#lowercase stylistic

[skuzzinfish]

guys, can we all put aside the comics for a second to agree that the canon time passage between seasons of the umbrella academy is not, in fact, a plot thing but just decided based off of how young they can conceivably pretend aiden gallagher is

[valtsv]

i don't use all lowercase and minimal punctuation because i'm lazy it's a stylistic choice. it's called "stream of consciousness" and it's actually a recognised and respected literary technique. you should feel privileged to bear witness to the development of my autobiographical epic in its raw unedited form.

[steevejr]

how can a book that has at minimum 3 editors and one writer have a fucking typo in it. like did they just sit on their ass. this book is only 250 pages and had TWO TYPOS! embarrassing.

[pygmi-cygni]

WRITING TIP: grammar. good god.

just because it's tumblr doesn't mean you can throw grammar and spelling out the window.

COMMON MISTAKES:

Not indenting for paragraphs. I know tumblr doesn't have the 'tab' function, but at least do a paragraph break. When?

If someone new is speaking

If the setting/action has changed

a new thought

think of it like the camera angle changing in a movie. Would the camera break to another room? or would you watch five minutes of bouncing and spinning while the camera moves to the right location. (Hint: it's the first one)

Big blocks of text make me homicidal. Knock it off.

Apostrophes!

It's: it is

Its: belongs to 'it'. We think it can also be it's, but it's not (see what I did there huh huh hee hee hooo boy)

Possession: Jenna's, Jess', The Twins'. NOT Jennas', Jess's, The Twin's. If there is a group, put the apostrophe after the plural 's'. PLURALS DO NOT HAVE APOSTROPHES IF I SEE THAT AGAIN I WILL REVOKE YOUR LITERATURE LICENSE AAAAAH.

Punctuation goes inside the quotation marks. "Like this." "Not this".

Dialogue punctuation.

"If you're talking and something happens," she said, dodging past a car, "you'd punctuate with a comma and lowercase." See how I didn't capitalize the bold word, or put a period after 'happens?'

Don't do this:

"If you're talking and something happens." She said, dodging past a car, "You'd punctuate with a comma and lowercase."

bad. wrong. booo.

MISUSING SEMICOLONS.

; this baby. makes a cute face ;) but is also useful!

it explains a clause, like so (an excerpt from my drabble 'Deal With It, pls read xoxoxo): "it was cozy; you'd pulled a blanket over your head and your music played gently." I said something was cozy, and then I explained how after a semicolon. It's not just a fancy comma. Don't use it like a fancy comma. it's like commentary of the actual writing. Professional parentheses.

PARENTHESES.

Don't use them. It doesn't make any fucking sense. use a semicolon or a colon or a comma or hyphens or literally anything else. underscores, even. just not parentheses. it's so weird.

WRITING STYLISTICALLY

Bold, italic, all lowercase, that stuff. use it consistently! you don't have to follow the rules if you make it seem intentional and consistent.

Bold.

emphasis, intense, eye-catching. good for a groundbreaking revelation. not the strongest choice for anger. has a staccato feel to it. punctual, concise.

Italic

wistfulness, pause, contemplation, haunting emphasis. good for flashbacks, whispering, angsty emphasis. If you overuse it, it'll feel kinda weird. i know we love her but give her some space. Otherwise it feels like pumping the gas and slamming the breaks really fast during the sentence.

all lowercase.

she's cute, she's aesthetic, she can get confusing sometimes. we need Capitals so that we can identify the Important Things. names, places, proper nouns, I know you know 'em. if you wanna start ur sentence lowercase, okay sure, but it gets muddy if you do it everywhere.

ok byeee xox

[stayinlimbo]

the world is ending (but i'm happy you're here with me)

pairing: lee minho x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort warnings: one (1) swear, mc is mentioned to have longer hair at one point, slightly unedited, lowercase intended word count: 1.07k note: i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too ♡

there comes a time in every girl’s life where the overwhelming urge to change her physical appearance eclipses all sensible and rational thought. as it turns out, you’re no exception. 

“you’re going to laugh.”

“no i’m not.” 

“you already are,” you deadpan, frowning at minho’s pitiful attempts to repress the growing smile quirking at his lips. your boyfriend has the audacity to chuckle at your words, pushing himself off the couch and gliding towards your stiff figure standing at the entrance of the living room. 

“you can’t blame me, you look so cute and adorable right now,” he defends. an arm snakes around your shoulders and you relax slightly at his touch, wrapping your arms around his middle. “besides, it can’t be that bad—at least, not enough for you to have to hide from me.” 

minho pulls you further into the warmth of his chest, the tender embrace sending a small shiver down your spine. his lips meet the side of your hooded head in a firm kiss, the extra pressure ensuring you would feel the loving gesture. the usual trail of kisses towards your forehead and cheeks is blocked, currently concealed by your (his) hoodie’s drawstrings working overtime to reveal only a small oval of skin. 

the hood’s bunched fabric frames the top of your eyes and lips. you can barely see in front of you until one of minho’s fingers slips into the opening to try and take a peek at what’s covered inside. 

minho is being nice; you look ridiculous.

and it’s your fault really. you should have known you couldn't escape your misfortunes that easily. 

work for the past month has been hell: the road-closure of the usual route you’d take, tacking on an additional fifteen minutes to your commute. the early mornings you have to endure to clock-in on time. the “important” group project your boss delegated around the office. the unpaid overtime for said project. the same petty, passive-aggressive coworkers breathing down your neck and critiquing your every move because you made a mistake once—all casting insurmountable pressure on your already exhausted state. 

you finally snapped when someone callously stole the lunch minho had prepared for you from the breakroom’s fridge. 

you suppose now it was your brain’s attempt to regain some sort of control over the strenuous situation, but the impulse to cut your hair, try a new style, start fresh with your appearance bombarded every thought on the journey home. call it an impulsive thought, an intrusive thought, whatever—you needed to do something.

too bad the hair stylist couldn’t follow directions for shit. 

“minho, i’m serious,” you whine, burying your face further into his chest. suffocating in the arms of the man you love doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now. “she ruined my hair. how am i supposed to go out in public like this?”

“i can’t tell you if you haven’t even shown me yet. i’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” he muses, chuckling at the vibrations tickling his torso from the muffled groan you release. 

minho starts to sway the two of you back and forth at your silence. the rhythmic movement cradles you in a comforting hold, temporarily soothing your spiraling thoughts. he’s right; you’re going to have to show him at some point. might as well just get it over with now. 

a defeated sigh escapes you. well, here goes nothing.

you step out of minho’s arms and pry the hood off to reveal your botched hair in all its glory. 

uneven bangs, a completely different color than from when you left for work this morning, fall into your face and cover the top of your eyes. you can’t see yourself but judging from minho’s small hiss and surprised, contorted face, it’s not pretty. 

and it’s not like you asked for anything outlandish: a standard cut and a new style of bangs was your definition of revamping your appearance. so when the stylist cut off a majority of your hair, it took everything within you to not immediately burst into tears as the salon’s floor and your lap splayed the once lengthy remains. 

you don’t even know where she got the idea of bleaching your hair. now your wallet and soul are emptier than ever and there is nothing you can do except hope minho doesn’t ask you to turn around because the layers are downright atrocious. 

“so? what do you think?” a wobbly smile makes its way onto your face. “not what you were expecting, right?”

you can’t help the tears welling into your eyes at his silence. he’s just…staring. certainly this can’t be the dealbreaker, right?

 …right?

you’re saved from your inner turmoil when minho moves forward to carefully bring you back into his arms. the tears finally spill down your cheeks and onto his shirt, the comforting scent of minho flooding your senses once again. if you could hide here forever, you would. 

“it’ll grow back.” 

“i know.”

“you still look sexy.” he pinches your side, coaxing a watery laugh from you. his smile is infectious, and you can’t help but tearfully look up at him with one of your own. 

you playfully guide one of his hands towards the back of your damaged hair, leaving it there. “so you’re not breaking up with me over this?” you tease, resting your head back against his chest. you don’t notice the subtle shift in your boyfriend’s gaze until he softly calls your name.   

“i would love you even if you were bald,” he confesses quietly, squeezing you tighter to him.

you can’t help but snort into his chest. “yeah?” 

“yeah. i will love you now until it’s long again. i will love you with any hair cut, color, style, anything. even if you hate it or one day regret it, my love for you won’t change,” minho assures, his sincerity echoing in his words.

“so if i dyed my hair pink tomorrow, you’d be okay with it?”

“do what you want, whenever you want.” 

because it doesn’t matter to him what you do with your hair. you’re still you, his beautiful and resilient (and sexy) girlfriend. even as his hands run through the chopped, disproportionate strands on the back of your head, he finds you more and more enchanting with each passing day.

“i will be here for you. always.” 

✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺

(“i still have to go to work.” 

“just wear a hat.”)

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[kkuramyeons]

✮ let it happen - huh yunjin x reader

summary: on your group’s second to last day in new york- and your first time back home in three years, yunjin suggests you two go out to commemorate being back home after so long, little did you know there was more than met the eye when it came to yunjin. 

pairing: idol!yunjin x idol!reader 

themes: fluff, date night, drinking, slight obliviousness, dancing around feelings, slightly suggestive at the end, making out… etc.

wc: 3.3k

a/n: lowercase is intended, hope you enjoy! i had so much fun writing this, i love new york so much, and yunjin has been on my mind SO much lately, so… enjoy part of my yunjin brainrot. I promise to post more frequently, classes are killing me sigh…

✮ ✮ ✮

“all this running along, i can’t fight it much longer…”

after a long day of interviews and shooting content for various media outlets, all you wanted was to arrive back to your hotel room and catch up on some much-needed rest, but it seemed a certain redhead had other plans. 

“you brought your id with you, right?” whispered yunjin in your ear as she leaned closer to you in the backseat of the black caravan. 

you looked at her confused as to why she was whispering since it was only the two of you in the car, eunchae, kazuha and sakura riding in the car in front of you as you all made your way back to the hotel. 

“you literally packed it in my suitcase before we left for new york, yunjin,” you replied, eyes glued on your phone. 

“i’m just making sure, don’t want our plans to fall through” answered the redhead. 

“and what would those be?” you asked, raising a brow at the older girl. 

