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silencedrage · 1 year ago
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there is a small section in the corner of while you were streaming, where van purposely stocks rainbow crosses, stars of david, crescent and stars, and other religious iconography that is obviously queer. it's not big or overt, but it's there if people are looking for it. it's her way of paying tribute to laura lee, of assuaging the guilt they still feel over the other girl's death (even if they were literally unconscious while this all was happening).
laura lee never made fun of van's obvious lack of heterosexuality, never tried to coerce or convince her that she was going to hell because she liked kissing girls, didn't do any of that "hate the sin, love the sinner" shit. she just was always the first to offer to split her lunch with van when they didn't have the money for the vending machine. some days, van wonders whether laura lee would still be alive if they had actually died in the wolf attack, but also tries not to go down that path too much because there's no point in doing so. but again, while van outwardly leans away from contact with the survivors, the signs are all there if people know where to look.
and if one day a blonde teenage girl walks in and picks up a rainbow cross while looking utterly petrified, van will give it to her on the house
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thecodeveronica · 4 months ago
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I think about this concept art of Simon actually being able to do the "Objection!" fingerpoint a lot
It would've been so cool if they'd implemented that animation toward the end of DD when Edgeworth hands off the prosecution of the last case back to him. Like, for right before the big Phantom reveal or something. Almost as an expression of him being freed and finally putting an end to the literal phantom of his past
sorry, he just. he just. looks so good. doing that. that's all. that's the real reason. just kinda. needed to say this somewhere. bye.
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queerdeans · 1 month ago
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i love how jack came into the world and it was like a) your mom is dead and died in childbirth and she loved you and believed in your power to be good and b) your dad is actual lucifer like from the bible.
and now there are two (2) adults in your life, neither of whom are your biological parents, but that's okay because this is the family-don't-end-in-blood show. but one of the adults is trying to work through his own self-worth issues when it comes to being Tainted By Lucifer™ and the other one was widowed in the exact hour of your birth. neither of those things really has to do with you but they're both being projected onto you and you're also like, a day old.
and the only person who was also on your side when you were in utero is dead and happens to be the lover of the widower who now hates you because of what you represent, which is a Whole Other Thing and you don't even really get why he hates you to be honest because again, you're new here and you're just finding out about good and evil as concepts at all.
so you're now stuck very much in the middle of a complicated and fucked-up family dynamic that is not yours because you just got here and caretakers one and two are arguing about such subjects as 'should you be killed at the first opportunity' and it seems like they're both kind of bringing their own baggage into the situation. the mother-brother is like 'i'm tired of being the caretaker for everyone' and the son-brother is like 'that's too damn bad' because if mother-brother stops being the caretaker then what the hell will come of it all? and there's just a whoooole lot of history you don't even understand.
then fortunately the dead lover guy comes back and you maybe made that happen, so mother-brother guy doesn't want to kill you anymore, and you also now have someone in your life who actually wanted to care for you the whole time. yay! but you're also not sure if you want to be taken care of, or how someone would go about it. and he doesn't seem to be sure either. everyone here was classmates at the school of absent fathers, by the way.
and then enters the mother-mother. not your dead mother, but she's someone's dead mother. she haunts everything and the idea of her doesn't match up to the shape of her and you're starting to kind of get the fucked-up family dynamic you've been dropped into. but here's a mom! and how nice is that? you wanted a mom and here one is. only she's not really your mom and she doesn't really want to be a mom but she does love you and she turns out to have a more motherly relationship with you than she does with either of her real sons. and that's nice, but there's also maybe resentment from those sons, or maybe just one of them, because the other one had a mother, and it happened to be his brother.
and all of this happens within the first like six months of your life and we don't even have time to address when you actually meet your father satan ✌️
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spiceofvy · 11 months ago
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heeeeyyyyy, is it possible to have a...wait let me do a coin toss first-heads(landed on my breast, hilarious) okay, favorite places for Stray Kids to smooch reader. Every body part is on the table. I'm thinking, gender neutral. Tender loving affectionate affection, ya know?
Thank you for your time✌️
SKZ - Favorite place to kiss you
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cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, one sensual innuendo (changbin)
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Chan: Hands/Fingers. Loves when you sit next to him in the studio while he's working, so he can just take your hand whenever he wants and press a soft kiss to it whenever he feels like it. Without looking away from his screen. Also likes to just quickly peck the back of your hand when you are out in public. Kisses each finger one by one at night in bed whispering sweet nothings.
Minho: Nape/Shoulders. He just loves hugging you from behind and being your big spoon. So it only makes sense that he loves pressing kisses on your shoulders. It's also pretty subtle, he can simply stand behind you, his hands on your waist, holding you softly. Whispering kisses into your nape, and watching you get flustered. Laughs loudly when you call him out for it and acts like nothing happened.
