#like wow ok maybe think about why you feel comfortable asking me this? would you ask that to someone who just told you they are bisexual.

[pickled-flowers]

It's my birth right as an asexual to be irritated all the time

[dc418writes]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ari + pinned down + “Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you whine so pretty for me.”

*incomprehensible screeching* ok ok calm down self no pressure 👀 lol but thank you Siri for this prompt! And all who read I hope you like what I came up with☺️!

Mine

✨Pairing✨: ex!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: As luck would have it, your ex is there to save you from a creep. Some coincidence right?

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, soft/dark-dark elements, mention of sexual harassment, violence (man-man), unprotected adult happy funny times (please be safe everyone!), fingering, breeding kink, mention of alcohol, a couple bad language words

Your once pleasant buzz has since been replaced by a dull headache as you sit in the middle of your ex’s king sized bed. One of his shirts - smelling a mix of his cologne and detergent - covering your freshly washed body after the small bar brawl left the front of your top and skirt soaked with beer.

Every few minutes your mind wanders back to that moment where the “kind” and charming stranger showed his true colors. His touches becoming unwanted while trapping you against the bar and ignoring your protests. If it wasn’t for Ari, quickly yanking the hazel-eyed man away from you before his fist was soon meeting his cheek, you’re sure you’d be stuck somewhere and missing for God knows how long.

Maybe even worse.

A light knock on the door has a small smile curling on your lips seeing Ari in the doorway. His muscular body nearly taking up the entire space standing in his black sweats and some worn looking band tee.

“Hey, you feel alright?,” he asks and you nod. “Need anything?”

“No, just tired.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You didn’t want him out there though. In your current state - emotionally vulnerable and unable to get the events out of your mind - you wanted him next to you. To not be alone for tonight at least.

“C-Can you stay? Please?,” you call after him halting any further movement out of the doorway. With that tilted smile you still loved, he was soon removing his shirt and joining you under his sheets.

“Of course sweetheart.”

His thick arm wrapped around your middle with your back against his front, it was like old times how instantly safe and comfortable you felt. How you fit together so well, it was as if you’d never even broken up in the first place. And when his nose bumps behind your ear barely touching one of your special spots, that familiar flip returns to your stomach as well.

“Goodnight.”

“Night Ari,” you whisper, but you already know sleep is a far off concept from your highly active brain still focused on the bar. Trying to force you into reliving every detail as if helping you study for your own exam.

So many minutes pass of just feeling the air from Ari’s nostrils against your neck and hearing cars run by that you’ve accepted you probably won’t be sleeping tonight.

“That pretty head’s going a mile a minute again huh?,” he asks slightly startling you thinking he was asleep this whole time.

“You can tell?” He nods and you can feel the gentle scratching of his beard on your skin.

“Your pulse is a bit high; not to mention your body’s tense. Not as relaxed as I know you wanna be.”

He was always so intuitive with you. Knowing how you were feeling or if you were off without you having to even say a word. It was honestly scary sometimes how he was there with what you needed before it could cross your own mind.

“Why am I not surprised? Spot on as always,” you softly chuckle.

“Because I know you sweetheart,” he replies placing a chaste kiss to that sweet spot behind your ear. “Know all about this body. What goes on in your mind.”

His voice in your ear as his hand slowly drifts from under you and down your abdomen to the front of your thigh has you beginning to squirm. An ache quickly forming between your legs you want him to erase.

His fingertips trace a slow circle just centimeters from that junction as his lips create their own steady path down the column of your neck to your shoulder. It’s a tortuous buildup you wish he didn’t enjoy so much.

“Let’s get you to sleep, yea?”

“Please,” you shamefully beg anticipating his touch where you needed most.

And he doesn’t disappoint placing your leg over his so you were spread wide for him. His middle finger immediately dipping in your needy core and dragging just right you couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from your lips.

“Still so tight after all this time. We can work around that though can’t we?”

By the time he was done - having readied you with two orgasms - you were already in a mindless haze only capable of babbling incoherent noises, “please”, and Ari’s name.

Exactly how he wanted you as he pushed your thighs up against your chest keeping them in place with his wide upper half while his hands pinned yours over your head. You were now completely at his use as he slowly began to push into you with a low groan and silent curses how you gripped him so tight.

“Ari please,” you whined. Head lulling to the side to lie on your arm. “Need you.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love when you whine so pretty for me,” he finishes with a gasp finally pushing to the hilt. For your sake, he tries to start slow, but the feel of you clinching around him and all the sweet noises you’re making, it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to quicken. The squeaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping soon taking over your moans and panting.

“Mm don’t stop!”

He moans nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m the only one that can take care of you. Knows all your spots that make you dumb. Isn’t that right?”

Ari takes your whine as a yes, smirking as his mouth finds yours in a heated and numbing kiss.

“Because you’re mine sweetheart.” His pace quickens and you shriek as your release squirts to the sheets below. It only spurs him more moaning as he feels his own release approaching. “Always have been, shit, always will be.”

You want to whine and push him away with your new sensitivity and puffy folds that feel raw, but that blissed out cloud just keeps lifting you higher and higher that you don’t want to come down.

“And everyone’s gonna know it too seeing you with our little baby bump. Gonna be the best mama to our babies.” The thought of you carrying a mini version of the both of you pushes him over the edge moaning his release as you have one last one of your own feeling him fill you up with deep ruts wanting it to stick as deep as it could go.

Finally meeting that blissful high with you, a tired chuckle leaves his lips as he kisses all along your sweaty face. You’re pleasantly knocked out - mouth slightly parted - as he carefully lifts up so your legs can be stretched out again. Although soft, he doesn’t pull out; instead staying buried deep so none of him can escape.

Plus having you wrapped around him so snug, occasionally pulsing and clinching, it’s better than any blanket he could ever buy.

“Now, if only you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this,” he whispers before leaving one last peck on your temple.

HiredHelp: I said only one punch! (sent 12:29 am)

HiredHelp: That’s an extra 2K (sent 12:30 am)

HiredHelp: 5K in my account by tomorrow or we meet again very soon (sent 12:30 am)

So for those who’ve read my works over the years, this is definitely a bit of new territory for me (soft/dark-dark and smut) so hopefully it’s not cringe🫣. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for this prompt and for allowing me to play☺️! Also sorry if this is longer than a standard drabble lol

[elliewithcellie]

Request for TASM!Peter where he and the reader went shopping together. Maybe the reader tried the clothes on in the dressing room? <3

Thanks for requesting! I made the dressing room more the setting so it’s good ole fashion reassurance Peter. I hope you like it! fem!reader, wc 0.8k

First Impressions

“This isn’t working,” you sighed. You looked at yourself in the dressing room mirror. The dress left little to the imagination, and while the dress fit you well, the occasion called for something much more modest.

“Let’s see it,” Peter called from across the door.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Not this one.”

“Aw, babe, show me please?”

Embarrassment slid to your cheeks. “Ok, just, don’t laugh, ok?”

“Laugh, why would I—”

The sight of you as you opened the dressing room door paused him in his tracks. He certainly did not laugh. His eyes glued onto your figure. Peter was nothing if not a gentleman, but not even he could resist a form-fitting look when it came to his girl.

“Peter,” you dragged.

His eyes flicked back up to yours. His cheeks shaded pink as a weak smile joined his guilty look. “Sorry, sorry. Just, wow. Do a little spin for me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you humored him anyway. You were sure your face was completely red, contradicting your feigned disdain.

“Yep,” Peter said, taking your hands and pulling you closer. “You have to get this one. It makes me want to take you on a fancy date ASAP.”

You giggled despite your nerves. “We have to stay on track here. We’re on a mission.”

“Ok, ok.” Peter released your hands. You returned to your dressing room.

The next dress made you want to cancel your plans altogether. It was modest like you had hoped, but that was the only thing working for it. The color drained your face, and the material draped you in all the wrong places. The worst part was the itchiness. It wouldn’t settle into a comfortable spot. But if this is what it took to look like a respectable girlfriend, maybe it was just going to have to do.

You shook your head at yourself, frustration building over your nerves. You walked back out to show Peter.

“What about this one?”

Peter looked up and studied it. “It’s not quite your usual style, but if you like it, I like it.”

“Which means you hate it,” you huffed, turning back to your room.

“Wait, I didn’t say that.” Peter followed you, stopping you in the doorway.

You slumped into the chair. “This is hopeless.”

“Where’s this frustration coming from?” Peter asked, his voice soft and concerned. He kneeled down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I want to look respectable for May. Do you think she’ll like this one?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his head tilting in confusion. Realization then dawned on his features. Then he laughed. A genuine laugh as if you had said something hilarious, only you didn’t know what.

“What’s so funny?” you said pouting.

“All this fuss was for May this whole time? Wow, I mean, I thought it was weird you were trying on dresses, but I thought we were just having fun!”

You shrugged. “It’s a big deal. I just want to make a good impression and look good for you.”

“You could show up in Cookie Monster pajamas, and I would not be upset about it. May wouldn’t bat an eye.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I! Listen. It’s not a big deal, ok?”

“But she’s putting all this work into dinner just for me to come in looking like some Jo Shmo?”

“She’s making chicken cutlets. She’s gonna microwave frozen broccoli and call it a day. That’s it.”

Your eyes stayed glued to your knees where Peter’s hand rubbed gentle circles. His other hand lifted your chin to look at him. “She asked if you would come over because she wants to meet you. The real you. So just come as you are, who I know you to be. That’s who she wants to meet, ok? So, don’t buy some dumb dress unless you’re the one who wants it.”

