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[heavyhitterheaux]

Roommates Until Further Notice (Slight NSFW)

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: Getting your way has always been second nature when it came to your husband, but when he once again tells you no regarding a well-known request of yours, you let him know how he's not being fair

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Series Masterlist

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😍

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When Joe had gotten back from Miami to celebrate the Bengals finalizing deals with both your twin and Tee, you had been working on designing the nursery when he made his presence known by wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“Hey pretty girl.” Joe quietly said as you turned around to properly hug him.

“Hi handsome.”

“What are you up to?”

“Just looking up different designs for the nursery. I think I'm leaning toward it being elephant themed.” You replied as you smiled at him and he instantly raised an eyebrow.

“We still aren't buying one. I don't care how many times you try to sneak it in when we're talking. The answer is still going to be no.”

“Why are you such an ass sometimes? Riddle me that.” You crossed your arms as you set your phone down and all Joe did was shrug.

“Oh, so you can buy batmobiles but I can't get an elephant? Fucking hypocrite if I ever saw one.”

“Don't you dare start and that's different!”

“It is NOT!”

“One is literally an animal that is as big as our house.”

“You can't even drive it out on the street.” You shot back and Joe instantly closed his mouth before opening it again.

“YET!”

“I'm calling Robin and I'm telling her that I'm sending her youngest child back to her because he doesn't know how to act and getting on my nerves.”

“Because I won't buy you an elephant? Please be serious, princess.” Joe sighed as he followed you to the living room.

“I should put you on a restriction. No sex until you buy me what I want.” Sitting on the couch, you opened your phone back up to Etsy where you were looking up different designs while Joe snorted.

“You'll probably break before I do.”

This made you look at him in disbelief and you folded your hands in your lap and nodded your head but not before sucking your teeth.

“Then let me make it easier for myself. I don't think I can sleepover tonight.” You replied and Joe had gotten a dumbfounded look on his face.

“This better not be one of those stupid TikTok trends. You literally live here. You are my wife and we share a last name.”

“Since when!? That's news to me.”

“Princess, please don't start and stress me out.”

“You're the one causing the stress. And besides, my mom said so.”

“Your mom?” Joe asked, not believing what he was hearing.

“Yes, that's what I said? Can you not hear me?”

“Your mom that lives in New Orleans?” Joe asked and you nodded your head once more.

“Yes. She told me earlier before you got here.”

“And we are currently in Cincinnati?”

“What is this? Geography class?” You asked Joe as he rolled his eyes at you.

“All this over an elephant?” Was all you had to hear for you to turn up your nose at him and sigh.

“I bet the elephant is cheaper than that damn batmobile. So let me grab my keys.”

“Wait, what? Baby it is almost nine at night, where are you going?”

“Haven't you been listening? I can't stay tonight, especially since you said no to buying my elephant.” You replied as you slipped your slides on that were by the door which happened to be the most comfortable shoes for you these days.

“You are really milking this aren't you?”

“Not my fault that you're a bad roommate who doesn't listen to me.”

“ROOMMATE?! WE'RE MARRIED!”

“Hmm, we're roommates until further notice.” You told him as you tried to open the door, but it was stopped by Joe's hand.

“Are you done having your temper tantrum?” He asked from behind you while leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Move, so I can leave. I'll go and bother my little brother.”

“You sure you want to leave? And you know for a fact that he'll be calling me to come and get you as soon as you walk over there.”

“Yes, now unhand me, roommate.”

Next thing you knew, Joe's hand slipped inside your shorts and started moving his fingers in a small circular motion along your clit while slowly planting kisses down your neck.

“I didn't realize that roommates did things like this. Still want to leave?” He asked at the same time he inserted one of his fingers.

“You get on my nerves.”

“Is that how you talk to your roommate who is about to make you cum in his mouth?” Joe whispered in your ear before both of his hands made a swift movement and your shorts were now pooled at your feet.

No answer was heard from you as Joe got on his knees and started eating you out from behind making you gasp.

Joe's grip on your thighs became tighter to hold you in place as you leaned against the front door for stability since at any moment you felt like you could fall over.

“Good roommates keep their legs spread, or do I need to call you my good girl for that to happen?” As soon as the words ‘good girl’ left his mouth, it was a wrap with a moan erupting from you, which made Joe laugh as he used both his mouth and fingers to pleasure you.

As soon as you felt your release was near, Joe pulled himself away from you and pulled your shorts back up your legs before you heard his voice and you were confused about what was now happening.

“See you tomorrow I guess.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Well according to you, we're roommates until further notice and I realized that I only make my wife cum. So do what you will with that information.” He told you as he shrugged and gave you a small smirk which earned him a sigh from you.

“Okay. Since you want to go there, sleep on the couch, Burrow. Until further notice.” You told him as you turned around to look at him and crossed your arms in disbelief.

His eyes went wide and he was quickly starting to backtrack.

“Wait, babe. Hold on a minute.”

“Extra pillows and blankets are in the hall closet which you already knew so goodnight.” You replied as you started to make your way up the steps.

“All this for you to stay and kick me out of our bedroom? I need you next to me.”

“Oh, really? I thought the batmobile was going to keep you warm?”

“You're seriously not going to let this go are you?”

“Talk to me once you buy my elephant.”

[ateliersss]

TOP GUN #2

…is part of The Bookshelf.

⇨ This is a collection of my favorite fanfics/oneshots on Tumblr I love to re-read once in a while. None of those works belong to me! Feel free to use it as well.

⇨ My own works are here

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Left at the Altar Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Can't Let You Go Summary: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Wanting It All Summary: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts Summary: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Less Misery, More Company Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Scrapes and Bruises Summary: Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

Good in Bed Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you're only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Cross Summary: The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

There's a Honey Summary: 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t.

So Funny Story (I'm Fucking Your Daughter) Summary: You've had a thing with Jake for a while now. The thing is, your dad doesn't know and your brother is desperate for you to tell him.

All You Had To Do Was Stay Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Revelation

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Three Generations Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

Endings and Beginnings Part 1, Part 2 Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

Wrong Number Summary: Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Only Love Can Hurt Like This Summary: Bob lost his fiancé in a dog fight and goes through the grieving process. Eventually he learns to move on but then everything he thought he knew was a lie, including the fact that Y/N had died on that mission.

All Fun & Games Summary: Returning to San Diego was just another assignment for you. Another step in the career path, full steam ahead, until you come to an obstacle in the road. Usually, you’d navigate around it, keep on going, but this is no normal obstacle. It might be enough to reroute you completely.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Part of Three Summary: Reader is Maverick's sister, dating Iceman, and finds out she's pregnant.

