#laying in bed just staring at the ceiling after rambling abt this

[itoshi-s]

no bc noya is literally the whole package like the CONFIDENCE in that man has me dizzy and opening my legs he worships you you’re his religion he’s going on his knees for you

also like the DUALITY PLSSS a total doting bf he never once stops flirting with you in ur relationship he’s so corny. suuuper attentive has extra hair ties and pads in his bag for you. always surprising you with shiny rocks (bc u shine the brightest<3) or jewelry (an - .. an anklet with a little Y charm) or random things that reminds him of you. he makes you laugh so hard you snort your drink out your nose pls also a total cuddle bug who begs you for piggy back rides :((( </333

and then he takes you to his bed and rocks your entire world:( spreads you out and laps at your sensitive nub and fluttering hole for hours until you’re a babbling mess and he comes untouched in his pants:( gives your overstimulated folds a pussyjob until he’s rock hard again from how you whine his name:( makes you ride his cock until your legs quiver and give out only to grab at your ass and slam you down on his thick girth:( to show you how strong he is, how he can handle all of you, how much you can both take from each other with pleasure:( he sucks on your pretty tits until your keening GOD and he’s so vocal too:( filthy groans and moans and unabashed confessions right onto your slick skin of how good you make him feel how tight and perfect your pussy is for him:(( sobbing crying wailing i want him in my guts rn

the way i had to sleep w it before posting cause when i tell you i SCREAAAMEEEDDDD 😵‍💫 sooo foul for this river that is unfair !!

nishinoya, who’s such a good boyfriend that you’re astonished as to why he’s not w anyone already when u first meet. falling in love with him feels like the first warm rays of sun on a summer morning, comforting and making you shudder with excitement for what’s to come. he sweeps u off your feet with his charisma and bright smiles and passion. it’s not long at all until you go out w him and end up going official after just two dates or so. he just makes everything feel so right, like that’s how things should always have been, and you wish you’d met him sooner.

noya, who’s so attentive and thinks about you always. he showers u with lil presents daily because wherever he goes, something reminds him of u and he has to show you </3. most of his days he goes for a lil run first thing in the morning, and he always comes back w pastries from your favorite place down the street to make sure you get a nice morning too. he brings you coffee to bed but it runs lukewarm by the time he’s done kissing you awake. but you don’t mind at all, cause in the end he’s the only thing u rly need to start your day right.

NOYA……. getting u a little anklet.. with a little dainty Y charm … river you are sooooooo right for that. he def does. primarily to hear it tinkle by his ear when he has you folded over and fucks you silly </3 he’s sooooooo fun in bed and ALWAYS at your service. treats you like a queen fr he just wants to make sure you know how dear u are to him !! how glad he is to have found you !! takes sm pleasure from giving it to you, he could cum untouched just from watching you melt under his touch :( absolutely makes sure you know all abt it. you’re so good to me. lemme give you another, i wanna watch you again.

noya who doesn’t mind giving away control and gets absolutely rock hard whenever you take the lead 🫣 esp after a night out when you’re wearing your heels and you’re a bit tipsy and you straddle him and forget to take off your stilettos. he doesn’t last long but he’s got stamina and bounces right back. he has so much to give you </3 INSANE. but he knows that the way you love feeling him most is when he’s the one manhandling you with ease. he’s got absolutely no issue with it even given his shorter frame. he uses you however he pleases and you let him and it’s the single most arousing thing he does to you. he just wants to make the both of you feel good and he knows exactly how to do it, so you let him. confidence is almost substantial on him but it couldn’t be any different, not with the way you’re moaning so sweetly in his ear and give him the most fucked out look. </3

[homesick4la]

complicated — hamzahthefantastic

4. stay here forever

contains: fluff!!! sfw!!!!

summary: idk but this one is just abt sweet connection and intimacy without sex yay

a/n: not proofread i’m tired lol also this one is rlly short sorry…will post a long one next

last part: brown eyes at the entrance

it was half past midnight when you finally had enough of hamzah’s tossing and turning.

being in a studio apartment, you could hear every single shift of hamzah’s body on your couch. the creek of the springs, the sound of him sighing as he flips over.

you roll over, pulling a pillow over your head in attempt to muffle the sound. but after a few minutes, the sound of hamzah still trying to find a comfortable position was still keeping you awake.

you sit up, looking over at him. “hamzah,” you whisper. “what’s happening?”, your voice tainted in annoyance.

he sits up, looking over to you. “sorry, just- this couch is too short and my back is killing me.” he explains as he uses one hand to massage his back.

you let out a sigh, “okay, just- come here.” you say as you shift your body to the right, making room in the bed.

“really? you sure?” he questions before moving off the couch.

“yeah, it’s fine- i literally slept in your bed last night.” you laugh.

“i know, but you didn’t show up drunk on my doorstep. i deserve to sleep on this hard ass couch- as a punishment.” he rambles tiredly.

“shut up. i need to sleep and so do you.”

he smiles before he walks over to your bed, pulling back the sheets and laying down next to you. his body was stiff near the edge of the bed. he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling before he spoke.

“this feels weird.” he says, eyes still glued to the ceiling above him.

“you’re weird.” you tease.

“i don’t know, it’s just feels like i’m gonna wake up to you kicking me out or telling me this was all just a dream or something.” he chuckles as he shifts his body to lay on his side and face you.

you copy him, turning your body towards him too, now leaving your faces just inches apart.