You leaned your forehead onto his and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“Feel better?” he asked.

You nodded. “I just hope she likes me.”

“She’d be silly not to,” Peter said. He stood up and held his hand out for you to take it. “Come on. We’ve wasted enough time here.”

You took his hand and led him out of the dressing room, but you felt him linger. “Well, let’s go then,” you said as you gently pulled his arm.

Peter looked at you, a smirk forming on his face. He grabbed the first dress you tried on and started walking with you.

“Pete, come on. What happened to ‘no dumb dresses?’” you said.

“I’d regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t buy it for you.”

You laughed your first full laugh since entering the dressing room. “You liked it that much?”

“Wear it on our next date, and you’ll find out just how much I like it.”

[midnightsunnyday]

Whips, Cuffs, And Edible Thongs? (Part One) '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

A/N: so does anyone (over the age of 21, obviously) browse adult toys with their friends? Is that just me? Well, yesterday my friends and I went to a toy shop for the hell of it and laughed at the improbably large and adorably small um, "items" they had on display, and in between our playful banter, for some reason I got the crazy thought to make a headcanon about it.

Warnings: obviously NSFW and MDNI. Mentions of various kinks, sex toys, and cursing. MC is in a polyamorous relationship with all the brothers btw. Definitely a crack headcanon.

*MCs overly dramatic monologue begins*

It was a risk, coming here alone, yet the reward would be worth the treacherous journey. I left the House of Lamentation under the cover of dusk, dawned in my best disguise. I stayed low, keeping shadows close. I snuck through alleys, crept down streets, jumping, paranoid. I could trust no one. Rely on no one. For this was a mission I must tread alone.

Finally, my destination was in view. The shop was not unlike the others surrounding it, except for the black and pink sign offering something a bit more...stimulating. I grabbed the handle, pushing slowly, only to be washed in a flood of pink neon and the scent of roses.

"Welcome to Cleo's Circle, hun. Tell me, what's your pleasure?"

MC: um, well you see, it's kind of my first time here. Not my first time in this kind of store, but for demons. Not that there's anything wrong with being a demon but I um...I'm just a bit embarrassed.

"Oh sweetie, you just hush those silly fears. Now, I'm not too keen on human culture, but this is the Devildom. Things like shame and sin are like a tick on a six-horned goat's ballsack."

MC: so...worthless then?

"You got it, sugar."

MC: ok, well in that case *looks around* I think I'd like to look at--

Asmodeus: --everything you've got in stock!

MC: fucking...Asmo? What the hell are you doing here? 

Asmodeus: *gasps dramatically* honestly, it's like you don't even know me! Are you really asking why I, Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust, would patronage a sex shop?

MC: hmm. Fair point.

*clicks her tongue* "Asmo."

Asmodeus: oh, well if it isn't my favorite little kitty Mynxie.

Mynxie: you know, I didn't realize that "I'll call you later" meant six months from now.

Asmodeus: oh Mynxie, you just have to understand. When one is as renownedly known and loved as me you can't possibly recall every single, little lover you've had, right? 

Mynxie: that right, huh? Well in that case, I also might fail to account for that little 80% discount at checkout and charge your ass full price.

Asmodeus: *gasps* you wouldn't?

Mynxie: oh, I would.

MC: maybe I should come back some other time. 

Mynxie: oh no, don't go! See what you've made me go and do? You're making my customers uncomfortable *clears throat* Forgive me for mixing business with pleasure. All are welcome and made to feel comfortable here in Cleo's Circle. As a sexual education succubus and proud business owner, it is my sworn duty to ensure it.

MC: wow. Those are...some words you just said. Well, then I suppose I'll look around.

Mynxie: if you need anything just ask.

MC: ok. And actually, it's probably best that you're here too, Asmo. I actually wasn't sure what to do.

Asmodeus: oh sweetie, of course! Why didn't you tell me you wanted to explore your kinkier side sooner? I would've gladly shown you every single thing you needed to know. Oh, but um...just so you know, this isn't one of my usual outings.

MC: what does that mean?

Asmodeus: so...promise you won't get mad, ok?

MC: why would I get--

Mammon: --sup.

MC: FUCK.

Mammon: oh no. Ain't none of that happening while I'm here.

Beelzebub: hey, MC. Oh. Is that candy?

Belphegor: Beel, no.

Satan: so this is why you were ducking behind every dumpster in the Devildom. For a moment I thought you were mimicking a frightened raccoon.

Leviathan: *in a very convincing announcer voice* By day they're an average RAD student just trying to survive, but by night they're a crime-fighting, bondage-wearing vigilante saving the day with whips...and love.

Mammon: this ain't one of the plots to one of your low-budget hentai movies, Levi!

Leviathan: oh? And how do you know what hentai is, hmm?

Belphegor: looks like he got you there, Mammon.

Mammon: s-shut up!

MC: please don't have Lucifer. Please don't have Lucifer. Please don't have Lucifer.

Satan: be careful. I heard that if you chant his name five times he'll appear and lecture you to death.

Mammon: but nah, that buzz kill ain't here. Went to some fancy upper-echelon party with Lord Diavolo.

MC: thank Diavolo.

Satan: indeed.

MC: so then why are you all here?

Mammon: invite only. We may be avatars, but Lucifer is the avatar. Pff, whatever. I'm way cooler than him anyway.

Belphegor: plus, we saw you sneaking around and thought hey, that looks like a fun way to spend one's Saturday. Let's follow them.

Satan: but we didn't expect you to end up...here. Even so, why hide such a thing from us?

MC: because it's embarrassing! Why would I want you all with me buying sex toys?

Mammon: cause we're fun?

Belphegor: because it's hilarious?

Asmodeus: because we can help you find a good one?

Leviathan: that and it's not really that embarrassing.

MC: huh?

Asmodeus: we're demons sweetie, not prudes. We wouldn't judge you for this.

Beelzebub: what if we all brought something? That way, no one feels embarrassed.

Mammon: um, Beel. You realize what you're asking, right?

Mynxie: well, this is all good and heart-warmin' but are y'all gonna buy something? You're crowding up my store and frankly scaring the poor dear.

MC: thank you, um, Mynxie?

Mynx: it's just Mynx. Mynxie if you're naughty.

MC: ok, so then Mynx, I appreciate your consideration, but...I'm ok with them here. 

Mynx: are you sure, hun? Cause I can kick them out if you need your privacy. Avatars or not, I know my way around a metal pipe.

MC: I'm sure. They can stay.

Asmodeus: yay!

Mynx: ok then. Let me know if you need any help. As for you all *pulls out a pipe and slams it on the counter* no funny business.

Everyone: yes ma'am.

Mynx: that's madam. Now, y'all be good, ok?

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: Party of Five

Series Masterlist

Ariel and Jack were sitting on the couch cuddling, the latter tenderly rubbing her bump.

“Jack, stop that tickles!” Ariel said giggling as she watched her husband walk his fingers along her bump

Jack just smiled, pressing a kiss to her belly. “I just can’t believe there’s two babies in there.” He whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Ariel whispered back, confused as they were the only ones in the living room.

“I don’t want Jayla to hear me.”

“Jack, as talented as our daughter is, I don’t think she can hear us from her room on the second floor.” Ariel whispered back just to humor him.

He pressed another kiss to her belly, “Yeah, well you can never be too sure.”

Ariel just shook her head at him and ran her fingers through his curls that he had recently cut into a mullet.

As they were flipping through the channels to find a movie to watch they heard Jayla come skipping down the stairs.

“Wow, you guys are watching a movie without me?” Jayla says before flopping down in between the two breaking up the cuddling.

“Careful.” Jack told Jayla to make sure she didn’t hurt Ariel.

Ariel looked over at him, giving him a look letting him know she was fine but still placed a pillow in front of her just in case and continued flipping through the movie selection.

“OH let’s watch Finding Nemo!” Ariel said excitedly stopping on the movie as he popped up on Netflix.

Jayla began to shake her head, “Mom, I’m almost a teenager! I don’t wanna watch this kid’s movie.”

Jack almost died inside hearing Jayla talk about almost being a teenager, he was about to have a teenager and then twin babies in the house. While nervous he was excited to grow his family and go on this journey with Ariel. When Alyssa passed he thought it was just going to be him and Jayla forever, he was glad that Ariel came into their life.

“I agree with your mother, I kinda wanna watch Finding Nemo, it’s a classic.”

“Fine, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.”

Jack and Ariel looked at their daughter and then looked at each other smiling, knowing that she was going to be into the movie halfway through like always.

It was quiet as they began watching when Jack heard sniffles next to him, at first he thought it was Jayla but she was looking at Ariel.

“Mom…are you crying?” Jayla asked

Ariel wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes. “What? No, of course not!”

If Jack didn’t know Ariel was carrying his children he would’ve been worried. But he had noticed over the last few days that the smallest things were making her emotional. When he got his hair cut into a mullet earlier this week, Ariel spent ten minutes crying over his lost curls. He had to spend another ten minutes calming her down, explaining that it would grow back.

“It’s ok if you are,” Jayla said comforting Ariel as she scooted closer and wrapped her arm around her. “Thanks baby, you’re so sweet.” Ariel said, placing a kiss on her forehead and pulling her even closer. At first they were worried how Jayla would react to becoming a big sister, but moments like this calmed their nerves. Jayla was going to be an amazing big sister.

***

“Dad, maybe mom should help me. I mean she is a teacher.” Jayla told her father as he continued to help with her math homework.