“going to the bars, of course!” yunjin replied, with a smile adorning her face, showing you her phone which had a list of bars around the city. 

“what?” you laughed, not taking the older girl seriously at first, but seeing as yunjin just stared blankly at you, you widened your eyes in disbelief.

“there’s no way manager-nim is letting us go clubbing in new york. we’re idols, in case you forgot,” you said as a million thoughts ran through your head." there’s literally a billboard in times square with our faces on it,” you added. 

you could already see the anonymous tips on deuxmoi’s instagram, the blind items and probably dispatch turning your night out into a possible dating scandal. 

knowing that your head was probably running wild with a million negative scenarios, yunjin put her hand on your thigh, which instantly got your attention, turning your head to face her, with a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“not tonight we’re not! tonight i’m jennifer huh and you’re y/n l/n, two normal girls from nyc just looking for a good time,” she replied with an easy smile, explaining how she managed to sneak a few accessories from the stylists so you could change your appearance a bit. 

skeptically, you nodded your head in understanding, muttering about the redhead’s insistence in bringing your new york id in addition to your other travel documents. 

“so that’s why you wanted my new york id…” you trailed off. 

“what did you think it was for?” asked yunjin, as she stared at you curiously, head slightly tilted. 

“student discount at the MET? I don’t know…” you shrugged her off. 

“you were literally a nyu student for a semester almost four years ago… i’m pretty sure those are only for current students,” the redhead replied, scrunching her nose at you, knowing you dropped out the second you got the call to possibly join the group.

“that’s a semester more than you in college!” you replied, sticking your tongue out at the redhead. 

after bickering about past college decisions, yunjin turned to you, asking if you were on board with her plans for the both of you. you nodded, excited for spending time with the girl in the city you loved the most. 

✮⋆˙

once you arrived at your room, yunjin quickly got to work, dropping kazuha off at sakura’s and eunchae’s room, ignoring the younger girl’s whines to join the both of you. 

the youngest of the two pleaded, trying to convince the redhead to join your night out. 

“yunjin-ah, it’s like i’m not even there! seriously i’ll just smile and take pictures that’s all!” kazuha looked up at yunjin with the best puppy eyes she could muster on the spot. 

“yeah! which is why you’re not coming with us. I mean zuha, you won’t even be able to go into the bars, you’re not 21 yet!” answered yunjin, knocking on sakura’s door to drop off kazuha. 

seeing as kazuha deflated at her reply, the redhead reminded her of their plans to get chipotle tomorrow, and how she would go out to eat and explore the city with sakura and eunchae tonight. 

suddenly reminded of all the exciting plans she had, kazuha grinned at yunjin, any disappointment from not joining your plans quickly dissipating. 

opening the room’s door, sakura was met with yunjin and kazuha grinning from ear to ear, which was a sign that something was definitely up. 

“what now?” asked sakura with a hand on her hip, the other holding some yarn. 

“nothing, just dropping off zuha for the night,” yunjin replied with an easy smile, kazuha nodding her head. 

“and where are you off to?” sakura stared at yunjin, brows raised skeptically.

“she’s got a date with y/n!” came an excited reply from a grinning eunchae, who now stood behind sakura. 

knowing she needed more details regarding the american’s whereabouts for the night, the oldest le sserafim member led yunjin inside her room to know what the redheads’ plans were for the night. 

“a date?” asked sakura as she made her way towards the bed. 

yunjin’s eyes widened at the question, quickly stammering excuses. 

“no, it’s not a date! unless you consider two people who care about each other and are back home for the first time in years that are going out together a date, then it’s a date,” 

“if not, which it’s not, then it’s not a date” explained the redhead, suddenly hot at the sudden attention on her. 

“that’s totally a date, unnie” giggled eunchae from beside sakura, sitting on the bed while the oldest continued to crochet what would soon be a beanie. 

“what would you know about dates eunchae?” quipped the oldest, brows raised. 

yunjin grinned as eunchae stammered a response, relieved to not have anyone questioning her plans for the time being. 

watching as sakura now scolded eunchae for knowing how dates worked and kazuha was watching them argue with a grin, the redhead saw this as an opportunity to make her way out of the room.

backing away from the scene slowly, tiptoeing backwards through the corridor, yunjin made eye contact with kazuha, motioning the younger idol to stay quiet, silently pleading. 

“kkura-unnie, yunjin’s escaping!” kazuha exclaimed, holding eye contact with yunjin, grinning when the redhead cursed under her breath at being caught. 

“so, your plan for your date is to go out? in new york?” “and do what, exactly?” questioned the oldest member. 

“i thought we could go to y/n’s favorite dive bar and have a drink?” answered yunjin with a nervous smile. 

sakura pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, knowing there was no talking yunjin out of her plans.  

“something’s tryin’ to get out….”

✮⋆˙

“well, I finally convinced sakura that we wouldn’t get recognized or photographed since the bar makes people cover their cameras, and we’ll be escorted by security, so, we should be ready to leave in 15 minutes,” yunjin made her way towards the bathroom of your shared room, explaining the plan for the night. 

removing her extensions, placing a couple of fake piercings, putting on some fake bangs and some sunglasses, yunjin patted herself on the back for making herself look like a look alike version of herself, perfect for your date night out. 

seeing as you weren’t in the bedroom, yunjin searched around for you, letting out a sigh of relief once she saw you leaning against the balcony outside. 

✮⋆˙

with another drag of your cigarette, you took in the view in front of you. the city’s buzzing atmosphere made you feel right at home, something you hadn’t completely felt in a long time. 

taking a picture of the view of the city’s skyline and your cigarette, posting it to your private instagram story with the caption “when in rome, or well, new york”, you locked your phone, knowing chaewon was going to scold you for such reckless behavior. 

as soon as you put out the cigarette, arms wrapped around your waist, the person nuzzling their head in your shoulder.

“i didn’t know you smoked,” questioned yunjin, watching you put your lighter back in the pocket of your leather jacket. 

“only chaewon and my manager know,” you replied, turning around to face the redhead.  

“it’s not always though, i just need a break sometimes,” came your explanation, taking in the reaction from the girl in front of you. 

“it’s just, there’s many what ifs here, you know?” “i was just taking it all in, I promise I won’t touch them again for the rest of our trip” you pleaded, taking yunjin’s hands in your own. 

nodding in understanding, yunjin pulled you in for a hug. 

“let’s get ready to go?” yunjin’s breath fanned your ear, making your body heat up in response. 

“sounds good, let me touch up my makeup and we’ll leave,” you assured the redhead, making your way back inside the room. 

putting on a fake nose ring, messily styling your wolfcut and making sure some of your “hidden” tattoos were showing, you took a picture and posted it to your private instagram, the story’s  caption matching yunjin’s cryptic one that hinted at a date night around the city. 

“ready to go?” you turned to yunjin, who took in your appearance with a slight blush on her cheeks, eyes trailing up and down your body. 

“yeah!” “yup! all ready, let me text security we’re ready to leave,” yunjin said as she led you both out of the room. 

✮⋆˙

arriving to the upper east side, you noticed yunjin had chosen one of your favorite dive bars in the city, notoriously known for its animosity towards celebrities, good music, and cheap cocktail menu.

“how’d you know about this place?” you asked as you made your way inside the bar, flashing your ids to the bouncer who let you in without a second glance, not even questioning the bulky security guys following the both of you in from a safe distance. 

“i have my ways,” yunjin grinned as she led you towards a table. 

ordering your drinks, both of you settled into a comfortable conversation, pausing every so often to take in everything around you. 

after your conversation died down, and another round of drinks was finished, you led yunjin to the dance floor, pulling her close to you, sawing to the beat of the song playing. 

a couple of songs passed before the both of you made your way back to the table, ordering your final round of drinks for the night- you did have a semi early schedule tomorrow, after all. 

“did you come here often in college?” asked yunjin with a tilt of her head, picturing a younger version of yourself, (one who didn’t carry the burden of fame yet) having some drinks with your friends. 

“i did, actually; it’s one of my favorite bars in the city,” you answered, memories of your short-lived freshman year coming back. 

“do you think we would’ve met each other regardless?” before yunjin’s question could be answered, the dj started playing an all too familiar song. 

dread made its way down your spine, hands gripping your drink harder as the melody for perfect night started playing in the bar. 

you looked over at yunjin, who was eyeing everyone around her, eyes frantically darting back and forth between you and the space behind you, trying her best to not freak out at the possibility of being singled out by the someone near your table. 

glancing at the security guards in the corner, they too eyed the crowd, ready to make a quick exit if needed. 

thankfully, no one seemed to pay attention to the fact that your song was playing, people making their way to the dance floor as a club remix of your song played. 

deciding to take a chance, yunjin stood up and held her hand out for you to take, leading you to the dance floor once again. 

“and it’s never been closer…”

✮⋆˙

dancing to your song, focusing trying to not break out the full choreo- fuck muscle memory, you thought, as you swayed goofily to the beat of the song, yunjin mimicking your actions. 

once the song changed, so did the mood.

the dj moved away from club remixes, focusing on getting the people on the dance floor as close as possible to each other. 

taking the hint, yunjin pulled you by the waist, swaying your hips with her hands, drawing you closer to her. 

surprised at her shamelessness, you looked over her shoulder just in case someone watched the two of you closely in recognition. 

“y/n, there’s no one watching us except our security from the corner,” she reassured you. 

“i know, i'm just- i don’t want any more rumors,” you replied, trying to shake your anxiety, wanting to focus on the redhead. 

“and there’s going to be none, tell me, don’t we fit right in?” yunjin pulled you closer to her, her lips near your neck, hands on your lower back. 

deciding not to focus on yunjin’s closeness, you looked around and saw how you two blended in the sea of people; from the outside eye, you two looked like an average couple on a night out. 

lost in the music, it seemed as if the world around you faded to nothing, leaving the two of you at the center of its core. 

looking up at yunjin, you noticed how pretty her moles looked up closely, and how beautiful she looked enjoying herself with you, laughing as she danced. 

yunjin stared at you, feeling your gaze on her as you two continued to dance, moving impossibly closer towards each other, noses grazing and her breath fanning your lips. 

yunjin had always thought you were bold, a bold person, and even bolder for an idol. you were never afraid to speak your mind, reject ideas or defending yourself when needed. 

and if yunjin had thought you couldn’t get any bolder- (writing love songs with female pronouns, getting tattoos, defending your members, and sometimes breaking the rules to get what you wanted), you would never be as bold as you were in that moment, leaning in and closing the gap between you two in the middle of the crowded dance floor. 

not giving her mind time to react properly, yunjin wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your closer as she returned the kiss, letting your bodies say what was unspoken between you two. 

pulling away, you grinned, catching your breath, suddenly breathless as you took in the red ahead in front of you, blushing with an equally stupid grin on her face. 

from behind yunjin, you could see the security guard pretending to not see the scene that just unfolded, watching as he looked away from the two of you for a moment, giving the two of you some privacy. 