Changbin: Stomach. Not even in a sexual way though he definitely gives your stomach a lot of love before going lower but just in the most fluffy lovey way. His favorite way of cuddling you is laying his head on your stomach, so he has an easy time just turning his head and kissing your soft skin. Sometimes randomly starts tickling you when he feels like it. Play with his hair when he lays his head on your stomach and he turns to mush.
Hyunjin: Lips. He is just a romantic at heart and nothing means more to him than a kiss on the mouth. It is just the number one most romantic kind of affection to him. He just loves it so much. And honestly? He is really good at it, and kissing him just feels really really good. Sometimes he gets a little bit shy afterwards and giggles softly as he looks into your eyes. He's totally smitten.
Jisung: Your whole face. Leaving stray kisses all over your face is his favorite activity like ever. Of all times. He holds your face tightly, maybe squishing your cheeks a little bit, and just kisses you again and again. Your forehead, your nose, your lips, your eyelids everywhere. He giggles between each kiss, like it's the time of his life, probably because it is. Late at night, he pairs those kisses with sweet little compliments and pet names. Maybe licks your cheeks sometimes if he feels like teasing you.
Felix: Everywhere. This man loves every inch of your body. He doesn‘t discriminate between one part to another. He just needs to kiss you. Now. And he takes whatever he can get from you, just what is closest to you. He also doesn‘t care if he is in public, as long as you feel comfortable with his affection he will give it to you. Would kiss the back of your knee if that's what is the closest to his lips.
Seungmin: Neck/Jaw. It is just a soft little thing he enjoys doing. When he cuddles up to you his lips almost automatically find your jaw and neck. He just feels so close to you when he gets to hide his face in your neck. Don‘t tell anyone, he will say that you are a dirty liar even if you tell the truth. Whispers little I love you, half believing that you can't hear him. Sometimes he feels cocky and gives you a hickey out of nowhere.
Jeongin: Forehead. Giving as well as receiving. To him, it just feels like such an intimate sign of affection. And it can be casual too. Just a quick peck on the forehead before he leaves you to go to a schedule or when you meet him for a date. Softly lays his hands on your shoulders pulling you to him. Turns into mush when you return the forehead kiss. Always closes his eyes too.
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wrestlingwithlife · 2 years ago
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COD Incorrect Quotes With Our Lovely Y/n
Warning gets a little spicy towards the end ;)
Price: Well, should I be worried?
Y/n: Not yet.
Price:
Y/n:
*loud explosion*
Y/n: Now you can worry
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Y/n: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much?
Gaz: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!
Y/n: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!!
Gaz: You take that back!!!
Y/n: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.
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Y/n: What are you doing here?
Soap: I could ask you the same question.
Y/n: I live here. This is my room.
Soap: I should probably ask you a different question.
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Y/n: I just heard Ghost call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.
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Price: I am going to need you to swear-
Y/n: Fuck.
Price:
Price: ...swear as in promise.
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Price: *shatters a window and climbs through it*
Price: *turns around and helps Y/n through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Y/n
Y/n: Okay.
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Ghost: You read my diary?
Y/n: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.
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Y/n: I like your new pants!
Price: Thanks, they were 50% off!
Y/n: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*
Price: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.
Y/n: Thats’s… not what I meant.
Price: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Y/n.
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Y/n: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.
Graves: I almost died.
Y/n: That... was my favorite memory.
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Soap: You look good in that hoodie.
Y/n: You know where else I'd look good?
Soap, zero hesitation: My bed.
Y/n, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
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Ghost: This bloodline ends with me.
Y/n: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".
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Y/n: Gaz, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Gaz, naked in Y/n's bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Y/n, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.
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Price: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?
Y/n: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
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Y/n: Well, Ghost and I finally did it!
The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*
Y/n: That's right... We kissed!
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Y/n: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?
Gaz: Nope, there's 26.
Y/n: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.
Gaz: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.
Y/n: You'll get the D later ;).
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Y/n: What are you in the mood for?
Ghost: World domination.
Y/n: That's a bit ambitious.
Ghost: You are my world.
Y/n: Aww...
Ghost:
Y/n:
Ghost:
Y/n: OH.
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Price: Know why I called you in here?
Y/n: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.
Price: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?
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Soap: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.
Y/n: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?
Soap: Seize the dick.
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Hopefully these helped quench you guy’s hunger whilst I work on my next post.
- Author~Chan out ✌️
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cherrygenshin · 2 years ago
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Alone Time
Jujutsu Kaisen Masturbation Headcannons, drabbles, idk what to call them sorry lol
Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro
Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, masturbation, sexting (gojo), Toji is a little pervy if you squint.
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Gojo Satoru
Has a relatively high sex drive, but won't jerk off unless he's on a mission/ can't be with you.
If/when he decides to jerk off, you WILL know about it.
It's a step by step process.