“No, your mother still isn’t feeling well and I got this. They just teach math so differently these days.” Jack told her as he continued doing the math problem on some scrap paper. Jayla just rolled her eyes as she watched him do the problem over for the 4th time.

Jayla sat up from her seat at the kitchen table when her mother came rushing in and started going through the cabinets.

“Mom! Can you help me with my homework, dad doesn’t know what he’s doing!” Jayla asked, giving her dad a side eye.

“HEY!” Jayla shrugged her shoulders at him.

“Sure honey, give me just a moment.” Ariel told her before sighing and walking across the kitchen to the refrigerator. Jayla gave her father a confused look wondering what her mother could possibly be looking for. Jack just simply shrugged his shoulders, confused as well.

“Mom, what are you looking for?” Jayla finally asked. Head still deep in the fridge Ariel replied “Just looking for some chocolate syrup.”

That made Jayla even more confused, it wasn’t Sunday where they would either go out to have ice cream as a family or have a mini ice cream bar at home.

“For what?” The ever curious preteen questioned

“I just need it for these pickles.” Ariel told her as she finally spun around to face them. Jack had to hide his gag at the thought of pickles dipped in chocolate syrup.

While that combination was disgusting, her mother wanting to eat chocolate was even more concerning. “Mom, you don’t even like chocolate!”

That’s when Ariel took a pause, eyes widening slightly. Trying to discreetly tell Jack to help her.

Jack coughed trying to stall as he came up with an excuse, “Jayla, don’t question your mother.”

Ariel rolled her eyes at the failed attempt. “You’re right sweetie, I had just seen a tik tok of someone trying it and it piqued my interest, I’ll have to show you later. Anyway, let me help you with this math homework. While your father runs to the store and gets some chocolate syrup.” She said with a smile before cutting an eye at her husband. Jack immediately got up from the table to head to the store, knowing better than to argue.

Jayla, still taken aback by the unusual food request, just simply nodded her head before showing her mom her work. While Jayla began finishing her work after Ariel explained it once more, she pulled her phone out underneath the table and texted Jack one more request. “Can you buy ice cream too, please. I think I want to dip my pickles in them.”

Giggling when Jack sent the throwing up emoji back then almost immediately editing the text to send the thumbs up emoji.

***

Jayla noticed for weeks how her mom was constantly sneaking away to the restroom after every meal, eating weird foods and her dad being more protective than ever.

Jayla dropped her fork on the glass plate, it fell loudly which got both of her parents attention.

Ariel and Jack looked at her confused and concerned.

“Okay, tell me the truth, are you pregnant?

Ariel and Jack looked at each other wide eyed, the latter picking up his fork to shove food in his mouth to avoid answering.

Ariel pushes the food around on her plate before answering, “What makes you think that?”

“I don't know, not to be mean but you’ve been super emotional lately. You cried watching Finding Nemo the other day.” Jack started chuckling under his breath and Ariel pinched his thigh roughly, making him jump in his seat.

“His mother dies, I’m only human!” Ariel tried to explain but Jayla wasn’t too convinced.

The preteen rolled their eyes before replying. “Seriously mom, you can tell me! I’m 12 now which means I’m almost a teenager!”

At the mention of almost being a teenager, Jack immediately started rubbing his temples, before looking over at Ariel who was already looking at him.

Jayla watched her parents in excitement, as it seemed like the two were debating on whether to tell her or not. Ariel and Jack gave each other a slight nod before looking over at Jayla once more.

“Ok, yes. I’m pregnant!”

Jack covered his ears as loud squeals came from his daughter, Jayla jumped from her seat and rushed over to hug her mom.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so excited!” Jayla said excitedly before placing a hand on her stomach. “I can’t believe there’s a baby in there.”

“Babies, actually.” Ariel said low, Jayla hardly heard her.

“What?” Jayla said, looking up at her.

“Well…”Ariel started “Your mother is having twins.” Jack said finishing her sentence.

“No way!” Jayla yelled, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re being serious, right?” Ariel nodded her head.

Jack nodded, smiling like a fool as tears rolled down Ariel’s face. “You’re going to be a big sister to twins, Jayla.”

They didn’t think the smile on Jayla’s face could get any wider. “This is the best day of my life.” Jayla practically sang, looking at her parents before leaning down to her moms belly. “Hey guys, It’s your funny and cool big sister. I can’t wait to meet you.” Jayla whispered, kissing Ariel’s stomach.

Ariel's eyes sparkled with more tears as Jayla continued talking to the babies. When she looked over at Jack beside from her, his eyes matched her own.

“I love you.” He silently mouthed, Ariel repeated it back. The rest of the night was filled with Jayla asking a million questions and they wouldn’t change it for the works. Happy that Jayla took the news well.

***

Sorry if there’s any typos I finished this at 3am, but yay Jayla knows now! Next blurb will be Ariel giving birth! Thank you reading, let me know your thoughts! :)

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Hiname makes a poor decision or three? Was the first poor decision trusting the twins with anything ever?

From this ask game

Oh boy ok this is a messy one actually, and a bit on the angstier side

So like, basically: this one is a vague plan for a cut chapter of wolves of the woods where an 18/19 year old Hiname spirals, tries to convince Haruka to sleep with her, then gets momed instead as Haruka pretty much goes "ahahaha so we aren't doing that actually <3"

With that said, copy pasted from my notes app:

Summary// Her wolves were dead, their blood on her hands. Ichigo was years gone, for all her mismatched eyes still haunted her. Her plans to abolish the caged bird seal have hit a wall she can't seem to break. Rapidly spiraling, Hyuuga Hiname propositions one Hatake Haruka. Haruka is less than amused.

+ general notes:

(Haruka guides Hiname to a room and sits her down on the bed. Hiname is practically shaking. But Haruka just tucks her in and leaves, coming back in a little bit with soup. Hiname is ?????? But Haruka goes "clearly you've lost your mind, silly :)" Haruka asks her why she doesn't just sleep w that servant of hers thats always following her around but Hiname says it's like. Wrong. She wouldn't know how to say no, she's too loyal. Hiname can't put her in that position. Haruka just pauses and pats Hiname's head and goes, "You're a good girl, Hiname." This does not help Hiname feel any less mortified about her current situation.

And some actual writing:

Haruka stopped. Looked at Hiname, really looked at her. The notch that had been taken out of her lip the month prior had only just finished healing. Her chipped tooth flashing from behind the sliced skin as her lips flattened into a frown. "You're... propositioning me." Haruka said, for once devoid of amusement. "I am." Haruka cocked her head. "I'm not unaware of the effect I have on kids your age." Hiname's face practically lit up red. "I'm not a kid, I'm—" "Yes, yes, oh wow you're so old, a whole eighteen! How wonderful for you. I am, however, more than three times your age." "Well—" Hiname floundered for a moment. "How old do I have to be?" "Normally?" Haruka tapped her lips, humming. "I mean, I don't usually ask, but if they tell me the number or I can guess it we'll enough, at least 25, preferably. I might give lower 20's a shot, if it's a one time thing and they seem to know what they want. For you though?" She propped her head up on her palm, humming theatrically as Hiname's fidgeting increased, growing more and more impatient with every second Haruka dragged on. Finally, Haruak smiled sunnily, and tapped Hiname's nose. "Mmmm... 30." "30—!?" Hiname gaped, and Haruka's grin only grew. "Yes, come back to me when you're 30, and maybe I'll give you a chance." "But— But— I'll probably be dead by then! You'll probably be dead by then!" 30 was an ambitious age for any shinobi, never mind whatever number Haruka would be on by the time Hiname got so far. "Well not with that attitude!" Haruka mocked. "What?"

So. First off. Midway through writing this post I got distracted and decided to draw older Hiname. So. Take this:

Hiname my beloved ,, she deserves to pull some dumb bitch moves as she struggles to keep herself afloat, trying her best to find a road that will allow her to abolish the caged bird seal at only 18/19. (Not that it'll bring her anything but an untimely death of her own, rip)

I think she gets to become especially close with Haruka after the twins deaths, not just bc of naturally going for her for the comfort of a trusted older woman figure in her life but also like. Bc part of her "let's get rid of this fucking seal" plan involves approaching other clan heads for political backing, which Haruka readily gives her without any strings attached.

She's one of the few allies Hiname has left in the world that are behind her 100%, just because they support her and her cause

Haruka will not, however, be giving her the time of day in any sort of romantic or sexual way. Sorry Hiname! She's known u since you were a kid, that's fucking weird for her.

She will instead take this opportunity to pick you up, declare you daughter shaped, and put you in her pocket (and continue to prove that anyone she decides to consider daughter shaped is doomed to die an early death. Oops! Should have learned with Shiruka, idk)

Tbh I think there's just a lot of good space and potential for an interesting story to tell in like. The messes we can make as lonely human people, especially in our most stressed moments.

Hiname just wants some company from someone she can truly trust, and maybe deep down she chose to approach Haruka bc she knew that Haruka would treat her right— which in this case, meant telling her no (like a responsible adult) and trying to help her explore her options and talk through her feelings

In media I'll often see similar stories of some young adult throwing themselves at a much older person, and I do think it can be interesting and fun to see from a story telling standpoint.

But also like— age and the history of the people at play should play into a dynamic like that, and it always annoys me a little when it's not brought up, or just brushed over, or when it is played into its not played into enough— like, cmon guys if you're gonna go down that route at least make it interesting!!! You have all the ingredients for some prime soap opera drama, why aren't you using them to their fullest potential???