Scared Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Get Your Girl

Tom Is Finer

[knight-of-the-graces]

~~~~~POST UNDER CUT~~~~~

The Emperor of the Lost Kingdom was hopping on one foot, his face screwed up while he clutched at the (now scuffed) heeled sandal that had given his toes absolutely no protection from the solid spruce door.

Once he became aware that Scott was looking at him he composed himself enough to sniff disdainfully and limp past him into the house.

"Xorny!" He smelled like warm humidity. Ugh.

Scott follows him back to the kitchen where Xornoth really looks as if they regret everything ever as Joey dramatically flings himself across a whole corner of the table, nearly knocking their breakfast to the floor. His wings trail through Scott's plate. Serves him right. Scott hopes the honey is hell to wash out.

Joey is already chattering a million miles an hour and it is way too early int the morning for this.

Scott doesn't make his escape quickly enough though because Joey rolls over so he's lounging on the table like its a piece of parlor furniture and gives him the brightest, smuggest smirk of a grin. "And here is the lucky bridegroom himself! You absolutely must let me help plan the wedding."

"Unfortunately we have several professionals who are already hard at work," Scott says in mock sadness. "And it would be an insult to them to remove them from the project."

Xornoth seems to be considering the merits of drowning themselves in their sweetberry juice. Scott squints at it and decides to risk freezing it over. The only possibly casualty is Joey.

He successfully freezes Xornoth's juice. And Joey's right wing. And Xornoth's feet. Maybe he's not as okay about this whole thing as he's pretending.

Xornoth gives him a guilty look while they're slowly defrosting Joey's wing. "I should have talked to you first," They admit. "I panicked. I thought they'd try to bargain more."

"They think its some kind of rescue," Joey sniffs, immediately snatching both siblings' attention. He doesn't notice at first, intently preening through his newly freed (and damp) feathers. Eventually he does look up and rolls his eyes at them. "Oh come on. Surely you're aware."

Scott has no idea what he's talking about. Xornoth looks equally confused.

Joey sighs and flops back so he's leaning percariously off the edge of the table, wings draped down to the floor, shoulders held up by Xornoth's. "They think you keep Scotty here locked up in a dungeon or a tower or something and they see this as an opportunity to make sure he's safe from the big bad rebel king or whatever."

Xornoth makes a noise equal parts distressed and amused.

"What?"

Joey rolls his eyes again so hard he almost falls. "As far as they know you were exiled, came back, killed your parents and disappeared your brother. From the outside it looks really bad."

He idly picks at his fingernails and peers over at Scott. "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for Katherine most of them wouldn't even believe you're alive."

Xornoth just blinks over at them both. "Do I really give off such strong Evil Dictator vibes?"

"You both have the social skills of a dead sheep," Joey says bluntly.

"Like you're any better," Scott mutters under his breath.

"I am a fucking delight. You two have the mutual dreamof running off and becoming mountain hermits."

The Morning After the Engagement: Rivendell Edition

AKA, Scott got betrothed for politics and now he is suffering

So this one won't actually be in the fic most likely, because plot-wise I don't want Scott and Xornoth to know what everyone else is thinking, but I thought this was funny and was told it was so here. Enjoy.

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Scott opened the door to a hyperactive flurry of scarlet and rainbow feathers and immediately slammed it shut again on the intruder's foot. The pained yelp was very satisfying.

"Brother, your mistress is here," he shouted back into the house, yanking the door open again just in time to see a very scandalized minister of agriculture hurry away down the road towards the marketplace over Joey's shoulder.

The Emperor of the Lost Kingdom was hopping on one foot, his face screwed up while he clutched at the (now scuffed) heeled sandal that had given his toes absolutely no protection from the solid spruce door.

Once he became aware that Scott was looking at him he composed himself enough to sniff disdainfully and limp past him into the house.

"Xorny!" He smelled like warm humidity. Ugh.

Scott follows him back to the kitchen where Xornoth really looks as if they regret everything ever as Joey dramatically flings himself across a whole corner of the table, nearly knocking their breakfast to the floor. His wings trail through Scott's plate. Serves him right. Scott hopes the honey is hell to wash out.

Joey is already chattering a million miles an hour and it is way too early in the morning for this.

Scott doesn't make his escape quickly enough though because Joey rolls over so he's lounging on the table like its a piece of parlor furniture and gives him the brightest, smuggest smirk of a grin. "And here is the lucky bridegroom himself! You absolutely must let me help plan the wedding."

"Unfortunately we have several professionals who are already hard at work," Scott says in mock sadness. "And it would be an insult to them to remove them from the project."

Xornoth seems to be considering the merits of drowning themselves in their sweetberry juice. Scott squints at it and decides to risk freezing it over. The only possible casualty is Joey.

He successfully freezes Xornoth's juice. And Joey's right wing. And Xornoth's feet. Maybe he's not as okay about this whole thing as he's pretending.

Xornoth gives him a guilty look while they're slowly defrosting Joey's wing. "I should have talked to you first," They admit. "I panicked. I thought they'd try to bargain more."

"They think its some kind of rescue," Joey sniffs, immediately snatching both siblings' attention. He doesn't notice at first, intently preening through his newly freed (and damp) feathers. Eventually he does look up and rolls his eyes at them. "Oh come on. Surely you're aware."

Scott has no idea what he is talking about. Xornoth looks equally confused.

Joey sighs and flops back so he's leaning percariously off the edge of the table, wings draped down to the floor, shoulders held up by Xornoth's. "They think you keep Scotty here locked up in a dungeon or a tower or something and they see this as an opportunity to make sure he's safe from the big bad rebel king or whatever."

Xornoth makes a noise equal parts distressed and amused.

"What?"

Joey rolls his eyes again so hard he almost falls. "As far as they know you were exiled, came back, killed your parents and disappeared your little brother. From the outside it looks really bad."

He idly picks at his fingernails and peers over at Scott. "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for Katherine most of them wouldn't even believe you're alive."

Xornoth just blinks over at them both. "Do I really give off such strong Evil Dictator vibes?"

"You both have the social skills of a dead sheep," Joey says bluntly.

"Like you're any better," Scott mutters under his breath.

"I am a fucking delight. You two have the mutual dream of running off and becoming mountain hermits."

[alltheeya]

"Just one—OW!" | s.jy

genre: established relationship, fluff, crack, suggestive

word count: 1.9k

notes: this wasn't planned i swear but i just wanted to get it out lol it was funnier in my head, contains jake being a titty lover but it doesn't really go over to being smut , i also just realized that this is like perv!jake part 2 lol

It all started with Jake mindlessly scrolling through his phone, a lazy arm draped around you as you two lounged on the bed. He was reading fan comments, his expression neutral until one particular thread caught his attention.

"Can we PLEASE get Jake shirtless for once? We know he’s been working out—just ONE glance at the abs, that’s all we ask 😩🙏"

Jake furrows his brows. Abs? He blinks, then, as if suddenly remembering, he tugs on the neck of his oversized shirt and peeks down at himself.

You, sitting beside him, immediately notices and tilts your head. "What are you doing?"

Jake ignores you, his lips pursing as he assesses his own body. Do I even have abs right now? He twists a little, peering down deeper into his shirt, looking for any sign of definition.

You squinted, your curiosity piqued. "Wait, wait, let me see."

Without hesitation, you lean over, slyly peeking down his shirt too.

Jake startles, looking at you in amusement. "Baby, do you wanna ask before invading my privacy?"

You raise a brow. "Privacy? Oh please, you're the one pulling at your shirt in the middle of our conversation—"

Then, before you can finish your sentence, Jake smirks. "Oh? You wanna peek?"

In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under the collar of your shirt.

Your eyes widen in horror. "YAH!"

"FAIR GAME, BABY!" Jake cackles, pulling slightly to peek, but you screech, swatting his hand away and curling into yourself protectively.

"You PERVERT!" you yell, face heating up as you clutches your shirt.

"YOU STARTED IT!" Jake fires back, still laughing, completely entertained by your flustered state.

You huff, crossing your arms. "You were literally checking yourself out first!"

"Yeah, because I was curious! But you? You just wanted to sneak a look at your boyfriend's hot bod." He smirks smugly, leaning back. "I get it, baby, I’m irresistible."

You throw a pillow at his face.

You glare at him, grabbing another pillow. "Tch, pervert."

Jake only smirks wider, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. “On second thought,” he hums, tapping his chin, “I’ve seen what they look like already since I’ve seen you naked before and damn, do they look fuckin’ gorgeo—”

THWACK.

Another pillow slams into his face, muffling the end of his sentence.

"HEY!" Jake exclaims, pushing the pillow off as you grab yet another one, ready to attack. "I was giving you a compliment!"

"SHUT UP, JAKE!" you shriek, throwing the next pillow at full force.

Jake barely dodges, laughing his ass off as he scrambles away. "I’m just saying how blessed you are and how I’m also blessed with the sight of your—OW!"

You had chucked yet another pillow at him, this time with more force. “YAH!” you exclaims, face burning. “Do you ever shut up?!”

Jake, still dying of laughter, shields himself with his arms. "Okay, okay! No more!" he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. But his mischievous smirk betrays him.

You narrows your eyes, suspicious. "You’re still thinking something stupid, aren’t you?"

Jake grins. "Noooo…"

She raises the pillow again.

"Okay, fine, YES—" Jake bolts up and runs, but you are right behind him, swinging the pillow like your life depends on it.

"IS IT EVER A CRIME FOR A GUY TO JUST WORSHIP HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR HAVING THE BODY OF A GODDESS?!" Jake yells dramatically as he dodges yet another pillow.

"YES!" You shriek, lunging at him with full force.

He barely has time to react before you tackle him onto the bed, straddling his waist as you smack him with the pillow repeatedly. “TAKE! THAT! BACK!”

Jake is howling with laughter, weakly trying to shield himself. "NEVER!"

"SIM JAEYUN, I SWEAR TO GOD—"

Before you can land another hit, he grabs your wrists, flipping them over so you're trapped underneath him. He smirks down at you, his face inches from yours. "Damn, baby, you’re aggressive."

You glare. "Let me go."

"Say you forgive me."

"No."

"Say I’m the best boyfriend ever."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Jake pouts. "Then I guess we’re staying like this forever."

You groan, wiggling under him. "Fine. I forgive you. Now get off, you big oaf."

Jake grins victoriously but doesn’t move. "And the other part?"

She glares harder. "Don’t push your luck."

Jake easily pins both of your wrists above your head with just one hand, his strength making your stomach twist in anticipation—and maybe a little regret for starting this whole mess.

His gaze slowly drags down from your face to where he’s been most obsessed with today, eyes darkening with mischief.

"It’s calling out to me," he murmurs, fixated.

You gulp. " babe..."

"You started it, baby."

" Babe… no."

"One tiny peek?" Jake tilts his head, feigning innocence.

"No."

"One squeeze?"

"Only if you let me run my hands over your abs."

Jake pauses. His expression shifts as if he’s actually considering the offer.

Then, with a defeated sigh, he releases your wrists. "Deal."

You blinked. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve been curious, baby." Jake smirks, tapping his stomach. "Go ahead, have your moment."

She immediately presses your hands against his torso, fingers spreading over the firm ridges of his abs. "Damn," you mutter under your breath. "You’ve been working out."

Jake chuckles, eyes glinting. "You like?"

You hum, still feeling around. "Mhm…"

Then, without warning, you pinches his waist.

"HEY—!" Jake jerks back, eyes wide as you erupt into laughter. "That was NOT part of the deal!"

"Oops~" you sing, giggling as you dodge the pillow he throws back at you.

"Baby~ my turn of the deal!" Jake grins as he lunges toward you, his long legs easily closing the distance between them.

"WAITWAITWAIT—" You squeal, scrambling off the bed and making a run for it. You dodge left, then right, but Jake is faster, effortlessly blocking your escape like a predator cornering its prey.

"You can’t escape me, baby~" He sing-songs, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

" Babe, let’s talk about this—"

"Nah, deal’s a deal."

You freeze, your breath hitching as Jake’s arms tighten around your waist, locking you in place. Your back is flush against his chest, and you can feel his low chuckle vibrating through you.

"Gotcha, baby~" he purrs, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"Babe…" you warn, your voice already losing its strength.

"Hmm?" His grip tightens just slightly, his hands warm against your waist, fingers teasingly flexing. "What was that? You were saying something?"

You swallow. You can feel his hands inching up, moving so deliberately slow that it makes you squirm.

"Jake, no—"

"Jake, yes," he counters immediately, laughing when you whine in frustration. "A deal’s a deal, baby."

"I HATE YOU—"

"No, you don’t."

His fingers finally reach their destination, giving a gentle squeeze.

You yelp, your entire body jolting at the sensation.

"TCH—PERVERT!" you screeches, your face burning as you elbow him—hard.

"Oof—!" Jake staggers back, laughing through the pain as you escape his hold, whipping around to glare at him with a flustered pout.

"Was it worth it?!" you demand.

Jake grins, rubbing his ribs. "One hundred percent."

You huffs, watching Jake rub his ribs with that stupid smug grin still plastered on his face. Even though he totally deserved that elbow to the gut, a tiny pang of guilt tugs at you. Maybe—just maybe—you elbowed him a little too hard.

Still, a tiny pang of guilt creeps in. With a sigh, you step forward, grabbing his face gently between your hands.

"Baby," you murmurs, your thumbs softly brushing over his cheeks.

Jake blinks at you, momentarily caught off guard. "Huh?"

Before he can say anything else, You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. It’s slow, warm—comforting, like an unspoken apology.

His hands instinctively find your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, completely forgetting whatever “pain” he was in before.

When you finally pull away, Jake’s lips chase after yours, whining slightly at the loss of contact. "Baby…"

When you pull back, your gaze flickers to where his hands rest at your sides. A mischievous idea pops into your head, and before you can second-guess yourself, you turn around, grab his wrists and—

guides them back to your chest, letting him cup you from behind.

Jake freezes.

"W-Wait, what—" His breath catches as he feels the familiar warmth of your soft curves beneath his palms.

Jake short-circuits. His mouth falls open, and for the first time in a while, he’s completely speechless. His hands instinctively give a tiny squeeze, and when he realizes what just happened—

"You like doing this, right?" you mumble, tilting your head. "Does this make you feel better?"

"Oh, my God," he breathes. "Baby, you’re the best girlfriend ever."

You snort, amused at how easily he crumbles. "Yeah, yeah. Happy now?"

"So happy." Jake grins, eyes locked at where his hands are. "You’re never allowed to elbow me again, okay? Just do this instead."

"Ok times up, you're touching too much” you swat his hands away.

Jake pouts dramatically as you swat his hands away. "Aw, come on! That was, like, two seconds!"

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "Two seconds too long."

"Baby," he whines, attempting to sneak his hands back, but you smack them away again.