“wanna get out of here?” yunjin asked, holding your hand, pulling you closer to her. 

“thought you’d never ask,” came your reply, letting the redhead lead the way out of the dance floor and near the exit, guards closely following the both of you. 

“baby, now i’m ready, now i’m moving on...”

✮⋆˙

after a quick exit from the back of the bar and settled in the backseat of a tinted car, yunjin pulled you closer to her, hands roaming your body, as her lips trailed the side of your neck. 

soft sighs escaped your lips at the feeling of yunjin’s mouth on your neck, not even caring if she left any marks. 

making her way up from your neck and back to your lips, yunjin kissed you, taking the time to savor the feeling of your lips against hers. 

lost in each other for what felt like hours, a sudden knock on the window pulled you away from each other. 

the guard giving you a few minutes to fix your appearances, just in case someone was to be outside of your hotel. 

hair slightly disheveled and messy lipstick stains adorning your neck, yunjin led you back to the room, eager to continue what she started in the car. 

“oh, but maybe i was ready all along…”

✮⋆˙

when the morning came and you two woke up next to each other, clothes scattered and makeup smeared across the sheets, you two grabbed your phones to check that no headlines with your names made the news.

the same couldn’t be said first the group chat, however. 

a flurry of texts lit up your phone screen, mostly from sakura making sure you two were awake and ready in an hour for your schedule, and the rest were from chaewon trying to pry information on your whereabouts from the other members. 

reassuring the rest of the girls you two were wake and getting ready, you put your phone on the nightstand, wanting to see where yunjin’s head was at after last night. 

before you two could have the conversation, it seemed chaewon had other plans. 

yunjin handed you her phone, where chaewon had sent a grainy picture of you two arriving at the bar last night, followed by a series of questions and confused texts. 

opening the chat, you scrolled through the texts, the girls making fun of your appearances.

kkurakkura: yunjin, you told me you wouldn’t get caught. 

kkurakkura: never trusting you again wtf. 

manchae: told you it was a date, unnie 

chaechae: you two are literally missing the point. 

zuzu: it kinda looks like them, but at the same time it doesn’t … 

kkurakkura: wait i kinda see it… 

manchae: if anything, it looks like their doppelgängers lol. 

y/nnie: that’s literally not me in the picture lol 

chaechae: you’re telling me that’s not you and yunjin in the picture? 

y/nnie: nope! 

jenjen: at least there’s no headlines ! 

chaechae: we’re having a serious conversation once we’re in california.  

y/nnie: but that’s literally not me … 

deciding to ignore chaewon’s texts, you turned to yunjin, watching as she agreed with your leader’s wishes to talk once you got to los angeles. 

“guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh…” yunjin bit her lip, staring at you expectantly. 

“jen, the cat’s never been in the bag when it comes to us,” came your reply with a smile, nudging the girl’s shoulder. 

“that’s true…” 

“maybe it's time we let it roam free then," you suggested with a grin, yunjin playfully rolling her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation. 

“it’s gonna take a little bit more than that, though…” yunjin inched closer to you. 

“oh really?” you replied, hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

“best to let it happen, then,” she whispered, closing the gap between you, manicured nails caressing your face. 

a knock on the door interrupted the moment, yunjin pecking your lips one last time for good measure before fully pulling away to get ready for your upcoming schedule. 

 “oh, i'm ready for the moment and the sound…”

[zvouyage]

behind the scenes!

pairing.ᐟ ; model!jungwon x stylist!fmr . . . fluff - mutual pinning && flirting . . . précis.ᐟ ; jungwon tries shooting his shot at you before his runway.

w.c.ᐟ ; 1823 ( 𝒷ack 𝓉o 𝒷log ? )

warnings.ᐟ ; lowercase intended , not proofread , kissing , kissing on shirt collar && a very flirty jungwon . . . 🎬

the backstage of a fashion show was always a whirl of chaos. hairdryers blasted, makeup artists dabbed final touches of powder on faces, and stylists like you moved with determined grace, adjusting clothing and checking every little detail with a critical eye. you liked the chaos, though. the flurry of activity kept your mind focused, helped you tune out everything except for your job, which was currently—jungwon. the model you’d been assigned to for today’s and many other shows that you’ve done before with him. tall, broad shoulders and with a lean build and striking features, jungwon had the sort of presence that commanded attention without even trying. he was the type of model whose quiet confidence drew eyes the moment he stepped into a room and walked effortlessly on any runway he was assigned to. not that you’d ever say that to his face, of course. it was unprofessional to think of your models in that way, even if you sometimes caught yourself sneaking glances at him while working and paying more attention to him and his outfits before any show.

you hadn’t realized you were staring until his cat-like eyes met yours in the mirror, a sly smile pulling at the corner of his lips, making his dimples appear which was what got him so many compliments and opportunities to walk the runway. “you’re doing that thing again,” jungwon eased, his voice low as he adjusted the tie of his suit from the new collection n the reflection. “what thing?” you tried to hide your embarrassment, focusing instead on fixing the last button of his blazer. “that thing where you look at me like you’re trying to figure out something important.” he turned slightly, watching you through his long lashes. “what’s on your mind?” he cocked his head, so adoringly that you wanted to just put him in your pockets and keep him there safe and sound from the harms of the world. you rolled your eyes playfully, trying to cover up the warmth spreading across your cheeks as you stepped back, your eyes travelling down his body to check if you liked it or not, to make any new adjustments. “I’m just making sure everything is perfect. This suit is from the new collection, after all. It’s kind of a big deal.” you murmured, you didn’t like how the sleeves of his blazer was looking so you started to roll them and then unrolled cause it didn’t look like how you imagined it in your head. “It’s just a suit,” he said with a shrug, though his eyes glinted with amusement. “nothing to get all worked up over.”. you shook your head. “It’s more than just a suit, jungwon. It’s art. and my job is to make sure the art looks flawless otherwise i’m getting my head chopped off by the designer.” you complained, earning a chuckle from him. “well, if anyone can do it, it’s you,” he said, leaning just a little closer as if sharing a secret. His voice dropped to a soft murmur, sending a flutter through your chest. “you always make me look my best.” your heart skipped a beat at the sudden compliment said so nonchalantly by him, and you tried to laugh it off, but there was something in his tone that made it impossible to ignore the tension between you two.

“you flatter me,” you replied, stepping back to get a full view of his outfit again. you moved and circled around him slowly, inspecting every seam and crease in the rich, dark fabric. the suit was perfect, tailored to fit his form like a second skin, exuding elegance and confidence, and not mention how his legs looked longer since his slacks were high waisted and accentuated his legs. but something was missing. you chewed on your lower lip, staring at him for a moment before sighing. “i don’t know what it is, but there’s just… something.” jungwon raised an eyebrow, looking down at himself with a frown and then back at you. “Something? like what?..” he asked. “like..the look isn’t fully complete yet,” you muttered, eyes narrowing as you thought. you crossed your arms, wondering what detail you might’ve missed. a pocket square? a tie adjustment? nope, it was all there…

“hmm..” jungwon mused, stepping toward you with an air of quiet confidence. he leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to yours. “maybe it needs something a bit more personal.” your heart began to race as he paused, his gaze locked onto yours. there was an intensity in his eyes, something unreadable yet deeply felt. you swallowed nervously. “Personal?” a small smile tugged at his lips as he brought a hand up, taking the black pen that was tucked snugly ehind your ear. “yup. if you see here..the designer has a bunch of lipstick stains detailing around the collar..a suit like this, like mine wouldn’t be complete like this. it needs a final touch. the lipstick stains.” he explained carefully, his fingers gripped on the pen that was pointing at all the small details that you’ve missed whilst preparing before the show but could you blame yourself when you’re getting told to hurry up cause we don’t have all day? nope. your breath caught in your throat, silently cursing at yourself for forgetting such small thing that could love impacted the whole look and original design of the suit, the air between you crackling with an unspoken tension. “and how can we fix now?” you asked softly, trying to maintain your composure but finding it increasingly difficult with the way he was looking at you, there was a glint of mischief and hope in his eyes. he leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “you can kiss me..” your lips parted in surprise, but before you could respond, he continued, his words smooth and teasing. “not my lips, don’t get the wrong idea but this suit isn’t complete until it’s been kissed by someone special.” the playful glint in his eyes remained, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was joking or being serious. but the warmth in his gaze told you everything you needed to know. “jungwon…” you breathed his name, your pulse quickening as the reality of his words sank in. he gave a nonchalant shrug, as if he hadn’t just made your heart race with a simple suggestion that seemed innocent to him but to you…hell, this was something you have wished on doing but not in this profession! just as a normal human who was also his non-stylist girlfriend!. “eh…you can do the kissing on the lips part later but c’mon on, we don’t have all day and the show is about to start” he teased further. you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at his casual boldness and letting your head hang low, not wanting to face him with your flushed cheeks. but there was no denying the way your body reacted to him—the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, the way your hands trembled slightly as you brushed them against your sides. you had been suppressing these feelings for far too long, and now they were bubbling to the surface in the most unexpected way, damn he’s a good flirt and a very natural one at that.