So anyways. I think it'd be fun to try to tell one of those stories— but then it turns out that the adult having a young woman throw herself at them is actually (gasp, shock, I know) a normal fucking person who doesn't want to fuck a girl she's arguably been close with since she was 15.

Maybe it's catharsis for every time I end up screaming at my computer screen watching Kennie JD summarize a shitty tubi movie where a guy readily fucks a girl he's known since she was a minor while he was in his late 20s. Maybe this is my own fix it version of that story where the guy isn't a creep.

Who knows.

So like, circling back to ur original ask. Actually, you were actually right actually bc Hiname's first mistake really was trusting the twins (to survive) <3

Anyways. In summary:

(I've been waiting to post that one for a while FJFBSOBFKSNDKS)

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Astarion with a s/o who's skilled at geomancy?

Astarion x Reader

“What in Gods name is all this?” Astarion asked, coming over to [Y/N] for some attention, because he was bored, and found them scribbling on slips of paper with numbers like a mad person.

“Oh! It’s my geomancy!” They told him. Their bright smile, usually a comfort, somehow unsettling with the crazed doodling and ink all over their fingers.

“Geo-what?”

“Geomancy.” They repeated. “It’s a sort of scrying technique using numbers to help someone divine the future.” Oh. So some silly magician, cleric nonsense, Astarion thought. “I’m a little nervous about where we should go next, so I thought I’d ‘check the math on it’.”

“Hmm…well, you can certainly ask your numbers all you like. I prefer to work on instinct. Gut feeling. It’s never let me down before.” Or, at least, not let him down in a way he could remember as Astarion preferred to forget all failures as if they never happened. “How does it even work anyway?”

They explained the concept, but Astarion still didn’t get it. “Why don’t you just show me, love?” He told them. “Tell me what my glorious future will be and I’ll determine if this…geomanic thing is worth all the trouble.”

“…Geomancy…” [Y/N] corrected.

Astarion decided that this is an incredibly tedious manner of craft. Honestly, by the time he’d gone through all the lines, the number blocking, putting it on the chart, Astarion had practically forgotten his question. “Ok! We’re done.”

“Finally…” He muttered, but still slid over to see what the results were. “So, what does my fortune hold?”

“This says your outcome in Fortuna Major. Wow! That’s great! It means good fortune.”

“So, I will be fortunate after all. Like I always suspected.” Astarion cooed. He didn’t need a silly math problem to tell me that.

“Well…it just means that the likelihood of your question coming true is high. Though you’re supposed to think of a yes or no question, it doesn’t really give ‘yes or no’ answers. Just the potentially possibility of a yes or a no.”

Astarion had to stop and think of his questions when he was writing this silly chart out. The mind-numbing task of tallying almost bleeding it out of his ears. Then he finally remembered. He had thought ‘Will we be together forever’. A joke, he thought. More making fun of the whole cosmic concept of this silly game. But now, looking at the paper, he had to wonder…hope…if it might not be worth something.

“Seems like a waste of perfectly good ink and paper.” He told them out loud. “But, if you’re happy, I’m happy. You have fun with your little scribbles, my love.” He kissed their head and got up to go find his own amusement.

But…he had to wonder. If the stars wouldn’t align for them, maybe the numbers would.

[atlaskrr]

Comics that resonate with me in an unexplainable way - a rec list

☆ amount represents how much is resonated with me (aka how obsessed i became or how deep i loved) which is a personal thing not a quality thing.

sorted by sections below ⬇️

Manga

Zeikin de katta hon☆☆☆ - delinquent wants to use library. OH NO! he needs to return a book he lost when he was child. welp. reimbursement time. he does (while embarrassed) and ends up working in the library in the process and growing as a person. messages relate to the books and library practices in the chapter.

pos: AUGHHHH. comforting, imformativs, beautiful messages, well-written characters that each carry a message, and makes you fall in love with libraries and books (you will appreciate librarians 10x more)

neg: some charas can feel exagerated and some jokes are repeated one too many times

Magmell shinkai suizokukan☆☆☆ - i wanna work in an aquarium! a well renowned first ever deep sea aquarium! and i am. just as a janitor. but its ok since i get to watch and learn about all these wonderful creatures. i hope people see how beautiful they are too. each chapter carries a message tied to the creature it covers.

pos: GOD DAMN the art is beautiful. informative on the deep sea, well written characters and their psychology, nice mystery build up along the slice of life, you will be enraptured by the "ugly" deep sea. will make you believe in yourself and your dreams and that you can always grow and improve

neg: some scenarios of the world dont make sense with how the creatures would usually behave, weird age gap side-story (did not happen and was handled responsibly but still)

Butai ni sake☆☆ - they said i sounded scary. what if everyone will misinterpret me again? im at a new school for hs. i got this. how can i learn to be more, less scary? wait what club is showcasing right now? the... threatre club? maybe thats the answer. chapters show the club preparing for plays!

pos: RELATABLE AF characters. the messages are strong throughout and all the showcase of what goes on in a theatre club is very accurate. it makes you fall in love with the art and if youre already a theatre kid like me, i think youll be impressed and find it relatable.

neg: besides the main 2 characters, side characters can feel underdeveloped. ESPECIALLY one of them. the ending is very open-ended on the romance that they kept on implying (though it mightve just been bait)

Yokai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita☆☆ - imagine the most pathetic man you can muster. now make him 100x more wimpy to the point hes hussled by kindergardners. thats the mc of yohaji abe haruaki! he became a shut-in after trying to teach at a school and getting scared away by delinquents. but wait! a family friend has let him work at a school. with its own island?! wow this is an amazing oppurtuni- ITS A SCHOOL FOR YOKAI?! starts out as comedy but plot and characters develop along the way

pos: AMAZING characters, well developed relationships, great development throughout the story overall, fun yokai trivia, and well incorparated comedy. also. GAY. like- well written abd casually. pretty art btw.

neg: humour can be repetitive and too questionable for some. lowk the mangakas kinks are slipping through into it 💀 the timeline of one year feels like its streching on for ATLEAST 2 with the amount of shit that happens. once again, lots of questionable things. like time travel age gap. or just age gap ship bait. or just the mc. he gets a pass tho.

Manwha

The makeup remover☆☆☆ - i am ugly. but im ok with that, i mean im just a photography student. but i guess i could try more... how does everybody just become beautiful? how do they learn? OMG HE FUCKED UP MY MAKEUP. wait whos this new random dude. and why is he asking me to be his model for a makeup competiton??? the story follows this duo in the makeup competition.

pos: AMAZING STORY. AMAZING MESSAGES. each character FEELS like a message. they're well written. it feels realistic. the makeup looks SO CREATIVE. the relationships between characters are developed well and the diverse cast of backgrounds allow for good subplots that make you CARE and think about the messages they carry as they resonate in your soul. it shows both the good and bad of makeup. realistic. truly.

neg: very vauge open ending on relationship front as they kept teasing multiple relationships and it just- no payoff. spme character backgrounds were not explored enough.

Sambong barbershop☆☆ - theres a virus spreading around to ugly people when they break. im scared ill be next. but then a cat steaps her watch, she follows it to a barbershop and- is that a humanoid cat?! smoking a cig?????? oh and a majestic dude who cut hair with gigantic scissors. blablabla she ends up working at a barbershop. sambong barbershop. it shows how one can grow as a person yet stay the same as the mc works at the barbershop.

pos: good message, complex charas (they can be assholely but theyre human), cool action scenes and fantasy elements, very realistic as, well youll see how the development goes if you read this comic.

neg: artstyle takes a while to grow on you and ending was- random. and ambig. also, because its very realistic it guves a more harsh vibe to the message rather than positivity (not a full downside tho). also the world-building is very unclear and vauge.

Surviving romance☆☆☆ - ive been isekaid into my favourite romance novel. ahh this is the life, ill get my happily ever after, who cares about those faceless extras. lalalala- ZOMBIE OUTBREAK??? I DIE?! wait. im. alive again. at the beginning of that day. WHATS GOING ON??? the story follows how she'll survive this nightmare by getting to know unknown extras she has never cared for along the way.

pos: AMAZING development throughout the story as always by lee yone. characters and relationships grow very well and the mystery us very well developed and hints are rlly good! as hidden yet visible as they need to be. the pacing was good and the artstyle is very charming. the visuals are also used very cleverly and creatively. you can even see hints in the first few scenes! also, friendship! and a good, hopeful message for anyone struggling.

neg: ending can feel very luck based. also very open-ended (personally part of the charm tho). also questionable age losgistics and some might not like the character attitude switch ups.

Peace restaurant☆ - the dimensions have all collapsed together, right in seoul. naturally, theres war over land. but one safe haven owned by a mysteriously strong and feared lady, is peace restaurant. the newly awakened demon king is ready to fly there and when he does- be gets beat up. and not by the warrior there- BUT BY THE LADY???? the story follows the growing mystery behind the mc and the "fight" agaisnt people who oppose her restaurant.

pos: love the mystery and found fam. fun exaggerated characters yet also clearly more depth hiding beneath that. love through cooking. comedy that grows plot my fav genre fr. also, very cool dishes and world. also good character and relationship development for one chara. also, HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS!

neg: other characters could be more well developed and complex. change can feel too fast suddenly accepted by the mc. the current arc (chap 26ish i think?) is dragging FAR longer than it needs to. could benefit from more realistic characters (though its probably a writing choice for the tone of the story)

Webtoon

Cursed princess club☆☆ - gwendolyn is beautiful, just like the rest of her siblings, everyone in her life thinks so. though her life in inside the palace due to her overorotective father. but when she and her sisters are set to get engaged to the plaid princes and her fiance calls her UGLY. her world shatters as she realizes hes right. she runs into the forest as she cries and WHATS THAT. she passes out and wakes up in a mansion with princesses having a tea party outside. huh. so this isnt a haunted forest? WAIT WHATS WITH THE LONG NOSE? AND HOLLOW EYES?? AND- LOBSTER HANDS???? she has just stumbled upon the cursed princess club. the story shows a journey of self improvement and self love.

pos: WAAAA I ACTUALLY CRIED AT THE ENDING. very well written characters that develop over time, creative curses and good foreshadowing. the subversion of tropes is PEAK. it has good callbacks, parallels, analogies, etc.

neg: i feel like many characters can be explored more, worldbuilding unclear, and cam often times focys on romance more than id like. humour is very often misplaced such as in serious scenes when they should be before or after the peak of tension instead of well- at the peak. some relationships and feelings feel- random? and also bad people are way too easily forgiven. i feel like there needs to be a line to the positive messaging on that front.