He will start by bombarding you with needy messages. 'I miss you', 'wish you were here', 'need my baby back :(('
Next comes the photos.
Photo 1. He's in bed, shirtless. You get a divine image of his sculpted abs, his lower torso unfortunately covered up by his blanket.
Photo 2. His hand creeping in to his underwear, the lighting of the photo just perfect enough to see his bulge.
Photo 3. Dick pic. He can't take it anymore, he has to show you how much he misses you! And what better way to do that then show you a photo of his long, pretty cock gripped in his digits?
After the photos, he'll call you. It's fine if you don't answer, he'll just leave you plenty of voice messages of him moaning, his breathless whimpers of your name coming through the phone as he desperately tries to reach his high.
And after that? You get the loveliest video, he squirts all over his hand and lower abs with a cry of your name. He turns the camera around to his flushed face, and ends the video with a quick 🤪✌️ because of course he does.
Geto Suguru
I don't picture this man having a super high sex drive, I feel like life gets in his way a lot of the time.
The only time he'd take matters in to his own hands is if you were asleep and he really couldn't get his boner to go away.
He debates for a while, going back and forth on if he should just wake you up, but he eventually decides not to bother you, your sleeping form was just too adorable for him to disturb with his own lustful needs.
He gets up and heads to the shower, stepping in to the hot water with a slight 'hiss'. Perhaps he was a bit too eagre to get this over with.
Resting a hand against the tiles, he closes his eyes and brings a hand down to his already hardened cock. He pumps his shaft a few times, before his eyes flit open in search of something.
There it is. Your bodywash. He reaches over and grabs it off the shelf, opening it and hastily pouring a glob on to his hands. He inhales sharply, the scent of you filling his nose before he takes his freshly 'lubed' hands back to his now leaking cock.
He fists himself fast and hard, not wanting to draw this out any longer than necessary. His mind wanders to you, how you would feel if you saw him right now. Would you be mad? Or maybe turned on? Maybe you would help him, and he'd get to stuff his cock in your tight hole..
The thought sends him over the edge as he cums with a deep sigh. He finishes the rest of his shower in post-nut shame, and quietly slides back in to bed with you.
The next morning you wonder why he somehow smells like you. Perhaps he grabbed your bodywash by mistake?
Fushiguro Toji
This man a certified daddy of 2, so I'm sure he's got a decent sex drive.
He doesn't really like jerking off if you're around as he'd rather just pound you, but when the need comes, who is he to deny himself of pleasure?
You were due home from work in 10 minutes. He'd been walking around with a hard on for the past 30, and he'd decided enough is enough.
Sitting himself down on the lounge, he pulls his sweatpants down just enough for his thick dick to spring out. He spreads his legs, enjoying the feeling of freedom.
He glances at the clock. Okay, 10 minutes until you're home. He could wait for you, but this has been pissing him off long enough.
He spits on to his dick and strokes it roughly, not caring about the slight sting of his calloused hands on his sensitive dick.
He grabs his phone and pulls up images of you, one's he's taken after he's filled your hole with his cum, one's of your fucked out face, and some sneaky ones of your panties while you weren't looking.
He grunts, hand gripping tighter as he strokes faster now, his high approaching quickly the more he looks at your photos.
"Fuck-" He heaves a heavy sigh, moving his hand to pay special attention to his tip. He tilts his head back and cums with a loud groan, shooting thick ropes on to his lower stomach.
He opens one eye as he notices you standing in the doorway, stunned.
"Hey mama, come over 'ere and clean this mess will ya? It's your fault after all."
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starrynights-sunnyskies · 1 year ago
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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·゚misa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (3/17)
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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.
or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous
fic: see my masterlist 🤍
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yourusername: desperately trying to disappear ✌️ Liked by alexiaputellas, albaps9, bff3 and 638 others
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bff1 now that's a waste of a good drink bff1 but i'll make you a better one and then we can cry and watch your favourite movie and bake cookies or play cards. tell me when and i'll be there 😘 liked by yourusername
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bff2 ❤️💔 bff2 Keep holding on, and don't forget you have us! We're only a phone call away. Shout and we'll come. liked by yourusername
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alexiaputellas You deserve el todo mundo 😘 alexiaputellas Can we come over, laelia? Alba, mami and I? Seen alexiaputellas Yn? Delivered
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albaps9 don't let that shit have this much power over you again, please hermanita ): albaps9 and if she contacts you again, you tell me, okay? albaps9 pls think about yourself. don't let her words get to you. i know you've been talking to someone new lately. don't throw away something that could be beautiful just because of past experiences. albaps9 if you want me to stay with you again for another few days, i'm there within the hour albaps9 answer your phone or i'm coming over albaps9 nvm, coming over anyway with mama and ale. albaps9 we love you, okay? albaps9 and maybe you're the toughest putellas after all albaps9 ❤️ Seen
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marisabel_rguez: Friends and football, the two best distractions 😁 Liked by leilaouahabi, jennihermoso, alexiaputellas and 18,993 others
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leilaouahabi Oh, so I'm a distraction now? How kind 🤪 ↳ marisabel_rguez Only the best! ↳ leilaouahabi I'll take that compliment. So are you.