“alright fine…” you sighed defeatedly, your hand going to pick the same shade of the lipstick on the original design from one of the many vanity’s in front of you, jungwon stood still, smiling and staring at you from the reflection of the mirror as you applied the lipstick on the lips who he had wished and longed of kissing for so long. jungwon lowered himself down for you to be able to reach at his white collared shirt without a struggle since he was wearing heeled boots and made him more taller than his normal height, the blood began rushing to his cheeks as you leaned in to place a kiss on the collar, leaving the perfect lipstick stain behind and a very smiley jungwon who had gotten a whiff of the shampoo and your perfume that you were using. jungwon’s smile deepened, his voice filled with a confidence that made your knees weak. “you’ll be able to kiss me without this shirt in the way in the future.” you blinked at him, trying to process what he was saying, but his next words stopped your thoughts entirely. “how about this,” jungwon continued, his tone still casual yet laced with something much deeper. “after the show, you and I go out. I’ll take you somewhere nice. and if you’re still not all blushy mushy then you’ll be able to kiss me..on the lips this time, how does that sound?” you stared at him in shock, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to form a coherent response. did he just ask you out?..yes, but not in a traditional sense. it was more of a promise, wrapped in his easy charm and confidence. But underneath it, there was sincerity—a longing that mirrored your own. “jungwon, are you fucking serious?” you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. jungwon gave a small nod, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “mhm, but i guess you’re too much of a chicken to do this so..” he smiled mischievously at you, leaning his head down to plant the most passionate kiss that you’ve ever been given. your heart pounded in your chest at the sudden contact of his lips, your eyes were blown wide open and you couldn’t even process and respond back to the kiss before he pulled away, his cheeks were more rosy coloured than before and his reddish lips looked plumper, a small string of saliva connecting both of your lips but he swatted it away with his hand. but there was something in the way he looked at you, something that told you this was the right step to take. and maybe, just maybe, you can finally come out of your coward state and actually go out with him, see what’s it all about being his girlfriend. “Well,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as a small smile tugged at your lips, “I suppose we’ll have to see how the show goes then.” jungwon grinned, clearly pleased with your response. “I’m looking forward to the after show, being with you and of course…kissing you more.” with that, he straightened up, giving you one last lingering glance before heading toward the stage, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and a mix of anticipation and excitement swirling in your chest. as he disappeared behind the curtain, you couldn’t help but touch your lips, already imagining how the night might end. and maybe, just maybe, his suit wasn’t the only thing that needed that final kiss to feel complete.

@zvouyage. 24/plagiarism won't be tolerated on my page.

[trblsvt]

the long way | yoon jeonghan

summary | it was just like any other shoot. go in, pose, drink water, don't get food on the clothes, and don't joke around with the staff. easy. except it wasn't that easy. genre | just fluff, model!jeonghan warnings | swearing (?), like one innuendo word count | 2.2k words pairing | yoon jeonghan x gn!reader min | lowercase intended @i-luvsang likes to torture me with this concept so here it is. you're welcome. i may have diverged a little from your original concept... i actually don't think there's any language in here. i tried to make this gender-neutral, but if anyone finds a fem!reader pronoun please let me know!

jeonghan liked his job. really, he did. what was there to complain about it? it was an easy, not to mention, fun life. he liked traveling. he liked the different foods he got to try. he liked the nice clothes he got to wear during photoshoots. he would be lying if he said he never stole some of the clothes that he got to wear. he especially enjoyed chatting with the staff.

they were usually amiable with him and entertained his antics. sometimes he even got a genuine laugh out of a few photographers too.

but sometimes, just chatting was boring. especially when the conversations were cut short by photographers calling him back to get a few more shots or make-up artists coming up to him to touch up his make-up. so jokes in between shots and lipstick touch-ups were a must.

today was no different. he had to advertise for the brand that he was an ambassador for, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. the clothes were comfortable, the air temperature was just right, and his audience was readily accepting of his jokes.

half of the time he couldn't remember the point of his jokes. he just said whatever came to mind. sometimes he was monologuing his thoughts and people would laugh. it did boost his ego, though. his inner voice was funny enough to garner laughs without even trying

as jeonghan was setting up for another shot, the photographer asked him to fix his stance. "i need you to spread your legs a bit more, jeonghan," the photographer asked. jeonghan had worked with him a few times, so he felt comfortable cracking a slightly inappropriate joke. "wow, mingyu, i thought you'd ask me out on a date first. already trying to get between my legs," jeonghan chuckled, fixing his stance. mingyu only rolled his eyes and went back to adjusting his camera settings.

that joke got a few laughs.

but it was jeonghan. he needed at least seventy-five percent of the staff to laugh at least one of his jokes. what else was he supposed to do when he was there? stand there and look good, yes, but no.

besides, he needed to test his standup on a live unsuspecting audience.

so that's how the rest of the shoot went. jeonghan finding ways to make puns here and throw a few sexual innuendos there. he appeared to be a hit, and that's all he wanted.

that is until he made some half-assed joke that he didn't even think about when he heard something. something so.... attractive. a laugh. from someone who had not laughed at his jokes until the lamest one he had cracked all day. he glanced over his shoulder in the direction that he heard it and his eyes landed on you. you were covering your face with a hand while the other clutched a tray of drinks and a binder tucked under your arm.

he made eye contact and quirked an eyebrow at you. you instantly averted your gaze to the ground and fumbled around for your phone.

cute, he thought.

he needed to hear it again.

for the remaining hour on set he tried and tried to get to you laugh again, but much to his dismay you were on the phone for most of the time.

soon enough he was out of the clothes and into his regular day clothes. the stylist quickly removed the extravagant make-up, and he swiftly grabbed his bag so he could find you.

as he ran out of the dressing room and onto the set. he scanned the room in search of you, and caught a glimpse of your silhouette walking out the door toward the city and not toward the back where the cars were. "jeonghan, are you coming?" his manager called to him. "the car is waiting." jeonghan shook his head and watched as the door closed behind you. "i'm actually going to walk home today. this was the last activity scheduled today, right?" jeonghan stated. even if it wasn't the last thing he had to do today, he had more important things in mind.

"uh, yes, that's all. but are sure you want to walk alone?" his manager questioned.

"i think bringing people with me garners more attention than me just walking by myself," he shrugged. so with that he swung his coat over his shoulders, hat on head, and left the same way you went.

he saw the back of your head make its way through the surprisingly empty street. he checked his watch and realized that it was right before rush hour. he jogged to catch up with you.

he was so close to you now. he could probably reach out and grab your hand if he wanted to, but that would be weird. he didn't even know your name.

how could he even approach you? "hi i'm jeonghan. i thought your laugh was pretty-" wait was that too personal? too forward?

he was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the way you tensed up when he got too close. suddenly you whipped around, "are you following me?"

he paused with a wide-eyed look plastered on his face. this was not the way it was supposed to go. "well, yes. but, not- not in the weird way," he tried to clarify. he looked slightly frantic, he looked worried. you examined his distinctive features. "oh, mr. yoon. i didn't recognize you with your hat on," you laughed.

there it was.

"please, just jeonghan is fine," he assured.

"okay, just jeonghan."

ha, you were pretty witty too. he held out his hand for you to shake. "___," you introduced yourself.

amazing.

"are you on your way to anything important?" he asked after looking at you for a bit longer. you glanced down at your phone and around the street. "i was actually going back to the office to drop this off," you said motioning to the large file bag you held.

"i can accompany you, if you want," jeonghan offered. "if you're not too weirded out by me at this point."

"oh, no. i'm not weirded out. i'm just surprised. i mean, you are a model. models i usually work with don't talk with staff much," you mentioned before starting off walking again. he followed quickly behind you. "so would you say i'm different from other models you've met," he asked playfully.

"yes i suppose. for one, models don't usually joke around on set as much as you do," you noted, glancing down at your phone hoping he wouldn't notice how he was making your heart speed up. "they're a bit too serious sometimes. you were nice though."

jeonghan felt a bit proud of that.

he filled the rest of the walk with pleasant conversation. lightly brushing against your arm. he got you to laugh about ten more times through the walk.

yes, he was counting.

you took him through the park and chatted

"well, this is me," you said standing in front of the large building. he looked up, and he instantly recognized the logo plastered on the door. "wait, you work for-" he started.

"yes, i work for the brand that you are an ambassador for," you giggled. "why else would i be at the shoot? did i not mention all the other models i've had to worked with?"

jeonghan was utterly baffled. "yes. i mean you did. i just, i don't know i wasn't really focused on that part. maybe you just wanted to see a handsome man like myself," he tried to recover.

"well, seeing handsome men like yourself is in my job description. i have to make sure our ambassadors are representing us well," you nudged his arm, and he felt like he could burst with joy.

"well i didn't expect someone as attractive as yourself would work for a place like corporate," he attempted at gaining his confidence back. it appeared to work.

you scoffed lightheartedly and looked away from him. "you flatter me too much, jeonghan," you laughed and looked back at him. suddenly you heard your name being called. "___! there you are, i've been looking for you for the past hour," your co-worker (well more like friend since you had known her since forever) called. you glanced between her and jeonghan. "hey, i'm sorry. i got a little - distracted," you explained apologetically to your obviously frazzled friend.

"really, its my fault. i must've made the walk a bit slower. the park was just so nice today," jeonghan commented, glancing at you hoping that you would look back at him again.

"the park? that's the long way around, you could've taken-" your friend started before you clasped your hands on her shoulders. "well, i seriously do have to bring this back to my manager. thank you for walking with me, it was very kind of you," you said smiling at him.

"of course," he smiled. he held your eyes for a moment before you chuckled quietly and turned away with your friend. "goodbye," he called after you.

"bye," you replied back, only turning your head slightly towards him. you exchanged hushed whispers as the two of you made your way up to the entrance. "isn't that yoon jeonghan?" your friend quizzed. "he's the one who was at the shoot you went to, right? why'd you take him through the park? you know that's the long way. it adds like fifteen minutes to your walk."

"yeah, yeah, i know, he was just so easy to talk to. i needed an excuse to talk to him longer. plus, his laugh was super cute," you remarked.

it had been maybe an hour or two since you had said your goodbye to jeonghan downstairs. you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. how sweet and kind he was. he wasn't too full of himself like some of the other models were, but confident enough to make your heart beat a bit faster than usual. to top it all off, he was genuinely funny too.

you weren't exactly sure how you were supposed to just - forget about him. you worked with many models for the past few years, and sure most of them were nice. just not as nice as jeonghan.

you checked the clock and realized that there were only about thirty minutes left until you could clock out. maybe if you showered when you got home you could get jeonghan's cologne out of your senses.

as you sent your last email of the day and logged out of your computer, you began to gather your things from your desk. unfortunately, you were a bit too preoccupied to notice how the room outside of your office stilled. you were grabbing a few things that fell onto the floor.

then you heard someone clear their throat from your door. "uh, ___, someone is here to see you," one of your other co-workers said.