Maho shonen☆ - ahh magical girls. teenage girls with superpowers. ah! 2 guide are descending and- TWO FULLY GROWN MEN?! and the gaurdians are, well.... they're certainly not cutesy, on the inside at least. and the grown men? they're just plain horrid at their job. the only thing they gain from all this, is trauma! not like they're already stocked up on it. oh, and each other of course! the story shows how the two will get through this whole ordeal as well as their daily life.

pos: the story WILL grow on you. cool art, good trope subversions esp in the price of being a magical girl. explores the psychology of it all and has well written characters that deal with realistic issues. also very nice duo dynamic.

neg: the humour may not suit everyone as it can be a bit more mature. it does take a few eps to get good and grow on you.

Our walk home☆ - two academic rivals.... wait, why aren't they acting like rivals at all? they're even getting along? and finding things in common?! they're letting the masks slip. but their rivaling schools won't be happy to hear about this from their top students. afterall, no one from the two schools are allowed to be friends. the story shows how these two mask-wearing academic achievers get through life together. and maybe, just maybe, fall in love.

pos: VERY good exploration of identity and self-worth and VERY relatable. the characters are very well written and have simple yet recognizable designs, a cute dynamic between the mcs.

neg: honestly, i don't know. it just didn't attach to my soul. probably secondary character relationships could be further expanded on.

The bathroom ghost☆☆ - ghost are scary. but this ghost, is just REALLY BAD AT HER JOB! what's a ghost to do when she can't scare? and is stuck in a mall bathroom of all places? worse yet, the managers keep badgering her about it! this follows her hijinks.

pos: the COOLEST artstyle I've seen in a comic with a very fitting and unique feel. cool character design, simple, yet entertaining, comedy, great use of body language, hidden plot developing. mc is very endearing and so are the rest of the characters. it's just so feel-good and heartwarming.

neg: takes a few episodes to move on from episodic if you dislike that. honestly, i just need more. that's my only complaint. GIVE ME MORE VOLPEE

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I Like It Like That

A/N ::: You and your bf, Tanjiro, go to bed after a long week. He wants to know what else makes you tick. *Aged up Tajiro - 20*

C/W ::: a little tiny bit of sexy talk, fingering, oral {M -> F}, that's about it. Just {{!!ADULT!!}} Tanjiro figuring you out.

Art by ::: Youshima I found this on Pinterest

It was an early night for you and your boyfriend. The week had been an especially long one and all you wanted to do was take a hot bath in your oversized tub and climb into your comfortable bed.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired," you complained to Tanjiro.

"Yes, I am as well. But ... do you think that maybe we could just lay here and maybe ... talk for a bit?"

You propped yourself on your elbow and looked his face over. Having the repeated epiphany about how truly beautiful he is.

"Yeah sure. I suppose I can muster up some conversation for you. What'd ya wanna talk 'bout?" You asked, feeling his eyes look over your bare shoulders and rest on your cleavage.

"I've just been..." He trailed off. Almost like he was carefully thinking about how to choose his next words. "Ok, so, I've been wondering, what's your favorite thing to do in bed?"

"You. You're my favorite thing to do in bed." He hadn't even finished speaking when you blurted out your answer.

"Oh! Wow!" His eyes got big. "But I, I mean, what do you like me to do, y/n. To you. What do I do that makes you happy?" A soft pink dusted over his cheeks. He's so pretty when he blushes.

"Ah, gotcha. I like... I like when you, when you put your, well, when you finger me. I like it when you put your rough fingers inside of me. You know, I like how rough they are." Why we're you fiddling your words up. You're not the shy one in this partnership. But talking about what you want him to do was different than showing him.

"You, you like how my rough fingers feel against your ... most sensitive places? Wow! Ok. So... like this?" He ran his fingers from your knee, to your thigh. Giving the plush skin a few squeezes as he looked up at you, eyes quietly pleading for you to kiss him. He ran his hand over your pussy, tracing the outline of the entrance.

"Mmhm, yeah. Like that." You kissed him and lay your head back onto the pillows. I like it when, when you, ah, when you lick me. And, and, I like it when you use your tongue." You could feel yourself getting wet under his careful touch.

"Y/n, I cant 'lick you' without using my tongue," he laughed.

"Shut up! I'm, I can't think clearly right now." You joined him in his melodious laughter. But you stopped after a second. He wanted to learn about your body. And far be it from you to deny him that joy.

"Yeah? How do you want me to use my tongue, hm?"

"L-like, like you're eating me. Like I'm ice cream, and may– maybe I'm melting all over your face."

"Like this, y/n?" He scooted down and squared his face up with your wet cunt. Trying so hard to discreetly breathe your scent in. And so sweetly failing at his not so covert inhalation.

He began to dip his tongue into your wet pussy, and he'd suck on and flick it against your clit.

"Oh, god, so good, Tanjiro. Yes. Just like that." Your cunt released a wave of pleasure with each bit of pressure he put down on you.

He stopped his licking to look up at you from under his disheveled hair.

"No, don't stop. Please don't stop." You begged him. "It ... it feels too good, please don't ..."

"Ok, I won't. I jus' wann'ed to look at ya." He resumed. He would start from your clit, working it around with his tongue and lips. So carefully sucking on the little bead.

His cautiousness was sweet. But you wanted more. More of his fingers, his hands mouth lips. Cock. His whole body. You wanted it pressing down on you. Smashing you down.

You were sopping wet, your body begging for more friction. You lifted your hips and spread your legs more for him. Giving him a good look at you.

"Tanjiro, baby, please, I'm ... you're not going to break me. I promise. I'm not made of parchment paper. Be a little rougher. Please?"

He let out an inaudible "mm" against your wet cunt. You felt him shift as he positioned his body. He slid one, then two fingers inside of you, fucking them into your tight wet cunt.

You were surprised at his change in demeanor. But more than anything, excited.

He used his left hand to pin your hips down, so you wouldn't buck against his hand. But the sudden increase in pace of his fingers and mouth, was something that was driving you mad.

"Tanji, hoh ... fffuck baby, that feels s'ohh ... god!"

He looked at you, his hair and eyes were wild. You've never seen him like this before and it was so intense to see your generally mild mannered lover turn so feral.

You wrapped your legs around his neck, and pushed his face even deeper into your pussy. Your legs were trembling as they locked around him.

"Ahh, fuck Tanjiro! Oh SHIT!" You came on his face, tongue and hand. Your body was a trembling wreck. Beads of sweat dripped down your face and over your breasts onto the sheets. And he thought the wet spot you made was such a masterpiece.

Tanjiro was so proud of himself for doing this to you.

He climbed up and rested half of his body on you. His cock was hardly any less apparent than when he comes to you with an achy, dripping mass.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He asked, his chest heaving. Knowing fully well that was exactly what you wanted.

"Yes, Tanjiro. Just ... like ... that."

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii

[sitepathos]

Hello. I know this might sound dramatic, but I want you to know that you probably save my life tonight.

I was having a really bad day. My family doesn't understand me enough to care, and maybe my issue with my family is the reason why I found comfort in Batfam fics. Today, everything just got worse. My father yelled at me for something he didn't even know, I don't know why he even had the audacity to speak when he doesn't even know the matter, and now I can't speak and yell at his face that he's wrong because I am a child and not a parent, I would be considered "disrespectful" if I wanted to speak what is right and true.

I was really begging any Gods at that point to take me. I was thinking of ways to execute myself tonight. I was planning to starve myself tomorrow and ignore today's dinner. I was planning on searching what's "Metoprolol" is because growing up as a kid, I always think that "concern" is a form of love, and maybe if they saw my dead body tonight, maybe they'll cry because they love me. I know this is bad. I know this is inappropriate to say, but when I tried to atleast make myself feel better and decided to read Batfam fics again, I saw your new chapter of From Gold to Mold and it genuinely makes everything better. I didn't want to read Chapter 3 because I saw the comments that you left it with a cliffhanger, and I hate that, and decided to wait for the next chapter instead. Ever since I saw the new chapter, I actually ate dinner, because atleast I know there's still things in this world that makes me happy. When I saw your new chapter, I asked God, "Is this your way of comforting me?", and I want you to know that your work is a form of blessing for me. I started thanking God at that moment, and told myself that I also want to thank you.

I actually don't read Batman comics, or watch Batman. I never read or watch any DC movies before, but Batfam fics is about a family that I will always desire yet never really grasp. I wish for all Batfam authors to live the life they wanted.

