#its been a while since i posted anything at all

[urfavhecate]

I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

[hrrtshape]

hi ema! i came up with an idea for a method, and it plays off of your anti-method so ofc i had to share. i also have a bit of an odd request

this is an extension (?) of your method, and some slight (okay, more than slight, apologies in advance) ramblings. if you wanted to take full credit and use this for a post, you can have 100%. i might throw a lot out there, so apologies in advance

a little pre context- i have adhd and maladaptive daydream a lot. i decided to try and find a way to use that to my advantage, to the fullest extent (im stuck home alone for a week, just came back from one dr, dying of boredom (my husband is away, its a travesty) and am currently setting up the next, and literally have nothing better to do)

in my hogwarts university vampire dr (if you want to hear more im dying to talk about it), adhd is a superpower. not literally, but, one of the things i altered about my dr is that the power to create spells and charms is manifestation based, no books needed. hogwarts is less hogwarts and more of a place that people who live forever or at least for a really long time can go to be updated on the updated knowledge of intertwining magic into society through art and music and architecture and astronomy and potions etc etc

sorry that was a total tangent- anyways, adhd is a superpower because it gives you the ability to focus on multiple things at once- in fact, sometimes its even extremely beneficial to have multiple stimuli- so this works in tandem with that, rather than fighting against it

in this reality, maladaptive daydreaming and adhd can be bestfriends, and that can also be so so beneficial when used with intention and present-minded focus. you can quite literally hold multiple existing realities in your head simultaneously while also going about your day to day life? like, thats bonkers, absolutely nutso

with that: you gave us the anti-method, and now i give you, the castle method

what is it? the castle method draws inspiration from the main character from the tv show, convientiently also named castle. okay so check it out, castle writes crime novels based (a near 1:1 ratio, like same circumstances different font) off of true stories from his life as a police-consultant who works with a detective

the castle method is essentially doing the same thing. the same way an author or any writer would do, you spend time interacting with your "creation" (creation in parenthesis since creation is technically finished and anything you can imagine already exists etc. etc.) while going about your day to day life. this would just be doing it with the intention of strengthening the feelable (through feelings, emotions, states) connection to ones dr self

i.e. use your 3d to aid in your creation, rather than writing it off

I also like to imagine inception vibes, where one reality is simply coexisting right on top of another one while doing this. its not about making one reality stronger than another, its about entertaining both simultaneously.

the part where it ties into your anti-method, is that while imagining these things throughout the day, you treat them as memories, because they are- that "scene" already exists as a memory, point blank period.

because law of assumption is all about assuming that the desire has been fulfilled, this is also good for people who feel the need to check the 3d. by connecting to the dr memories through the connected feeling or emotion or state, its just taking advantage of a natural bridge between realities that one can simply walk back and forth from

if you ever played jump the creek as a kid, its kind of like that. its a game where two jump ropes are layed parallel to each other. kids take turns jumping the gap, and once every person has gone, the gap widens

this method is like that- getting practice holding both realities simultaneously, in small and increasing increments, the same way shifters who've already shifted have and do when they come back from a dr- meaning it should also help shifters who haven't shifted with the "act as if" aspect, not only in regards to their dr, but their identity as a sucessful shifter as well

i hope this finds you well!

this is literally genius, oh my god. you’re taking what the brain already does.....compartmentalising, storytelling, daydreaming, and making it work for you instead of against you. love how it builds off the anti-method too, treating dr memories as memories instead of something far away. also, the jump the creek analogy??? MHM. stunning. shifting isn’t about brute force; it’s just stretching that bridge a little wider each time.

tl;dr for people who want to use it:

the castle method is about treating your dr like an author would treat their story. interacting with it through your 3d, instead of separating the two. think of your dr like a memory that already exists and let it coexist with your daily life, kind of like running two realities at once (inception vibes). the more you do this, the easier it becomes to ‘jump the creek’ and shift naturally.

[stormblessed95]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

All of this is just like okay fine whatever. Here is your platform for these opinions. You don't really want me or my thoughts, you want my platform and my validation. Here ya go. (Mostly a general you here for all the asks I get in a similar nature to this, sorry)

I'm really only posting this because I'm tired as fuck of people going just look at face off, alone, all his dark feelings, how could he be in a happy lovey dovey healthy long term relationship? Which I'm paraphrasing anon, I know, but this was the gist of your point in that section.

When I'm living breathing proof that it's possible.

Personal time: I have the best partner in the world. I love him with my whole being. I have been with him since I was a teenager. We have gone through all sorts of changes and self discovery together. I also STILL occasionally struggle with self harm and wanting to kill myself. In fact, the only reason I'm still alive and not actively TRYING to off myself is because I don't want to traumatize my children and husband. I have crippling depression. I related to some of those darker feelings from FACE immensely. So you are inadvertently invalidating my own relationship by saying this, which I do kinda take offense to. And anyone who struggles with their mental health, all their relationships too.

So that's all. I just really needed at least one person to realize what an unfair and unnuanced take that part is. Everything else, sure. Agree to disagree friend. I'm all for it. You think Jimin is single but still love Jikooks bond, that's literally all I care about and I can coexist with you happily in a Jikook/bts bubble. 💜

(sorry this maybe got dark and triggering. I promise I'm working on dealing with my shit)

[your-favourite-yapper]

popular girl mary x loser pandora mentioned

OK so this is sorta the same universe as this post (self plug)(trigger warning: outingand murder and suicide and murder)

so in like primary mary was like sorta bullied and in the late primary school area she gets paired off (by the tr bc noone wanted to offer to pair up w her) w this weird blonde haired and big blue eyes and ...are those bugs? g r e a t.

So yea they pair up and Mary on one hand does not Like pandora bc while yea maty IS a loser she's trying to not be one while pandora dgaf on the other hand pandora is maybe the onky person in the school who's like less cool than mary soooo maybe if mary makes fun of pandora she'd gain social points??