jennihermoso Big win, good times 👏💓 ↳ marisabel_rguez 😁🤟
alexiaputellas 😎 liked by marisabel_rguez
haleyraso Aha! So that's why your game has been off lately! 😂😇 ↳ haleyraso Kidding ❤️ liked by marisabel_rguez
sofie.svava Princess!! (the strongest I know) 😇 liked by marisabel_rguez
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tagged: yourusername bff3: Proud of this little one. She's taking life by the horns and showing it who's boss. Liked by alexiaputellas, bff2 and 347 others
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yourusername i love you. all the days serving douchebag drunk tourists and living off tips was so worth it bc it brought you into my life. ↳ bff1 into OUR lives 🥹🥹 ↳ bff3 Even worth serving Arrogant Alex for every weekend for four months? ↳ yourusername omg i'd nearly forgotten about him!!! yikes, but yes. all worth it. ↳ bff3 You forgot Arrogant Alex but not Silly Sander? But same ❣️ ↳ bff2 Even I remember him 😂 ↳ bff1 'you'd never have to work in this lousy shithole if you were mine' ↳ bff3 Then proceeded to visit said lousy shithole every following weekend. ↳ bff2 Capturing hearts since 1998 and 1993💋
alexiaputellas 😍
bff1 you're doing great sweetie xoxo
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tagged: yourusername bff1: claimed this one the second i walked into kindergarten one unsuspecting morning and she, the NEW GIRL, had the audacity to be playing with my favourite plushies. never looked back since. thank you, universe. Liked by albaps9, alexiaputellas, bff2 and 508 others
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bff3 Adorable!!
albaps9 she always cried at home before going, then cried when she had to go home after she met you jajaja ↳ bff1 i have that effect 😇 ↳ albps9 i still think you're the reason she's no longer shy and innocent 😡 ↳ bff1 you're so welcome!
bff2 My favourite chaotic girls! 🤗
alexiaputellas Go back to being this little @/yourusername 😔 liked by yourusername
yourusername going from sharing plushies to sharing the best moments of my life! ↳ bff2 For a second I was worried you were going to say undies 😭 ↳ bff1 won't fit, my butt's bigger than hers ↳ yourusername no way!! ↳ bff1 to the undies or the butt? ↳ yourusername yes 👼 ↳ bff1 yes to what?? liked by yourusername
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tagged: yourusername bff2: Watch out world, she’s coming for you. Now stronger than ever! ❤️ Liked by marisabel_rguez, bff3, albaps9 and 123 others
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yourusername ❤️ ↳ bff2 ❤️ ↳ bff3 ❤️ ↳ bff1 ❤️
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marisabel_rguez: Going to make Sevilla unsafe 😛 Liked by sofie.svava, frejaolofssonn, marialeonn16 and 12,493 others
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sofie.svava and unsafe we made it! ↳ marisabel_rguez 😉
carolinemoller_ My bank account is still weeping 🤪
atheeneeaa_10 Girls! 💜
username1 i miss yn in here liked by 12 others
claudia.zornoza 😍
carolineweir95 Missing you all!
username2 Is it me or is misa really inactive lately, she's changed ↳ username3 Not just you ): ↳ username2 And her game has been so off lately, ngl
haleyraso You better return to us all smiley again after this trip!!! 😤
frejaolofssonn hey who's that one in the back? she's looking goooood. liked by marisabel_rguez
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yourusername: i guess i'm back. (well, i'll try to stick around) Liked by marialeonn16, alexiaputellas, esmeebrugts and 3,489 others
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username1 we missed you!!!!!!