I am very sorry for saying this, and straight up said that I was actually considering doing it. I am very aware that this is inappropriate but I really, really, really want to tell you that you save me. I know saying that a "fanfiction" save my life sounds ridiculous, but that's where I found my comfort in, and I would be willing to be ridicule at if it means showing what genuinely makes me happy. I will always love your works even if it means showing my lack of redamancy for my family, or even hatred if I have to admit. This doesn't mean that you are a start of my rebellion. I am only stating that you are a light in my times of darkness.

Thank you.

Wow, ok, wasn’t expecting my work to have such an impact. Good to know.

First of all, I’m glad you’re enjoying the series! When this idea popped into my head, I wasn’t sure if there would be many who’d actually enjoy it. With people like you, I’m inspired to put all that I have into From Gold to Mold! I hope my future work meets and exceeds all your expectations!

Second of all, I’m so sorry that you’re going through such a rough time in your life right now. Since you were brave to share a part of you for all to see, I’ll share something, too. About five years ago, my mother was a major junkie. With that, plus her narcissism, led her to divorcing my stepdad (who brought me out of my shell and made me a better version of myself) and moved us to my grandmother’s house after my grandfather died after battling lung cancer. Living with her was a nightmare, constantly walking around eggshells for fear of pissing her off, her stealing money from my grandmother, and yelling at everyone. She was always riding my ass to get a job just so she could take money from me. Early 2020, she was finally evicted and it’s just my grandmother and I living together.

She’s actually cleaned herself up and we enjoy a decent relationship.

So, while things look horrible and it may take a while, things do get better. I’m rooting for you.

[doverstar]

how do you feel about writing kiss scenes? because, admittedly, I enjoy reading and writing scenes where characters are making out, and I think it can add to the story- like the fic I'm writing, one of the characters is terrified of intimate relationships, and it would be a natural conclusion for their relationship to end with a lot of kissing described, but do you think the principle of writing a scene where characters are just making out is ok?

Wow, people have been asking me deep questions lately - not the norm. I like it!

So, are you asking because it's bothering you? Are you asking because you want to know whether it's right or wrong? That answer will determine what you think of my answer!

Do you want me to make this long? I can-

So! Great question. Are you asking about the principle morally? My feelings morally? How I feel about writing kiss scenes is this: don't do it in detail.

I don't read kiss scenes - not ones that go into detail - because it's usually exciting feelings that I shouldn't be having over a book (or fic). It's emotional pornography, is what I'm saying. Other people might be adept at going cold in those moments, feel nothing; I'm not like that, and I don't know many who are.

Why are you writing them making out?

I'll explain my thought process real quick. For me, I write kiss scenes very intentionally. I don't talk about physical details much at all, unless it's to drive home a point about a character's feelings. Showing and not telling. I just recently got used to writing kiss scenes after I was married. I've only ever kissed one person: my husband. And only after he became my husband. I am in perfect comfort and contentment with my own kissing experience, which means, happily, that when I write kisses, I am a little more comfortable than I used to be - and I have the perspective of someone who has only ever kissed the man she loves, who has her full commitment, till death do us part, and I'm expressing that affection and commitment through physical interaction like God intended. I'd imagine that's not the experience of most people when it comes to "making out".

I don't talk about the characters' mouths, or write in a way that drops you, the reader, in the place of one of the characters if I can help it. (I can only control so much.) If I write a kiss scene, it's not about immersing you and putting you in the scene and trying to get you to feel like you're making out with one of the characters. I write it because it's what should happen; it's the natural progression of a relationship - or because, especially in fanfiction, it's what the characters would canonically do based on what we've seen in the source material. Good fanfiction is immersive because it's accurate.

I talk about when it happens, why it's happening, how it makes the characters feel, maybe I mention hands, maybe, if that helps in terms of conveying a feeling the characters are having, but that's it. I write kisses the way I've experienced kisses - an expression of love. So I focus on communicating love, the way a kiss is supposed to, and not on communicating lust.

I'm not writing a kiss scene so the reader can feel butterflies (if they do, okay, but part of that is often because relating to a character is natural in the writing process and people by nature crave affection). I'm writing a kiss scene because it's part of the story, and the relationship, and that's it. Which means if the characters would canonically make out, I would pull the door shut and leave them in peace, cut the scene there, because even if they would do it, married or not, that's intimate, and I don't want you, the reader, feeling lust because of two fictional characters. Intimacy is by definition a private thing. I'm not here to create emotional porn. I'm here to write a good story. And I, the writer, could easily be sucked into emotional porn by writing, in detail, a makeout scene! So I'm not gonna do that, and from what I've seen, stories suffer for pure self-indulgence. There are whole genres dedicated to emotional pornography, and I'm not in that boat. I'm paddling my little dinghy as hard as I can in the opposite direction. Ten-year-olds can find and read my stuff, and if they do, they will not be losing their innocence because I got swept away in attraction to a fictional character.

You said in your story, the characters are making out, and that that's the natural conclusion to a story about one half of the ship being terrified of intimacy? Right? Yes! Okay - makes sense - but I would argue that there are other ways of showing this character is dropping their guard and learning to grow in that area. You can say they made out after that first initial kiss in a myriad of ways without going into great detail - without parking the readers in the room for half an hour, watching two people eat each other's faces off.

Disclaimer: the vast majority of fic readers would love it if you did that. That's why they're reading. That's what they're looking for. They want to be excited. They want emotional pornography. And the question for you to answer then is, do you want to write emotional pornography? Why are you writing what you're writing?

Also, tiny additional note - you say just making out, but making out is a lot of physical interaction for a longer time period than one kiss. It's not just anything. It's a big deal, and it brings big emotions!

Now, if you believe what I believe, and you agree with me, you won't be comfortable writing emotional pornography and you'll pull the door shut so the story can continue and show that Character Whoever is growing in intimacy without having everyone watch them suck face. Because the story's not about that butterfly feeling you get when you imagine yourself making out with someone; it's about [insert theme here]. The goal of your story shouldn't be "and this is how I'd feel if Character A kissed me". That's not a good story. That's the Twilight saga. That's Bella. That's a pair of brunette, emotionally-vacant pants. Are you sewing pants or writing a story?

woo

let me inhale here

Anyway, I'd say study your motives. If the characters would make out (and I would argue, again, that making out is not necessary to express that a character is growing in the area of intimacy and facing their fears; there are tons of other creative ways you can do that), just allude to it in one line or less and then move on. Close the door. Cut the scene. People do kiss a lot, that's realistic, and especially when there is real, honest love, but the setting in which they do so matters morally, and I can't think of a single reason your readers need to know every last detail of that makeout scene other than evoking lust in them and, consequentially, in you. Because writing is personal and you can't not be standing in the TARDIS with the Doctor when you're writing a Doctor Who fanfic; if you're not there, neither are your readers.

Philosophically, I say don't write makeout/kiss scenes in great detail. Find ways to express the things the kiss (singular) is supposed to add to the story, and then close the curtain. It should be there for a reason, and the reason shouldn't be "I just want to place myself in this situation in my mind".

That's what I think!

[amphibiahawks321]

Hi I love your content, I just read the one where the reader's parents meet beidou and ninguanng and I got inspired,imagine a similar one but with raiden(or Furina if you prefer)where the parents are freaking out and kneeling because their son's girlfriend is literally a God

[DING!🍪]

F/N : Dear don't you think you're going a bit... overboard?

[Pulls out the baking tray from the oven]

M/N : What do you mean?

[Reveals a BUNCH of food on the table]

[F/N raise his eyebrow]

M/N : Ok fine I got the message but I just want our Y/N's new girlfriend to feel comfortable!

F/N : By making her go to a food coma?

M/N : Oh come on it's not that bad! I haven't even made the apple pie yet!

[KNOCK KNOCK]

F/N : Well your apple has to wait cause they have arrived

M/N : Ah! They're here!

[Meanwhile outside the door]

Y/N : Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man-....

[Taps his shoulder]

Raiden : Are you ok?

Y/N : I'm fine! Totally fine! I'm just gonna tell my own parents that I'm dating the almighty shogun..... OH GOSH IM FREAKING OUT!

[Caress both of his cheek]

Raiden : Dear you need to calm down I'm sure they'll understand

Y/N : Understand that I'm dating a freaking archon and especially the almighty shogun!?

[kiss his cheek]

Raiden : I promise you my sweets if things go south I'll try my very very best to reason with them

Y/N : [Calming down] Y-yeah.... Y-your right

Raiden : And I already heard a lot of great things about your parents from you

Y/N : Y-yeah

Y/N : B-but! What if they suddenly died from being too shocked?!

Raiden : I doubt that they would die from being too shocked dear....... Ok maybe one of them would faint on the ground [Chuckles]

Y/N : PFFTT- you got that right [Chuckles]

Y/N : O-ok

[Grabs the door knob]

Y/N : i-i can do this...

[Holds his shoulder]

Raiden : I'll wait for the signal?

Y/N : Yeah...

[Kiss his cheek]

Raiden : You got this dear

[Winks at him]

[Y/N blushes a little]

Y/N : T-thanks.... Ok let's do this

[OPENS DOOR]

M/N : Y/N!

Y/N : Mom!

[Hugs her tightly]

Y/N : I miss you so much!

F/N : Woah woah! No hugs for me?

Y/N : Dad!

[Hugs him tightly]

[M/N breaks the hug between them]

M/N : Ok enough hugging for both of us, I WANNA MEET MY ANGEL'S LITTLE GIRLFRIEND!

Y/N : Y-yeah she's outside r-right now

F/N : Well are you just gonna let her outside or are you gonna let her in?

Y/N : Wait!