"Nope. Times up. You got your comfort, now behave."

Jake huffs, flopping onto the bed with a defeated sigh. "Can’t believe my own girlfriend is putting a time limit on my happiness."

You snorted, settling next to him. "Your happiness is too handsy."

"I just appreciate you, that’s all!" Jake grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "Like, really, really appreciate—"

You grab another pillow and smack him with it. "Go to sleep, pervert."

Jake just laughs, pulling you into his arms. "Fine, fine. But you owe me next time."

"In your dreams, Babe."

Jake grins, his voice mischievous. "Hopefully, they do appear in my dreams—free from their entrapment, all soft and perfect to the touch—"

He starts making squeezing motions in the air, eyes glazed over in fantasy.

SMACK!

"OW—OKAY, OKAY!" He clutches his arm where you hit him, wheezing through his laughter. "I WAS JUST SAYING!"

"Go. To. Sleep." You glare, pointing at him with the pillow like a threat.

Jake cackles. "Okay, okay! I’ll stop!"

"You better!" You glare, hugging a pillow to your chest like it’s your only defense against his nonsense.

But Jake, being Jake, just grins. "I mean, I was just saying—"

You grab another pillow and WHACK him again.

"OW! OKAY, I GET IT!" He laughs, shielding himself. "No more boob talk! No more boob talk!"

"Good." You huffs, finally lying down to get comfortable.

A few seconds of silence pass.

Then, from beside you—

"I’m just saying, baby..." Jake’s voice comes out softer, almost like he’s thinking out loud. "They look... really... really good."

With every pause, his gaze inevitably drifts downward again.

You grab his face, forcing him to look straight into your eyes. "SIM JAEYUN."

Jake gulps, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips—then inevitably drifting down again.

"YAH!" You shake him slightly, snapping him out of it.

"SORRY, SORRY!" He chuckles, hands raised in surrender. "But, baby, can you blame me? They just—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth. "Not. Another. Word."

Jake nods obediently, though his eyes still betray him.

"I see you looking—!"

"No, you don’t!" He blurts out, trying to look anywhere but there.

"I CAN FEEL YOUR GAZE, YOU MENACE!"

Jake laughs, finally giving in and pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Fine, fine. I’ll behave... for now."

"You better, or next time, I’m tying a blindfold around your eyes."

Jake smirks against your skin. "Kinky."

"OH MY GOD—"

[concreteangel92]

ok filthy smut request I've had this idea floating around my head for a while but too scared to ask someone to write it

Noah goes to a party at a friend's house and that's where he sees reader - she's beautiful, probably out of his league but he has to get to know her. One small problem, she came with someone else. That doesn't stop Noah from trying to get close to her. The man she came with is bland, boring and pays no attention to reader, so she sits on the couch with Noah and they start talking, discovering they have much in common. The talk turns very flirty, she confides in him that she's unhappy with her relationship with the man she came with tonight. Noah puts his hand on her thigh and moves it under her skirt. He whispers in her ear "meet me in the upstairs bathroom in 5 minutes". When reader gets to the bathroom, the shower is running making the room damp and steamy. She asks him why and he says to drown out any noise. She removes a ring from her left hand and places it next to the sink. What happens next is the filthiest sweatiest smuttiest bathroom sex ever (this is where I trust the writer!). When they've both finished Noah goes back down on her and she asks what is he doing, knowing he just came there. He tells her "can't send you back to your husband all dirty, I gotta clean you up baby" As they get dressed, she puts her ring back on she noticed he put her underwear in his pocket. He said it's a souvenir in case I never see you again. I'll let you writer decide how reader responds. The end.

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: shower sex, use of shower head, PiV, slight cheating, oral (female receiving) dom Noah always, praise kink, slight choking, cum play (in a way) I think that’s it’s but let me know if I’ve missed anything!

So I remember getting this and this request is write up my street, sorry it’s taken so long but I hope it’s worth the wait!

As I discussed at the time with the anon, I’m not comfortable to write full on cheating as I’ve experienced it myself a few times and to me there is no excuse for it and I don’t want to write it myself but I’ve made a way of making it work by changing it slightly haha

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The party was in full swing. You were an old friend of Matt’s and had been invited by him.

You had decided to bring your date with you. You’d only been on a couple dates so far and if you were honest you were very bored with him but he had a couple friends who were coming to the party so you decided to break it off after tonight so it wasn’t awkward if you ran into him.

You stood chatting with Matt, your date was chatting to his friends and had hardly paid you any attention all evening which had annoyed you, although you didn’t feel the connection, some common courtesy wouldn’t go amiss.

You were chatting and sipping on your drink when you caught eyes with the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, you watched as he was walking over in your direction, his intense gaze not once faltering from yours.

Matt nodded to him “hey Noah”

Noah nodded his head and said hello back and then gave you a small smile.

“Noah this is y/n, y/n Noah”

You smiled up at him and offered out your hand which he took in his own, the size difference between you was hard for you to ignore as you felt the warmth of his skin against yours as his hand basically engulfed yours.

“Nice to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine”

You spent the next hour chatting with Noah on one of the couches and found out you actually had a lot in common such as your music interests and the games you both played. The conversation flowed so naturally and beautifully that you never wanted it to end, you both sat close together and Noah’s arm was draped casually over the back of the sofa behind your head, keeping his body turned to you. The connection you felt was like nothing you’d felt before that you’d almost forgotten you’d come here with someone else.

“Sorry I’m probably keeping you from your boyfriend”

You look up at him confused until he elaborates.

“The guy I saw you come here with tonight?”

“Oh…he’s not my boyfriend…not exactly”

Noah lets out a small laugh.

“Not exactly?”

“I’ve been dating him for a couple weeks but…it’s not really…going anywhere”

Noah looked more intrigued at your answer.

“Not feeling it?”

You glance around the party and saw your ‘date’ still laughing and chatting with his friends, not caring in the slightest that you’ve ‘disappeared’ from him.

“No…he’s…if I was to be honest, he’s so boring and I don’t plan to continue seeing him really….only reason we came together tonight is because we have mutual friends and I didn’t want it to be weird if we saw each other after I’d called it off”

Noah nodded at your words and his expression started to change and his tone had a very flirty undertone.

“So what I’m hearing here is, you’re single?”

You couldn’t stop the smile tugging on your lips as you looked up at him.

“More or less”

“That definitely makes things more interesting then….”

You glanced down when you felt his fingers gently brushing the bare skin of your thigh that your skirt didn’t reach, tracing lazy patterns before his hand moved slightly higher causing your breath to hitch in your throat softly.

“Yeah?”

You felt an ache forming between your legs at his touch as his fingers traced the hem of your skirt but not moving any higher, you looked up into his eyes to see them already dilating, making his brown eyes appear almost black.

“Want me to show you exactly how that guy should be treating you?”

Your lips parted and you nodded.

“Meet me upstairs in the bathroom in 5 minutes”

No words would come out, you nodded again and felt your cheeks go warm as he smirked and stood up, giving you a cheeky wink as he walked away and went upstairs.

You sat there in a daze for a moment, not believing that such a handsome and seemingly amazing guy was offering to take care of you because your ‘date’ couldn’t. You didn’t normally have one night stands but there was something about Noah, you knew you just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

The next 5 minutes felt like an eternity before you finished the drink in your hand and made your way upstairs to the bathroom hearing the faint sound of the shower running which caused your brows to frown. You knocked on the door and called out his name softly.

Noah opened the door with a smile and gestured for you to come inside, you walked through and he locked the door behind you.

The shower was running and the room was already feeling warm from the steam.

“Why is the shower on?”

Noah didn’t respond at first, he leant down and captured your lips with his in a firm but gentle kiss before he pulled away slightly.

“To drown out the screams I intend to pull from you tonight”

Your eyes went wide and your whole face flushed.

“You look beautiful when you’re shy princess”

You didn’t respond, you simply smirked up at him and put your hair up to try and keep it as dry as possible while Noah’s hands rested on your waist, slipping under your shirt, the feeling of his hands over your body had the anticipation running through you at the thought of how different they will feel over wet skin.

His lips met yours once again but this time it was more urgent than the last, you both start to undress the other knowing time wasn’t completely on your side given the current environment.

Steam enveloped the bathroom, clinging to the walls and fogging up the mirror as water rained down from the showerhead, the steady rhythm drowning out everything as Noah pulled you both under the spray.

Noah positioned you with your back up against his chest, his hands coming up to caress your breasts in his large hands, your nipples hardening under his touch immediately.

“You’re absolutely breath taking”

You moaned softly as you felt his hard length pressing into you from behind.

“I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me angel”

One of his hands started to trail lower, gliding over your skin as the water cascaded down over your front, teasing you around your inner thighs but not going exactly where you needed him the most.

You had to clear your throat before you spoke.

“Sadly I don’t think we have time for teasing”

His chuckle vibrated against your back.

“You’re right. Spread your legs slightly for me”

You did as you were told and you felt his hand wrap around your neck with a firm grip as he turned your head towards him so you were looking up at him.

“I’m going to make sure you forget all about that guy you came here with”

“Yes please”

You glanced down and admired how his skin and tattoos looked almost glasslike in this moment.

You felt his finger gently trace your cheek.

“I love it when my girl knows her manners. Now hands against the wall”

You turned back around and placed your hands on the cool tiles, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Feeling the head of his cock against your wet folds made your head fall forward as your hips moved back, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he pushed himself inside slowly, stretching you out beautifully.

You heard his groans as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You feel better than I imagined….fuck!”

Noah didn’t waste any time before he started a firm, steady rhythm into you, his hands not leaving your waist.

“Oh…shit!”

Your walls clenched around him as he moved faster, your knees nearly buckling under the pressure of his hips slamming into you.

You struggled to keep your moans low as the pleasure started to build in your lower stomach.

“Fuck….you were made for me….so fucking perfect”

You felt Noah’s arm wrap around your chest, bringing you back up into him and changing the angle causing your hands to hold onto him for support as you cried out, praying the running shower was enough to muffle the sound.

The party downstairs disappeared as you lost yourselves in each other. You had your eyes closed, you could feel your high building, you just needed a little more.

Noah’s body shifted ever so slightly behind you as he reached his arm up. You’d barely opened your eyes to see what he was doing before they rolled back into your head and you cried out loudly until his other hand covered your mouth as you felt the hard pressure of the shower head being held over your clit as he continued to pound into you from behind.

“Easy baby…you going to keep quiet for me?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder as you nodded, your body feeling like jelly as he kept the water raining down on you mercilessly causing your thighs to start to tremble.

Noah kept his other arm firmly around your stomach as you placed one of your hands back on the wall for balance as he continued to use the shower head to simulate you as your arousal grow stronger and stronger by the second.

Your body started to shake in his arms, the spray of the water felt incredible as he moved it over you with expert ease.

“Noah….fuck….I’m going to….”

You felt like your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you hard, you had to cover your own mouth to hide the scream as Noah continued to thrust into you, the shower head was finally taken away as he held onto you as you rode out your high. You could feel his own thrusts becoming more sloppy as his groans were low in your ear.

“Shit…you’re so fucking tight…”

You moaned into Noah’s arm as you felt him painting the inside of your walls causing you to clench around him as he held onto you tightly.

As you both tried to catch your breath, the only sounds that could be heard was the running water and the very faint rumble of the party still going on downstairs.

You felt Noah’s head lift off your shoulder and he slowly pulled out of you which caused you to whine at the loss.

Noah turned you around to face him, pressed his lips against yours before he sank down to his knees in front of you as your back pressed up against the wall.

“Wha..what are you doing?”

You suddenly became very conscious of how you could feel his cum starting to drip out of you and onto your inner thighs.

“Can’t send you back to that guy of yours all dirty now I? Gotta clean you up baby”

And with that, Noah dived straight between your legs and you felt his tongue slip inbetween your folds.

“Oh…”

Your head fell back against the tiles as your hands came into his hair as you felt his tongue licking the inside of your walls, cleaning out any trace of his own release.

It was filthy, it was dirty and you fucking loved it.

Once Noah was satisfied he’d cleaned you out, his mouth went up to suck on your clit while he used his inked fingers inside to stroke you.

Noah didn’t stop until he had your trembling and cumming hard against his mouth with a low moan.

He pulled away with a smirk and licked his lips.

“You taste delicious”

Your cheeks were flushed red as you looked down at him.

“And you certainly have a talented mouth”

Noah chuckled and stood up, turning the shower off.

“Come on, we better get back downstairs before anyone comes looking”

You both got dried and started to get dressed, you looked around for your underwear and saw that Noah fully dressed, was slipping them into his back pocket.

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Just a little souvenir”

You giggled. “Incase you don’t see me again?”

“No. So you have to see me again to come and collect them”

Noah smirked and gave you a cheeky wink before he slipped out of the bathroom and left you to finish making yourself look more presentable.

You left the party once you’d made sure there was no evidence of your little escapade. It was only on the way home that you suddenly realised you hadn’t given Noah your number so had no way of contacting him.

You felt a wave of disappointment hit you as you travelled back to your apartment when you felt your phone vibrate.

You took your phone out and couldn’t stop the smile that formed on your face.

“Red thongs are a personal favourite of mine. I approve of your choice this evening x”

Matt had probably given Noah your number, you smirked as you texted back.

“Yeah? They are one of my favourite pairs haha x”

“Have to arrange a date for you to get them off me then x”

[syrenqinche]

How the LIs would react to MC showing up in their lives when they're dating you (non-MC). (Honest Edition)

content: angst, fluff

Zayne

❄️ He started dating you soon after he got settled in his role at the hospital and things were finally more stable. It took a lot of yearning and a hot pursuit from your end, but he finally gave in after looking at your determination.