"uh, i just clocked out, but i can definitely add them on my calendar first thing tomorr-" you trailed off as you lifted your head and saw jeonghan standing outside your office behind the very nervous-looking receptionist.

"i'm afraid that won't work for me," jeonghan sighed absentmindedly looking around your office, hands clasped behind his back.

"mina, you can go," you told the receptionist. mina nodded and ran off. jeonghan stepped into your office and gently closed the door. "this is a surprise, mr. yoon," you said standing up.

"hopefully a welcome one," he joked. "and please, i was gone for a couple hours and you forgot i'm just jeonghan?" you stifled a laugh. "please do not feel like you need to contain you laughter from me, ___," he assured. you nodded a silent, but happy, agreement. "well, jeonghan. what is the occasion for this visit? were you unhappy with something today during the shoot?" you asked, approaching him. "and if tomorrow morning does not work to discuss this matter, i can figure something else out or i-"

"no. it's actually the opposite. i had a great time today. i think my only complaint is that you have not been there for the past few times i've modeled for this brand," he said getting closer to you. you could smell his cologne again and you knew you were in for it. "also, tomorrow morning won't work because i wanted to see if you were free tonight to get dinner with me, that is, unless you prefer breakfast," he smiled.

you were dumbfounded.

jeonghan was here. after hours. asking you out on a date. he was funny, kind, and not to mention quite attractive. you had been thinking about him for the whole day daydreaming about him, and he was here looking very handsome and very sincere. and who were you to decline such a tempting offer?

"how would you know that i would say yes?" you asked as the two of you walked out of the building.

"well for one, you didn't take the subway like a normal person would. secondly, you added a whole extra fourteen minutes to your walk because you skipped the subway and went through the park," he shrugged.

"were you counting?" you giggled and nudged his shoulder playfully.

"and what if i was? and what if i was counting every time you laughed at something i said today? what if i said that was the fifteenth time i've made you laugh today?"

"i might have to kiss you then."

"please do."

min | wow. that was sort of disgustingly cute. am i good a fluff, maybe? im softening with age i think. leave feedback and reblog if you want! it's appreciated. not proofread

[zerobaselove]

like a phantom | shen ricky

pairing: ricky x reader

genre: suggestive MINORS DNI

word count: 1111

warnings: no actual smut it just gets suggestive ! lowercase intended, not proofread.

notes: for my fave ricky stan ! also can yall tell i am also a wayv ult LMAO anyways this was a huge war in my mind between ricky and hao but here we are,,, maybe i will write smth similar for hao too idk

being the partner of a world famous idol definitely had it's struggles, but that's not to say it didn't have it's perks too. like how you found yourself sitting backstage to one of the most anticipated concerts of the year, the first stop of the zerobaseone tour.

though the behind the scenes of a big event like this was hectic, you and ricky still managed to find a few moments to spend in each others presence, even if it was just helping him with the finishing details of his outfit. with nine members, the few stylists on hand were thankful for your helping hand, it was one less person they had to worry too much about. not to mention, you enjoyed the few minutes together before he had to go on stage, and ricky swore it made him perform better. did he ever perform badly though? you smiled to yourself, thinking of how proud you were to call him yours.

"y/n" his voice was barely audible over the shuffling clothes around you, "can you tighten this up for me?" he pointed to the garment around his waist, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. a black satin corset hung loosely on his waist, the strings hanging off the back, waiting for you to tug them tight.

curse your mind and the places it could go, you thought to yourself as your jaw hung slack in front of your boyfriend. you couldn't even begin to process the rest of his outfit or the makeup that complimented his features so perfectly before he was turned around in front of you, awaiting your helping hands.

"you okay?" ricky's voice pulled you from your thoughts, shaking your head slightly before giving a curt reply, bringing your hands to tightly grip the ribbons attached to the corset.

you twisted the ribbon around each of your hands, tugging them in opposite directions. which, to your dismay, pushed a whiny gasp out of the boy's mouth from the sudden movement. you were going to pass out.

"sorry rik," you hummed, gently tightening the strings until the boning perfectly contoured to his waist before tying it all into a pretty bow at the small of his back.

you didn't realize the way you had been staring until ricky cleared his throat, looking up to find him now turned to face you with a smirk on his face. "i would say wish me luck, but it looks like you might need it more than me right now." he chuckled lowly, causing you to swallow the breathe you had been holding, hoping to push down the wandering thoughts with it.

your conversation was cut short by the call to get to the stage, so with a small kiss on your temple, ricky was off to the stage.

as you watched from the sidelines, you realized you didn't actually know what they were about to perform. you racked your brain to think of any zb1 songs that would require an outfit like that, but before you could settle on a song, a familiar tune started playing. phantom by wayv.

suddenly the outfits made sense as you thought back to what you could remember from the music video that you had seen once or twice.

to say the song choice was perfect for ricky would be a severe understatement in your humble opinion. the concept felt right up his alley, and was one you had rarely gotten to see on him. the closest had been over me, and even that seemed to pale in comparison to the performance before your eyes.

the rest of the concert continued on, stealing a few minutes for yourselves between outfit changes and vcr clips. but your mind kept coming back to your boyfriend in that black corset, like a moth drawn to a flame.

you found yourself counting down the minutes until you would have the boy to yourself for more than a few moments, and it was driving you crazy. but soon enough the boys were home at their dorm, and you had joined them for the night to celebrate.

you spent an hour or so with everyone, laughing and joking with all of them together before ricky leaned down until his lips nearly grazed your ear, "come back to bed with me?" he whispered, his hot breath on your skin causing a shiver to run down your spine before quickly nodding.

"i think we are gonna head to bed," ricky smiled innocently, grabbing your hand, "it's getting late." you let out a yawn to only further convince them of his excuse, saying your goodnight's and heading back to ricky's room.

alone at last.

you plopped your body onto your boyfriend's bed, not realizing how much you missed it. despite only being gone for the day. you closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the scent of his cologne that encapsulated the room until you felt the mattress dip beside you.

"so you're just gonna pretend that we both don't know you've been waiting to get your hands on me since phantom?" he chuckled, his hand resting on your thigh as he looked at you expectantly.

"listen," you mumbled, sitting up to look at the boy, taking a moment to notice the slightly faded lipstick adorning his lips and the way the small lamp on his desk perfectly illuminated his skin with a certain warmth that the stage lights could never replicate. "how am i supposed to stay sane when you looked like that," your voice trailed off, a mere whisper now, "or like this." your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, trying to commit every detail to memory.

he only smiled as he inched closed to you, leaning back in towards your ear just as he had done a few minutes ago, "well you have me now, what's stopping you?"

any words you had thought of speaking aloud had gotten trapped in your throat, being quickly replaced by your rather obnoxiously loud heartbeat.

"or do you need me to help you now?" he smirked, letting his lips graze your ear, finding the sweet spot on your neck and placing delicate kisses on the sensitive skin as he awaited your response. you could only manage an eager hum, not quite trusting your voice in this position.

his lips ventured from your neck to your collarbone, eventually finding their way back to your own lips before pulling away slightly, his hand lightly pushing on your shoulder until you hit the pillows behind you.

"don't worry baby," he positioned himself above you, caging you between his arms, "i'd be happy to help."

[badasmuse]

“Partition”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), oral sex, lowercase intended, bottom!bada, language, mommy kink?

Summary: the tension between you and Bada becomes too much for you to handle.

Based off “Partition” by Beyoncé

y/n has been my stylist for about three years now. whenever i have an event, a performance, or a dinner, i call her hoping she’s available to do my hair, makeup, and help me pick an outfit. today is just the same. i have a performance and i need her there with me.

“what do you want ms. bada?” she says sweetly when she answers the facetime call.

i groan, “i hate when you call me that.”

“i know that’s why i do it. what’s up baby?” i watch her move around a bit in her bed. i hate that i’m interrupting her day off.

no i don’t.

“i have a performance at seven i need my girl with me.” i say giving her my bada lee 1000 watt smile.

“just because you smile all sweet doesn’t mean i’ll give in. but because rent is due in three days i’ll come. i’ll be there around five. go wash your hair you still have glitter in it and i hate glitter.” she says before she hangs up. how rude.

two hours go by and the doorbell rings. i run to the door excitedly.

“y/n!!” i exclaim pulling her in.

“hey easy, i’m clumsy.”

“sounds like a you problem. okay so they’re sending a car to come get us in thirty minutes. i couldn’t get all the glitter out but i tried.” i say holding onto her as she takes her shoes off.

“that’s what you get for cheating on your hairstylist. i should shave your head bald.” she mumbles going to the kitchen and opening the fridge. “ugh how do you live with no food?”

“there’s oreos in the cupboard.”

“i love you.”

i smile and collect my things waiting for the car to pull up. “where’s your bag?” i ask.

“in my trunk. i didn’t feel like getting it out. i figured my bestie boo bada would get it out for me.” she smiles at me and my heart skips a beat.

“of course.” i look at the window and see the car pull up. “the car is here. you ready?”

she grabs a couple oreos and puts them in a napkin in her pocket and nods.

we load everything in the car and climb in the backseat. “i’m charging you extra for making me come out. i was comfortable in bed.”

“i’ll pay you whatever you want.” i say not even looking at her, scrolling on my phone.

“excuse me miss?” the driver says and i look up.

“yes?”

“we hit traffic, it’s going to be at least thirty minutes i’m so sorry.” he says.

“oh it’s not your fault. i’ll just let them know. what time will we make it by?”

“six thirty is what it says.”

“shit that gives me thirty minutes.”

“i’ll do your makeup in here. saves us time.” y/n says. she reaches behind our seats, being in a van it’s real easy to access the trunk, and grabs her makeup bag.

she grabs out the primer and everything else she needs. “okay.. yeah imma have to sit on your lap this ain’t gon work.” she climbs on my legs and hangs her ring light from the ceiling before she grabs me gently. i let it happen, it’s not the first time she’s been in my lap doing my makeup.