ingridengen ig's not the same without our princesa 🤩
username2 Hello againnnn
bff1 two/three whole months? without posting? record. but i missed you. ↳ yourusername i missed me too ☹️ ↳ bff1 😘
ona.battle Now we had you all to ourselves for a little while 😝 ↳ salmaparalluelo whoop whoop 🙌 liked by yourusername
albaps9 eyes on the road, chica, or have you forgotten when you messed up your foot while biking to school??? liked by alexiaputellas ↳ alexiaputellas The one day she had to go alone and boom 😆 ↳ yourusername so nice to see you making fun of my messed up and bloodied foot. it really hurt and i was alone and panicking and had to bike back home in pain 😔 ↳ ablaps9 i mean, i'm sorry for laughing but WHO the hell wears chanclas while biking? WHO?! a safety hazard!! ↳ alexiaputellas An eight year old 🤷‍♀️ ↳ yourusername they were my favourite pair of havaianas, i wanted to look cute 😞 ↳ albaps9 mom was right to whoop your ass with them later ↳ alexiaputellas At least now you have a cool scar 😎
bff3 Good to have you back, babe! Ps, you left your sweatshirt at our place. ❤️ ↳ yourusername keep it company for me until tuesday <3 ↳ bff1 just don't go and cook a curry with it on, like last time ↳ bff3 If you hadn't turned the stove higher behind my back, none of it would've splattered! ↳ bff1 didn't want it to take an hour longer. i was hungry. ↳ bff3 Well, not going to wear it while cooking. It's the green adidas one, btw, your favourite, so I wouldn't dare. ↳ yourusername ahh. well, i think green's your colour anyway, keep it 😘
username3 Welcome back 👋
username4 FINALLY
username5 now misa has to come back too 🤞 ↳ username4 Here's to hoping this post will do just that
username4 no more misa/yn interactions? this girlie is very sad ↳ username1 Don't think that's happening anymore 😪 ↳ username5 yeah, between the radio silence, stories and off-behaviour, i don't think so either ↳ username3 well, that doesn't have to be bc of misa? ↳ username6 no u-haul? 😢 ↳ username1 No U-haul.
begovargas Loved spending time with you. We should do it again soon 😌 ↳ yourusername I'm so down!! Miss you already! 🫶
marialeonn16 Did you eat any more good pasta by any chance? ↳ yourusername YES, and also discovered this new cute restaurant. i'll text you the place. liked by ingridengen
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a/n to anyone reading this, i hope you have a lovely day. 🌼🥰
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waywardducks · 2 years ago
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Welcome back to incorrect batfam quotes as things me and my siblings have said/done pt2
Enjoy!
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Damian: Make me a sandwich?
Dick: No, you can make yourself a sandwich, I'm busy
Damian:… will you make me my favorite soup? Only you can make it the way I like it
Dick:*frustrated* I know exactly what your doing. You do realize that you're the youngest of like 10 kids right? Tim and Jason used to pull this trick all the time. Go make yourself some food, you aren't incapable, you're being lazy and I'm busy. Sorry baby bird
Dick:*goes back to working*
Damian:
Damian:*going to Jason* Will you make me a sandwich? Only you know how to make them the way I like them
Jason: Awww of course I can buddy
Damian: 😈
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Dick:*wearing pants with cutout in the inner thigh*
Jason: What the fuck are you wearing?
Dick: it’s call fashion, Jason, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. This is what’s in
Jason: You look like a gay stripper
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Tim: My insides are shaking
Duke: I’m sorry, what?
Tim: like, my organs are vibrating
Duke: Why? Wtf
Tim: maybe it’s because I drank 3 energy drink and haven’t eaten anything today but that’s just a guess
Duke:
Duke: Dude
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Tim: *is once again on the brink of death*
Steph: Dick, I never expected you to be the calmest out of all of us.
Dick: oh, yeah, I’m disassociating so hard right now I can’t feel my own arms and I feel like I’m floating. Soon as I’m alone, though, I’m breaking my own hand
Steph: *increasingly becoming more worried* Oh, okay
Dick: ye, I have to drive now, pray I don’t crash 😗✌️
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That's all I got for now lmao
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 8 months ago
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Logan and wade and reader? Thruple things would be cool ✌️
"Fuck me," you groan, setting down your work bag and slumping against the apartment door as you shut it, closing your eyes for a moment.
"Gimme a minute, Sugar tits," Wade called from the kitchen, "I'm just finishing dinner!"
You make a soft grumpy noise and wince scooping up Mary to pay the pet tax and nudge your bag out of the way, limping your way to the sofa. The cold snap has your back feeling like it's on fucking fire and you've been running all goddamn day. "Not literal," you murmur, "But I appreciate it." You hold the dog and make a fuss for a second, giving her pats and kisses until she wiggles to be put down- missing the look Wade and Logan trade while you're not looking. "I'm gonna get changed," you tell them. "It's been a long day."
They watch you go and Logan's frown deepened, "Ice," he told Wade.
"And drugs," Wade added in agreement. "We're gonna need a bigger bathtub," he mused.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Gonna be a long winter if it's just you an' me, bub."
"She does class up the place, Peanut," he said grinning, "But at least when it's you and me you can stab something."
In the bedroom, you sit on the end on the bed and take stock. Your back hurts so bad your ribs hurt and you can feel it all the way down into your hips. It's hard to take a full breath.
The first few weeks of cold weather are hell. Absolute hell. But you'll adjust. Eventually. You always do.
And at least the boys were understanding. There was also an abundance of oversized clothing. So you grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of basket ball shorts- one that belonged to either of them and got dressed.
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When you opened the door, Logan was waiting, arms crossed, "Couch, bub," he ordered, his eyes sweeping over you head to toe. Noting that you were favoring your right side and that your breathing was a little shallow.
"I'm okay," you murmur, "It's just cold."