❄️ One day he's back from work and the two of you are having a cozy dinner when he tells you that MC visited him today for a checkup, and she was startled to see him after so many years. You almost drop your fork and lick your lips nervously. You have heard about MC of course, Zayne has mentioned her, a bit too many times. You thought it was just a crush he didn't want to admit, and she was buried in the past, and now she was back.

❄️Zayne takes a look at your troubled expression and moves to sit closer to you, circling an arm around your hunched shoulders. "She's just a friend." he tells you firmly, making you look at him.

"But Zayne, honestly, it feels like you might like her a bit too much for a friend."

❄️ "Let me be clear." Zayne states again. "I'm her doctor and she's my patient. At best, we're childhood friends. I have no intention of cheating on you, love. I'm sure she knows me well enough to not try, either." He slowly pats your head until your nervousness begins to subside.

Sylus

🐦‍⬛ He wouldn't even agree to date anyone until he was sure he was completely over MC, he's rational and wise like that, ffs he's 28. So when he asks you out after a heated, cat-and-mouse chase type work situationship, he means to keep you forever.

🐦‍⬛ MC shows up as this spy in the N109 Zone and although he immediately recognizes her from a distance due to the curse she put on him, he decides to put all his efforts into making sure they would not cross paths. He lets his Onichynus subordinates deal with her while he takes you on long vacations.

🐦‍⬛ MC does manage to snake her way through the hierarchy and Sylus has to intervene, but he keeps it strictly professional. He never comes within a 10 feet distance of her and his tone is cold and businesslike, unlike his purring, teasing drawl that comes out when he's around you.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus finally has a direct conversation with MC, but his words are far from kind. "Sorry, Miss Hunter, but you got the wrong guy. I may have been yours once upon a time, but in this life? I'm taken." He makes sure she's on her way back to Linkon as soon as her work is done, and she doesn't even realize she and Sylus have any past life connection at all.

Caleb

🍎 You were always vary of MC. She was your boyfriend's childhood bestfriend after all. It was even more of a knife in your heart situation for you because Caleb and you started off with a drunken one-night stand which happened in the later years of university. The two of you agreed to date and be exclusive till you graduated.

🍎 She was always on speed dial for him, his pinned chat, no.1 streaked person on socials. They met up often and crashed at each other's places all the time. Your friends had started advising you to break up with him. One day you cornered Caleb and asked him. "Between her and me. Pick one."

🍎 Caleb would laugh nervously and shake his head like he didn't know what you're talking about. "You're so obsessed with her, why don't you date her then?"

He'd try to deflect the question once again by saying, "It's complicated, and she's important to me, you know that."

🍎 Eventually you have to let go of him because although you respect friendship in all forms, you are just as deserving of undivided love as MC is.

Xavier

⭐Xavier, being pragmatic, does not immediately believe in the concept of fate binding him to another. He examines her closely, engages in calculated conversations, and tries to reason that if fate brought her here, it must be for a purpose beyond love.

⭐Yet, every time she speaks, there’s an ache in his chest—a whisper of something once lost. But you are his now, and Xavier does not let go of what is his. He makes it clear to both you and her: he will not be swayed by destiny when his heart has already made a choice.

⭐He grips your hand tighter when she’s around, makes a point to show you off—kissing your forehead, holding you close. It’s not just for you. It’s for himself. A reminder that he chose you. But deep down, you can feel the war inside him.

⭐He begins training harder, pushing himself further, as if he can outrun whatever force has brought her here. But at night, when you pull him into your warmth, he exhales and lets himself be vulnerable. "I will not lose you, no matter what destiny has planned," he murmurs. And for Xavier, that is a vow stronger than fate itself.

Rafayel

🐟Rafayel acts completely unaffected. He does not acknowledge her presence beyond what is necessary, does not even blink when others talk about her. But you know him too well. The tension in his jaw, the way his hands tighten into fists when he thinks no one is looking—it is there. He is furious.

🐟 Who else could take all his tantrums and dramatics like you, hold him like you do when he's in pain or experiencing great sorrow from the horrors he has witnessed. Who else would kill for him if he asked them to, only you.

🐟 Okay, he does start falling for MC a little bit due to their past connection but he quickly recovers. He reminds himself of what's real and not and furiously apologizes to you. You forgive him eventually when it's been weeks upon weeks of sorrys and I love yous and kisses.

🐟 He was the one who said after all that Lemurians only have one mate for life. And it was her once upon a time. In another life. But now, it was you. He was bound to you.

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 20 ➧The Realization

Pairings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧3.6ᴋ+

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"And then he had the audacity to tell me to choose him because Suguru doesn't know what I need as if he ever knew. So I can't wait anymore I need to go out and blow off some steam. Are you in?" You ask as you look through your closest trying to figure out what would be a good outfit to grab lunch in then go to club in.

"I'm sorry but Kento and I actually have plans. Some relatives that didn't get to come to the wedding are coming to stay with us for a few days. It was unexpected and if it wasn't for that you know I'd be there." She sighs and you can tell this won't be the most pleasant visit because out of the two hundred and five guest that sent back the RSVP card there was only one person who declined to go. It was an aunt on Emi's side and she always told me stories about how exhausting it was to be around her. You didn't want to press her with anymore details because you had met her aunt once and you never wanted the misfortune of having to be around her again.

"Don't be sorry. I can always go out with Surguru anyways if he's free." You say as you stumble upon a black dress that fell right above your knees that you bought forever ago but didn't have the confidence to wear it; that is until now.

"Go get yourself laid and forget all about the bad things." Emi teased and you laughed.

"How many times do I have to tell you we are just friends. And don't you dare mention how we flirt with each other. It just playful banter." You say as you look at yourself in the reflection of your mirror as you held the dress up to you. You could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the phone.

"Whatever you say. All I'm saying you it wouldn't hurt to try something new." She said and you sighed.

You both talked for another hour before you heard Kento call out for Emi and she lets out the most exasperated sigh you had ever heard come from her.

"I have to go get my aunt from the airport now. Please stay safe and call me later."

You said your goodbyes and you immediately called Suguru. The phone rang a few times before he answered and you felt your face heat up by the sounds he made right before he answered. He let the most sultry groan out before he actually greeted you.

"Hey pretty. What's up?" He said as he let out a shaky breath. You let out a nervous chuckle as your thighs rubbed together.

"Is this, um, a bad time Suguru?"

"No pretty. You're fine. I'm just in the middle of my work out." He said as he lets out another groan and you hated yourself for wanting to hear more. "What did you think I was doing?"

"Well-"

You heard him click his tongue and let out a chuckle which only caused your body to heat up more.

"Such a dirty mind you have pretty." He says as you hear a few clicks on his end before some shuffling. Your eyebrows furrowed and you felt the need to defend yourself.

"What are you talking about? You sounded busy! My mind is full of nothing but pure thoughts." You say which causes him to laugh and that sound alone makes your heart skip a beat.

"So did you need something pretty or did you just happen to call at just the right time." He teased and you pouted although he couldn't see you.

"I actually had to go into town to pick up my new phone and I was wondering if you wanted to join me. I've had a rough couple days and I wanted to get lunch and go clubbing after." You say as you throw your dress on your bed and look for shoes to wear with it.

"I'd love to. What time were you thinking?" He replied as you heard a squeak then what sounded like a shower started. You wanted to slam your head through the wall at the image of Suguru naked. Get it together.

"Meet me in front of the cafe in an hour." You say.

"Sounds good. I'll see you soon pretty." And with that the line goes dead and you're left with the most impure thoughts you swore to him you weren't having. After all that has happened you decided it was time to start over with someone new. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to see how things would work out with Surguru.

You stood outside the cafe looking down at your phone and you were happy to be looking down at screen that wasn't going to give you a small cut if you swiped too quickly. You looked down at the way your dress blew in the breeze; the best way to describe the dress you wore was something like when Princess Dianne stepped out into the public eye after her divorce. The "revenge dress" the public called it and you felt the same way. You heard a low whistle and looked to see Suguru walking towards you. He wore a simple white t-shirt tucked in only partially into plaid tan pants that were cropped at the ankle.

He surprisingly wore a pair of converse which was a lot more casual than you had been use to seeing him. Despite that to say he wasn't mouthing watering was a lie. You smiled at him as he walked over to you and hugged you.

"You look stunning." Suguru said as he wrapped his arm around your waist as he kissed the top of your head. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you looked up and smiled at him.

"I think this is the most casual I've ever seen you and if I have to admit you look wonderful." You say and he smiles down at you.

"I always try to look my best for you." He teases and you roll your eyes playfully.

"You're a fashion designer I don't think you'd be caught dead in anything that didn't make you the center of attention when you walk into a room." You say and he gives you a bashful smile as he pulls you closer to him as you both start walking.

"Can't you just let me flirt with you." He jokes as you laugh as you lean into him.

You walk closely to one another as you walk to a restaurant close by that you both had decided to give a try. Once you sat down and got your food it was like time flew by. You talked about how the cafe was going and how he was going to be flying out next week to Bali for a fashion show his friend was holding. He reached across the table and held your hand as you talked about an encounter a few days ago that at the time wasn't funny but was now that you were retelling the story. The way his thumb rubbed soft circles against your knuckles should've sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring but they remained dormant.

You chucked it up to having some alcohol in your system as you pregamed going to the club later on. Soon you paid your bill and walked hand in hand to the club downtown. The music from the club was booming and the line outside the club was the shortest it was going to be for the rest of the night so you and Suguru wasted no time getting in line. He wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head on top of your head as you spent forty-five minutes making your way through the line. Despite how close he was the butterflies till were stilling hiding.

Once inside you both went straight to the bar and ordered a few drinks; after downing the drink immediately you were soon out on the dance floor moving to the music. You smiled as Suguru pulled your back flush against his body as you grind against him. Your arm is behind his head as his hands are on your hips as he's leaned over you. His hot breath in your ear made you feel light headed but those butterflies still refused to wake from their slumber. You closed your eyes as you let your mind wander and that's when the butterflies started their dance.

His hands ran up your thighs to your hips and give it a soft squeeze. You gasped at he feeling and you heard him chuckle in your ear.

"What a naughty girl. Thinking of me when you're grinding against another a man. And my old friend on top of that." Satoru whispered and you jumped and turned around.

Suguru looked at you in confusion as he put his hand on your shoulder. You breathing was labored as you looked around for Satoru.

"Are you okay?" Suguru leaned down to say in your ear over the music. You looked at him to see his worried expression and you offered him a weary smile.

"Yeah I just got light headed. Can we go sit down?" You lied and he nodded his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to make sure you had support.

You couldn't admit to Suguru right now that the sparks that you wished were there between you two just weren't. What worse is that you still had those feelings for someone who could never reciprocate those feelings for you. You sighed once you sat down at one of the booths in the club. Suguru had gotten you a glass of water and you drank it quickly as you looked out at the club. It had to be you were dehydrated because why else would you be seeing Satoru.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. I promise Suguru, you don't have to worry." You smiled at him as you put your hand over him to reassure him that you okay. You glanced at the bar for a moment only to quickly snap your head back in that direction. You've got to be shitting me.

"I'm gonna go get another water do you want anything?" You say without looking at Suguru.

"Why don't you let me get it for you." He stood and you stopped him.

"No it's okay. I need to walk around a little anyways. So?" You said as you got up from the booth and he shook his head.

"I'm good. Hurry back pretty okay?" He said giving you a small smile and you returned the same smile as you made your way through the crowd.

Suddenly the adrenaline high kicked in as you made your way over to the one person you didn't want to see. You walked up and leaned against the bar as you smiled.

"Where's Satoru?" You asked as Hina turned around to see who had randomly walked up to her. Her smile quickly dropped from her face as she didn't respond. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I asked you where Satoru is. You're together aren't you?" You said as you looked over at the man you assumed she was trying to flirt with.

His eyes flicked between you and Hina as he arched his eyebrow at her as if to ask what was going on. Hina looked back at you and narrowed her eyes at you but you maintained the smile on your face.

"I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about." Hina asked trying to act as if you were some drunk stranger.

"Don't act stupid. You schemed and plotted to mess up our relationship so where is he?" You say as your smile dropped.

"I'll catch you later Hina." The man said as he grabbed his drink and made his way through the rest of the crowd who enjoyed their evening.

Hina dropped her sweet facade as he walked away; she turned back to you and glared.

"Aw, did I ruin something for you?" You mocked and she rolled her eyes. "Since you're not busy maybe you can tell me why you're here flirting with some random guy when Satoru is so close by." You say knowing it wasn't an illusion earlier. He was here and he was tormenting you. It's what they both did best after all.

"What are you talking about? Satoru isn't here." Hina said with a sigh as she took a sip of her drink. You looked at her as you furrowed your brow.

"Yes he is? I saw him earlier." You said as you stared at her. She raised her eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

"If you must know he's at home right now. I'm sure he's waiting for a miracle you'll come back to him or something."

"Hina, I'm starting to get real tired of this stupid game-"

"Look, I know you and I haven't gotten along throughout the years. I honestly figured you were just another person he'd mess around with and get bored. That's always what he did with me." She said as she looked straight ahead and took a sip of her drink. "I don't blame him thought because we just weren't meant to be."

