta like bella did, would potentially go out and try to do risky things just to piss him off because i swear i've seen you say that he hates edward????? im a little jumbled but oh well this is just so funky and silly to me

If Wars is going cliff diving it’s because he wants to do so, bonus points if Edward gets really pissed at him. If he wants to fling himself off a cliff it’ll be for HIM, not some man. He wouldn’t do it just to piss of Edward if it was something he didn’t already wanna do

Wars doesn’t like Edward, not romantically. Maybe eventually they could be friends, but he’s unnerved by how obsessed with him Edward is, he doesn’t want to be desired like that, it makes him uncomfortable. His main goal is getting home to the others 😭 He is trapped here against his will he ain’t lookin for a boyfriend

And i completely agree, if Edward ever pulls the “no you cant do that it’s dangerous” card shit, Wars is gonna find a way to make the activity 40x more dangerous and do it anyway because he does what he wants

Also he’s 27 trapped in the body of a 16 yo, so he’s gonna have fun where he can

I love the headcanon he’s afraid of heights, and MY biblically accurate Warriors would pass out and FALL off the edge if he ever got up that high, just out of fear, but I might let this Wars enjoy recreational cliff jumping because he deserves a little treat :)

im havin a blast thinking of all the funny shit Wars can have a chance to do in this au