“you need to start doing your skincare routine morning and night bada. not just at night.” she mumbled rubbing primer onto my face.

i sit still as she does her job, staring at her as she concentrates and closing my eyes when needed. the light strokes of her fingers on my face sends chills down my spine as it does every single time.

then i feel her move to my lips, i part them slightly and she applies what i assume is liquid lipstick to them. she uses her thumb to clean it up and i hear her breathe in sharply. causing me to look up.

“you have pretty lips..” she mumbles.

there’s always been slight sexual tension between us since the third month of her being my stylist. there’s always tiny touches, or she’ll let her hand linger sometimes after doing my makeup or hair. i’ve seen video edits of me and her together hugged up and you can see how uncomfortably tense we are despite being extremely comfortable with each other.

i look in her eyes and hers flicker from mine to my lips. “fuck..” she whispers before pressing her lips to mine.

i grab her shirt moaning quietly into the kiss, parting my lips so she can move her tongue inside my mouth. her hands go to my hair and she pulls it slightly making me groan. “y/n we… what are we doing?”

“let me take care of you.” she whispers in my ear, “excuse me driver? can you roll up the partition please.”

his eyes flicker in the rear view mirror before he rolls up the partition and turns the music up slightly.

y/n kneels down in front of me and pulls my jogging pants off. i made it easy for her by not wearing anything under them. that was sarcasm by the way.

i suck in a breath as she runs her fingers up and down my folds spreading my juices all over me.

“y/n..” i whine quietly and she looks at me.

“do you trust me bada?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

i nod my head before she even finishes her sentence, “more than anything.”

she doesn’t respond, mouth going right to my clit making me moan. she flicks her tongue skillfully and i arch my back off the seats.

she pulls me closer by my thighs, licking from my hole to my clit before she shoves a finger in me. i let out another moan bracing myself against the seat. it’s been so long since i’ve had anyone touch me this way i feel like cumming now.

“y/n..” i say rolling my eyes back as she adds another finger, “fuck i’m so close mommy.” i start to pull away from her, the feeling of her tongue is too good i can’t take it much longer.

“don’t pull away from me.” she rasps slapping my clit which had me jerking in the seat. fuck she’s so rough.

“i’m sorry i’m sorry.” i repeat the two words a couple more times incoherently. “please.. please right there.” i whine as she curls her fingers against my spot. i’m seeing stars.

“cum for me bada.” she whispers flicking her tongue once again and boy i lost it.

i let out a loud whine as i came on her fingers, body shaking, back arching, hands gripping the seat of the car. i fall back and work to catch my breath.

y/n grabs a baby wipe from the trunk and gently cleans me up before helping me pull my pants back up.

i whine quietly and she pulls me to her seat and climbs on my lap before leaning my head on her chest, stroking my hair.

“you did so good for me baby.” she whispers, kissing my forehead. i hide my face in her chest still whining. i’m extremely sensitive and exhausted.

“i’m sleepy..” i mumble.

she looks out the window, “take a quick nap, we’re still stuck in traffic.” she whispers. i lay my head on her shoulder and just as i was about to shift into dream land..

“did you call me mommy?”

uh oh.

[starlightsreigns]

same ol' mistakes | j. uso

summary: ginger loves her man. her friends... want her to get over her man, but sometimes mistakes need to be made a couple of times.

warnings: none.

word counts: 1.6

author's note: welcome to part three of the anti one shots! find part one and two here! not really sure how I feel about this one, but here we are. might rewrite in the future. i have a couple ones left! pls ignore the lowercase and errors.. ofc x

"feel like a brand new person (but you make the same ol mistakes)”

“ginger is now a ginger!” nia whistles. 

my hair flows down my back as she touches a piece. i can’t contain a laugh as cathy whistles alongside nia, gawking at the new look i picked up over the weekend. the higher ups agreed it was time for a new look to match my new persona. so, when it was time to sit in my stylists chair, my jet black hair was replaced with something a little more edgy. 

“you guys like it, honest, i wasn’t sure how it’d look with my skin tone.” i shrug, taking a seat beside bianca. 

bianca rolls her eyes, “you kidding? c’mon black women can rock any hair color they want.” 

it was the truth, i guess, so we sit in our group and watch the start of smackdown. in a rare occasion, the bloodline weren’t the ones to start the show. from the corner of my eye, i can see jimmy staring at me. he looks shocked at the hair change, and it takes everything in me not to react at him - not when bianca and nia were right beside me. 

“look who watchin” nia murmurs. 

caught. I feign confusion in her direction, but she can see through me. she’s always been good at calling my bullshit; that’s why she’s my accountability partner in figuring my relationship out with jimmy. 

nia leans in, “don’t do it, ginny.” 

of course, all i can do is nod. yet, it’s hard to ignore him. for two years, we were attached at the hip - correction: for two years we’ve been on-again-off-again boyfriend and girlfriend. my friends were tired of hearing the shitty things and consoling me every time we were off again. i don’t know what it is, but we just can’t seem to figure it out and we can’t seem to let each other go. love is a mysterious and trifling thing. 

“well, i don’t care, im in love” 

the match left my shoulders burning in pain. bianca walks ahead of me out of the guerilla. i’m nearly in stride with her until a hand touches my shoulder. jimmy smiles sweetly - that dumbass, goofy smile that i love so much. 

“you looked good out there with yo’ hair, gin.” he compliments with his sweet voice. 

“thanks jim, i appreciate that.” my voice soft, unsure what to say. 

jimmy opens his mouth to say something else, but bianca clears her throat. she sends me a death glare but gives jimmy a sweet grin. she comes back to take my hand, shooting a comment at jimmy before she pulls me away from him. 

“ginger, don’t piss me off, it’s been two weeks.” 

i sigh heavily, “he was just complimenting the match, B.” 

bianca whips her head towards me, “I don’t care if he was sayin’ a prayer, be serious.” 

how do i explain to my friends that this isn’t what i want anymore - the hovering, the pestering and questioning and disappointment. the disappointed looks when i even mention his name is killing me slowly. this wasn’t what i wanted anymore and when i glance back at jimmy, i knew it. 

“i can just hear them now, how could you let us down?”

happy hour came and went, but i couldn’t move from my seat at the bar for several hours. the uber ride home felt miserable and the text messages from the girls didn’t help the vomit that was threatening to spew from my lips. i barely made it through the door before i could rush to the bathroom. 

“fuck!” the scream came out of my mouth. 

this shouldn’t be my life. why am i scared to talk to the one person i want more than anything else in the world. fuck it. the ringing lasted a second before his voice came through the speaker. 

“ginny?” he was asleep. “you good?” 

my nerves set in for a moment - this was dumb but i couldn’t back out of this now. 

“i don’t want to do this anymore. i don’t want to not talk to you because the girls are telling me not to. i don’t want us to not try and figure it out when i know in my heart that we’re meant to be together and we just need to stop fucking around and make it work.” my words spill out before i can stop them. “i don’t care if it’s the same fucking mistakes, i want to make them until we figure it out.” 

he’s silent for a moment, but i can hear his breath on the other end before he clears his throat. “i love you, ginger, ain’t nobody gone change that or ever make me stop.” 

“not thinking in black and white.. thinking it’s worth the fight”

there’s a nervousness that’s settled in my chest. I wonder if they’ll know the second that they see me every time - will they know that me and jimmy are on again? that nervousness has overtaken every moment when im with them now. It’s been a month and I can’t sit and pretend like this isn’t happening. my mind is just a mess. 

“ginny, you okay, you have this weird smile on your face.” nia pokes my cheek. 

it’s become difficult to focus on anything else, while i was happy to be back with jimmy it’s been stressful to keep such a big secret from the women i trust more than anyone else in the world. 

“nah, im good, just lost in my own world.” i mumble back a quick reply. 

thankfully, the women turn back to their conversation. in the brief moment, i glance over at jimmy whose sitting with his cousin and of course he’s already watching me. he sends me a goofy smile that i can’t help but to smile back at before quickly glancing away. i just want to be near him. 

and as the night ticked on, my restlessness only increased. 

bianca kept an eye on me like i was a child who’d run the second they got their chance. it was suffocating. we sat in one of the makeshift viewing areas backstage, escaping the clutter of the women’s locker room, for a moment. jimmy sat not too far, sneaking glances at me. 

subtlety wasn’t his thing, because bianca threw random comments at me about needing to stay strong. 

“nia, please remind ginny.” bianca sighs when the older woman sits beside me. “she’s sharing looks with him.” her voice drops to a whisper as she leans across to me. 

my hands draw circles on my thigh as nia starts her pointless, and slightly demeaning lecture. 

“you’re better than this ginger…” she starts like a scolding mother. 

the tears sting the brim of my eyelids. i sneak a glance at jimmy who has a scowl on his face. he can see it written on my face. 

“we only want what’s best for you,” bianca chimes in. 

i couldn’t get a word edgewise as they continue. it's like a game of tennis and I'm the net in the middle, being jabbed by either player.

“your happiness is all that matters to us,” nia rests an arm on my shoulder. 

they continue, not sensing how over this whole situation i am, and finally i can’t help but let the tears fall. i’m not quick to wipe the tears, just stuck in my position trying not to go into a full blown anxiety attack in that moment. my eyes finds jimmy as he’s getting up and walking towards us. 

bianca looks up at him, “jimmy, this isn’t-”

“nah, Bianca,” he stops her immediately. “you know i got love for you and nia, but ease up on Ginger. She grown and don’t need y’all talkin’ to her like she a kid. I don’t appreciate you makin’ her cry over something like this.” 

the women stop, they look at me and finally see the result of their words. i can see the regret on their face. bianca wipes some of the tears off my cheek, whispering how sorry she was.

“y’all her friends, I get that, but she should be able to tell y’all anything. But y’all got her feelin’ like she gotta keep secret because you do shit like this. We got back together and we workin’ on us but she can’t do it because she worried about y’all.” 

jimmy grabs my hand, helping me up from between the women. all i can do is stare at him too afraid to look at them or the disapproval on their faces. we walk away as i try to wipe the tears that are streaming down my face. we’re halfway down the hallway before we stop, hearing nia’s voice. 