Y/N : M-mom dad i-..... Wow what is that delicious Smell?

[Looks at the table]

Y/N : WHAT THE!? Mom why is there so much food? There's almost not anymore space left on the table

M/N : Ok maaaaaaaybe I got a little overboard

Y/N : Dad you're supposed to keep her away from the kitchen you know what she's like!

F/N : O-ok fine yes I should've done that but she said she was gonna make just a little buffet

Y/N : And you believed her?

F/N : ......yes

[Y/N thought 💭]

Dang Raiden is seriously gonna enjoy this...

Y/N : Ok enough of the food

Y/N : M-mom dad please don't judge her when she enters...

M/N : Wow! What do you take both of us for? Some kind of Thugs?

F/N : Yeah we don't care if she's different as long as you're happy with her we're ok with anything

Y/N : O-ok..... Raiden you can come in now!

F/N & M/N : Raiden?

[Raiden enters the house]

Raiden : It's a huge pleasure meeting you Mr. F/N and Ms. M/N

Y/N : S-surprise?

M/N : ....

F/N : ....

Y/N : are you guys ok-

M/N & F/N : THE ALMIGHTY SHOGUN?!!!!?!

[Both of them IMMEDIATELY kneels down]

M/N : i-it's a h-huge h-honor m-meeting you a-almighty s-shogun!

F/N : B-but may w-we ask what i-is the a-almighty s-shogun doing here e-exactly?

Raiden : [Giggles] No need for kneeling down both of your presence is already enough

F/N : B-but a-again what A-are you d-doing h-here?

Raiden : [Giggles] it's like what your son said

[F/N & M/N looks at Y/N completely shocked]

[Y/N walked up next to Raiden]

Y/N : M-mom D-dad m-meet my girlfriend R-raiden shogun...

F/N : ....

M/N : ....

[F/N fainted]

Y/N : Oh no!

[20 minutes later after Y/N's dad woke up from the faint]

Y/N and Raiden Explains to M/N and F/N how they both met and how both them start to date because they both always feel so Giddy when they both are with each other the first time they interact (Y/N had to explain it to them for 50 minutes)

F/N : Oh my gosh...

M/N : Y-you can say that again

Y/N : A-are you g-guys o-ok with t-this?

F/N : ..............ABSOLUTELY!

M/N : ..............ABSOLUTELY!

[Raiden and Y/N looked at them eyes widened]

Y/N : ok if I'm being honest I thought we needed to be more convincing...

Raiden : Agreed...

Y/N : A-are you sure? You're not gonna be mad?

F/N : my son is dating an archon how can I be mad?! This is incredible!

M/N : I know right!

F/N : D-does the almighty-

Raiden : oh no need to call me with such formal you can just call me Raiden

F/N : O-ok Ummmm R-raiden how much would you say you love our son?

Raiden : With my whole life sir the first time I met Y/N he completely changed my life whenever I'm around him I always feel so....... Comfortable

[Y/N blushes]

Y/N : •////﹏////•

M/N : AWWWWWW!

[F/N whispers to M/N excitedly]

The almighty shogun just called me sir

M/N : s-so almight- I-i mean shogun can we both trust you with our son?

Raiden : Absolutely! I will protect and love your son with all my heart Ms. M/N

F/N : I-i guess it's Settled then

Raiden : Excuse me for my manner but since I enter your house I can't help but smell something delicious

M/N : O-oh! Right!

[She shows Raiden and Y/N the table full of food]

Y/N & F/N : Oh dear....

[Meanwhile Raiden mouth is drooling from the sight of the food ESPECIALLY! Those 8 dango on the plate]

M/N : Well what are we waiting for?! Let's dig in!

[Half an hour later, Raiden and Y/N are outside ready to leave to take their leave]

M/N : Remember to always call us ok?

Y/N : Yes mom

M/N : And remember to always visit us when you have the chance alright? Also bring Raiden with you cause she is gonna be surprised how many dango's I'll make

Y/N : [Chuckles] Alright mom I promise

[Hugs M/N and F/N]

Y/N : Bye guys me and Raiden will visit whenever we can

F/N : [chuckles] You better

Y/N : Bye mom Bye dad!

Raiden : We'll definitely visit you guys again everytime we have the chance!

F/N & M/N : Bye!

........

F/N : .......Ok it's your turn to faint

[M/N immediately fainted but F/N luckily catches her]

[sanb3rry]

Hi! I loved your Jean fic so much! 🥰🥰🥰

If you're still open to taking requests, could you possibly do one with an "enemies to lovers" and "hurt-comfort" tropes wherein reader and Jean are always arguing with each other (similar to the canon dynamic between Jean and Eren in the series), but Jean makes a remark that takes things too far and hurts the reader big-time so reader avoids him and Jean gradually realizes that he actually misses the reader.

lover boy !

in which jean's words finally get him in trouble.

cw : angst kinda??, asshole! jean, fem! reader, he gets better tho dw, angst to fluff.

"wow, fuck you jean" you bumped into him as you both played mario kart in connie's apartment. "not my fault you suck ass" he retorted.

your relationship with jean was complicated, to say the least. yea, you argued with each other but if anyone messes with you he'd beat their ass and the same goes for you with him.

you've been crushing on him for a while now but will you admit it? no. will you accept your friends' claims about him liking you back? no, obviously not.

this crush didn't come out of nowhere either, yes jean is very attractive but there are times when he's the nicest person to you. especially when you aren't feeling the best, he catches on to your emotions pretty quickly considering how close you two are.

like mentioned before it's complicated.

connie and sasha were giggling to themselves as they opened the pizza box you ordered. "honestly, why are you so annoying" you asked, "you only think i'm annoying cause i'm beating you in mario kart." he replied.

"that's not true, i think you're annoying all the time."

"uh huh, sure you do."

"ok, that's enough you two." sasha intervened. "anyways how'd that date go with that guy?" she changed the topic.

"shitty." you answered, her attempt to lift the mood had failed. "as expected." jean said.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, jean glanced at you and back at the tv. "i'm just saying that almost every date or relationship you've been in always ends up being "shitty" or whatever." he explained. "i'm starting to think maybe the problem isn't the guy.".

your eyes widened, "that's low, jean." connie said. "don't connie, i'm leaving." you said as you got your things. "c'mon, i didn't mean it like that" jean said, "yea, don't leave cause of him, please." sasha pleaded. "i'll text you when i get home." you said to sasha. and just like that you left.

"way to ruin the mood jean." connie remarked, "you better apologize."

it's been a week and you haven't talked to jean. and no, he hadn't even come to apologize to you.

honestly, he missed the banters or stupid fights you got with him a lot, and you missed him too but if what he said is what he really thinks then you're better off without him.

it got very awkward whenever you hung out with connie or sasha cause he's always there just looking at you, trying to say something but he just leaves, it's ridiculous.

so when he called you to "talk" right after your last class you agreed.

"uh, i'm sorry about last week. i wasn't thinking right." he said. "yea, you weren't" he chuckled at your comment. "i don't like seeing you get hurt by these people when there are plenty of guys who would treat you the right way, and we both know you aren't the problem, you're an amazing person, i just worded it the wrong way. i'm sorry, i missed you a lot this past week." he continued. his apology was genuine, you could tell.

"i accept your apology, but it still stings when the people you're closest to say stuff like that, y'know." you said, "i know, and i'm so sorry. i didn't mean what i said at all, i'll make it up to you, i swear." you nodded.

"jean, were you talking about yourself when you said 'plenty of guys who would treat you right'." you asked.

"... i mean, i know i'm not the nicest person but if you give me a chance, i swear i'll be the best. it's totally fine if you don't want to either, i don't want to pressure you, especially after what i said last week." he smiled.

"take me on a date and then i'll decide, lover boy."

"deal." he was gonna make it up to you no matter what.

© sanb3rry2023

[bittersweetaucreator]

Problematic Bitches Group Chat

Pt1

girlboss21: Delilah

Freddy_Fazbear: Freddy

goldenboi: Goldie

bunnirabbit: Bonnie

uselesslesbian: Chica

piratefox: Foxy

420/365: Jermey

sexyandiknowit: Jace

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girlboss21 added Freddy_Fazbear, goldenboi, bunnirabbit, uselesslesbian to the group chat.

girlboss21 has named the group problematic bitches.

Freddy_Fazbear: Delilah why did you make this group chat again and why did you name it problematic bitches?

girlboss21: because this group has gotten a little bumbed out since the pizzeria burned down and i wanted to have some fun with you guys to talk about random crap

girlboss21: and because that is the most accurate name for us

goldenboi: True

Freddy_Fazbear: Ok so what are we going to talk about?

girlboss21: dont know?