And so the project continues and pandora says the weirdest shit ever and when ppl smirk and snort at her she throws bugs at them and when mary asks her avt the project she replies w the most random sentences ever and is always practically vibrating w manic energy and this is how a convo bn them would go

M "mrs hannah says we need to show her the draft by sunday can u do Sunday"

P "my hands are so dizzy rn. I think its bc of the rainbo2 bugs i ate today"

But also one secret hidden part of mary wishes she was like pandora who Gen could care less abt what ppl think and talks abt her bugs and doesn't flinch when the students snicker at her when she starts her sentences w "greetings " and she doesn't feel embarass3d dor walking around on her own gasping at the walls of the school and singing the national anthem and yeah

And once mary has pandora over and pandora doesn't seem phased by Mary's whiny Lil siblings and the fact that her dad is out like 90% of the time working his ass off and so noones home and doesn't seem phased when they have to eat Ramen for dinner infant she even asks for ketchup to add on it

And Mary makes run of pandora to her friends but once again she takes things So Far she litr made fun of the underwear she saw In pandoras drawer from that time she was in her house for the project and everyone was like "mary that was kinda mean" and Mary's so confused bc she thought it was normal and once again she is an outsider

Ev mady goes to hs and she's starting to be Cool and once she's sure peter (another person from her primary in her hs) won't say anything abt the "old her" she begins to completely destroy her sense of self and just becomes a new person entirely and in fact forgets all abt pandora (not rlly)

And then.

Guess who transferred.

Guess. Who. Fucking. Transferred.

Pandora.

UGHHSGJ <- mary rn

after trying so hard to keep primary in the past, the ONE person she would have bated to come back to her hs is pandora

And the rzn she came here is bc she like, set her school on fire ""on accident"" and so she goes to the hs and yeah and Mary's like whatever we probably won't interact and Mary's so mean to pandora when pando4a tries talking to her She walks past her w her friends and tells her friends she's "just a loser" loudly so pandora can hear her and we'll pandora IS tech a loser in hs too BUT u kno how the school heretical structure is acc more common in middle school and not hs?? Yeah. Quiete a few ppl think pandoras funny and well since pandora has never cared on what ppl think of her She litr is unaffected but mary is SEETHINGGG bc how??? Mary has been training for the social heirchacial structure in hs her entire life and this bozo just got popular (not rlly) for no rzn????

And rmmbr how mary wants to do robotics ?? She goes into advanced phy and NONE of her main friends are there but she has many casual friends she could sit w right? But today somehow maty was running kate SKMEONE had shoveled snow infornt of her house (wonder who...) And well she enters the class late and everyone is in their sea5s...paired up...excpet ....pan fucking dora

So she sits next to her and can feel the eyes on her (noone cares) and to make things worse the tr said this is their perm seat chart and Mary thinks well they don't have to talk do they? And the tr gave them a group oroject...great

And pandora isn't oblivious so she knows what Mary's doing to her but doesn't care bc she thinks mary is hot and pandora is still weird but like more mature and she like I said has the MAJOR hots for mary but maary is so focused on popularity its sad so pandora will help her and see!! She's a good person!!

And so pandora arranges meetings for the projects in outdoor parks and enjoys watching mary squirm as pandora approaches her in the school hallway and those meetings in parks pandora ON PURPOSE keeps distracting mary and mary is so weirded as fuck looking at pandora w her face scrunched up and koyth slightly agape bc what type of bullshit is this bitch ssaying?? Qnd she forgets abt doing the project and pandora feels so proud bc mary litr would nvr do that 4 any1 else

And pandora let's mafy tmi to her and infact tmis BACK even tho she typically doenst like doing that and mary likes this (and of mary after realizing that pandora does this, strategically tmis not so embarrassing info and starts collecting embrassing info on pandora well...thats not here nir there is it 😇)and pandroa wasn't as Abad as she was in primary bc even tho she dgaf she has had to tone down a bit of her acc personality

And in one of their inc stupid convos pandora casually says she's bi and Mary's like wait how do u kno and pandora tells her and Mary's like u can't love girls AND boys and pandoras like nu uh and then she kisses her to let mary kno if she likes girls and it's so clumsy and flimsy bc they're 2 stupid teenage girls and pandora is like wow. Bc mary tastes like strawberry and she's licking the rem taste of her lips and Mary's like "uh oh" and they have a situationship and mary writes pandora stupid poetry and pandora tells mary abt taxidermy and they're so cute tighter excpet 4 the fact mary doesn't talk abt this 2 any1

Mary then realizes that the project isn't getting done and confronts pandora abt this in the hallway and it escalates...alot pandora doesn't like the fact that mary is yelling at her when her plan was going oerfectly and she doesn't like being yelled at in Gen and also she dgaf abt being embarrassed so she qkly starts yelling while mary who was in like survival mode all her life can see her status go to shambles in like 4k and so imm starts bringing up EVERY SINGLE TMI piece of info pandora told her INCLUDING THE FACT THAT SHES BI (its a catholic hs) until they're having a screaming match which then leads to a brawl where pandora scratches marys lip and bites her (??) And Mary pulls pandoras hair and manages to slap her like 5 times bc she got training from fighting h3r younger siblings

and they get sent to the principals office and mary after calming down is like acc tweaking bc she's nvr been sent to the principals office evr in her entire LIFE and pandora is si5ting there like woah. Bc mary tasted like strawberries and she's like licking her lips to get the rem taste (also she v much didnt mind being slapped but shh)

And bc mafy doesn't have ar3cord she gets 5 d3tentions and pandora gets suspended for a month but mary cries sm every1 thinks SHEs the one that got suspended

Ane when pandora came back mary did Damage Control and now somehow everyone HATES apndora so she changes schools and while she doesn't typically feel this much she's sEETHING AND THE ANGER FESTERS AND FESTERS BC MARY MADE HER THINK SHE CARED

so pandora becomes a stalker stalking mary all the way thru marys uni and her sm acc inc her spotify and knos her gmail and can c her utube history and can tell when she starts dating a girl (owie) she sees red