“mm maybe this is all just a dream.” you say, wiggling your fingers in front of his face as if you were some sort of wizard.

“hey! if this is a dream, that makes you my sleep paralysis demon.”

“calling me a demon while i’m letting you sleep in my bed is crazy.”

“it’s not my fault that you have such a small couch.” he laughs.

“this is a studio apartment! i literally couldn’t fit any other couch!” you defend yourself as he continues to laugh over you. “okay i’m done putting up with this ungrateful attitude. goodnight.” you say, turning your body around and facing away from him as you pretend you’re angry.

“no no no! come back!” he chuckles, his arm pulling at your waist in attempt to face you toward him again. “i’m kidding! i love it here!”

“even though your couch is hard as rocks and my feet dangle off the side.” he continues as you turn back around to face him, giggling. “i’m very grateful to be here- it’s cozy.”

“is cozy a nice word for small?” you ask.

“no, no- it’s cozy because it’s so..you.” he says, thinking of the constant faint scent of vanilla that lingers in your apartment and the gentle warm glow of string lights that you almost always had on.

“so me? how?” you tilt your head curiously.

“just, all of it. the soft lighting, the little details of all the decorations, even the way it smells..you’ve just made this place so comforting.” he explains, his arm still draped over your waist.

you smile at him, you always prioritized your space and to hear that it was a perfect reflection of yourself made you happy. you settle into his embrace, your body getting closer to his.

“it’s funny isn’t it? how this feels more intimate than what we did last night?” he asks, his face so close to yours, your noses could touch.

“i guess it’s because it was easier to pretend a hook up was casual but this, this is different.”

“different, how?” he asks, his eyes staring directly into yours.

“because, what i feel right now, just lying here with you- it can’t be dismissed as lust or desire.” you pause for a second, “i feel like every part of me is bound to you in a way i just can’t ignore.” you admit.

there was something about how late it was— the darkness, the quiet— that made it easier to admit things like that. the late hour made everything feel unreal, like you were in another world. and in this new reality, you were safe to be vulnerable.

he lets your words linger for a while, collecting his own thoughts.

“maybe you’re not supposed to ignore it. maybe we should let ourselves be present with each other, and just feel everything we’re feeling.”

you nod at his response, agreeing with him.

“and being here with you, right now, just feels so right, y/n- feels like i’m meant to be here.”

you smile at him before placing you hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb.

you laid on your back once again and he moved to you, resting his head on your chest. you cradle his head, massaging your fingers in his curls.

holding him close- it was like holding the entire world in your arms.

he closed his eyes in your embrace, the gentle touch of your fingers running through his hair making him feel incredibly tired.

“this is definitely a dream.” he said sleepily, “and you’re the sweetest sleep paralysis demon, i’ve ever had.”

you sigh as a smile creeps onto your face, “you’re an idiot. go to sleep.”

he chuckles lightly before it goes silent.

after a few seconds, he speaks again.

“just missed you so much, y/n. don’t wanna lose you again.” he says softly, his eyes still closed.

you sigh, moving one of your hands to his back, tracing gentle patterns to it. “i’m right here, h. you’re not losing me.”

“but what if i mess things up again?”

“shh. don’t worry about that right now. just go to bed.” you cooed.

you didn’t want to think about things ending, not when things just started again.

you feel his head slightly nod in response. you continued running your hand down his back absentmindedly. the other playing with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

you wanted to remember this moment forever. you took note of the warmth of skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. his weight against you making you feel grounded. the faint rise and fall of his chest. the way his arm was curled around your waist lazily, like even while asleep, he was reaching for you.

he sighed in his sleep, his body sinking deeper into your embrace. everything about this moment was perfect. sweet. intimate.

the night prior had reminded of you of what a strong physical connection you two had. but this meant so much more to you. because it was more than love, more than lust, or whatever complicated mess of emotions you two still shared. it was trust. it was vulnerability.

after the complete chaos toward the end of your relationship and all that time apart- he still felt safe with you. and that meant everything.

…

you wake up, squinting at the sunlight filtering through your curtains. you look over shoulder, seeing hamzah still peacefully asleep.

as you attempt to stretch, the arm draped over your waist tightens, pulling you closer as he nuzzled his face to your shoulder.

“hamzah, it’s almost ten, we gotta get up.” you say.

“five more minutes.” he replies, his voice muffled by your shoulder.

“no, gotta get up now. you’re getting drool all over my shoulder.” you respond, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

“it’s not drool. it’s…condensation. science, babe. google it.” he says, eyes still closed and face still pressed to your shoulder.

“the sassy man apocalypse is real and i am a victim of it.” you exclaim.

he chuckles, lifting his head and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

“was i a good couch guest?” he asks jokingly as you settle into his hold, realizing your fight to get up was useless.

“you were until you threw a temper tantrum over the comfort of my couch and forced me to let you sleep in my bed.” you tease.

“nuh-uh. you practically begged me to get in your bed. don’t lie.” he shoots back.

you laugh as you turn around to face him.

“hi.” he whispers, staring into your eyes.

“hi.” you smile, reaching up and brushing a stray curl from his forehead.

“baby, let’s go back to sleep.” he protests, pulling you to his chest.

“i forgot how lazy you are.” you giggle.

“i just like sleeping, alright? nothing wrong with that.”

“really living up to the whole ‘nap queen’ thing, huh?” you joke.