You felt the light buzz start to fade at the way her face pulled into a frown.

"In all the years we've know each other we went to a number of parties throughout high school and college. At each of those parties he never drank. So you can imagine my surprise when I showed up to the bar and saw him; on top of that he was shit faced. I quickly realized that because he came home with me that didn't mean he'd grown bored of you. He got wasted at the bar and in that drunken state agreed to come home with me because he wanted to forget about you. But you were all he could talk about when we got back home; he wouldn't shut up about you actually."

"What?" You said and she looked at you and scoffed.

"All I can say is I envy the way he feels about you. Anything else should come from his mouth." She says before she looks down at her polished nails. "I'm sorry." Is the last thing she said before she grabbed her glass and smiled once again. "See you later." Hina said before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

You sat at the bar for another moment or two before you turned to flag down the bar tender for a shot. You quickly downed it as soon as you got it. You made your way back to the booth Suguru was sitting at; he was scrolling though his phone. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face and you knew right then what had to be done. It was time to put yourself first and focus on your happiness no matter what; you managed a smile as you leaned against the table.

"I think I'm gonna head home." You say and Suguru looks up at you.

"Are you sure pretty?" He asked as he stood up from the booth and tucked his phone in your pocket.

"Yeah. I'm starting to get tired." You say as you felt his arm wrap around your waist. There was a short pause before he spoke up.

"Do you wanna come over?" Suguru asked and you thought about it for a moment then nodded your head.

"I'd love to." You said with a smile.

The combination of the walk to Suguru's car and the drive back to his condo proved to be challenging. Despite you being able to keep up with the conversation like you usually would there was still that nagging feeling. If you were doing what was best for you which was to move on from Satoru then why did it feel so wrong. You felt Suguru grab your hand and you tensed up as you looked over at him. Luckily it was dark enough so he didn't catch the way your body changed at the feeling of his touch.

He had already grabbed your hand once this evening but this time it seemed more intimate. The drive to his condo was too short for your over thinking mind to keep up; you followed him up to his front door as you mouth dropped open.

"This place is gorgeous Suguru." You say as you walk through the front door and gaze around the modern open concept space.

"This place? Eh. It's a place to hang my hat." He teases as he puts his keys on a key hook by the door. You turn and give him a look which causes him to laugh. "Honestly I miss this place when I leave for trips. This will always be home." He says as he makes his way over to the white sectional in the middle of the large space. He takes a seat and leans against the couch.

"Do you have roommates? This is such a large space for just one person." You say as you walk over and sit down.

"No, it's just me." He said as he watched you look around his home.

"Don't you get lonely?" You say as you look at him noticing he was already looking at you.

"If I say yes will you come over more." He says as he moves a little closer to you.

You paused for a moment as your heart rate shot up again. It was now or never. You smiled at him and nodded your head as you moved closer. You still had a little bit of a buzz from the alcohol earlier so you hoped the liquor would give you courage.

"Maybe." You tease as you lean in closer to him.

The smile he gives you make you want to melt as he slowly raised his hand to your cheek.

"Always a tease." He softly said as you placed your hand on his chest.

"It's more fun that way." You said as he moved his hand to the nape of your neck as he pulled you in. His soft lips connecting with yours.

Your eyes flutter shut as you sigh into the kiss. You move even closer to him as you place your other hand on his toned thigh. You both move in sync with one another as his grip on the back of your neck is firm. You opened your eyes a little only to see Satoru standing behind Suguru with his arms crossed over his chest. His head was tilted to the side as his expression looked almost bored. You gasped and pushed Suguru away.

"What's wrong?" Suguru said as he looked behind him trying to follow your gaze. When he doesn't see anything he looks back at you.

"I'm sorry. I thought I heard something."

Before he could reply you pulled him on top of you. You crashed your lips against his and he let out a soft groan at the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. You closed your eyes tight as you refused to open them prematurely. What the hell was going on and why were you seeing Satoru in all these places?

"You can try and shut me out all you want to peach. You can even try and move on but you and I both know it isn't going to work." You heard Satoru whisper in your ear as you felt Suguru kiss down your jaw and place kisses on your neck. His hands started to run up your exposed thigh taking the hem of your dress with it.

"You're really going to let him put his hands all over what's mine peach?" Satoru whispered again.

"Wait." You said as you pushed against Suguru's shoulders. He immediately stopped and looked down at you.

"Was I moving to fast?" He asked as he sat back on his thighs. You moved your hand over your face and shook your head.

You felt like you were going crazy as you closed your eyes. You heard Suguru chuckle and you looked up at him.

"It's because Gojo isn't it?" He said and your eyes widened.

"H-How did-"

"I saw you talking to Hina earlier and I figured she had told you something. You entire vibe changed after that. To be honest I'm shocked you agreed to come back with me." He said as he readjusted and leaned against the couch with his legs crossed over one another. Your face heated up as you looked down at your hands.

"I'm so sorry Suguru. I didn't mean for this happen." You say as there was an overwhelming wave of guilt hit you.

"Hey, look at me pretty," He said as he tilted your chin up so you could look at him. "I knew what I was up against from the beginning. Had you been anyone else it would be a completely different story but there's something about you that has always captivated his soul. I can understand why." He said giving you a smile and you exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

You leaned in and wrapped your arms around him. You closed your eyes as you laid against his chest; he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"I hope we can still be friends." You said and Suguru chuckled which caused you to look up at him and narrow your eyes.

"Of course.You can't get rid of me that easily. No promises I won't flirt with you especially if he's around." He teased and you playfully hit his chest. "Let's get you home pretty."

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[sprinkleonthatcriticism]

I just wanna remind you all that I still need help with moving out with my trans girlfriend.

I need to raise money so me and my girlfriend can move out just in case Housing Commission falls flat (plus it would take housing commission SEVEN PLUS YEARS to actually give us a private housing due to other people waiting in line) and it'll cost us god knows how much for my girlfriend to move to the country.

The money will go towards expenses just as rental price, bond price, food, bills like electric and Wi-Fi as well as money so my girlfriend can save once again to immigrate to Australia.

CW// mentions of drugs

Any little bit can help and I apologize for the high asking amount. I also have adoptables open too on my ko-fi if anyone is interested, I can't work because I'm disabled and I'm still trying to get onto NDIS but my mum (who is suppose to be my caretaker) refuse to help + too busy helping my druggy sister and her kids since my older sister (I won't name) doesn't give a flip or refuse to change, even after witnessing her boyfriend being shot to death by some druggies she REFUSE to fucking change for the better and seem to wanna date men that are just as bad as her dead boyfriend..

Like I said, my mum was suppose to help me since she gets a carer's payment due to supposely being my caretaker but she doesn't act like it.. she is lazy when she's at home, lying around all day eating and verbally yelling when she doesn't get what she want!. I'm also trying to save up money behind the scenes, centrelink only gives me 850 but most of that goes to helping my dad out with food, my clothes, internet bills and so on. So I can only pocket about 150 or 300 (if lucky) into my savings account to help save up, please do share this around even if you couldn't help ^^"

[ssentimentals]

Helllluuuuu.

May I request 52. Fake death/Presumed dead with seungkwan? You can choose which of the two is presumed dead, but like they show up at the other's doorstep suddenly and the other person loses it (because they thought they had lost them forever, having realised they loved them too late) and it could be a confession scene or something too ♥️

I've enjoyed all your recent works btw 💜 you write so well

hellluuu honey! thank you so much for the kind words, glad that you're enjoying my works! and thank you for requesting, hopefully you'll like it! 💜

prompt: fake death/presumed dead

maybe you should've thought it through better. maybe showing up unnannounced at seungkwan's doorstep is not the most ideal way of letting him know that you're not dead. your legs took you here automatically, seungkwan's address memorized in your brain next to your home road because in some weird way this place is also your home - just like everything about seungkwan. too bad it took you faking your own death and disappearing for a month to realize that. you didn't know what to expect from seungkwan, but him opening the door, taking one look at you and then promptly shutting it right in your face was not it. 'um, seunkgwan? hello?'

you can't blame him. you have no idea how you would've reacted if places were switched, so. the door slowly opens again and this time doesn't close immediately. seungkwan stares at you in silence, moving to the side to let you in. he looks - horrible. 'did something...happen?' you question anxiously. a lot could've happened in one month.

seungkwan shuts the door after you loudly. 'you mean apart from my best friend dying?' he asks with a venom dripping from his voice. 'no, nothing else.'

you swallow. there's so much to say, so much to explain - you came here prepared to tell him everything, but now it all looks pointless. you can say so much, but will it make it better? will it turn back the time? you hesitantly take a step back. 'i'm sor-'

seungkwan chuckles. he rubs his face with his hands, exhaling loudly. 'did something happen?' he echoes your question back to you. 'yeah, a lot happened. for once, as i said, my best friend died. and then almost a month later i learn that apparently she's not dead from our boss. said boss also tells me that i am not allowed to see her ever again. interesting, right? very cool. so-'

'seungkwan,' you calll with a trembling voice. 'i'm sor-'

'so i start rising hell there, naturally. because what do you mean i can't see her? oh, have i already mentioned how during this whole month i learned that i love her? that she's the most important person in my life, that she is my everything, that without her life is not really life?'

you gasp. seungkwan's almost shouting at this point, not looking at you. he looks like he's going to break, like there's a tipping point somewhere there, like one more push and he'll fall. 'kwannie...'

'are you going to disappear again?' he demands, finally looking up at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes and it breaks your heart to see him like that. 'are you going to leave again?'

again. slowly you come closer to him, afraid of crossing the boundary but needing to be close. 'seungkwan-'

'because if yes then i'm not letting you,' he interrupts, angry. 'i will lock you up here, i will leave with you, i don't know, i will do something crazy but i will not let you leave me again. i will-'

'i love you too,' you interrupt him this time firmly, looking into his eyes. these words were sitting on the tip of your tongue for too long. seungkwan freezes and you smile gently. 'i love you too, boo seungkwan. life without you is not life for me, too.'

there's so much to talk about, to explain, to tell him. all of it can wait though, because being wrapped in his arms when he's holding you tight is more important. hugging him back as tight as you can, kissing him, letting tears flow freely - all of that is more important, at least for now.

a/n: i think this might've been the hardest topic to write? i'm very bad with anything death related, so hopefully this was up to your liking anonie, let me know <3 - nini

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[isa-ghost]

Wait a fucking minute

I FORGOT TO DO SOME HOUSEKEEPING AND CIRCLE UPDATE THINGS THAT WENT DOWN PRIOR TO THE 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY.

MOST NOTABLY:

YA BOY ODYSSEUS HAS JOINED THE CIRCLE.

So this is a weird and funny one tbh because as far as I'm aware, you don't typically practice witchcraft with heroes like him. It's usually deities, or entities like demons, angels, dragons, fae, etc. But obviously that's not what you're limited to.

As is probably predictable for a Criminally Late To Enjoying Greek Myth dumbass like me, it all started when I listened to EPIC the Musical. Originally it was just a devotional act for the other Greeks that hang out in my circle, but I started getting curious if I could actually talk to him (and Tiresias the Prophet but we'll get back to that).

After speaking to Apollo, Hermes, and Ares a couple times about how I could go about it and how it would go, the gist was basically to make a summoning spell for Ody and chat with him once it worked.

HOWEVER

Ares warned me very sternly that I could not talk to Odysseus and Tiresias in one go and it'd be a bad idea to have them in the same space, especially long term. Basically, it was just a lot of tension and it wouldn't be good for the altar, etc. Fair enough.

So we concluded I would reach out to Odysseus first, THEN Tiresias. At the time it was still basically just the desire to chat, give my admiration, and nothing more. If they wanted to stick around then they were more than welcome to, so long as the rest of the circle approved (and everyone Did give the go ahead, I asked ofc).

Unfortunately this all got derailed by some,,, really shitty life things blowing up in my face, but we got back to it around late January or early February (originally I had discussed this before Christmas). I had collected ingredients for Ody's spell like months prior, so one day when I wasn't feeling so mentally drained by The Horrors(tm) I spontaneously did the spell and spoke to Ody.

It went nice. :) I said everything I wanted to, asked him about his boundaries and set any of my own. He also said he REALLY appreciates what Jorge has done with EPIC, he loves it, especially how he's gone about portraying Penelope (and overall doing the women justice by adding nuance and complexity to them). :D

Anyway, he wanted some time to think about whether or not he wanted to stay when I gave him the option, as up until this point basically my whole circle had come to me first with a reason for staying. Ody had no such thing, so he told me to talk to him again in a week for an update. In the meantime, the spell bottle could sit on my altar and he'd be lurking.

And as far as Tiresias went, I asked Ody about what him coming around would mean. Basically, while there isn't any outward hostility between them, Odysseus just really doesn't wanna share a space with him (fair) and things would be really tense and uncomfortable, at least for him. He has Mixed Feelings about Tiresias but doesn't hate him. Understandable.

Ultimately I decided that if Ody wanted to stay, then that was fine and really Tiresias probably couldn't do a ton more with me than Apollo does already, so if either of the two were going to stay, it'd make more sense for it to be Odysseus. So at this point, whenever I finally talk to him, it'll be just to kinda say hi, tell him I think he's neat, and let him know that not only him but Any prophet of Apollo's is welcome to stop by the altar or deliver a message to me anytime. Haven't gotten around to summoning him to chat yet.

Now more on Ody.

A week later, I checked in as I was told to. He still didn't have his decision. Or more accurately, we later clarified he DID want to stay, but didn't have that reason to yet and he would only stay if he had one. Makes sense.