So she buys a truck

And gets her uncle to offer mary a job interview

And drives said truck

INTO MARYS FACE AND NOW MARYS BLOOD IS SPILLED ALL OVER HER TRUDK AND PANDORA IS SURE IT WOULD TASTE LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND SHE GETS OUT AND LICKS MARYS BLOOD AND IS MAD IG DOESNT TASTE LIKE STRAWBERRIES ON TNE INSIDE BUT ISNT SURPIRSED BC MARY WAS ALWAYS A FAKE LITTLE BITCH AND SHE BURSTS INTO TEARS AND HAS A FULL PSHYCOTIC BREAKDOWN AND GOES TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL FOR A YR AND WHEN SHES OUT SHE SPENDS HER DAYS DOCUMENTING EVERYTHING ABT MARY AND LEARNING HOW TO DRAW SO SHE CPUKD DRAW HER AND EVEN MOLDING CKAY SCULPTURES OF HER BOOBS AND SHE HAS A SHRINE OF MARY AND ONE NIGHT SHE SEES MARY IN HER HOUSE AND FOLLOWS HER INTO THE WOODS AND THEY TALK AND ITS SO FUN THEN MARY SENDS HER BACK HOME AND EV PANDORA IS RAVING SO SHE GETS A BOWL OF STRAWBERRIES AND SLEEPING PILLS AND ODS ON THEM

the last thing she tasted was mary

[elliewrites77]

An Intimate Celebration

Your birthday had always been a quiet celebration. When you were young, your family didn't throw a fuss about having a big party or anything like that, instead having simple, intimate dinners with a few gifts. That same intimacy stayed with you till even now. Although you didn't do dinners with your immediate family anymore, you still took the day to celebrate without a big fuss. Since moving to Japan, you would simply take the day to yourself, to pamper and treat your self a little. It was nice, using the day to show some self-love, spoil yourself a little.

Even when you started dating Sukuna, you didn't care to make a big deal out of your birthday. After a whole year of dating, you had probably mentioned the date a handful of times, you honestly wouldn't be surprised if he forgot. That's why, when the day comes, you think nothing of it when he doesn't wish you a happy birthday before leaving the house. You simply get ready, looking forward to the day you had planned for yourself.

You get your nails done, get a massage, do a little bit of high-end shopping, have lunch at a fancier placed than you usually go to, and go to see a movie. Throughout the day, you get a few messages from family, and a few close friends. The latter confused you, as the friends that messaged you, you didn't recall mentioning your birthday. You thanked them, all the same, before making your way home as the sun began to set.

When you made it home, you saw Sukuna's bike parked in its usual spot, smiling to yourself. You were excited to spend your evening with the man you loved, even if it would be like every other day.

However, you were surprised when you opened the door to an unexpected sight. The house dimly lit, quiet music playing as you walked deeper. Once you reached the living room, you were shocked to see a dozen or more name brand filling the room, all of various sizes. The next thing to shock you, is when you turn your head to see a candlelit dinner on the dining table, your man standing beside it with his usual smirk. He was wearing a handsome suit, almost making you drool, staring at your frozen expression.

"Happy birthday, baby." He said, his deep voice bringing you back to earth.

You examined the room again, processing the fact that he had done all this, all while you thought he had forgotten. Sure, it wasn't a big deal, but the fact that he remembered, that he knew you preferred an intimate celebration versus some big party or something, and still found a way to celebrate you, it made you feel so loved. It hit you then how your friends knew about your birthday.

It was strange, how his actions made you feel seen in a way you hadn't been before, a way you hadn't known you wanted to be. It made you love him even more.

You didn't reply, simply walking towards the love of your life, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was passionate as always, full of the feelings neither of you could find the words for. And when you finally pulled away, due to the unfortunate need for air, you stayed close, still wrapped in each other. You lips brush his when you speak, your voice a mere whisper.

"The best one yet."

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heres a short, fluffy birthday one-shot with sukuna. It's actually my birthday, which is why this idea came to head. It was very rushed, but I think it's cute.

I also want to thank everyone for 100+ followers!! I am so grateful, literally you guys have no idea. I love that people have been enjoying my works, and I promise to try and have something new posted every few days.

For the people who are here for the Uncle!Sukuna series, there will be a new part soon! as well as some other JJK stuff :)

this was not proofread (im sorry)

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[kitts-mechanix]

Exactly! The fact that so many people are leaving the fandom is....it's tragic. Just about everyone I know is gone at this point. I've spent an entire decade teaching myself how to draw, creating entire worlds, writing immersive stories, things I hope people could love and appreciate the way I love and appreciate their works. So many things that I've yet to post even. I think one of the reasons this fandom used to be one of the safest, kindest fandoms is because we all knew what it was like to be put down, bullied, ostracised by others for loving "the weakest Pixar franchise" and especially Cars 2 AKA "Pixar's most hated movie". And the community was active and supported each other. Most of us were never famous, but that was okay because we did all of this for fun, not fame.

I honestly feel guilty, and even like a whiny baby, when I lament about no one comments on anything anymore. I can't recall the last time I got a meaningful comment on my work, or a comment about how the chapter of a story made them feel, details they loved, etc. I don't want to sound entitled, but I miss the days when people took the time to write out thoughtful comments and read. And the fact that no one really does that anymore, honestly just makes my writer's a block a lot worse. Why slave away on something no one will read? I'm not going to stop doing what I love. But it's harder now than it ever was before.

There were so many people in this fandom I loved who have moved on. Some were like sisters to me. Fizz was my inspiration too, and I've always appreciated my interactions with Blay. I lost two online sisters (I won't name them) who both fell down dark paths and cut me out for no reason. (A major FU to CC for turning one of them into Anakin Skywalker). I remember talking to people like Asphalt, RMS Olympic, or Fizz, or Eclipse, or Shadow and it felt like I was meeting a celebrity! I especially freaked out when I became close friends/sisters with some of them. This was back in 2017. I could have never foreseen what would happen after 2021....