“ginny,” her and bianca wait until i turn to continue. “i’m sorry, love, we just wanted to protect you but we never want you to feel like you can’t talk to us.”

bianca nods, “we’re sorry gin, you know we’ll support you.” she looks at jimmy. “the both of you. we overstepped and we won’t do that again.” 

i stare at them for a moment before breaking out a grin and pulling them into a hug, “I love you guys,” i laugh before moving away. “I know you want to protect me, but i gotta figure my own shit out and i swear, i love this man and you don't have to hear the bullshit anymore.”

“girl, if you don’t tell us how are we supposed to beat his ass?” nia jokes, smacking jimmy’s arm. “you can talk to us.” 

jimmy takes me hand into his and twirls me into his arm. “so, we can kiss in public again, gin?” 

the girls groan playfully as I roll my eyes with a nod.

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guys I can’t believe s4 only had one episode? at least it was pretty good, solid 7/10 i’m so glad it ended before it got ruined!

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Writing Notes: Literary & Character Tropes

The word trope comes from the Greek word tropos, meaning a turn or change of direction.

Tropes

Figures involving substitutions of predictable words with terms that deliver nuanced meanings serving an argument.

Now used in cultural studies in a much broader sense as a recurring cultural signifier.

Traditionally the four ‘master tropes’ are regarded as being: metaphor, metonymy, synecdoche, and irony.

Modern Definition: Themes, motifs, plot devices, plot points, and storylines that have become familiar genre conventions.

PURPOSE: All writers manipulate language to create certain effects. At the level of individual phrases and sentences, the skillful use of tropes is key to creating writing that’s fresh, memorable, and persuasive. Poets might spend hours trying to find just the right metaphor (i.e., a figure of speech in which a word or phrase literally denoting one kind of object or idea is used in place of another to suggest a likeness or analogy between them, as in "drowning in money") to capture a mood or sensation, while marketers might use antanaclasis (i.e., the repetition of a word within a phrase or sentence in which the second occurrence utilizes a different and sometimes contrary meaning from the first; often found in slogans) to create a punchy catchphrase for a new product.

5 Examples of Literary/Character Tropes

1. all lowercase letters - a stylistic choice in which all text is in lowercase letters. it can be thought of as the opposite of writing in all caps when emphasizing a point, in which case it can be used to give a melancholic feel to whatever you're writing. it is not generally thought of as orthographically correct, giving it (if only in the eyes of advertisers) a casual, hip feel, as if to say you can't be bothered to use the shift key. also used in a visual narrative sense to indicate childishness or, in some cases, idiocy. on a darker note, however, this trope also has a tendency to show up in many an apocalyptic log where it usually is used to denote the point where the unfortunate author has gone insane or otherwise given up all hope.

2. Anti-hero - A character who lacks a handful of the traditional attributes of a hero but is ultimately heroic. They may be bewildered, ineffectual, deluded, or merely apathetic. More often an anti-hero is just an amoral misfit. While heroes are typically conventional, anti-heroes, depending on the circumstances, may be preconventional (in a "good" society), postconventional (if the government is "evil") or even unconventional. Tony Soprano, Walter White, Don Draper, and the grittier versions of Batman are all prime examples of modern antiheroes.

3. Byronic Hero - A character notable for being sullen, withdrawn, hard to like and hard to know, but usually possessing a rich inner life and a softer side accessible only to a special few.

4. Chekhov's Gun - Anton Chekhov, master of the short story, gave this advice: If it's not essential, don't include it in the story. The term has come to mean an insignificant object that later turns out to be important.

5. Unreliable Narrator - In most narratives, there's an element of trust that the person telling you the story is telling the truth, at least as far as they know it. This trope occurs when that convention is discarded. The narrator's facts contradict each other. If you ask them to go back a bit and retell it, the events come out a little differently. Example: Franz Kafka. Due to his famous style, he's able to directly contradict himself within the same sentence, AND make it so subtle that a casual or superficial reader will scarcely notice. The Metamorphosis and The Judgment stand out in this respect.

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More: Literary & Character Tropes

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perfect slumbers - Translation

(original japanese)

in the black darkness softly bloomed my first heart* i'm sure you don’t know

unable to grab the hand you held out for me, i’m just a little more, just a little more wanting more from you

that is one ray of light

i still don’t want to know right now where my heart is headed

in the black darkness softly bloomed my first heart i can’t say it again today

pretending to have given up, going and getting my hopes up if it’s to you… if it’s with you… that’s exactly why i’m frightened

that is a warm light

i’m sure right now is still before the dawn napping next to you, i’m waiting for tomorrow

unable to grab the hand you held out for me, i’m just a little more, just a little more wanting from just you again

that is one ray of light

my first heart i want you to realize it so badly

* I chose to literally translate "心" as "heart" because "心" carries connotations both of feelings, but also the self and one's mind and soul. It's like someone's thoughts and will, their experience accumulated over time. I feel like both of these ideas are important to Hanekawa's character (you could say it's about love, but to what extent is it also about personhood, and being your own individual?) so I didn't want to erase that. I think, or I hope you can see both ideas in this translation.

* The lowercase is a stylistic choice not related to the translation itself. I just felt like matching the bleak tone of the song.

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restaurateur's son yuuta! (x fem!reader!)

word count? 1.8k

warnings? power imbalance? finger sucking, bondage, switch yuuta/switch reader, lowercase intended, mating press, choking, name calling, head cannon format!

author’s notes? a post birthday fic 🤍 don’t perceive me i wrote this cause i can (legally) drink now… (enjoy! this came out longer than intended <3 part two he could show you around the restaurant? idk.)

restaurateur's son yuuta! who grows up middle class with two older brothers. his mother works as a sushi chef at a three-star restaurant until he’s 5 when she branches off to begin her own business.

restaurateur's son yuuta!'s mother's reputation precedes her- critics, celebrities, and tourists flood the new restaurant and immediately puts it on the map. the years of experience she had to offer an enthusiastic young staff had her business outpacing her old job. a few Michelin stars later, the restaurant was five stars and always fully booked.

restaurateur's son yuuta!'s life was turned upside down within six months of the restaurant opening. he no longer had to share a bedroom with yuuji or a bathroom with choso. he could look outside his bedroom window to watch beach waves crash on the sand. their new home had space for the three boys to grow up with little worries and frequent sleepovers.

restaurateur's son yuuta! rarely eats at his mother’s restaurant. it’s a strange quirk that his brothers didn’t share, but today was different. for his father’s birthday, his mom specifically requested they eat there. of course, he couldn’t say no. his mother’s stylist had mailed his suit to him months ago for the occasion. 

restaurateur's son yuuta! makes it there 10 minutes late- the traffic in the city was something he would never be used to. when choso turned 18 and received his inheritance, his move out of the bustling city and into quieter waters couldn’t have happened faster. yuuta considered following suit but couldn’t bring himself to be apart from his family.

restaurateur's son yuuta! pushes the restaurant door open, the smell of his mother's cooking filling the room with his childhood memories. quiet diners in elegant suits and dresses chatted idly while waiters bustled around them with sake and plates of raw fish.

yuuta immediately began looking around for his family, until a woman approached him with a soft smile and a formal tone.

“welcome to night’s ambrosia, do you have a reservation with us tonight?”

he’s met with the most gorgeous pair of eyes staring back at him. the work attire at the restaurant allowed you to semi formally- you had on a black dress with mini crystals on the hem that made yuuta’s eyes shine. despite the suit being tailored to him, the clothes tightened on his skin and the air became suffocating. the look of concern that passed your face had him stuttering out a response.

“i-it’s dad’s birthday…”

“oh! you’re chef’s son!” surprise, then delight passed your face. gathering his food and wine menu in your arms, you stepped out of the hostess booth and began walking him to this family’s table. you peeked back to study the nervous young man in the suit before asking, “what’s your name?”

“yuuta,” he cleared his throat and followed behind you. the clicks of your black heels on the floor distracted him from the woman’s voice calling him from the kitchen. 

“yuuta,” you repeated, testing the way it felt on your tongue. With your back turned to him you couldn’t see the goofy smile that spread at the sound of your voice and his name. it felt like no-one had said it to him before, at least not in the way you did. 

“find me if you need anything, okay?” you asked, peeking behind you one more time. he hoped you couldn’t notice the light blush dusted across his cheeks.

“ah- yuuta!” yuuji’s voice sounded throughout the restaurant, filled with excitement at the sight of his brother. yuuta gave his father a hug and wished him a happy birthday before taking his place next to yuuji, leaving an empty chair at the head of the table.

“i’ll send someone over shortly to take your orders,” you assured, giving everyone a polite smile. the anxiety you gave yuuta had his teeth digging into his bottom lip, wanting to say something but not being sure what. that you were beautiful? he’d probably never have a chance with an angel like you if it wasn't for his mother?

restaurateur's son yuuta! spends the appetizer listening to yuuji rant about the current goings on at jujutsu high. choso leans in to inquire about some of his favorite teachers and yuuta takes the opportunity to ogle you standing at the hostess podium. the shrimp tempura in front of him grows cold as he watches you take phone calls and scroll through the list of reservations. 

restaurateur's son yuuta! thinks you possibly couldn’t make the first move- it’ll come off as unprofessional if he didn’t reciprocate. he’d hate for you to lose your job and over his entree, he excuses himself to the bathroom to instead find you in the front of the restaurant.

restaurateur's son yuuta! feels his throat tighten as you look up from a binder full of names. “enjoying your dinner?” you inquire, arms crossing for you to lean forward on the podium. he wet his lips and nodded, politely offering, 

“are you free sometime soon? i wanted to talk….”

restaurateur's son yuuta! can’t believe his luck. the girl of his dreams agreeing to a date with him was one fantasy come true, but the tight hold you had around his throat? he was blissfully lightheaded as your hand slipped from his neck to his mouth, your pointed acrylics pressing his lips open. “d’you like them, yuuta?” his name was honey on your lips, he wanted to lean up and kiss it off. he instead sucked your digits and hummed in agreement at the sweetness of your skin. 

“y-yes, tastes so good,” he makes out between your fingers, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. you slipped out briefly to wipe your digits on his lips, giving them a sinful gloss that you couldn't resist kissing.