Progress on this front was slow-going because I was still (am still) dealing with grief, school obligations, etc. But eventually we (more like I) FINALLY reached the epiphany that *I* should have something *I* want him to work with me on. It's *my* practice after all, not his. He's just here to offer his guidance if that's what I want from him.

Which I eventually decided it was. It took me a while to decide on with what, but I got there. Up until this point, a mix of Mostly Apollo, Michael, and Hades were assisting me with family baggage related things, mostly with my dad (the primary suspect in the origin of my previous disdain for religion, bigots in general aside. Among other things my dad has done). Which was fine, but not necessarily something any of those three are particularly Known for representing. Michael would be the closest, considering he's my entire family's guardian angel.

Buuuut, Odysseus and I had a talk about basically building up a sort-of How To Honor Him type thing, since I'm pretty certain that doesn't really exist for him. This is what we decided on:

Pretty solid foundation to go off of. :) He very much wanted to focus on the family, romance, and perseverance parts, hence my final decision to have him help me with family matters, as well as partner related things. He 🤝🏻 Me -> I Fucking Love My Wife guys.

(Tangentially related to family and partners, he was VERY happy when I told him Penelope and Telemachus are just as welcome in the altar space as he is, if they're capable of showing up. :D)

So that's about where we're at. With Michael and perhaps Hades's help, he'll be the one helping me out with family issue type stuff. Healthy relationships and navigating healing from the past bullshit, more specifically. Haven't had an Incident that's required any special guidance yet, so I guess we'll see how that goes in the future.

But yeah. I successfully summoned, spoke to, and now work with Odysseus. :) An unexpected and interesting direction to take my practice in for sure, given it's not that common as far as I know.

Other than that, there's been some misc little developments here and there which can be summarized into the following:

Leviathan wants me to get in the habit of trying to lucid dream. He said he'd visit me in my dreams if I could do it.

Aphrodite has me on a big pink kick rn and I guess she's finally inflicting the same Femininity Healing Arc she threw my wife into. Very funny but very fun.

For Isa Lore Reasons I've HATED wearing yellow for practically my whole life, but I've been really itching to get some cute yellow stuff to wear for Apollo. So I guess that's something minor I never expected to have healed but am apparently having healed. Neat.

Michael is pretty quiet these days but he's part of the OG squad (aka I have lovingly forbidden him from leaving me). But he hangs out in my area in the form of a white pigeon. Which is really weird bc I don't Have pigeons in my neighborhood so idk where the fuck this guy came from. Pictures below.

Ares has been on/off a little more present, helping me use my temper for good and constructive things, basically. And trying to make me less insecure about it.

Hades has been spamming me with stuff about my dad relating to college and future education and won't stop /lh. He's also made it a lot easier for me to work through the aforementioned grief.

Hermes has been mega present since he joined and I don't know why I didn't expect that to the degree I should've. Apollo, Leviathan, and him are the 3 most vocal little shits in the circle.

Michael pictures:

And now the housekeeping shit I forgot about in previous entries or said incorrectly:

I didn't look into it enough but I probably should've said it's Hebrew mythology that Leviathan is known to represent Envy in. Or maybe this is semantics idk, but I figured I'd throw this out there.

It wasn't him I pissed off in Lake Michigan, that was Poseidon (and Odysseus said he was proud when I asked if he was). (Also gonna be real interesting when my wife and I finally move in together some day because guess who works with Poseidon while I work with Odysseus. Methinks I will be down a Greek one day /silly).

Also I meant to link my Apollo playlist aaaaages ago but didn't. And now you can have ALL of my existing devotional playlists, bc fuck it.

Anyway I thiiiiink that's housekeeping done. And just for consistency:

Ares said he's been hovering around me since I was born, so he's been around casually as long as Leviathan. Unsure of how true this is but I joke that it's because I'm an Aries.

Hades only started hovering when my wife told me I had an Anonymous Death Deity who'd show themselves after The New Year last year.

Aphrodite only started hovering around me when she started practicing with my wife. Soooo sometime last year I think?

Hermes started hanging around when Apollo once sent him to me to deliver a message on his behalf. Idfk why he did that other than I guess he thought I needed to hear the shit he was telling me from someone else other than him. Bc it's more believable if it comes from multiple sources? Idk. It was funny tho and Hermes has hung out ever since then. That was 2023.

Okay THAT should be the end of this update. Yeehaw big journal entry.

Hm ok not sure how to write this post but it's a fun thing and I've been wanting to gush about it for weeks. Uhhh

Achievement Unlocked: Finally found something that's pushed me closer to agnostic than atheist??

Basically, I was seeing an obnoxious, totally inexplicable amount of hawks and corvids in my area irl, especially whenever I was stressed. So I asked all my witchy friends about it (one was straight up born into a coven, it's fuckin sick 🤩) and they sent me some stuff those animals symbolize.

And then I asked about what deities/entities they're associated with. They sent me a short list, so I started looking into each one to see if I felt a strong pull to any of them. One of them was Apollo, the Greek God of [A Lot of Cool Shit]. Right away, I clicked with him. The god of truth, prophecy, healing, the arts. It's all stuff that matters a lot to me. I especially found it fascinating he's said to be a protector of the young, and I, a psych major, want to be a therapist of some sort (read: healer) specifically for teenagers. He's also Known for being incredibly bisexual, and even though I'm pan, my sexuality is still a huge part of me. And a lot of other things about him clicked with me too, both big things like my career goal and my identity, and small insignificant things like the fact that he's a Sun God and I'm a Fire Sign. There were way too many coincidences and connections I was making to myself while reading about him to just think nothing of it. Most damning of all, hawks and corvids are said to be his messengers. If that wasn't a "Hello Isa I've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty" moment, I don't know what is. So I said fuck it, I'm gonna give working with him the way my witchy friends work with their deities/entities a try.

It's been like three weeks now? And I haven't done much but I'm really happy about the concept of it all. I see hawks and crows a lot still, especially when I'm stressed or upset (One morning I was getting roadrage omw to school and I shit you not, I watched a hawk land on a street lamp and there was a crow sitting on the very next one. I couldn't help but laugh). I got myself a necklace with a crow on it because I don't really have a space to do formal practice type stuff. And last night I had my wife do a tarot reading for me, and the gist of it was "you have a budding relationship, it's a good thing and it'll help you, nurture it with all the creative freedom you like and be chill about it." Which is basically what I've already been doing.

But my favorite part of this wild ass development is that I realized while reading up on Apollo that my whole life I've thought of or spoke about something and then it either happened or something related to it would suddenly show up in my life right after. I don't believe in ✨️manifesting✨️ and holy shit I'm not calling myself psychic whatsoever, but this weird coincidence thing has been happening to me as long as I can remember and I've been noticing it even more after looking up Apollo, both irl and in my dreams. I think Apollo's dodgeball being my favorite Tumblr meme before this all happened to me is making a comedic amount of sense now.

I'm still pretty skeptical of most religious practices because I just. Am one of those people, I guess. And I had Catholicism shoved down my throat by my dad as a kid, AND I'm queer, so I have a Bad relationship with the concept of religion as it is. But this feels right, and it's fascinating to me, and the idea that these weird happenstances in my life could be a figure that represents several things that make up my core values and my identity trying to get my attention feels really touching. It feels like something wanted my attention so badly, and I've been happier since I gave it a chance.

TLDR: After consulting my witchy friends about some weird shit that keeps happening to me irl, I did some light research and figured out I feel a strong connection to the god Apollo. He represents a lot of things that matter to me and the concept has made me a lot happier recently. And I'm pretty sure he's given me minor dodgeball privileges. I'm finally invested in some form of religious practice, and best of all its one I kinda get to just make my own because it's not an organized one.

So if yall need a dodgeball thrown at something, maybe I got you. 👈🏻👀👈🏻

[luvyblossom]

Love me (not) Part 7

Hello Lovelies,

Part 7 is finally here! Sorry for taking so long to upload I'm just a busy gal. But I'll try to be more regular going forward!

Please send requests because it helps with the writer's block. Also to the lovely user who requested the Chan fic, I'm currently working on it so look out for that!

xx- Luvy

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Genre: Friends to lovers, college au, jealousy, SMUT, some mutual pining, fighting/angst

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Pairing: Hyunjin x y/n, Felix x y/n (AFAB)

Warnings: This work contains content that is 18+. Minors DNI (not in this part, though). There is a bit of angst, but that's pretty much it.

Let me know if I missed anything

You sat in your spot in the library alone once again. The first few days after the breakup, Hyunjin had been so attentive. He took every care to make sure you didn't even think about Felix. The sting was still there, but Hyunjin always made you happy, he didn't even have to try. Just being around him usually brought a smile to your face, so you didn't get much time for tears when he was with you.

But the attention faded as you started to readjust to focusing your attention on just Hyunjin. He was always busy, only coming to your place some nights to take over your bed as usual. You had some dinners, and some movie nights but those were becoming less frequent since the breakup and you were left waiting for him more often than not.

Now you sat, waiting to see if Hyunjin would show up to study with you or not. He had been missing for the past couple of days but you made do. You didn't want to seem needy but these moments alone would eat way at you, reminding you of Felix. He was attentive. He wanted to be with you. You wanted to be with him. Especially when Hyunjin was too busy with his other ‘hobbies’ to see you.

The thoughts swirled through your head. Felix’s I love yous and Hyunjin spending so much time on his 'extra curriculars.' You were lost in your thoughts and didn't notice as Felix walked by you. He stopped in front of you and grabbed your attention.

"Don't have your lover with you today?" He asked sarcastically.

You stared at him, a bit surprised at the hostility. Felix was always sweet. He didn't pick fights, but here he was, in front of you with a bitter look on his face.

He wasn't quite sure what he was doing either. He saw you sitting there alone, lost in thought and his heart ached. He wanted to talk to you, hear your voice and he hadn't wanted to be so hostile but the words just came out, his hurt feelings projecting anger to protect his wounded heart.

You couldn't even really meet his gaze. You didn't know what to say to him to fix things. You weren't sure if there was a way to fix things or if it was even a good idea. Felix was too good, he deserved someone to love him.

Felix prodded again trying to grab your attention. "Where is he? He was so stuck to you when we were together."

"Uhm, I don't know." You still looked away from him, instead staring at your work although there was no way you could concentrate now.

"Oh so it only goes one way huh?" Felix knew he should stop but he wanted to get the words out, "He gets to control you and you just sit and take it? I thought you were stronger than that."

Those words stung and bubbled anger within you. Now you could look him in the face, "What the fuck are you even doing? It's none of your business what is going on and Hyunjin is not my keeper. I make my own decisions and I don't need to know where he is all the time."

"Sure doesn't seem like it." If Felix was taken back by your anger he didn't show it. You thought with that he would leave but he continued to stand on the other side of the table looking at you. You were angry and you could feel tears begin to prickle your eyes so you quickly half packed your things and jolted out of your seat trying to escape as fast as you could.

He trailed behind you, “so he’s your guard dog when you’re taken and disappears when you’re single?” He was egging you on, you both knew it.

The tears that and been prickling at your eyes now fell with full force. You stopped in your tracks and turned to Felix, “what do you want from me? Are you just trying to hurt me?”

“Y/n,” he reached up to wipe your tears, not expecting it. You flinched away, bringing your hand up to roughly wipe your eyes. You turned and sped away leaving Felix standing in the hallway staring after you.

He stood there with pain and guilt swirling within him. He should have left you alone. He was the one that broke it off and now here he was bothering you and making you cry. He was pissed. You were the one who had broken his heart and here he was feeling guilty for making you cry. But love didn’t fade so quickly.

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Your rushing led you to the quad. The day was annoyingly sunny despite your mood. The sun was warm and sweet but it made you squint and choose the most shady path back to your dorm. You rapidly blinked as if that would somehow suck back your tears. It just made them fall more. The walk felt beyond painful without Hyunjin as well. It did bug at you that he was constantly asking for your time before and now when you chose to give him your time, he was always busy elsewhere. And your loneliness was starting to get suffocating. You missed Felix but it hurt to see him as well. It was hard to retreat into your old shell when you’d had a taste of love.

A quick shower and then you retreated into your covers, choosing to put on some rom com and fade into thoughts while ignoring the movie that played. Slowly the movie was able to grab your attention and after a bit you felt your eyes growing heavy, the tears being replaced with sleepiness.

You felt a familiar weight move over your hair. Half asleep you leaned into the feeling, cuddling further into the warmth of your covers and the comforting weight next to you.

"Finally awake sleeping beauty?" You heard that soft voice that you had been yearning for.

You opened your eyes, a soft smile painted on your face that you could never hold back when he was near.

Your sleepy smile forced Hyunjin to look away for a moment. There was a throbbing in his chest that he had started to feel when you looked at him like that. When you looked at him at all... But it was nothing, he reassured himself once again before readying himself to take in your endearing expression once again. It was hard not to smile back at you but he tried to give you a mock pout.

You reached to poke his slightly puffed-out cheeks as he pouted at you, "what's going on, drama queen?" You giggled as he tried to give you an angry stare. In this moment, you had forgotten all your troubles. It was just you and him.

"I went to the library to find you and you weren't there. I even waited and you were here slacking off and taking a nap." It was his turn to bother you and he did so by gently tickling your side. You giggled trying to slink away but his hold on you was firm. It's not like you really wanted to get away anyways.

"I'm the slacker? You haven't shown up to study with me in days. How am I supposed to stay accountable if you're slacking off?"

"Just say you miss me." Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Never," you said with a smile that came from your heart, causing Hyunjin to turn away once again.

"I saw Felix today," you brought up. Hyunjin turned to look at you so fast you almost heard the snap of his neck.