And speaking of 2021, I think the reason we were so darn blessed to have one last year of what we once had, was because of one thing: Cars 2 10th anniversary. The diecast collection was exciting again. People made content and interacted again. We all had a renaissance. I had THE best Christmas since 2016. I thought this was the dawn of a new era. And then my 22nd birthday was pretty incredible too with all the cool Cars stuff I got, best one since my 16th! But that was the last spark. With one final burst, the fire had died out. I have not been able to rekindle it since.

And yeah I know about that monster being back, I really hope that petition will make a difference (last I checked it just needs 20 more sigs). I am slowly re-uploading my stuff (although a certain OC is probably never going to see the light of day again) but if things get too crazy I will honestly lock it behind "members only" for the sake of my mental health. I feel the fandom is either less welcoming to diverse people now or the welcoming sides are very extremist, neither of which I ever saw in my old days in the fandom. And while I'm not a fan of yaoi ships personally, I do believe people should have the freedom to create, express and share things like that. If people don't like something, they need to learn they have two options it: go back, or if you must, block it. It's that simple.

Anyway sorry for the ramble. I'm just glad someone gets it, you know? Honestly, I've been holding these thoughts in for a LONG time and now I just....I can't hold it back anymore.

I love this series and its characters with all my heart. Nothing could ever take that away. This franchise saved my life in 2015, just like G1 Transformers did back in August. But I cannot deal with what this fandom has become anymore.

RIP Cars fandom. 2006-2021

Fandom Problem #7581:

I hate how normalized harassment, bullying and overall being a dick has become normalized in fandom spaces. What's sick to me is that these people will harass and dox someone over the dumbest shit and then try to make themselves seem like they're morally right to do so, it's like it's a game to them. It honestly makes me feel like there's no point in being in fandoms at all if I could get harassed off a platform for the dumbest thing

[gatorbites-imagines]

could I perhaps request some Bucky x male reader where it’s set after the kinktober oneshot and Bucky does realize that he still has an oral fixation until he like instinctively puts readers fingers in his mouth? Or maybe they’re just cuddling. Whatever you want mr gator!

Bucky Barnes x male reader

Headcanons

I miss Bucky, I miss Marvel, it just hasn’t been my number one since endgame. Where my Bucky lovers at? i miss his long hair too, it was such a look.

You two don’t start dating for a long time. Neither of you talk about that evening where you pretty much stole him from Hydra and he slobbered all over your leg and hand, sucking at your fingers like a delicious treat.

When Bucky started healing, he ended up apologizing to you with an embarrassed flush. You just wave it off, telling him to not even think about it. Everyone deals differently with trauma. Tony used to drink, Clint hid away on his farm, you hunted bigots and bucky sucked fingers. He was probably coping the healthiest out of all of you.

You guys probably first start really dating post endgame, unless you stay in Wakanda with him for one reason or another. I tried to place the reader as somewhere in the middle during the civil wars, so it’s up to you which side you were on.

When it takes place after endgame doesn’t matter much. You two are dating, finally getting some time off to just relax and get to be domestic together.

I can imagine Bucky somewhere inside yearns for something domestic, at least sometimes. Theres something so comforting about getting home, you two cooking dinner together, showering together, and cuddling with a movie.

Bucky is also a beast in the grocery store. That man is sniffing out sales like a bloodhound. You just have to push the cart as he places everything you guys need inside. You have a theory it’s because he grew up under the great depression, but you’ve never said this out loud.

This does also mean that you guys sometimes have some, strange… meals… it always tastes great, but Bucky comes up with combos you haven’t ever thought about. Theres very little food waste in your guy’s house, which is another plus.

Bucky would have believed all this time that the whole episode with him sucking on your fingers when you first rescue him, was just a fluke. His half-fried brain looking for some kind of comfort in it all.

So what if he still finds himself chewing on pens, straws, candy, the works. It’s just him needing something to do, it doesn’t mean anything.

It’s only after you guys have dated for a while, and everything is comfortable and good. Bucky gets the chance to heal and start discovering things about himself, that it starts to shine through.

It would happen when you guys were cuddling. Maybe it’s been such a long day that even a super soldier like Bucky would be tired, to the point where he isn’t thinking too hard about anything he does or says. He trusts you too much to be on edge, so he just kinda goes with the vibe.

Bucky would be laying with his head on your chest, your guy’s hands intertwined. You don’t say anything when Bucky brings your hand up to his mouth, just assuming he was gonna kiss the back of it like he does sometimes.

Well, that’s what you thought, before Bucky started sucking on your fingers. He doesn’t even seem to notice what he’s doing for a while.

And he looks too relaxed for you to say anything about it. Honestly, Bucky relaxes even more, sighing out his nose and melting further against your chest. It’s not like its painful or anything, so you just let him do his thing without saying anything.

Bucky is extremely embarrassed when he realizes what hes been doing. Maybe its when the movie ends so he has to focus again, only to notice the pool of drool on your chest and the soft calm sucking hes been doing of your fingers.

Your lover tries to apologize, stuttering and mumbling about not knowing what’s wrong with him. This is where you gotta step in and reassure him that it’s fine, you don’t mind. You like seeing him comfortable, and honestly? Knowing you are part of that comfort only makes it better.

This doesn’t mean Bucky is gonna start always sucking on your fingers, biting at you or anything. But he still feels more welcome to do so when he needs it, or when he feels really comfortable. Having an oral fixation is far from the closest thing you’ve ever met, so you are just happy to help.

[9ealms]

Between Us, Nothing— a small snippet from the original storyline I’m making.

━ ♰ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ♰ A/N: Hey guys, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I was really embarrassed about my writing for a while, but now I’m feeling a little more confident. I still have a lot to work on, but there’s this one scene in particular that I really want to rewrite.

I’ll be revising the whole pilot scene between the reader and Caleb, adding his cards to match the storyline better. There were a lot of things I wanted to change and deepen to fit the dark romance vibe. So yeah, hopefully, it turns out well!

This is just an excerpt—I haven’t finished revising or proofreading yet, but I hope you guys like it!

The door creaked open just enough for her to slip inside. The air in the house was heavy, still—too still. A bead of sweat clung to her temple as she pushed the door shut behind her, the silence pressing in, thick and suffocating. Her fingers twitched at her sides, an unshakable unease crawling down her spine.