“yeah, i’m authentic to my brand.” he replies.

you allow yourself to fall back asleep for another thirty minutes before actually getting out of bed, forcing hamzah to get up with you.

you two go through your morning routines together before making breakfast. dancing around the kitchen and bumping into one another while cooking.

while sat eating at your small dining table, he looks over at you and smiles.

“you busy tomorrow night? i wanna take you somewhere.”

you can’t contain the smile on your face. “i’ll check my calendar.” you joke, giggling at your own “hard to get” act.

the truth was that hamzah had you wrapped around his finger. you knew that. and you gladly accepted it.

a/n: why do i always get the motivation to write at 1 am 😔😔😔😔 anyway sorry if this story is messy i genuinely have like no plan i just write but i AM planning on writing some angsty chapters eventually so be ready hehheheh k bye muah

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Okay I literally just found your account with your post talking about Billie in SWARM I WEN ABSOLUTELY FERAL YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE IS ETHREAL

…okay anyways I have a request

So what if you end at the group’s house and you get the counseling cause like you have bad anxiety and social anxiety and you just push everyone away and run from your problems so that’s essentially how you end up at the house. And then you end up wanting to leave like Dre did but it’s because you don’t think that they can help you. BUT Eva convinces you to stay and like you slowly fall in love…or something..maybe add some smut. Literally add anything you want I am just so excited to read it♥️

Save Me From Myself

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Wow thank you so so much for this request! I actually have social anxiety so I am excited to write about it. Also trust me, I went feral too. She is definitely ethereal. The sexual tension she had with Dre was crazyyyy and she's such a good actress, the micro expressions and everything really got me. I didn't put smut into it only because it feels more like a soft fluff story that doesn't really need any smut, so I hope you're okay with that :)

Warning(s): angst, social anxiety, general anxiety, slow burn, y/n use

summary: You have social anxiety and Eva has been helping you with it. After messing up a game of Twister, you feel like you can't be helped so you decide to leave. Eva stops you from leaving, which leads to a confession...

Word count: 2k

Disclaimer: I have never talked to a therapist abt my anxiety or social anxiety at all, so If some things aren't accurate I apologize, but I'm just writing down what I have experienced and how I interpret it.

Special thanks to @hereforthepoet for helping me with this fic :)

~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~

You lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the story of how you ended up here over and over again in your head.

Eva had found you when you were a blushing, stuttering mess trying to speak to the waitress in a restaurant.

Were you blushing out of embarrassment? Yeah.

Anxiety? Yeah.

Because she was hot? Absolutely.

Eva smiled at you when you looked up from your head in your hands and made eye contact with her while she was sitting at a table facing you.

You groaned and shoved your face back into your hands because yet another hot woman had seen you embarrass yourself.

When you looked back up you jumped a little, seeing as Eva was now right in front of you.

The two of you had food together, Eva noticing your stuttering, rambling and fidgeting with your rings. The tell-tale signs of your anxiety.

You told her about how you managed to push everyone in your family away after your parents died, you were an only child so there weren't many people to push away, but still.

You lived by yourself in a tiny apartment, you were thinking about getting a cat, but then, Eva invited you back here with promises to help with your anxiety.

But here you were, in the bed, Eva had lent to you.

You felt like a lost cause, all the other girls in the group had shown major signs of progress over the course of a few weeks, but you were still here, holed up in your room because you could barely even talk to the girls, despite the fact it had been almost a month already and you have had numerous sessions with Eva.

You heard a knock on the door and you mustered a small "Come in."

You looked up and saw Eva walking through the door, causing your heart to race.

Come on y/n, don't embarrass yourself in front of her for the 10,000th time, please.

"Hey y/n, why aren't you out there with the rest of the girls, we're playing twister right now."

Don't stutter.

"Oh- uh, I don't know, I'm don't-

wait. I mean I don't-

I- I'm NOT feeling that great, I guess."

Jesus Christ.

She looked at you for a moment before walking closer to your bed and sitting down on the corner of it, by your thighs.

"Remember what I told you during our last session y/n?" Eva started, as she leaned over you, bracing herself up with one hand on the other side of your thighs, and using the other to check your temperature.

Your brain short-circuited as soon as you felt her skin against yours.

"I told you, the reason you stutter is that you either rehearse what you are going to say over and over in your head before saying it, or you think so fast that the words mess up when you try to say them out loud. Either way, you need to focus on what you want to say rather than thinking of all the ways you could say what you want to say."

"Yeah, I know..." Uou muttered.

"Well how can you be working on it when you don't even hang out with the rest of the girls?" Eva smiled patiently.

"I'm working on it, I just..." You trailed off, looking anywhere but Eva's eyes.

"Hey, eyes," Eva said, causing your eyes to immediately shoot to hers.

"Good girl. Now, why don't you come out of your room and join us." Eva got up from the bed and held her hand out for you to take it.

Your stomach turned at the Praise but you ignored it.

You took Eva's hand and picked yourself out of bed.

Eva didn't let go of your hand as she led you out to the living room. You willed your hand not to get sweaty.

"Hey guys, look who's here!" Eva announced to the group.

"Woooo y/n!" Cricket cheered while holding the spinner.

"Come, join us!" Isis urged, smiling at you from under Salem's arm.

You looked at Eva uncertainty, but she just gave you a patient smile and nodded, urging you to join them.

"Uhh, yeah, sure." You nodded, looking back at the pile of girls twisted around the mat.

Your heart started to beat rapidly.

Come on y/n, you cant be the one to fuck up the whole game.

Don't lose, don't lose, don't lose....

"Okay y/n, let's spin for you."