His eyes narrowed slightly and he stepped forward, tilting your chin up and running practiced hands over your neck. The muscles were so tight he could bounce a quarter off them. "Couch," he repeated, "Either you go or I take you."
"Please don't pick me up," you plead.
"Totally okay," Wade put in, lighting candles.
You sigh and take the arm you're offered. There's no winning against both of them. But when Wade takes the other side, a warm hand on the small of your back it's comforting. They're not going to let you fall over.
"Face down, ass up, Angel baby," Wade chirped, letting go of you to let Logan lay you on the couch. "Gotta get ice on that spine before you rip it out mortal kombat style."
You grumble and Logan smiles a little and pulls a blanket over your legs, "Drugs now or later?"
"If you drug me up now I'll be asleep in 10 minutes," you remind him, "lightweight, remember?"
"So before bed and wake you up with head and good coffee," Wade said grinning, handing Logan half the icepacks so they could lay them from your neck to your hips.
"Giving or getting?"
"Getting!" Wade scoffed, "Can't have you choking in your sleep."
You huff a little laugh in spite of the pain and he strokes your hair, "20 minutes?"
Logan nodded, lowering himself to the floor next to your head and kissed your temple, "I know it sucks."
You don't answer, you just close your eyes and try to breathe. And not cry. It's not worth crying over. Not really. Clenching and unclenching your fists under your head.
"Hey," Logan said keeping his voice soft. You'd turned your face away from him but he could see the tension. And smell the tears slipping down your cheeks. "you gotta breathe, baby."
"I'm okay it just hurts. I'll be f-fine."
He didn't know what to do here. All he could think to do was lay his hand on your head and rub gently. "Tell me about it?" he pressed. He knew it hurt. Something hurt all the time. He heard the sharp gasps when joints popped and the whimpers of pain. He knew you had medication for it. It had been this way as long as you could remember. You dealt with it. They were learning how to deal with bad days.
Wade had had- still had cancer.
But Logan? He'd never even had a cold.
"It hurts so bad I can't breathe," you tell him. "Muscle spasms. Cramps. My fucking hands and feet are tingling."
"Fallin' apart on me, kid," he hummed.
"I'll only wish I was dead until I get used to it again- it gets better after I readjust to the weather change."
"Good news," Wade called, "My mornings just opened up to drive you to work!"
"I don't need-"
"To walk in this shit," Logan finished, "you're right."
"And Dinner is ready!"
Logan nodded, "Can you sit up?"
You sigh and take a deep breath, pushing yourself up slowly. Logan winced; he could hear every labored breath and every aching movement. "I'll bring you a plate. And a drink," he said.
"Picnic night," Wade declared, "And since I cooked I get to pick the movie!"
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Aye yoo bud✌️
0cta9on Fluffy mode activated, I'm curious how you would write cute/fluff thought on Bae Nmixx.
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The way that I see her, I thought she's the most normal member in Nmixx but I'm totally wrong. Her short hair like OmG🤧, I have always like girls keeping their long hair but she's making me think otherwise. Turns out she's the jokester in the group. She maybe doesn't get the most line in their songs but her part always makes me listen thoroughly especially during her part.
I know this may look like I'm jumping biases, but I'm just starting to notice everyone's charm.
- Haewon's latest live stream especially her wolf cut hair style, is just perfect🐺. She can be cute apart from her funny side in which taking most of the spotlight.
-Lily is always such a a ball of sunshine with her aussie accent korean. With her cute struggle to keep up with the Korean language🇰🇷.
-Now I'm starting to look at Kyujin more of a Maknae than ever🐱, she's a bit peculiar compared with other group's maknae, maybe the shocking fact that she's considered the "mother" among the members despite being the youngest.
-Jiwoo? I already went ham on her on the previous ask, totally didn't consume my daily dose of that Bae and Jiwoo tik tok video🤧.
-Where is Sullyoon? I'm currently abstaining myself from her, just a mere second of her appearance is going to make me go overdrive.😵‍💫 I can't get my work done if I kept staring at her for hours.
Hello mikeylo! I decided to use this opportunity to write a short about her instead of just doing fluffy thoughts, hope you don't mind :]
This was a fun one to write, somehow managed to finish it in the span of two hours :> Enjoy!
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You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a “nerd” ages ago. Studying isn’t something you necessarily enjoy, but it’s a necessary task you must complete in order to secure your spot in the real world, where meaningless titles like “nerd” or “jock” hold no substance on one’s success and only those who truly work hard will stand the test of time. With finals inching ever closer, it’s vital to you that you don’t waste a single second—
“What’s up, nerd?”
A light smack to the back of your head tears you out of the flow state you were in while brushing up on previous study guides from the past year. There’s only one person you know that’s dimwitted enough to still throw out outdated insults like that, almost as if she’s a caricature of a high school bully from those 2010’s movies she claims to hate.