Then—

Click.

The sound of the lock sliding into place rang through the air like a gunshot. Her breath hitched.

“So,” a voice murmured from the darkness. Low, deliberate. A voice that knew too much. A voice that had been waiting. “Where have you been?”

Her stomach twisted violently.

A silhouette emerged from the shadows, slow, controlled—too controlled. Caleb. His face was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something coiled, something on the edge of snapping.

She swallowed hard. “Huh?” The word barely left her lips before his voice cut through the thick air like a blade.

“I asked you—” he stepped closer, his tone sharp, each syllable laced with venom, “where the fuck have you been?”

Her breath stuttered.

His presence was suffocating, pressing into her space like a vice. The air was thick with something unspoken, something dangerous. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, blood rushing hot and cold all at once.

“I—I was just out,” she forced out, her voice small. “You can’t just lock me in here and expect me to be fine.”

His nostrils flared slightly, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

“Out,” he echoed.

Something about the way he said it made her stomach drop.

Caleb exhaled sharply, a laugh—bitter, humorless. His head tilted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing across his face before vanishing into the abyss of his expression. “Is that so?”

Her throat tightened.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said, voice dropping to something quieter, darker. “What part of that aren’t you understanding?”

She took a step back, but he followed. His movements were slow, calculated—like a predator toying with its prey.

“Caleb, I’m not trying to leave you,” she said carefully. “I just needed to—”

“Oh.” He chuckled, something wild and hollow curling into his tone. “So you wanna leave me, huh?”

Her skin prickled. “No, that’s not—”

“Stop.” His voice sharpened, cutting through her words.

Silence.

Then—

“Gege…” she whispered, barely audible. Instinct.

His face twisted.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

“Stop calling me that.” His voice was lethal, shaking with something raw, something barely contained. “I’m not your fucking brother.”

She blinked, breath catching. His eyes burned into hers, something vicious swirling in them, something broken.

A shiver traced her spine.

“…Okay, fine,” she muttered. “What is it, Caleb? What do you want me to say?”

His jaw clenched. The muscles in his arms tensed, like he was fighting the urge to lash out, to destroy something—anything.

“Why do you keep doing this?” His voice was quieter now, but it carried weight, thick with accusation.

Her heart pounded. “Doing what?”

He laughed again, but this time, it was fractured, splintering at the edges.

“You think I don’t know about them?”

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Know what?”

Caleb’s expression shifted, something cruel stretching across his lips.

Her stomach clenched.

“What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head, lips twitching. “You think I don’t know about Zayne?”

Her breath hitched.

Her blood ran cold.

Her breath hitched in her throat, but she forced herself to keep her expression neutral. “What about Zayne?”

His eyes darkened. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” His voice was so sharp it could slice skin.

“I’m not lying,” she said, pulse hammering. “We’re just—”

Caleb’s smile widened, but there was nothing warm about it. “What, you thought I wouldn’t find out? You’ve been fucking our best friend since I ‘died,’ huh?”

Her pulse pounded. “That’s not—Caleb, stop acting insane.”

“Stop what?” He stepped closer, forcing her back until she felt the solid wall press against her spine. “Friends?” He sneered. “The same way you were just ‘friends’ with Xavier?”

Her stomach clenched.

She clenched her jaw. “That’s none of your business.”

“None of my business?” His voice turned mocking. “Oh, so now it’s none of my business? Right, right, because you do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

Her nails dug into her palms. “Yeah, I do. And it’s not up to you to tell me who I can and can’t sleep with, Caleb. You’re not my fucking boyfriend—”

His fingers twitched at his sides.

His laughter cut through the air, sharp and brittle. He wiped at his face, but when his hand lowered, she realized his smile was gone. His expression had crumpled into something raw, something broken.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, voice eerily calm now, but there was a tremor beneath it. “All of you.”

Something ice-cold slithered down her spine.

His eyes bore into her, something unhinged flickering behind them. “Do you think I didn’t know about Rafayel?”

A chill spread through her limbs.

Her mouth felt dry. “What—”

“Oh, don’t act dumb now.” His voice dipped, laced with something sinister. “The guy from the museum? You think I wouldn’t fucking notice?”

Her stomach churned.

“And Sylus,” he added, tilting his head. “The one from the N109 Zone? You thought I wouldn’t know about that?”

Her breath caught.

Shock punched through her ribs, tightening around her lungs.

Her body locked up, an involuntary shudder ripping through her. Her throat burned, her skin felt too tight.

“How do you know about that?”

I’ve been watching you,” he said, voice eerily calm now, but there was a tremor beneath it. “All of you.”

A lump formed in her throat.

Her chest heaved. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “You’re fucking insane.”

Caleb stilled.

For a second, everything was silent.

Then—

He exhaled shakily, his hands trembling at his sides. His expression crumbled, something raw bleeding into his features.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

The shift was instant.

His entire body shook, his breathing ragged. His hands flew to his head, fingers curling into his hair. “I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to—I don’t—” His breath hitched. “Please—”

She stared, chest tight.

Caleb’s knees buckled, his whole body trembling. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he choked out. “Please, please don’t leave me.”

A shiver crawled down her spine.

Her breath was coming in short, uneven bursts.

Then—

She slapped him.

The sound rang through the air, sharp, brutal.

His head snapped to the side, a breathless laugh escaping his lips—before it crumbled into a sob.

“Please,” he whispered again, voice breaking. “Please.”

Her fingers curled into fists.

She turned.

He stilled.

His body went rigid.

“…You’re leaving me?” His voice was hollow now, the previous hysteria evaporating into something quiet, something dangerous.

She hesitated for half a second—too long.

Caleb’s expression hardened.

“Fine,” he whispered. “You left me with nothing.”

And just like that, the air shifted.

The moment she reached for the door—

Click.

The lock slid into place.

She froze.

Caleb smiled.

But there was nothing human in it.

The lock clicked into place.

She froze.