"Right leg green!"

You moved your right leg to the open green dot.

"Eva, want to join?" Cricket asked as she spun the spinner.

"Nah, I'm good. I like to watch" Eva said with a smirk.

You shivered at her words even though it was a normal comment.

Jesus Christ y/n get a grip. She's your mentor.

But she had also been the one holding your hand through the entire process of trying to get over your anxieties.

Did you have feelings for her?

"Left foot red" Cricket called out to Grace.

"Don't fuck it up!" Audrey laughed, balancing on one hand.

"Shut up!" Grace responded playfully, before carefully placing her foot down.

"Bam!" She cheered, causing the other girls to giggle.

You smiled a little but the tension would not leave your chest as the game continued.

The girls keep playing as normal, each taking their sweet time moving to their respective places while the others urge them to hurry up. You're trying to focus, to stay present, to participate...but all you can think of is the loud beating of your heart. How the girls' laughter fades and your consciousness seems to trade places with your subconscious; "They're only letting you play out of pity." "You need to leave before you embarrass yourself." "You look ridiculous standing like this and they know it, they're all thinking it." You vaguely hear directions for someone's turn being called but there's a water-like roaring in your ears and your palms are sweaty and-and-and-

"Y/n!? Right hand yellow?"

"What?"

You can't think slow enough, you can't move fast enough, your body is shaking and- 

Everyone's falling. A twisted mess of loud laughing bodies and you can't breathe.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Breathe!" You hear Eva say.

You shoot up from the pile of girls and suddenly the laughter has died and they're all looking at you with concerned expressions.

Staring.

They think you're pathetic.

You're so embarrassing.

"I can't do this anymore!" You suddenly shout through your heavy breathing.

"Woah, it's okay y/n-" Cricket starts, putting the twister spinner down.

"No, it's not! Look at all of you! You're getting better every day. But me? I'm hopeless. I can't even play a game of twister without fucking it up! I can't stay here any longer. I've overstayed my welcome and I can't be helped. I'm too broken." You said before turning away from them.

You heard the girls start to protest and get up but out of the corner of your eye you saw Eva shush them and make them sit back down. Tears started spilling from your eyes and you ran to your room.

When you got to your room, you took your suitcase out of your closet and opened it on your bed.

You started to pack when you heard Eva's hurried footsteps approach your door.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" She said sadly.

"I'm leaving. I can't stay here anymore" you were unable to look at her so you continued quickly packing.

"Hey. Stop." Eva said as she gently stopped you from going over to your suitcase with the clothes in your hand.

You stopped and looked down at the floor, still unable to look at her.

"Look at me. I wanna see those gorgeous eyes." She gently grabbed your chin and turned your face to look at her.

"Here, give me those," she took the clothes from your hands and put them on the other bed that was next to yours.

"Sit." She guided you to sit down next to where she left your clothes.

You sat down and took a shuddering breath in as tears continued to fall and your lip quivered as you silently cried.

"You're even gorgeous when you cry." Eva smiled, causing you to let out a choked laugh as you tried to halt your tears.

"You're just saying that" You felt your face heating up.

"No, I'm not. don't degrade yourself like that. You are truly beautiful, and I'll keep saying it till it gets through your pretty little head." She got on her knees in front of you and put her hands on your thighs.

You looked down at her hands on your thighs, hyper-aware of her touch.

"Y/n please don't leave." Eva spoke up somberly.

You looked back to her eyes before responding.

"I- I can't Eva. My thoughts are so confused a-and I can't be helped. I don't deserve to stay here." You sniffed as your tears subsided.

"That's not true! Everyone is able to be helped, some people just have a longer process than others. Also, even with all the facts considered, you're here because I want you to be, not because you're a patient or something." Eva explained.

"Yeah, I guess...but I'm still...c-confused." You internally cursed yourself for stuttering and you looked down back to her hands that were still on your thighs.

"About what?" She smiled softly.

You sighed heavily trying not to stutter.

But of course, you did.

"Y-" You sighed in annoyance as Eva looked at you expectantly.

"Y- You!" You managed to get out, causing Eva to let out a laugh.

"You're confused about me?" She asked with a smirk.

"Yes! Why is that funny!?" You huffed.

She laughed a little again before responding.

"It's not, it's not, Why are you confused about me?" She asked you curiously.

"Well, I- I don't know. Just...my feelings towards you..." You said more quietly.

Eva's hands rode a little higher on your thighs causing your eyes to widen for a second before you steeled your expression.

"And what are you currently feeling towards me?" Eva asked, staring down at your lips.

"Attraction" You breathed out, getting lost in the way she looked at your lips.

"And, that's a bad thing?" She smirked, her eyes looking back up to yours.

"I- I mean no! But like, you're my mentor or whatever. I shouldn't be feeling attracted to you. Right?" You backtracked.

"Who said that?" She laughed.

Wait, that's true...

"Uhhh, no one I guess. It just- I don't know I thought it might be wrong or something. You never dated anyone else here." You gestured to the door.

"Who says I didn't?" Eva smirked once again.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume!" Your eyes widened.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Eva smiled.

"S-so, who was it?" You said quietly after nodding.

"Isis, it wasn't very long though. We both decided we were better as friends" Eva shrugged.

"Oh, I see." You said, mulling over all the interaction you've seen Eva had with Isis.

"But back to your feelings?" Eva urged you to continue with her brows raised and a questioning tone.