“Bae,” you grumble, “Why are you even here? I thought you said you were ‘allergic to the library’?”
She shrugs, plopping down into the empty seat next to you. “I got bored.”
“Okay.” You turn your attention back to the worksheets in front of you, trying to remember where you left off. “Not my problem.”
“C’mon, man,” she groans. “Let’s do something fun.”
There aren’t many things that threaten the future of your success; most issues can be waved away with a quick favor or a helpful push in the right direction. In fact, you already have the rest of your life meticulously planned out in a journal, complete with potential contingencies and multiple backups in case any problems may arise.
Enter: Bae Jinsol. The physical embodiment of everything that could and will stand in your way. You tutored her once two semesters ago, and you’ve regretted it ever since. Not quite a leech—you’re not that cruel—but her unyielding persistence alone is enough to make it so that giving her what she wants is the only viable solution you have. More often than not, this means hours of time wasted that could be spent towards perfecting your mind to the best it can be.
“I’m really busy right now,” you say.
“What could you possibly need to study for, you’re, like, the smartest person I know.”
You raise an eyebrow at her. “Knowing you, that doesn’t mean much— Ow.”
Bae slaps your arm, pouting at you. “That’s mean.”
You can’t help but grin at her expression. “You’re right, that was mean. I apologize,” you say, making an effort to sound sincere. “Now, I have a lot of work to do, so unless you’re okay with sitting there and watching me study, I suggest that you go and hang out with your other friends.”
She rests her head against the table, turning to watch you with her endearingly round eyes. “I chose to come here. I’ll stick to my decision like a real man.”
“Whatever,” you chuckle before turning back to the study guide.
It’s a bit difficult trying to study with an audience, but not a scenario you’re unfamiliar with. On the rare occasion that Bae doesn’t consistently bug you with her antics, you find her presence quite comfortable. Sometimes she’ll even ask about what you’re working on and entertain your little rants about discoveries you’ve made or thoughts you’ve been having, asking questions if she doesn’t get something. Her motivation to study is nonexistent, but her desire to understand is glaringly present.
Although, with nothing to talk about today, she gives you a good five minutes before breaking the silence.
“I’m bored again,” she sighs. “Let’s get boba.”
“What happened to sticking to your decision ‘like a real man’?” you tease.
“I’m a woman, jackass.” She leans into you, obscuring your view of the study guide with her face. “And this woman wants boba.”
The world around you freezes as the scent of her perfume lingers past your nose, igniting memories of warmth and coziness. The first crack in a wall that you worked too hard to maintain. 
“Why don’t you ask Haewon to go with you instead?” you suggest, trying and failing to avert your gaze from those perfect irises, like swimming pools of deep obsidian.
“Because…” A light blush grows on her cheeks. “...I wanna get boba with you.”
The crack in the wall splinters and grows, exposing the weaknesses that you didn’t know were there. Or perhaps, you did know and chose to ignore them anyways, spackling over them with cheap excuses.
You scoff at her, a meager attempt to save face. “You just want me to pay for you. Again.”
“I told you I’ll pay you back!” she exclaims, earning a couple harsh shushes from nearby students. “I’m just a little strapped for cash at the moment.”
“Why don’t you try, I don’t know, actually looking for a job?” Your gaze moves back to your papers, desperately trying to escape this stalemate. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.”
Bae clings to the sleeves of her sweater, pouting at you. “Please~?”
Despite her persistence, you dare not move an inch, worried that one small movement could be the final crack that topples the wall. Your eyes reread the same line over and over again, hoping each pass will eventually take, but your mind is too cluttered to properly focus. With the gentle tug of her fingers and the notes of vanilla bean gliding past your nostrils, it’s a wonder how you haven’t succumbed to her demands already.
With a huff of her breath, Bae takes your hand in hers, using her final trump card.
“Baby~”
You want to think that, at that moment, the wall came crashing down in a ceremonious fashion, leaving behind a pile of rubble in its wake, a monument to all the effort you put into your future. But the truth is, she tore down that wall months ago—in fact, you can pinpoint the exact moment of its destruction. 
The second you came face to face with her confused expression in that pre-calc class is the moment that sealed your fate, completely changing your perception of what the future could be like for you. That journal you keep, detailing every single miniscule detail of your potential career? You barely got two pages in before turning it into a scrapbook, filling every inch of paper with words, pictures, and keepsakes that remind you of the girl that refuses to give you a moment of peace.
And maybe that’s a good thing. The world could end tomorrow, rendering all of your plans useless. Why spend your last moments with your nose in a study guide when you could be drinking boba with your girlfriend?
“...You’re the worst, you know that?” you utter, interlacing your fingers with hers. Bae flashes you that wide, toothy smile that you can’t get enough of.
“Wow, you’re actually so obsessed with me, that’s insane,” she teases. “Just a single word and you immediately folded like an omelet.”