The sound was soft, barely louder than the breath caught in her throat, but it crashed against her skull like a warning bell.

Slowly, her head turned.

Caleb stood by the door, fingers still resting on the lock, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. The room felt smaller now, the walls pressing inward, the weight of the air thick enough to drown in.

Her stomach twisted. “Caleb…”

He didn’t move.

Then—

A shift. A flicker. A glint of metal.

Her blood turned cold.

The gun in his hand caught the dim light as he lifted it, fingers wrapped steady around the grip.

“If you ever try to leave this room,” his voice was eerily calm, “I will kill you.”

Her breath stalled.

His eyes darkened, something raw simmering beneath the surface. “And then,” he continued, voice unwavering, “I’ll kill myself.”

“That way, nothing could ever separate us. Not even death.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Her body locked up, every muscle stiff with the instinct to run—but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere safe.

“Caleb,” she whispered, throat tightening. “Don’t do this.”

His jaw flexed. “Why not?”

Her fingers curled at her sides. She forced herself to breathe, slow and careful, though her chest ached with the effort.

“Because—” her voice wavered, but she steadied it, “—you don’t actually want to do this. You’re just—you’re upset.”

He scoffed, a hollow, humorless sound. “Oh, I’m just upset?”

The gun in his hand twitched slightly, the movement sharp, dangerous.

She swallowed hard. “Gege, please—”

His entire body went rigid.

“I told you,” his voice dropped, low and seething, “stop calling me that.”

Her pulse slammed against her ribs. “Okay. Okay, Caleb. Just—put the gun down. Please.”

Something flickered in his expression—something she couldn’t quite place.

“You don’t understand,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. His grip tightened. “I do care about you.”

The room felt colder.

Her breath trembled. “Then show me. Show me by putting the gun down.”

He laughed. Not loud. Not unhinged. Just a quiet, breathy chuckle that made her stomach twist.

“I want us to be together,” he said simply. “Away from them.”

Them.

The word settled thick in the air.

She forced her voice steady. “We can be together, Caleb. Just…not like this.”

His gaze flicked to hers, and for a split second, something in his eyes softened. A crack in the surface.

She latched onto it.

“I mean it,” she said, stepping forward just a little. “You and me, right? Just us. So please, just—”

His fingers twitched around the gun. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”

The words were quiet, but they cut deep.

He was spiraling. She could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, in the restless way his fingers shifted against the weapon, in the way his breathing hitched—shallow, unsteady.

“I don’t know if you actually want to be with me,” he muttered, voice thinning into something almost childlike.

A sharp pang twisted in her chest.

She took another step forward.

“Caleb,” she murmured. “Listen to me.”

He stilled.

“You don’t actually want to do this,” she whispered. “You just…you just need to talk.”

His eyes flickered.

“Talk, talk, talk,” he echoed under his breath, the repetition almost mechanical. The gun wavered slightly, shifting in his grasp.

Her heart pounded.

Slowly, carefully, she took another step forward, until she was close enough to see the way his hands trembled.

Now.

She reached up, hesitating only for a second before brushing her fingers against his cheek.

“There, there,” she murmured, voice soft. “Don’t worry.”

He stilled.

The tension in his shoulders wavered. His breathing slowed, just barely.

And for a moment, just a moment, she saw the boy he used to be. The boy who had looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that made sense.

Her fingers barely brushed his cheek when something in him broke.

The gun wavered, his breathing hitched, and for a moment—just a moment—he looked like a boy lost in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

She saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the way his throat bobbed with an unsteady swallow, the way his fingers trembled against the cold steel of the weapon.

This was her chance.

With a sharp inhale, she moved.

Her knee jerked up, striking his wrist hard. A sharp gasp left him as the gun flew from his hand, clattering onto the floor with a metallic thud.

She didn’t hesitate.

Before he could react, she shoved him back, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Caleb, stop!”

His body hit the ground, his hands catching himself at the last second, but he didn’t lunge for the gun. He didn’t move at all.

He just stayed there.

Still. Quiet.

His shoulders rose and fell, each breath shallow, almost empty.

When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“You don’t actually love me, do you?”

Her stomach twisted.

His fingers curled against the floor. “You always just saw me as the guy who takes care of you.”

The words cut deep. Not because they were true, but because of the way he said them—like he had already decided the answer.

Like nothing she said would change his mind.

She swallowed. “Caleb, that’s not—”

“Just say it,” he murmured. His voice was raw, cracked at the edges. “You never actually loved me.”

Her chest ached.

She knelt down in front of him, carefully, slowly. “You’re important to me.”

His eyes flicked up, sharp and wet with something unshed.

“You always say that,” he muttered. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. “Important. Important. Important.”

A bitter chuckle escaped him.

She didn’t move.

“Did you ever actually love me?”

His voice cracked.

Barely a sound.

Barely holding together.

Her throat felt tight. “Caleb, you know I—”

“Don’t.” His voice was hoarse, barely above a breath.

His hands curled into fists against his knees, his nails digging into his skin.

“You always do this,” he muttered, his voice fraying. “You always talk around it. But you never—” His breath stuttered. “You never once—”

He exhaled sharply, his head tilting back, like he was trying to keep himself from breaking.

Her fingers twitched against the floor.

“I do love you,” she whispered.

His gaze snapped to hers, sharp and searching.

She forced herself to hold it. “You’re my family.”

Something shattered in his expression.

And then, everything went still.

The air thickened.

The silence stretched.

Then—

He laughed.

It was soft. Quiet. A bitter, hollow sound that sent chills up her spine.

His head tilted slightly, his lips twisting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Of course,” he murmured. “Family.”

Her pulse pounded.

He exhaled, shaking his head. “Enough with this family bullshit.”

Her breath caught.

His eyes flicked back to her, colder now, sharper.

“You always saw me as family,” he muttered. “Have you ever, even once, thought of me as a guy?”

The question hung in the air like a knife against her throat.

She hesitated.

Just for a second.

And in that second, something in his expression darkened.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Right.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk.

“Have you ever thought about Zayne that way?”

Her body went rigid.