"Did he bother you?"

"Um not really. It's just hard. He was asking where you were..." You trialled off, not knowing what else to say.

"It's none of his business," Hyunjin huffed. "Next time call me. I'll tell him to fuck off."

"It's okay he didn't do anything wrong. I think I'm just not over him."

Hyunjin felt that sinking feeling in his chest again. The same feeling he'd been relieved of once you and Felix had broken up. Not over him, so you did love him? Would you go back to him? He knew how that would make Felix ecstatic and he just couldn't have that. You couldn't be Felix's, you were already his.

No. Wait. Hyunjin was stuck now. You weren't his like that, but you were his friend, and you shouldn't be wasting your time on that guy.

You saw Hyunjin staring off into space, "Don't worry about me. I'm good, and I just need a little time." Hyunjin just pulled you closer to him as if that would ensure you wouldn't go back to Felix.

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The next day was good. Waking up next to Hyunjin was your personal heaven and you couldn't bring yourself to push him off of you this morning. You had missed him so much it had started to hurt. You couldn't bring yourself to suppress whatever feeling was swirling within you as you took in his sleeping face. Even in his sleep his perfect lips formed into a little pout. You smiled taking him in.

“Morning” Hyunjin startled you with his sleepy voice opening his eyes to your smile.

You quickly looked away, a blush spreading over you “Morning”

You felt long fingers grip your chin as he turned your face back to him. Your breath hitched, you sat still waiting for his next move as goosebumps spread over you.

"It's okay, you can check me out all you want princess," he smirked at you.

You only turned redder but reacted with a scoff shoving him away. "As if I would check you out." You tried to get out of bed ready to take yourself away from the embarrassing situation you'd been caught in but Hyunjin's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his warm embrace. You mocked struggle but your giggles gave you away.

At that moment, through laughs and his tickles, you realized that you would never want to escape. This, right here, was your happy place. In his arms, feeling his strong chest pressed against you and holding you so close you could feel his heart beating. Slowly the struggle stopped and you lay there in his arms, revelling in the feelings that fluttered through you and enjoying the rise and fall of his chest. Hyunjin still had his arms lightly wrapped around you and he rested his head on yours. You could feel his breath sending whisps of your hair astray.

Not thinking and nothing holding you back in this moment of peace you pulled one of his hands off your stomach where it was resting comfortably. You held his hand between the two of yours, turning it, feeling the roughness of his palm, somehow soft at the same time. You ran your fingers over his knuckles, transcribing each bump into your memory. You held your hand against his, palm to palm, looking at the size difference. His hand was larger than yours, his slender fingers extending far beyond yours and yet still somehow appearing gentle and delicate. His hands were just as beautiful as the rest of him. You let out a soft sigh at the revelation as you intertwined your fingers between his, holding his hand in yours.

So lost in your thoughts, your bliss, words escaped you, "Hyunjin I lo-"

Eyes widening you cut yourself off, tearing yourself out of his arms., hands going up to cover your mouth as you realized what you were about to say.

Hyunjin, startled by your sudden moves sat up next to you, "What is it?"

You took a moment to gather yourself, slowing down your breathing before turning to his adorably confused expression, "nothing, sorry. I just think we should stop being lazy and get out of bed."

You started to stand up but his hand wrapped around your wrist, the same hand you had just been holding. Your cheeks burned at the thought.

"I wanna be lazy today," Hyunjin tugged insistently at your arm.

"We have exams coming up before break!" You said fearing what other truths may reveal themselves if you stayed in bed with him a moment longer. "Don't you have a huge assignment due? Let's get to work."

Hyunjin got up with a grumble, caving into you. "Fine, but let's go to mine I need my paint stuff and the boys wanna plan our trip."

"Okay let me get ready,"

As Hyunjin lounged on your couch waiting for you to shower he couldn't help thinking about the way you'd held his hand. He missed your fingers between his and the warmth of your weight against him. He had been away from you more and more the past bit and Jess had been so demanding of his time. He'd had to escape to see you and now he wondered why he hadn't done so sooner. Everything about being with you was comfortable, familiar and so much better now that you weren't spending time with that guy anymore.

But he wanted nothing more than to be close to you today. He wished you hadn't left bed today, he could have stayed like that forever and now he missed you even though you had literally just gone for 20 minutes to take a shower.

Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair, and then another thought irked him. What had you been about to say? Why had you gotten up so suddenly? He could ask, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

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The frat house was actually quiet for once. Anxiety hung in the air as the boys were littered around the living room on their laptops studying away. It was the first time you had seen them so focused, not partying. You barged through the door loudly, trying to announce your arrival.

Everyone but Han looked up who was anxiously typing away.

"Late assignment" Changbin explained.

"Well I brought cookies," You placed the container on their coffee table and the boys lunged towards the snacks.

You sat next to Chris, earning a dimpled smile from him, "It's good to see you around again Y/n, we missed you," he fondly draped his arm over you.

"It's good to see Hyunjin not be an obsessive asshole anymore," Han chimed in, not looking up from his work.

"What was that?" Hyunjin had returned from gathering his things.

"Just telling Y/n about how you're obsessed with her," Han replied. "Oof."

He crumbled as he received a not-so-soft punch from Hyunjin.

He turned his attention to you, "let's go."

"Why don't we stay here and study with the guys?" you suggested, still wrapped under Chris' arm.

"No let's go. I have to paint." Hyunjin argued. His jaw tensing seeing you so close to Chris. When had he started having issues with you being close to Chris?

"Come on then we can discuss the trip too!" You countered

"Yeah let her stay Hyunjin." Seungmin said. Soon all the boys were chiming in, insisting you guys stayed with them.

"We promise we won't take all her attention away from you," Seungmin teased the older boy.

Hyunjin huffed but decided the battle wasn't worth it today. He was obviously outnumbered. He didn't want to share you but he would bear through it. There was one thing he had to do before he would settle though. He took your hand pulling you up from the couch and out of Chris's grasp, his heart finally feeling light now that there wasn't another man draped all over you.

He sat you down at their rickety dining table, bringing your bag so you wouldn't have to get up. He sat across from you taking out his sketchbook and various other art supplies.

You made a move to get up and Hyunjin harshly said, "stay there."

"Why?" You questioned. The couch had been comfier.

"I need a model." Hyunjin replied as if this was normal. He'd never asked to draw you or paint you. You knew from that night before that he had done it but he had never asked.

"But I need to do my own work."

"You can do work, just stay in front of me." He said.

And just like you got to work and Hyunjin got to watch all the expressions that crossed your face as you worked, pondered and joked with the boys. He didn't mind sharing you anymore.

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This is an original work. I do not permit the republishing of this work in any form including translations.

© LuvyBlossom

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[heartavenue]

༉‧₊˚. A Pinkalicious Guide: How To Become A Master Shifter

Disclaimer: I know there are some people on here that do not like the law of assumption (no, I am not being shady it has just come to my attention) so if you do NOT like mentions of the law this post is not for you.

First of all...why was this the most voted? Ya'll have to start trusting yourselves more goodness me! My answer may disappoint but it all comes back down to your assumptions.

Let me tell y'all a little story mm? So we're back in 2021 and young Love is consuming hours upon hours of shifting content. She's listening to people tell her, "You have to put in effort." "You can't do nothing and shift." "You have to use the lucid dream method." "You have to do xyz."

And all of that I did, until I discovered the law and realized that it was all bullshit. I had to stop letting these random people influence my journey. You don't have to put in effort, because shifting is effortless. You can do nothing and shift. You don't have to use any particular method, or a method for any matter. And you damn sure don't have to do anything to "get" you there.

However, with all that being said there is one thing that you make you a master shifter.

"But Love you just said there isn't anything."

And that is still true because there isn't anything except the assumption. Whatever you assume to be true, will be true.

So why not just skip the middle man and go straight to the end? That's it! Live in the end! Creation is fished! How to become a master shifter assume that you are one. However I did say "guide" so I will deliver! Here we go:

1.Take What Resonates

I can not stress this enough do not do something because someone else said that you should. If you don't want to do something then DON'T! Let's take me for example, I hate guided meditations so why on EARTH would I listen to them? I don't like subliminals, so I don't listen to them. It's as simple as that.

2. Stop Overconsuming

I promise you that you know more than what you think you know. You have GOT to trust yourself. When you get done reading this, log off. I am so serious, don't consume anymore content. You know what to do, I already said it twice before but here is it again; assume. You guys voted for this because you don't trust yourself, you would rather me or some other blogger tell you what you already know.

3. Assume, Decide, Be.

You want to know how I became a master shifter? I decided I was. It's that easy, it's that simple. One day I woke up and I thought to myself, "You know what Love, I am tired of other people running MY life. I tired of having to do a different method praying to the universe that it's going to work this time. So instead of doing all of that nonsense, I am just going to decide that I am a master shifter, and I shift everytime I want to without fail.

And that's another thing, failure doesn't exist unless you allow it. Assume you shift everytime you intend to without fail. Decide that you are a master shifter and most importantly be that. There is no point of constantly affirming that you're a master shifter if you are constantly looking for external validation.

I feel like it gets to a point in every shifters journey where you just have to realize that nobody can shift you but you, yes there are people (like me) who are willingly to help you. But at the end of the day to shift that is all you.

Now It's Time For A Horrible Analogy!

Imagine you are a chef right? And you've been making red beans & rice for awhile, once you started you may have needed a recipe right because you didn't know what you were doing. But when you got comfortable, and you started taking matters into your own hands you no longer needed a recipe. Now making that red beans & rice is instinct, it's second nature to you. You know exactly how much water to cook your beans in without measuring it, you know exactly how much of every seasoning to put into your dish. And you know what the kicker is? It comes out perfect everytime.

Be the chef, cook that red beans & rice (damn it now I'm hungry) you know how to make it! You don't need a recipe, you made it yours and it's utter perfection.

Be that master shifter, shift, you know how to do it! You don't need a method (however if that is what resonates with you then be my guest) you made your shifting journey yours and it's utter perfection. The way I may like my red beans & rice may not be the way you like yours, but as long as we are both satisfied with the end result then who cares really?

Let's Wrap It Up Now!

Just assume that you are a master shifter, make that decision, and be that person. Do what YOU want to do, if you don't wanna use methods, then don't. If you love doing the raven method, then do it! This is your recipe as long as it comes out good to you then its perfect!

At the end of the day it all comes back down to your assumptions, you can shift whichever way you assume to go about it. Personally? I embody the state of being a master shifter, I know that I'm in my desired reality, I know it is not seperate from me, and I know that the physical irrelevant.

But that's my recipe, what's yours?

What inspired me to make this was @gh0ul1sh-grimm although they deactivated their account, @luryona posted the screenshots so I'll link the post:

https://www.tumblr.com/luryona/779003731992772608/they-deactivated-their-acc-they-do-think?source=share

I think it's an amazing read so go check it out!

[vicedmuses]

there wasn't much of a reaction from tyler's end when benji spoke about his own mother. what richard did to her was well known in the community. some people feared him for it. others pitied a man that was never going to be able to feel love. javier was the one that had to control himself, deeply breathing in and out. ❝let's just hope that when you run it sticks more. at least you're doing it in a way that she would have been proud. i'm assuming.❞ not that he knew much about her anymore. or how she would react if she was still alive to see all of this unfolding. at least the phone was able to distract javi for a bit. the dealer glanced down at it to make sure that everything was alright. then he slipped it into his pockets so that he could focus on the conversation again. ❝you do a good job at predicating what i'm going to ask you and giving me the full story. maybe i'll need to pair you up with tucker so he can learn to stop burying the lead.❞ still, he was much more the face of the business instead of the brains. maybe the fist. ❝sounds like you've found multiple ways to work around all of the control that he has over you and your life. now let's hope that for all of our sake, adrian doesn't find a newfound interest in your whereabouts and doesn't need to be with you all the time. you have everything else under control, so he might be the only wild card when it comes to you being tracked.❞ although there wasn't a doubt in his mind that benji knew how to shake him off. tyler wondered what the two of them, the man across from him and his hacker of a son, could do if they put their brains together. a lot he reckoned. that could all come later, for now he just needed to make sure that they could all survive this in the end.

the dealer's fingers stretched out to try and rub benji's shoulder. at that point, he didn't care what his boss had to say about them showing weakness for one another so out in the open. he wanted his boyfriend to know that he was there for him and he would never have to go through that form of torture again. not if he had anything to say about it. tyler on the other hand was nodding slightly, almost like none of it came as a surprise. he would never put his sons through that, but a total stranger or enemy? sure. it was a good way to break them in and mold them into who he wanted them to be. richard seemed to have the same mentality when he was dealing with his own son though. ❝mine isn't going to be that intense. after all, i want people that work with or for me to trust me. bringing them to the brink isn't going to do either of them any good.❞ that was just going to build resentment. case in point, the man selling out his father to one of his biggest rivals. ❝the butcher isn't where i send people to get their limbs removed. at least not mine. it's where i send them to do the removing. i have to make sure people have the stomach to do the job and they're not going to chicken out. javier got me a nice tongue once. he didn't want to do it again, but he did it once and that was enough.❞ tyler had to always be certain.