Freddy_Fazbear: So, you created a group chat but you *don't* know what to talk about?

girlboss21: yes

bunnirabbit: Maybe we could talk about how Foxy is doing

goldenboi: yeah, he's doing pretty bad since the Pizzaria burned down

uselesslesbian: I've seen him in his room singing sea shanty's while crying

girlboss21: i know his room is right next to mine and goldies and it is just fucking depressing

goldenboi: yeah i ALMOST feel bad for the guy

Freddy_Fazbear: Well, he has been feeling down lately.

girlboss21: yeah no shit he is currently singing to some plushies

uselesslesbian: goldielocks have you missed being on stage so much that you try recreating the feeling with plushies

goldenboi: yes but i used whatever was in the room so i preformed for cockroaches and flies

Freddy_Fazbear: My god.

goldenboi: when your stuck in a dark room for 5 years you do some weird shit

girlboss21: same with being homeless for 5 years but i have done crazy shit

bunnirabbit: Like what?

girlboss21: like stabbing a dude for trying to pickpocket you but i didnt kill the guy... i think

Freddy_Fazbear: *You're*

girlboss21: Dont you start with that shit fazbear

Freddy_Fazbear: *Don't*

girlboss21: why do you keep doing that just to piss me off or something

uselesslesbian: anyway what do we do to help foxy

goldenboi: we could hug him

girlboss: you mean freddy bonnie and chica hug him because he hates me and you

Freddy_Fazbear: He's starting to grow on you guys, I think.

goldenboi: Are you sure because i do not want to be riped apart again

Freddy_Fazbear: First of all, *ripped* and secondly, I'll go ask him and comfort him.

goldenboi: ok great, delilah what did you mean by, i think

girlboss21: huh

goldenboi: you think you didnt kill a guy after he pickpocketed you

girlboss21: tried to pickpocket me and i got the hell out of there before someone called the cops

goldenboi: ah well that makes sense

uselesslesbian: so what else does anyone wanna talk about

girlboss21: wait hold on

girlboss21 added 420/365 and sexyandiknowit to problematic bitches.

sexyandiknowit: hey guys

420/365: wasup

girlboss21: well weve been talking about how foxy seems depressed

420/365: yeh he hasben feling don

goldenboi: jermey what the hell is all that

420/365: al wut

uselesslesbian: are you high or something

420/365: i may hve smokd sum wed b4 this

bunnirabbit: Wow only words you got right were, may and this

420/365: fuc u hoe

goldenboi: HEY do not call my bf a hoe you hoe

420/365: fuc u hoe

girlboss21: NO Fuck you hoe

420/365: fuc u hoe

uselesslesbian: 1 more time and im slaping you in the face jermey

420/365: fuc u hoe

sexyandiknowit: i see Chica going to Jermey's room with a spatula

420/365: o sht

420/365: hlp me

girlboss21: sorry you dug this grave now lie in it

420/365: fuk me

sexyandiknowit: So how is everyone doing?

uselesslesbian: Well we've been talking about how sad foxy is lately

bunnirabbit: yeah and we all thought of Giving Foxy a hug to cheer him up

girlboss21: And i said Foxy would rather get a std at a prison gangbang then to hug me or goldie

bunnirabbit: wow… that was very explicit delilah

girlboss21: Oh trust me Bon that was the tame version

girlboss21: There was a much more viseral version of it but i decided to spare your eyes of reading that message for a later day.

bunnirabbit:...

uselesslesbian:...

sexyandiknowit:...

420/365: wat u stabed a guy

sexyandiknowit: Wait what?!?!

Goldenboi: oh yeah she stabbed a guy that was pick pocketing her

girlboss21: Yeah i was homeless and didn't have much i wasn't going to let some prick steel my money

Freddy_Fazbear: *Steal*

girlboss21: Oh we are back doing this shit huh fazass huh?

Freddy_Fazbear: Also i heard Chica slapping Jermey in the face Should i be considered

sexyandiknowit: Don't worry it was just Jermey being a dick and Chica dealing with it

420/365: Yeah wel Delilah is a dik an i dont se cica kiking her as

Freddy_Fazbear: Sorry but what The hell did you just type Jermey?

420/365: ths is how i typ 

420/365: It quiker

goldenboi: U type like shit Jermey

goldenboi: Like a Baby messing with a phones keypad or whatever its called

Freddy_Fazbear: I think it's called a numeric keypad 

girlboss21: I think they call you a criminal 

Freddy_Fazbear: Excuse me?

uselesslesbian: Delilah please not now

girlboss21: Sorry just pointing out the ovi

bunnirabbit: Any way what did foxy say about us hugging him

Freddy_Fazbear: Oh he said he doesn't care and all he wants is to be on a stage singing sea shanties.

girlboss21:.. has he thought of stripping?

Freddy_Fazbear: The fuck?

goldenboi: Oh yeah that actually might work that way foxy can be on a stage again and make money

Freddy_Fazbear: Goldie how the hell do you know about stripping 

goldenboi: Jace was a stripper in college he talked about how it was a chill job

sexyandiknowit: Yep pretty great made out with a lot of men

Freddy_Fazbear: Wait huh i thought you were straight

sexyandiknowit: I'm actually Bi🔵🟣💝

uselesslesbian: Cool

uselesslesbian: Anyway i gotta start up on dinner see you then

bunnirabbit: Yeah gotta go to im helping Jace with some maintenance in the basement

sexyandiknowit: Yeah bye

girlboss21: Cool see u three later

420/365: Bi bi

girlboss21: Was that a pun or just your awful spelling

420/365: cn it be both

girlboss21: Whatever

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girlboss21 and goldenboi private group chat

girlboss21: Needed to get away from jermey's awful spelling

girlboss21: apparently jermey can't type for shit when he is fucked up on weed

goldenboi: Yeah me too 

girlboss21: Me too as in don't want to see Jeremy's spelling

girlboss21: or me too as in your spelling is also fucked when your on weed

goldenboi: it's a secret 😉 

girlboss21: are you on drugs now?

goldenboi: no not really

girlboss21: K

girlboss21: Soo how have you been doing?

goldenboi: With what?

girlboss21: well with the pizzeria burned down and freddy… and foxy

goldenboi: Delilah i am fine they haven't hurt me at all ever since the others came here

girlboss21: Are u sure because i will fuck anyone up who tries to hurt you 

goldenboi: i know and don't worry if anyone tries to ill just fling them to a wall or some shit

girlboss21: i know just i still worry about you

girlboss21: and your mental health

goldenboi: I know and i have been getting better

goldenboi: I don't freak out in the dark so that's good 

girlboss21: Ok thats good 

goldenboi: ok well im gonna go hang with Tom see you at dinnertime 

girlboss21: See ya

[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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Car Troubles

Part 3- of the enemies to lovers series

“Why would she come? Why would you even want her to come!” You angrily think to yourself as you settle into your usual booth at the coffee shop on Monday. You had repeated this to yourself the rest of the weekend and tried to lie to yourself- you were straightening your hair just because you wanted to, you were wearing an outfit that showed off your favorite parts about your body because you wanted to. You watch the minutes tick by and get mad at yourself for even thinking, wanting her to come. You try to focus on your work but you can’t get her out of your head. How she had so much more depth to her than you initially thought. After 2 hours you sighed and got up and left.

You went home and got ready to head to work, you had to go in briefly for a meeting and such. As you threw on your work outfit you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown- “hi this is Julien- I got your number from Phoebe. I tried to come to the coffee shop today but my car broke down I stg.”

You roll your eyes, maybe you were right with your initial assessment, she was just a dick and now apparently a liar.

You text- “ok.”

Then your phone dings again, an image sent, you open it and it’s her at an auto repair shop, her truck in the background, broken down with a mechanic working on it.

Now you felt like the ass, you text back “oh shit I’m sorry that sucks how bad is it?”

She texts- “it’s out a couple days.”

You then think a bit more, this altering how you felt, you couldn’t ignore your previous feelings of excitement earlier in the day at possibly seeing her.

You text- “dang I wish you had been able to come.”

She texts- “If you’re free later I’d love to make it up to you?”

You smile- “I get off of work at 5.”

She texts- “cool, I’ll borrow a friends car and pick you up.”

You spend the rest of the day excited and finalizing plans with her. The rest of the day finishes at a snails pace and when you get home you quickly change. You look in the mirror like 5x before you get the “I’m here” text.

You dart out and wave seeing her in the drivers side. She goes out and opens the door for you.

“Oh thanks.” You grin.

She spends the drive chatting about what’s going on with her truck and what her dad had taught her about cars. You butt in occasionally telling your own car stories. She eventually pulls over at a park, “I didn’t really know what you’d what to do so I was thinking we could grab some street food and walk.”

“Awesome sounds good” you say.

“So how long you been a journalist for.”

“Well I’ve been like an actual professional journalist for like 2 years or so but I mean in grad school and college I was doing some less professional stuff.”

“That’s so cool, so you travel a lot for it?” She asks actually seeming engaged.

“Yeah I mean in the past three years I’ve been more places than I have my whole life.” you mention.

You guys spend so much time talking about the current events of the world, your thoughts and opinions on it and really connect. You tell her your stories you usually reserve for people you really only felt close to.

“So speaking of Europe, you’ve been there a lot for tour right?”

“Yeah yeah” she nods.

“Wow, so do you like the tour life or whatever.” You grin.

“I do strangely enough it’s comforting I like to be like on the move.”

eventually you walk by a Korean street food vendor and the smells draw you both in. She pays.

As the sunsets you head back to the car and watch the sunset from the car.

“I really enjoyed this.” you softly say.

“Me too, yeah it was very fun. I’m sorry.” She says

“Seriously you don’t need to apologize car things happen to everyone.”

“No I mean…I’m sorry for being an ass. The first time we met and just ..yeah.”

“Seriously it’s ok we’ve been through this” you smile “and even if there was bad blood I don’t feel it anymore after this…hangout?”

“Hangout?” She smiles “I was hoping this was a date.”

You blush deeply “oh I, well I was hoping that too I just I didn’t want to assume.” you smile bashfully.

“You’re good sweetheart.” she smiles as she starts the car and rests the other hand on yours.

She drives you home and walks you to the door.

“So when can I see ya again?” she smiles.

“Wednesday?” “Perfect it’s a date.” She grins. She goes on her tipey toes to then kiss you on the cheek.

You spend the rest of the night reeling from that.