"I guess, over my time here I've been slowly falling for you and...I've tried to suppress it, but I guess, the feelings have always been there, bubbling up,"

You sighed once again before continuing.

"I mean, I don't know... You're just so...." You started, before looking at Eva and feeling your face heat up.

"Go onnnn." Eva urged.

"Hot." You ended quietly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you!" Eva said loudly.

"Oh shut u-"

Before you could finish your reflexive response, or even have time to be anxious about it, Eva pushed up off her knees and kissed you.

You were shocked at first but you quickly closed your eyes and melted into her lips.

You couldn't lie and say you hadn't thought of kissing her multiple times.

Once Eva pulled away she sat back onto her knees.

"I can't lie, I've thought about kissing you so many times." She let out a breathy laugh.

"Woah did you just read my mind?" You pulled back shocked.

"What?" She looked confused.

"Nevermind,"

You shook your head before continuing,

"Okay, back to kissing."

"I think..." You added shyly.

[minkkumaz]

Ok hi wow I was supposed to ask for some sunoo hcs (as your bf) but like..I have a bnd req now too !! I was wondering if you could write smth for woonhak where he confesses to yn, right? and then yn rejects him bc of some issues she has w herself idk…but dont get me wrong she does like him! so now what is woonhak left to do ? (ofc they still end up together < 33) (like maybe it could be a mini smau..if you could but it could also just be a nice little fic or smth) this is what i was thinking abt when i saw the heartbreak girl fic you were working on 😭 i wonder what woonhak would feel after that rejection yk? how would it affect his seemingly happy and cheery personality ? (also im so sorry if this is long atp im rambling but if youre too busy a few sunoo hcs would be just fine)

REJECT ME SO I CAN MOVE ON

rejecting your best friend woonhak was quite literally one of the most difficult and complicated thing in your life. you loved him, but there were so many personal obstacles in the way.

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 0.7k TAGS adults dni. friends to lovers. slight angst. fluff. reader needs to fix herself but woonhak comes to the resue. readers problems aren't specifically mentioned. OMI NOTE oh my goshness i'm so sorry this request is very long overdue, i've been so busy. i hope this is okay though lovey.

after he told you those special words, confessing his undying love to you and how much he cared, you didn’t know what to say. woonhak was your best friend in the entire solar system. even alien marshians couldn’t have a relationship as close as what the two of you have.

which is why it was even harder to let him down like this. it was impossible for you to give him the love he deserved when you had so much shit going on in your head. the situation made tears sting your eyes, as you had to watch his loving face drop to an unreadable expression.

this was a roadblock in your friendship, because even after you tried to get things to go back to normal, he couldn’t face you quite the same.

you figured it was about time to have a conversation with him about what has been bothering you, but it makes you sick to even think about. because even if you told him, he might not understand.

it made you feel even more selfish when jaehyun had to ask you what happened between you guys, and why woonhak hasn’t come out of his room for some time. how his normally bright and cheery demeanor was suddenly cold and distant.

this made you realize that you had to talk to him about things. to clear it up and make it right. you were sick and tired of letting him believe you weren’t also madly in love with him.

taesan snuck you into their dorms late at night, there was a soft glow from the cracks of woonhak’s door that shown down the hall. you thanked him profusely before making your way to his room and knocking on the door.

“jaehyun leave the food at the door.” he groaned out.

“woon it’s me, y/n. let me in please?” you found yourself almost begging,  hoping he’d open for you.

a short silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the doorknob unlocking. you opened the door and followed in behind him. he looked tired, his eye bags more prominent and hair just slightly messier. if the thought of him ruining himself over your rejection broke your heart, this sight shattered it.

“do you need something? it’s kinda late you usually don’t come over until the day.” he mumbles.

“we need to talk about this. talk about us..” 

“there’s nothing wrong with us y/n, we’re best friends remember?” he tried to reassure you.

“that’s the problem woon, i hate seeing you like this knowing that you have feelings for me and–”

“it’s over y/n, just let it go.” he interrupts, falling backwards into the comfort of his bed. you lay next to him and stare up at the ceiling.

“i hate seeing you know you have feelings for me and i like you too, but there’s so much shit going on in my life that i don’t think you deserve to deal with that.” you exhale, feeling a weight be lifted off of your shoulders. theres a dip in the mattress when woonhak quickly gets up to lean on his arm.

“wait you like me back?”

“i might’ve loved you for longer than you’ve loved me, woon. it killed me to reject you but i knew i had to.”

“y/n.. you know how much i care about you, i’d do anything to help you.” his gaze softened at your eyes visibly starting to tear up.

“it’s so hard woon, i can’t do it by myself but you already have so much on your plate.” you sniff, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

“you mean the most to me y/n. even if we stayed friends, i wouldn’t be able to see you hurting like this and not break my back trying to help you.” you giggled at his comment.

he took his hand to wipe the tears that fell from your face, you whispered a small ‘thank you.’

“let me take you on a date. maybe we can forget about all these hard things together? and even if things get more difficult i’m right here with you.”

“thank you.. i’m sorry i made things so hard for you. you look like shit.” you joke between stuffy nosed laughs.

“don’t forget you made me look like shit, how was i ever supposed to stop loving you?” he pouts.

“trick question, you were never supposed to stop. because i love you too.” 

“i didn’t want to make an effort to try the impossible anyways.” woonhak smiled at you, fixing the hair that clung to the wet patches on your face before kissing your tears away, “let’s feel better together, yeah?”