“yeah?” you asked, lips smacking against his. “-you wanna pay for ‘em?”

a few days after the dinner, restaurateur's son yuuta! invited you over for lunch at his home on the beach about an hour away by car. he was nice enough to send a driver with pink roses waiting for you in the back seat of the car, apologizing for not being able to pick you up himself. 

“i gotta plan our lunch, beautiful. It’s gotta be perfect, i want a second date out of you!”

and perfect it was. the midday meal was supposed to only last an hour- two at most, as you had work later that night. he was charming, easy to talk to, and obviously fine as hell. the day flew by and before you knew it, Yuuta was on the phone to tell his mother to call in another hostess for your shift. 

you felt guilty at first, but a bottle of wine later and your date manifested into the perfect distraction from your worries. he offered to show you the collection of Japanese swords he had made a hobby out of, and you wanted to thank him accordingly.

“doing so good, slut,” you encouraged, holding a squat over Yuuta’s cock. “you sure this is your first time?”

how did Yuuta find himself tied to his bedposts? it was a cute idea he joked about after you stripped him of his shirt, the marks it would leave on his wrist and arms if you tied him tight enough. he watched the idea travel from your head to between your legs, where your thighs tightened as you inquired about anything he might have for bondage. 

though inexperienced, you agreed to make do with a silk-like fabric as long as he agreed to use the safe word if needed. the knots you tied were hopefully strong enough to secure him, but you grew unsure the more you teased him. you could see the desperation he had to touch and make you feel good in return, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

hips lifting from his bed, Yuuta breathed, “need s’more of you please- ah!” his pleads were cut off by you sitting completely on his cock, your matching gasps of surprise and pleasure sounding through the room. taking Yuuta’s cock was harder than you expected- the girth alone was nothing to sneeze at, but you felt up for the challenge. his tip kissed your cervix when you rolled your hips languidly to help adjust to his size, to no avail. the size of him would take getting used to.

below you, Yuuta wasn’t in much better shape. inky black hair stuck to his forehead as he took in a hearty gulp of air, Adam's apple bobbing. he swore to himself he wouldn’t cum once you started moving, a fleeting sentiment you stole from him.

“so pretty,” you noted, pushing sweaty hair out of his eyes and exposing his forehead. “can’t believe you’re all for me.” the ties on his bedpost slipped a little at the praise. “should I let you out? so you can fuck me into your mattress?”

“god, yes,” he begged, pulling at his restraints once more. “you don't know what you’re doing to me-” you cut him off by taking the palms of his hands in yours and pressing them to the mattress. hovering over his flustered face, you bounced your ass on his cock and watched his expression contort in pleasure. he watched through dilated pupils your tits bouncing with each movement you made, becoming more sure by the minute he wouldn’t last.

“let me fuck you, please- princess, at least slow down...” 

“no,” You disregarded, his sexed but protesting whines following. riding Yuuta until he cried was the only thought you had when you rolled your hips experimentally, the friction doing wonders to pull your own orgasm forward. your nails dug into the back of Yuuta’s hands at the pleasure, a clouded pain he barely registered. the way Yuuta’s cock filled you up was incomparable to anything you’d had before, a thought you let slip out between the waves of satisfaction he brought you. 

the fact that your boss’ son was giving himself to you so freely left you so blissed out, you hadn’t noticed the ties loosen on the bedposts until a set of firm hands were on your waist. 

“'m sorry baby,” he cooed, turning the pair of you over without slipping out. “B-But you looked so pretty, and I couldn’t take not touching you…” The proximity of his face to yours was your first display of what just transpired, and the second was him taking your wrists in a strong hold above your head, leaving the other to wander your body.

“i’m gonna take care of you, okay? just like you did for me.” comforting words spilled from his mouth as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pulled you into him for a mating press. he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to yours, quieting the moans he fucked out of you.

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blindsided

BLINDSIDED, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT’ WRITING SERIES

SUMMARY: entering back into the city that holds the most memories, y/n plays a song for her best friend, holding all the secretes of her former marriage.

inspired by blindsided by kelsea ballerini

previous chapter | next chapter

lowercase is intentional! wc: 1.3k

warning: MAJOR fighting, talks about fertility/wanting kids, marriage problems, fighting, alcohol, & major angst

a/n: ERAS TOUR ERAS TOUR ERAS TOUR!

IT WAS ALMOST A WEEK LATER,

and the ending show of y/n’s tour, leaving her in the one place she didn’t want to be.

los angeles california.

so she sat in her dressing room, dreadfully getting ready for her show when she heard a knock on her dressing room door, which soon opened revealing one of the only people she was willing to see in LA.

“buck!”y/n exclaimed as a smile spread across her face as the firefighter walked into the room, and wrapped the girl in a hug as she sat in her chair, “i’ve missed you!”

“missed you too shorty.”he joked, causing y/n to roll her eyes before her stylist continued to curl her hair for the show, “you excited to perform tonight?” 

“only because you’re here.”she told him, and he chuckled, “speaking of, did chris join you tonight?” buck shook his head no, knowing the girl had been trying to see him for at least a month but with her tour schedule and eddie refusing to communicate with her, she hadn’t been able to.

“eddie’s excuse this time was that it’s a school night and he didn’t want chris to be late tomorrow.”buck explained, causing the girl to hum, knowing he was right, “chris wasn’t too happy.”

“i mean i wouldn’t be either considering eddie refuses to answer any of my calls to try and talk to chris, and the only time i do see him is over facetime with you.”y/n explained, causing bucks face to go sour, knowing how much the girl hated it, “i’ll drag him back to court if i have to, but i don’t want to put chris through that.”

he nodded, before the two chatted for a few minutes, before y/n’s face lit up and she scrambled for her phone, “i wanna play you something i wrote!’

“did you record it?”buck questioned and the girl nodded, going into her files and loading up a voice memo she had of it, “it’s called lost on me for now, but i might change it.”

the girl hit play before the song started to play, before her voice started to ring through bringing back all of the memories of their relationship,

“were you on the other line, or driving in your car?”

—-

(AUGUST 29TH 2019)

“EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU?”

y/n asked as she leaned up against the kitchen counter of the diaz’s home, and she could hear cars passing by in the background, “its almost time for dinner, chris wanted all of us to eat together.”

“i’m out.”eddie stated plainly, and y/n glanced down the hall, hearing chris playing video games with buck, “you guys eat, i’ll grab leftovers.”

“eddie-”was all y/n could get out before the line went dead, causing her to drop her phone by her side, completely defeated. her head snapped up as she heard chris’s bedroom door close shut, seeing buck walk down the hall, with a wide smile spread across his face.

“did eddie say when he was going to be back?”buck questioned as he walked towards the girl, immediately noticing the defeated look on her face, “don’t tell me,”

“he said for us to eat, and he’ll grab leftovers,”y/n repeated, avoiding bucks eyes, “again.”

“he’s gotta stop doing this.”buck muttered, before going towards chris’s bedroom so the three could eat, knowing chris had his first day of school the next day. a small tear fell down the woman's face, before she went to set the table, leaving one empty plate on the counter for her husband.

this was wrong. all of it was wrong. 

from her husband not coming home and letting their son down, all of the secrets he would be hiding from her, pretending that nothing was wrong, just to prove that he was right.

it was wrong, and she absolutely hated it.

was he just blind from all of their problems? thinking if he pretended that everything was fine, their marriage would be as well? 

the h/c woman was broken out of her thoughts as soon as she heard laughter quickly coming down the hall, and she forced a wide smile onto her face for the boy she considered her child, thinking if she pretended that if everything was fine, he would be too.

“where’s dad?”chris questioned as y/n dished up a plate for the group, and she glanced at the boy with a fake smile. before she could even come up with a reason, buck spoke up with a slight chuckle.

“captain nash was short handed because there’s a bug going around the firehouse, so he needed your dad to go in for work.”buck explained, and y/n felt relief wash over her, knowing she didn’t have to figure out an excuse to give to chris. 

y/n gave buck a ‘thank you’ look, before she walked over to the two, with plates in her hand for all of them, “tonight's dinner is chicken parm with pasta and garlic bread.”

“thank you.”the boys exclaimed, before digging in, and y/n sat at the end of the table, with her plate in front of her, but her appetite completely gone.

was eddie pretending that everything was fine, or was he just blind?

—

(NOVEMBER 12TH 2019)

“I SERIOUSLY DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO Y/N,”

eddie told the singer as the two stood in her nashville apartment, the night before the cma’s that y/n was supposed to sing at the next day.

“i want you to be there, not drunk and be happy for me eddie!”she exclaimed, feeling the cheap ass rose they had been drinking running through her veins, “i want you to come home every night and spend time with your family!”

“i do spend time with my family!”eddie tried to argue, and y/n rolled her eyes, causing the firefighter to give her a look, “i’m not the one whos constantly in the studio, constantly on tour!”

“bull-fucking-shit! i’m in the studio trying to make an album to provide for this family because god knows you don’t!”y/n exclaimed, seeing eddie getting furious, “maybe that’s why you’re never home is because you cannot handle the fact that i’m the breadwinner in this house!”

“i’m never home because anytime i try and bring up kids you brush me off like it’s nothing.”eddie stated lowly, and tears pricked at y/n eyes knowing how many times they had this conversation, “i want more kids y/n, and the fact that you keep brushing me off like it’s nothing is why i’m never home.”

“i’ve told you so many times i don’t want any kids eddie,”the h/c choked out, with baby hairs sticking to her tear stained cheeks, “its not news to you, you’ve been in this fucking conversation so many times.”

eddie shook his head, before storming to their bedroom and slamming the door shut, leaving the girl sliding against the wall, sobbing knowing that was their biggest fight of their entire relationship.

she could feel everything crumbling beneath her, and she absolutely hated it. she hated everything about it. she was losing control of everything she had and y/n hated it.

he wasn’t blind, he was just pretending everything was fine.

–

“I KNOW THE TRUTH WAS HARD TO HEAR, YOU’VE GOT YOURS AND I’VE GOT MINE BABY,”

“were you blindsided, or were you just blind?”the recording faded out, and y/n looked over at buck who had been listening intently to the song itself, knowing how much that meant to her.

“so you’re making an album from the divorce?”he questioned, and a small smile was spread across the girls face as she nodded.

“i’m making an ep about the divorce.”