Tyler had quite a sense of humor. His remark made Benji chuckle despite trying so hard to hold back. Cassandra was the name Benji heard several times and it has taken him a long time to figure out who she was. ❝He probably is. He never liked my mother much, he said that she had a pretty face but she was weak. She tried to run away from him with me. As you might know, he killed her when I was three.❞ And maybe he always wanted Cassandra. It would explain the hatred Richard felt towards Tyler. But that doesn't mean Benji could ever forgive his father for all those things he has done. After sending the false information over his phone, Benji handed it to his boyfriend and nodded at Tyler. ❝No problem at all. In fact, he does have someone following me around. I have a personal bodyguard called Adrian. He doesn't like me much, but it's mutual. He has to accompany me when I go outside most of the time. I can drive to work on my own, more or less, the car I have to use gets tracked and I work at a law office my Dad owns in a building my Dad owns. But it doesn't mean that I am unable to leave. Our house has surveillance cameras inside and outside, I'm watched twenty-four-seven. And now you probably ask yourself how can I get out unnoticed?❞ He leaned in a little bit with a smug grin on his lips. Right now, his father knew that he was out with Javier, but Benji met Javier during one of his off-times. ❝I control the security system. Tate isn't the only one who is good with nerdy stuff.❞ Benji left it at that, it was better to be vague and not reveal all his secrets at once. But his heart fluttered a bit at Javier's whispered words. Damn, he loved this man way too much. And whatever the tests were, he would go through all of them if it meant he could be with Javier forever.

Nevertheless, it would be easier to list the things his father hasn't done to him. Benji hesitated, even though it was just for a few seconds. The things he was about to reveal were stories he didn't tell anyone, not even Javier. But given Tyler's ability to read people, Benji knew that he wouldn't come out of this with a lie. ❝It depends on what happened. Whether I broke his rules or when he tried to get the truth out of me. He broke several of my bones, sometimes by accident sometimes deliberately. I was locked away in a small dark room in the basement without any windows for several days with only a bottle of water. Humiliated by some of his closest men. My head was forced underwater until I nearly drowned. Ten years ago, he went too far and punched me in a two-week coma. Severe head injuries.❞ He shrugged as if it was nothing, when in fact it left several scars on his soul. ❝Violence is normal under his roof. You obey, or you suffer until you beg him to kill you. Though I have to admit, it would be a shame if your butcher would ruin my good looks. Unless you want to make sure your sons don't fall for my charms.❞ Benji winked, trying to keep his playful demeanor up, maybe he tried to cover up the fact that complete darkness was his worst fear after all.

[coquettebratzdoll]

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IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT… BUT IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY

Ever since I got into manifestation and shifting, I found it hard to reconcile the ideas that "you are the operant power in your reality" and "you aren't at fault for your trauma/bad circumstances". It's a peculiar thought, really. How could you be told about the boundless power you have when you spent your life so utterly powerless? How can you have faith when you've been let down time and time again? How do you even begin to imagine a life you desire when you've been made to believe that this is all you deserve?

I have seen my fair share of beliefs surrounding this dissonance. From the belief that our souls have their own agendas, karmic reincarnation, to anything else. While this may work for some, but none resonated with me.

Why would it?

So many in this community come from hard, terrible circumstances - which is likely the reason why they found solace in first place. I'm one of them. So learning that I could just change those circumstances made me really confused. If my assumptions are the cause of my reality, that means that I assumed all those bad things happening to me, right?

Such victimising thought is very easy to fall into at first, especially if you had earlier low self esteem. I understand. It makes sense at first. Like basic cause-and-effect.

assumptions create reality -> my reality is bad -> therefore my (bad) assumptions created my reality

It makes sense until it doesn't. Where did these assumptions come from? Which state is your dominant one? Why have you been persisting in these unfavourable circumstances? Once you begin to consider such questions, one quickly realises that it isn't always that simple.

I'm here to tell you that it's not your fault. Whatever happened, it isn't your fault.

I know that the pain feels so real, so fresh, and so hard to ignore. Perhaps you look at the idea that "circumstances don't matter" with scorn: "Of course they matter" words spoken a defeated, pained tone, "If they didn't, why do I feel so paralysed? So stuck?" Perhaps you feel this is your only escape; the only way to leave your personal hell. Regardless of what happened, it's not your fault.

I also want to remind you that you are no longer that helpless individual with no hope for a better path, no view of the ceiling.

Now, you have the tools and knowledge to move forward from those circumstances. You owe it to yourself: to that little kid who wished they could live many lives of whimsy and joy; to that person who dared to dream big when everything told them 'no'; to the one reading this post right now - whatever state you're in.

It's your responsibility - if only to yourself.

[squarebracket-trickster]

Actually, you know what, fuck it, I do have some writing advice:

Some things to try when you are so stuck it's eating you alive:

The "Autofill" Warm-up

I don't actually know if this has a proper name, but this is what I call it:

pull up a blank page and just start typing the first words to pop into your head.

Don't care if it's coherent or in any way related to your WIP. Just type. Pretend you are pressing the autocomplete option on your phone over and over again just to see what it types out.

Do at least 200 words of this. Do it until you get "in the zone" and the words start coming without trying.

If your paragraph doesn't read like it was written by a rather incoherent autocomplete by the time you're done, keep going until it does.

You can use this "warm up" before you start a writing (drafting or revision) session, and/or any time your writing starts to feel stale, or you just can't think of what to say next.

This probably won't give you any ideas, per se, but it will get you thinking faster and outside the box. I find it helps my prose flow more naturally, and I think up more interesting ways to say things.

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The "15 ways to say it" Strategy

Again, this one probably has a proper name, but I don't know it. I learned this in high school for coming up with good thesis statements for essays.

This one is for when you know what to say, but you have no idea how to phrase it, and you hate everything you've come up with:

Come up with A sentence (or two or three) that gets the idea across. Doesn't matter if it's the choppiest, jankiest, most awkward or dull, gramatically incorrect nonsense you've ever laid eyes on. Write it down.

Rewrite the damn thing 5, 10, or 15 ways, depending on what you have the patience for/how much you care.

Don't worry about making it sound nice or about grammar or anything. Just think of 5/10/15 ways to get the same idea across off the top of your head.

They don't even have to be full sentences, you can write more than one sentence, and if you start an iteration and hate where it's going you can leave it half done and start another.

DELETE NOTHING!!!! You may want to see that version again!!

Eventually, you will start seeing combinations of words you like.

If you suddenly come up with the perfect phrase. Great! You can stop. Otherwise, once you have enough fragments you like, try stringing them together.

If you still don't like it but feel you are getting close take the new strung-together sentence(s) and start again, rewriting it 5/10/15 times.

Keep repeating until either you are happy, or you've hit your goal (5, 10, or 15 iterations) and still don't see anything you can work with.

If you get stuck before you hit your goal, try any of these:

rearrange a few words or replace a word with a synonymm

reimagine it in the voice of Shakespeare, Dr. Doofenshmirtz, some condescending guy on Reddit, or whomever sounds fun

Get out your frustration. Write the damn thing in ALL CAPS. Swear. Sound condescending and angry. Don't censor yourself.

The "tell me without telling me / imagine it's illegal to say what you mean" method (i.e. write around the meaning). Also, the "how can I use setting/character description, actions, to show this without directly stating it" method.

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The "Turn off your brain" Strategy

Another one of my names, and a distant cousin to the "Autofill Warm-up".

Stare blankly at your page. Let all thought leave you. You must not think. Thought is the inspiration killer. Thought is the little box full of nothing you haven't already tried.

Now, place your hands on the keyboard and press a key, or grab your pen and write a random letter.

Add another letter, mostly at random, but make sure there are actually words that start with those two letters together.

Let your brain autocomplete the rest of the word.

Repeat 2-4 with each subsequent word, but make sure they all make at least some attempt at gramatical sense when put together.

2-5 are more suggestions than hard rules. If your brain autocompletes a whole phrase use it if you like it. If you don't like the word your brain came up with, pick again.

Eventually a word or group of words may appear that might actually sort of fit in the place you are stuck, albeit with some major tweeking.

There. Now, you have a new idea you've never had before.

Sometimes I will write paragraphs expanding on an idea using this method, and then I will put those paragraphs through a few rounds of "5/10/15 ways to say it". These always end up being my best paragraphs for some reason.

[heartz4levi]

hey vro....me again(^^; i know, i come back with another one too soon.....but your writing is too delicious...

anwww i want to make a req, if that isnt obvious :3.. ivantill + malereader poly:333 i picked malereader cuz i personally see ivan as a canonically gay character...hope you dont mind (<_<;) till is my bisexual king tho:3 depends on you if you wanna make it sfw or nsfw, im not picky...im just gay.....

sorrie i think i yap too much, anw thanks for your time luv:3 take care, remember that you value!♡

-🫐anon

make you fall in love, like a choir sings !

☆ thinking abt ivantill + reader poly hcs . . .

☆ ivan (alnst) ,, till (alnst) ,, male reader . . sfw + nsfw ,, literally every genre under the sun is included in this one work ,, insecurity talk ,, some people hate but ivantill and reader are thriving ,, everyone is a switch ,, i push the ivan freak in the sheets agenda as per usual ,, attempted passionate love making turns into reader and ivantill devouring each other (figuratively not literally).

there is no such thing as a boring day in the household you live in with ivan and till.

the chaos starts early in the morning. ivan is the one who tends to wake up first, but he never lets neither you nor till get out of bed until he's spent enough time waking up and cuddling you two simultaneously (as if you haven't been trapped in his arms the entire night).

till does protest and tries to squirm his way out of bed, however the success rate is low. ivan isn't letting go of him and you're not helping, which leaves till a huffing and puffing grump almost every morning.

whenever ivan doesn't feel an overwhelming need to slow down your shared mornings, he gets out of bed and makes breakfast for the three of you, offering a pleasant start to your day.

the three of you are inseparable — even if all of you have work to attend to on a certain day, the evening will be spent relaxing at home while attached to each other like a bunch of leeches. till's social battery is drained and therefore won't say much nor will he really move from his spot. ivan is either yapping in your ear about what happened during his day or he'll be completely silent, playing with your hair.

on days where all of your schedules are clear, though, best believe the three of you are leaving the comfort of your home for once. there is no such thing as just you and till going out, or just you or ivan, or just them two. no! it's one for all and all for one. with your contrasting personalities that, surprisingly enough, don't clash, each and every date is something new and fun.

the three of you unabashedly match outfits, down to the accessories. they're not the kind of matching outfits that are nearly identical save for someone wears a skirt instead of pants or something, the kind of matching outfits you'd see generic couples on the street wear. but rather, they're outfits that showcase all of your personal styles while also complementing each other, whether it be through colors or patterns.

the three of you are head—turners for sure. charismatic, talented, handsome and a good sense of style? people can't decide if they want to be one of you or if they want to be with all of you.

well, that's the good side of being head—turners. of course, people who scowl when seeing two people of the same gender together or when seeing multiple people, regardless of the gender, together exist. unfortunately for them, you three tick both of those boxes. do you care though? nope!

if you begin to feel a little bit self—conscious because of the judgmental stares, ivan will be quick to comfort you via words and till will do his best to make you feel less worried as well via awkward pats on the back or on the crown of your head. he's not great with affection, but he's even worse when it comes to using his words.

the two of them never let you be under the weather. both of them are observant and will pick up on the little telltale signs right away. till's preferred method of lightening your spirits includes executing acts of service for you. that means preparing one of your favourite meals or desserts, bringing you snacks, silently handing you small trinkets that look so silly they'll put a smile on your face.

on the other hand, ivan is much more direct. if you're not aversed to physical touch he'll give you as many snuggles as you need until you're not so upset anymore, he'll talk to you and offer advice or sweet compliments.

you thought days with them were memorable? oh, but the nights you spend together sometimes..

have the three of you tried to engage in passionate love making before? yes, you have. did it always end up turning in rough, almost animalistic fucking because neither of you can conceal the pure desire you harbor for one another? again, yes.

ivan is open to anything and everything. total freak in bed. till isn't as fond of experimenting, preferring to stick to what he knows he likes. regardless of their differences, they both love you in such a way under the sheets that you feel like a lamb stuck inbetween two wolves — except the actual predator/prey concept isn't prominent. they're not claiming you.

they're not claiming you, they're openly displaying their love and adoration for you. till is the type to whisper praises into your ears, going on about how you're such a good, pliant boy for them while ivan loses himself in the warmth of your hole.

courtesy of ivan and his versatility, each night spent exploring each other's bodies incorporates a new element into your ever—changing routine of sorts. despite what you might think, it isn't that tough to coax till into trying something new out. just smother his face in kisses while ivan uses words to convince him and he'll be putty in both of your hands in no time!

you three have tried every bottom and top combination present on the face of this planet. ivan has ravaged and been ravaged, till gave into his desires in a selfish manner and has offered himself to you and your boyfriend in a stark, selfless contrast, you have done whatever you pleased with the two of them and have allowed yourself to become nothing but a hole for them to use or a dick for them to ride.

each session is intense. you're not the only one heaving and sweating once all of the collective energy in the room is depleted, don't worry.

still, no matter how exhausted you, ivan or till are, aftercare will always be prioritized. someone will get up, clean the mess you've made and then grab something fulfilling to eat and something hydrating to drink. no, falling asleep in each other's arms is not forgotten about. ivan always ends up pulling both you and till into his arms mid—slumber anyway.