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For One Night (Bolin x reader)

Pairing: Bolin x reader

Content: more BOLIN FLUFF

Word Count: 1.2k

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS: bolin fic request💕 omg i was thinking abt it n what abt sharing a bed!! like y/n lives on the other side of republic city so he let’s her stay the night and they r both awake ~respecting boundaries~ and by the time they get up they r cuddling ugh my heart

I hope you enjoyed this, anon! Once again, I’m currently starting my sophomore year of college and it’s completely online, so I’m trying to adjust to the new normal!

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Had it been anyone else’s home, anyone else’s room, anyone else’s bed; had it been anyone else, you would have rejected their offer to spend the night. You wouldn’t have even considered going home with them, even if you lived on the opposite side of the city.

But it hadn’t been anyone else; it had been Bolin.

Nonetheless, you had still refused when he had first mentioned it. Out of the many lessons you had learned growing up, not imposing on someone’s space was one of the main ones. Bolin and you were close, but you still hadn’t wanted to impose on him.

It was only after minutes of insisting, Bolin expressing his concern about you traveling by yourself, and a promise on his part to let you wash the dishes did you give in.

But now, as you exited the wash room, walking slowly into Bolin’s room, you wondered if it was too late to resend his offer. It wasn’t his fault at all; your hesitation came from noticing that there was just a bed and a few dressers in the room.

You had seen a couch in the front room; you’d just ask for a few blankets and pillows and sleep there for the night.

“You can have the bed, I’ll take the floor! Do you need anything?”

Your mouth dropped open at his statement. His eyes widened slightly at your expression.

“I-I don’t need anything, I’m okay. Bolin, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor in your own home. You can have the bed, I’ll take the couch we passed in the front room.” Bolin’s head had started shaking before you had even finished speaking. You knew the look on his face and you knew what was coming.

“No, Y/N. You’re my guest and my best friend; you take the bed. End of story!”

He offered you a smile before bounding over to a small closet and taking out a pile of blankets as well as a pillow. Your feet took you over to where he stood before you quickly grabbed the pile out of his hands.

“Well, you’re not the one with the covers and pillows, huh? I’ll see you in the morni-”

“I’m not letting you sleep on that hard couch out there! I’d rather us sleep in the same bed than let you mess up your back.”

There was a bout of silence as you both stood there, contemplating the next option in this small, but nerve-wracking, predicament. You mulled over his words while trying to calm your inner thoughts, not to mention, your now erratically beating heart.

As Bolin finally registered his own words, his eyes widened. A loud smack rang through the room as his hand met his own forehead.

“That...sounded really weird- I didn’t mean it like that. Not that I was insinuating anything in the first place, but still-”

“Bolin, that sounds...fine. I’m okay with it-ONLY if you’re okay with it. We can put a pillow between us!”

There was once again silence between you two as you said the words neither of you expected to hear. Despite the silence and the tiny voice in your head screaming non-stop, you still couldn’t bring yourself to regret your words.

You and Bolin were friends; you two could share a bed and avoid the awkwardness, right?”

Well, you were about to find out tonight.

You walked over to the bed, your heart rate increasing with every step, and pulled the covers back. This was the last thing you had expected to happen when accepting his offer; you saw your actions from your own eyes, but it felt like an out of body experience. You couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.

But, wait...what was “this”? It was only one night; a night where Bolin had generously offered his home for you to stay in...for one night.

You sat on the bed and could feel the other side dip not too long afterwards, signaling that Bolin had done the same.

The both of you sat back, making sure to keep your limbs as close as you could to your body. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of you two’s breathing; you desperately tried to keep yours steady, although it became more challenging to do so the more apparent the situation became.

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and you tried to keep your eyes from looking in your peripheral. Key word: tried.

The second your eyes trailed over to where Bolin lay, they quickly snapped back to the ceiling as yours connected with Bolin’s.

Just when it seemed like the silence would become too much, a huge sigh escaped from Bolin’s mouth, causing you to quickly look over at him.

“If this is too awkward, I can move right out to the couch!”

Despite the barely contained embarrassment in your voice, Bolin offered a slight laugh. He turned to face you as well, his eyes just as soft as his smile.

“No, no. It’s not, I promise. It’s nice- but not too nice, you know? Like it isn’t weird, or anything. Well, not too weird.”

As his slight rambling came to an end, neither of you could help laughing, both of your laughs completely snapping the awkward tension in half. Despite the gaping space in between you two

“Goodnight, Y/N.” There was still laughter in his voice as he spoke, his eyes holding yours with a newfound confidence. You found that you couldn’t look away; you didn’t want to look away.

“Goodnight, Bolin.”

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You could hear the hustle and bustle of Republic City when you first awoke, yet it wasn’t out of the ordinary. You expected to feel the cold breeze blowing through your window that could never stay latched shut, but instead you were encompassed by warmth. Shifting positions, you had no problem snuggling closer into the source of heat…until said source pulled you closer.

As you recognized the feeling of two arms wrapped around your waist, your eyes quickly opened and your head lifted from where it rested against something firm. You had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust to the bright light that filtered into the room; yet, the second they did, you couldn’t quite believe what you were seeing.

Bolin’s face rested only a few inches from yours, his eyes still closed and his breathing still deep and even. Without thinking, you held your breath, not wanting to even risk disrupting his peaceful sleep.