Her breath turned sharp.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t bring up Zayne.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Answer the question,” he murmured.

She swallowed. “We don’t need to—”

“Answer.”

The single word came out sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

Her nails dug into her palms.

She licked her lips. “No.”

Silence.

Then—

A soft, quiet chuckle.

Dark. Unbelievable.

He leaned back slightly, shaking his head, laughing under his breath like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Wow,” he murmured.

Her pulse hammered.

His laughter faded, his eyes flicking back to hers, and in that moment, she realized—

His laughter came slow. A quiet, bitter thing, spilling from his lips in uneven breaths. It wasn’t the kind of laughter that softened the tension in the air—it thickened it, made it suffocating, made the room feel smaller, like the walls were pressing in.

He ran a hand through his hair, fingers shaking just slightly, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven movements. His head tilted forward, his gaze trained on the floor, his expression hidden beneath the messy curtain of his dark hair.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Her muscles were locked tight, every instinct telling her to step back—to put distance between them. But she didn’t. Because she knew Caleb. And she knew the way he worked. He thrived on reactions, on the way people wavered around him.

If she moved, if she broke the silence first, he would win.

So she stayed still.

She watched.

And she waited.

Finally, he let out a slow exhale, lifting his head just slightly, his eyes barely visible beneath his lashes. His lips twisted into a ghost of a smirk, but it was humorless, a sliver of something darker curling at the edges.

“Wow.”

The word was quiet. Almost amused. But it held no warmth.

The air between them was tight, a string pulled so taut that the slightest pressure would make it snap.

She could feel the weight of his stare pressing against her skin, waiting—searching—for something.

Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears.

“Wow,” he said again, softer this time. His fingers flexed against his knee, his jaw tight. “That’s really… something.”

Her throat felt dry.

“Caleb…” she started, but her voice came out too soft, too careful, like a wrong step on cracking ice.

His gaze lifted.

Her breath caught.

Because his eyes—those dark, storm-filled eyes—held something new now. Something colder. Sharper. A shift so small, yet it sent a chill racing down her spine.

He cocked his head slightly, his smirk widening, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You expect me to believe that?”

She swallowed. “It’s the truth.”

He hummed under his breath, dragging his tongue across his teeth as if considering her words, tasting them—testing them.

Then, in a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned forward.

She didn’t flinch. She couldn’t.

His voice was quiet, a murmur between them, so soft that if the room weren’t so suffocatingly silent, she might’ve missed it.

“You’re lying.”

Her stomach twisted.

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. His fingers lifted, tracing an invisible shape against his knee as if lost in thought.

“You know, it’s funny,” he mused, his tone light, conversational—like he was speaking about the weather, about nothing at all. But there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it, hidden beneath the smoothness of his words. “You always do this. You always say just enough to keep me there. But you never—” His breath hitched, just slightly. “Never—give me what I want.”

Her chest ached.

“I—”

“But you thought about him that way, didn’t you?” His voice cut through hers, his words sharp, deliberate.

She froze.

His eyes were locked on hers now, no longer distant, no longer searching. They were focused. Pinning her down like a hawk eyeing prey.

Her fingers curled into fists.

“We don’t have to talk about—”

“Answer the question,” he murmured.

She could feel the walls closing in.

The room was too quiet. The air too thick.

She parted her lips, but nothing came out.

His gaze never wavered. “Have you ever thought of Zayne that way?”

Her nails pressed into her palms.

There was no right answer.

If she lied, he’d know.

If she told the truth—

She exhaled softly. “No.”

Silence.

A slow blink.

Then—

A soft, breathy chuckle.

It started low, barely audible, but it grew—spread through his chest, shaking his shoulders, filling the empty air between them like a creeping fog.

Dark. Unbelievable.

His hands lifted, covering his mouth, his eyes flickering with something unreadable—something wrong.

She felt her stomach drop.

And then, suddenly—

He went silent.

The laughter cut off, like a switch had flipped.

He exhaled sharply, dragging his hands down his face before letting them fall limp against his lap. His expression was blank, completely unreadable.

And then—

Ever so slowly—

He turned his gaze back to her.

And smiled.

Her heart stopped.

Because this smile—this smile—wasn’t the one she knew

—A/N: I know this is a little fast-paced, but I’m planning to add more details to slow it down. Since it’s an excerpt, it’s still a rough (semi-rough?) draft. Not my best, but if it is, it is.

Oh my god, my writing used to be so bad. Comparing it to now, it’s a little better, but it’s still not at the level of those amazing Tumblr writers. I swear, Tumblr writers inspire me so much. And honestly, this game I’ve been playing got me into writing too.

Before, I didn’t even want to write at all, but now I do. So yeah, thank you for taking the time to read this. Love you guys!

[autismsupersoldier]

immediately thought of him

[animelover329]

Ok, I did more work to actually put this together. It's still ABSOLUTELY MINDBLOWING to me that everything happens in less than 2 years. No wonder Jessica thought Bella was pregnant at the wedding.

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[joshuamj]

EoW Zelda and Link designs

[snailfen]

at the very least heres this. go my suitloon qpr

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[cinnaminsvga]

Harana Preview | Jungkook

harana (n.): the act of wooing someone by serenading them

→ summary:

Unwilling to settle down with you after five years of dating, Jeon Jungkook decides to break up to chase after his dreams. In the aftermath, you leave your hometown, desperate to forget your past and relearn what it means to be on your own. Two years later while on your way to work, you pass by a familiar voice singing songs about a girl he had left behind.

{or alternatively: Jungkook still sings the love songs that he wrote for you. He still means them, too.}

→ genre: busker!au, exes to lovers, fluff, angst → warnings: jimin is insane and kinda crude (he has some issues going on), jungkook is a pathetic wet bunny but he's trying his best, so much yearning, ambiguous ending??? but my god there is hope!! the humanity of it all!! → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: what da hell who is she... HEY SO its been a while since ive written anything longer than 2k words and i really wanted to get back into writing, if only for practice... plus this is part of my heart full of hugot series that i teased literally eons ago and i want to finish it before the year ends... pray for my sanity ( ; ω ; )

part of the “heart full of hugot” series

As you struggle to pull yourself together, a familiarly loud voice rings outside the edge of your consciousness. “Hey, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here…” Jimin greets you, his usual jovial demeanor halting midway when he sees your panicked expression. He clears his throat, perplexed. “Umm… Are you alright there, girl? You’re looking a little pale.”