Your eyes traced his features; his eyebrows, his eyelashes and the way they cast small shadows on the tops of his cheekbones, his eyes that were now staring right back at you, his-

“Good morning! Oh, I’m sorry. I was just…completely staring at you, aaaaand I’m totally invading your space, right now.” The laugh that came out of your mouth was filled with embarrassment, and you had to stop yourself from burrowing your head into his chest once more and causing even more embarrassment. You tried to scoot away from his embrace, but stopped upon seeing that he sported a small smile.

“It is a good morning, space invasion and all.”

The next laugh that came out of your mouth was full of surprise at his words and his willingness to stay in this position.

Now you could’ve laid there in the arms of someone you considered your best friend and just acted normal, or you could’ve acknowledged the feeling that made your heart twist in a way that brought a smile to your face and a spark of excitement into your bloodstream.

The latter definitely sounded better.

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It is currently 1:52 AM, and I am wishing that someone taught me how to end imagines/stories!

Anon, I genuinely hope that you enjoyed this! It’s always fun writing for our favorite himbo!

Stay safe y’all, and much love!

[conspiracieys-archive]

I know you haven't done a Dusan Nemec thing in awhile (and you don't have to answer if you don't want too) but how do you think he would act in a realationship or to a regular, I know you've briefly mentioned it but how would he treat them? What kind of dates would he take them on? How would they sleep together? Anything else you can think of I'm curious ☺ also what kind of music and movies do you think he likes??? (I asked this a while ago just didn't know if you got it sorry)

YES HELLO i honestly don’t know if i got it i am so sorry. idk if tumblr ate it or if i just forgot (both are super possible) but i am still so sorry. i am Ready To Do This. im always down to talk abt Dusan cause Lordt knows this man needs more love. he’s a fucking disaster and he’s kind of a shitty person. i love it. let’s Do This.

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with a regular, there’s not... Too much emotional depth. like they are both aware that it’s mostly about the sex, but Dusan respects or is interested in them just enough to keep them around instead of tossing them aside like a one night stand. that said, he doesn’t kick out his regulars right away. sometimes they leave of their own accord, and sometimes he has shit to do so they gotta go, but sometimes they stay the night in Dusan’s big ass bed. and they can actually talk in the morning. it’s not ... as awkward as it would be with a o/n/s cause Dusan and his regulars do this a lot.

but at the end of the day, with a Regular, Dusan’s just not in it that deep. they have something he’s interested in (dick, vag, information, something) and he keeps them around. i did write about Dusan and comfort here, and i think that kinda applies to them, too. like it’s important to note that a regular sex partner is not an emotional connection. Dusan just wants to bang someone who knows him and knows his body and who he knows relatively well.

he doesn’t take regulars on any sort of dates cause it’s purely physical. he will invite them over, or have them meet him at Blume HQ for that Locked Personal Office sex, but since there’s no emotion behind it, theres no wine and dine going on.

AS FOR how they sleep together, like at night, Dusan takes up most of the bed. he doesn’t exactly starfish but he lays on his back with an arm out so his Regular can snuggle if they WANT to, but it’s fairly obvious that he doesnt care. he just wants to sleep after a night of Good Sex.

VS a relationship, i mean. when Dusan commits, he commits. the line between Regular and Relationship isn’t exactly thin but it’s also not the thickest line either. and in this context, a Regular has the huge potential of bleeding into a relationship.

if he’s in a relationship, depending on the type, that’s the only person he sees. (i mean, open relationships or poly relationships exist and Dusan is down for any of them ig. just depends on the Partner in question) he does like the... consistency of being in a romantic relationship. like no new partner every night, no switching around to not get attached (unless the s/o in question was a Regular sdfjkhlkjdsf then that Failed Hard). just... Dusan, and this person he cares about a lot.

(if the relationship hits the 8 months mark, Dusan sits them down and they have that Deep Talk about what they want from a relationship. the one that lasts a couple days and they both have to walk away and think about the questions they each asked type of talk)

and while he’s not.... big on dates, he likes to go all out for dates. whether it’s at a Super Fancy Uptown Restaurant™ or a Roof Top Bistro™ or a deeply intimate picnic at a park, Dusan puts his all into it. Man he cares about his S/O!!!! he wants to spoil them. and this dude is rich as FUCK he makes fuckin BANK!!!!!! he can and will senselessly spoil his partner with grand dates. fancy food. he reserved the whole park, hired a bunch of body guards to keep people out so him and his S/O could enjoy the evening without anyone else around. (buying out the park helps if things get heated so it’s less awkward when they try and get it together to go home.)

he has also been known to take a S/O to the movies, or literally fly them across the country for an impromptu night watching the Latest Broadway show. he might even go above and beyond and plan a romantic weekend in Venice (and if it coincides with some Dirty Dealings he has to do... its ok........ no one rly needs to know............................. HEY! what did you expect? he’s Dusan Nemec. he’s still pretty dirty when it comes to Blume and ctOS stuff! love doesn’t mean that stops! it just becomes less obvious to the public and to DedSec because he cares so deeply for someone other than himself)

with a romantic partner, Dusan is more inclined to cuddle and share his space. he doesn’t starfish, doesn’t stretch out to make a point. he lays on his side, 100% ready to Spoon (he does Not jetpack. he likes to be on the outside of snuggling. he’s so paranoid, trying to spoon him will not go well)

the sleepier he gets, the more affectionate he is and he often falls asleep murmuring incoherent sweet nothings against his partner’s neck, tracing nonsensical shapes into their skin as he cuddles them. god i wish that were me. also Dusan will initiate cuddles with a romantic partner. he’s like... get over here........ right up against me... awful.... i love him......