You do not even have the mental capacity to wonder why Park Jimin was miraculously early to his shift, nor why he seems genuinely worried for you. Rather, all you can do is wave him off and use what little time you have before the restaurant opens to steel yourself for hours of melodious torture. 

“I’m fine, Park. You should get to work,” you grit out, wiping your sweaty palms on your uniform. Normally, Jimin would have teased you about the obvious wrinkles on your skirt. 

“You’re not the boss of me,” Jimin huffs, always the contrarian. He thinks better of it, however, and softens his tone. “Are you feeling sick or something? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You freeze, perhaps giving yourself away a little. “I’m fine,” you repeat. 

“You know, if you refuse to elaborate, I’m going to have to retract your shower privileges,” Jimin taunts with a smirk. 

You feel a migraine growing by your temple, making you wince. God, why must men be the source of all your problems?

“I’m just… a little annoyed by the busker outside the restaurant,” you eventually admit, trying to be vague. Unfortunately for you, Jimin hates beating around the bush and would never take your crap if he knows something is up.

Unable to withstand the weight of his unimpressed stare, you continue, “He was someone I used to know, that’s all.” You aren’t going to be any more specific than that, though you imagine Jimin gets the picture. You zip your lips, hoping to whoever is causing you pain that Jimin would somehow let the matter drop and leave you to your misery.

You brace yourself for his onslaught of questioning to come, and… it doesn’t happen. Instead, when you glance at Jimin, he is mysteriously stone faced. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a few minutes, but he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to tease or ridicule you. He simply watches you with a pensive expression. You can barely stop yourself from staring back at him, slack-jawed at his silence. 

Of course, you aren’t just going to question your luck, or what little you have at least. So, you stay silent back and purse your lips uncomfortably.

Finally, Jimin seems to snap out of his strange reverie. He fixes you with a bizarrely sympathetic grin, patting you affectionately on the back. “I see… Well, if you ever need a drink tonight, head over to the bar for a little sip. I got you covered,” is all he says in response before sashaying away. 

That was so fucking weird. You want to chase after him, perhaps beat the truth out of him. Jimin is nothing but a scheming dick, and you aren’t about to let him roam free with such sensitive information about yourself. Just as you’re about to stomp his ass (perhaps to relieve some of the building tension from your weary soul), your manager pops his head from his office door. 

“Y/N! Make sure you’re logged into the booking system. There’s going to be a party of 20 coming in about an hour,” he reminds you, shooting you an apologetic look. You nod back with a sigh, swiping the booking tablet from the hostess desk and scrolling through the logs. Sure enough, it is going to be a busy night despite being a Monday evening. Perhaps a little busier than usual, in fact.

Whatever. You will use whatever distraction you can get, and perhaps the approaching noise from the restaurant patrons will be enough to drown out the sound of his voice. 

You aren’t religious by any means, but you pray to whatever higher power exists that Jeon Jungkook doesn’t somehow decide to enter the restaurant. Stay outside, you plead. Outside the restaurant and your life, if possible.

Throughout the evening, you do your best to push aside the memories that threaten to resurface. You greet customers with a smile, lead them to their tables, and ensure their dining experience is pleasant despite the anxiety poisoning your insides. It's a routine you've perfected over time, a shield against the chaos of your emotions.

As the night wears on, you can feel Jimin's eyes on you from across the restaurant. You sneak glances back at him, and you blanch at his pitying gaze. If the restaurant had been slightly less crowded, you would have flipped him off. 

He’s probably enjoying my suffering, you think darkly. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction, you straighten up and do your best to appear more unaffected. Just as you do so, you can hear Jungkook perfectly hitting a soulful high note. 

“I’m so sorry for thinking I was strong,” you whisper to the universe. “Forgive me for my insolence.” You clench your fist in anguish, ignoring the confused looks from the customers in front of you. 

By the time your shift comes to a close, you are completely and utterly drained. You feel like a snail that has been continuously salted over the past eight hours, and you cannot help but cheer in relief when the clock finally strikes two in the morning. You have to wait for the last few diners to make their leave, but otherwise you are ready to let your bed swallow you whole. 

You stand by your hostess desk, leaning your head against it with a defeated sigh. Jungkook’s voice had died down only a few minutes ago, and you hope that by this point he has mercifully left the premises. You want to take a peek to make sure, but just as you’re about to make your way to the door, you feel a hand on your shoulder stop you in your tracks.

“‘Sup, bitch.” Jimin still has that weird, pitying gaze pointed at you, though his words don’t match it. “Are you okay to go home alone tonight? I can bring your dumb ass home if you want.”

You shove his hand away, ready to bite his head off when you think better of it. If Jimin drives you home, then that lowers the chances of seeing Jungkook down to pretty much zero. 

“You know what? Thanks,” you grouse. Jimin smiles at you winningly, and the image of it brings a shiver down your spine. You hit him, creeped out. “Hey. Stop that, will you? You’re being really weird?”

Jimin scoffs, crossing his arms. “Me? Weird? At least I don’t look like a damn firework ready to explode just because my cringelord ex-boyfriend is singing sappy love songs outside—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you seethe, stomping on his foot. He yelps in pain and slaps your shoulder in retaliation. 

“Ouch! Watch your ogre feet! My shoes are worth twice your monthly rent I’ll have you know,” he bristles. He breathes deeply, likely finding his inner calm (which you doubt exists). “But because I’m so nice, I’ll ignore your earlier transgression and blame it on your underdeveloped amygdala.”

You don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Jimin knew what an amygdala was or that he was forgiving you in the first place. “Whatever. Let’s finish closing up and then head out. I’m exhausted.”

[good-beansdraws]

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