aaaand to wrap it up: music and MOVIES!!!

music wise, he’s pretty open minded, although he is NOT a huge fan of pop music. boybands? gross. he loves Zayn Malik's music now that Zayn’s gone solo but. i think he prefers classical music. soft, dramatic, no lyrics, nothing rly too overwhelming. something to work to or cook to or read to.

catch this man getting rly emotional over classical music. one day he’s just laying on his back on the kitchen floor, staring unseeingly at the ceiling because its So Beautiful. (this happens like once a month)

MOVIES.... he likes classic films i guess??? classic, oldies, cheesy. he loves super old westerns im sorry but I Do Make The Rules and Dusan Loves Cowboys. he’s also big on foreign films. catch him watching French films and his eyes get all glassy cause he just... loves. also Chinese films, too.

he hates Fight Club i just wanna put that out there. he wont watch horror because he doesnt have time to be jump scared every 5 seconds. if theres like a non-jump scare-y horror movie, he’ll probably watch it but he thinks jump scares r Weak. he’s way more powerful than me, i cant watch horror movies of ANY kind.

he hated Inception btw. (i loved Inception) he just... hated it. the only Batman movie he liked was the 1st Batman with Michael Keaton. he’s not a big fan of the rest of them.

he loves Indiana Jones tho jot that the fuck down.

he’s neutral on Star Wars. he just hasnt watched the franchise with someone incredibly passionate about it. if he watches it with me, he’ll Love it. he HAS seen it though he saw the original trilogy and the prequels. “Cassian whom? who is Finn. what is happening. where is Luke?” - Dusan when someone asks him what he thought of TFA and Rogue One.

the only Star Trek he likes is the original series. by that i mean, it’s the only one he’s ever watched all the way thru. someone make this man watch the other series !!!

the first dude Dusan ever popped a boner for was The Rock jussayin.

THATS ENOUGH FROM ME

i hOPE this is what you wanted??? if not pls send another ask and i will add on/clarify whatever??? i love Dusan and i love rambling about this jackass.

[catastropheinmotion]

Also, brief thought re:love stuff bc I've been writing a lot of romantical stuff n seeing things that make me emotional:

Genuinely,I just rlly want someone who'd love me. Sounds easy,right?

But not like how my stepdad loves my mom, or my grandad loved my gram. In both, it kinda wasnt healthy n went to shit in diff.ways that were just...rlly bad. Society influence of the 50/60s, then my stepdad being a toolfuck who thinks saying he'll change will be enough to get my mom back who's pissed for having to pretty much b@bysit him this long

To get,uh,n$4w for a sec bc gr3mlin brain mode kicked in, stuff down there wouldnt exactly be a factor in my partner of choosing bc dude. D u d e. I listen to audio by a l@dy & m e l t, but the idea of a g_y w/praise treating me like I want... u g h both r good, okay. I wont slap a label on anything bc I still havent d@ted yet and Imma wait til my head is less disastery for that.

Back to romanticals tho.

I want someone who sees me, n still...dunno, likes me after. Likes this weird fat pudgy guy who wants to grow out his hair to go full m.etalhead/rocker aesthetic, who laughs at rlly ridiculous shit n only knows outdated m3mes, has bags of pins n keeps waffling over what t@ttoo he wants.

Someone who doesnt make me feel bad for wanting to make stuff like my stepdad did w/my mom,or makes me feel like I should stop talking abt my interests bc nobody cares.

I want a n3rd who'll lay in bed with me,staring at the ceiling as B0w1e or J_d@as Pr13st plays on v1nyl,and we kinda talk quietly or just listen n start fallin asleep,n I wake up with my face in their shoulder or somethin.

Someone who I'd @dopt a dog with,play v1deo g@mes for bc I want to share the story w/them,someone who'd roll their eyes at all the blankets on the bed bc I like the weight n safety of them but still climb under anyways n hold me. End up super sweaty n hafta take a shower in the morning,but they do it bc they love me.

Fck,I rbed that one post of the guy like me n his bf n I just...I wanted to cry but couldnt bc my family was around,n my m@ knows but she still doesnt quite get it,n I want that someday! I wanna be happy! I wanna laugh w/someone abt ridiculous shit! I want a dog named M0rceau who's big n goofy,n love them to heck! I wanna make scarves for someone other than me,cook w/em,laugh when we mess up n order out instead.

Like I understand we'd argue,clash over things,but sometimes that happens! Wont gel all the time! I'm messy as heck, if they're rlly orderly we'd argue! But i'd accept that challenge! Gotta collaborate n not compromise, f_ckers!

Gimme someone I can watch M3tal0c@lypse with, &still watch Pr1scilla too. Where I go from c@mpy to d1ck jokes,bc I have layers n I want to laugh for different reasons sometimes. Someone I show my com1cs to,show them the ones that make my chest hurt,&they dont dismiss it bc they dont like c0mics or smthn.

I wouldnt expect them to like every single thing,but at least give some of them a try,y'know?

Agh this is a tr@inwreck long p0st. Whatever. Late night ramblings of a s@d tr@n$ guy, sleepin on a l0unge chair/ott0man thats uncomfortable as fuck n just... rlly wants to be outta here as a Strange Art Man already.

Frk,I miss pl@ying g- itar too, I wanna $erenade a n3rb,y"feel me? Be a d3bon@ir f-kr singin T M G or J P or sumthin romanticals bc I wanna do things again I havent in ages bc I was sc@red in diff.state w/step dsd around.