You haphazardly throw your belongings into your bag, eager to get out of the library and spend time with her. “I’m not obsessed, stupid,” you say,” I’m in love with you.”
“God, you’re so corny.” Despite her deflection, the blush growing on her face betrays her true feelings. She nervously scans the rest of the room before planting a sneaky kiss on your cheek, warm yet fleeting. “I love you too, stupid.”
It’s a fool’s errand to try and predict the future. No matter how smart you are, how many books you read, how many plans you make, the only thing you can do is hope for the future that you desire. And right now, the only future you want is one just like the present, with you clinging onto Bae’s hand with no intention of letting go.
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Love ur work!! May I pls request Charles Leclerc x Male Reader where we are a super famous singer (like beyonce level famous) and we announce the birth of our first child together via surrogate??? Ty!!
A family of our own
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Sry if it's a wee bit too short, did my best, idk how to start it. Hope it's still good, hope you enjoy ✌️
(Didn't proof read)
(Requests are closed)
No warning, just floof :3
"Y/n, cheri?" Charles yelled from the couch of their house.
"Yes?" I yelled back from the kitchen.
"Are you almost done? I wanna talk to you about something important."
"I-is it bad?" I asked as I came into the living room with a tray of food and drinks, and placing it on the table in the middle.
"Depends on how you look at it." Charles said as he sat up straight, seemingly getting serious.
"Go on." I asked now worried as I sat beside him, putting some distance between us.
"Come closer." He said as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close, hugging him tight against his body.
"I was thinking, m-maybe we could have a child?"
"W-what?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, a little y/n or a little Charles running around the house causing havoc might be cute." He said with a smile as he lifted my chin to look me in the eyes, my nervous e/c meeting his gentle greens.
"W-well, I'm not opposed to it...But a little Charles might look cuter." I said with a smile as I give him a quick peck on the lips.
"This is why I love you, y/n."
"Love you too."
I said as I got on top of him, and deepened the kiss, food completely forgotten.
"As I said before the concert, a surprise will be posted on my IG story after the concert." I said with a huge smile, sweat dripping from my hair and I held the guitar and breathing heavily.
"It's a surprise me, and Charles have talked about a while ago." The crowd went wild as they probably figured out the surprise as I have posted about getting a child prior the world tour.
"Okay, okay, settle down." I said laughing.
I began to play my guitar for the final song, the crowd once again going wild as they recognize the intro.
"With that final song, I bid you all farewell, I am in grabe need of a bath and rest. Once again, THANK YOU, MONACO!!!" The echoed of cheers were heard from the neighbouring countries as well.
"And thank you everyone who attended my tours, this is however my final tour for some time." I said sadly, but with a huge grin on my face. "And don't forget the surprise."
(2 days after the concert)
"You think I should announce it?" I asked Charles from my position between his legs my head on his chest and our sleeping 1 year old, Udysses L/n-Leclerc.
"Your choice, bebe, whatever makes you happy. I'm there to support you." He said as he ruffled my hair and gave it a kiss.
"Well... you should probably wrap your arms around Charles junior as well." I said with a chuckle as I reached out for my phone, careful not to disturb his sleep.
Charles laughed as he wrapped his arms around me as I held Udysses carefully with one arm and taking a selfie with the other. I took a couple more before looking for the best one along with Charles.
"pour l'amour de Dieu, they all look perfect, mi amor, because you're both in it." Charles said getting annoyed.
"They need to see the best one." I said as I stared at one picture of us, Charles smiling wide looking down at me and Udysses, his arms around my shoulders as he looked at the camera with squinted eyes. I was smiling wide as well, my eyes closed and baby Udysses sleeping soundly.
"Found it." I said with a grin as I opened Instagram to post the story, only adding music. As I didn't want to ruin the picture with some stupid effects.
"I guess you did." Charles said with a small laugh as I felt his chest rumble.
"Of course I did." I said as I posted the story, seconds later my phone started blowing up, a few congratulations from friends and family and a lot from fans.
"What will happen now?" I asked him as I thought about our future, since we are pretty busy people.
"We'll think about it when it comes to it. Right now, enjoy the moment, mi amor." Charles said as he hugged me close and kissed my hair.
Sorry took some times, hope it was okay ✌️
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ambiguous-avery · 24 days ago
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Hello Avery!
First of all, this is for you ❤️
♡♡♡ send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡
BUT SECOND
and it’s much more important (see I put it in big letters and everything) 😬✌️
I know you love your music and I thought you of all people might appreciate being asked to create a playlist for Dean, Sam, or both if you like, BUT no cheating. I don’t want to see a bunch of Zeppelin or Accadacca (AC/DC). Please make it from your own playlists, whether it’s something you want them to enjoy or simply just want to piss them off with - shake it off!
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No pressure of course. Do with this as you will. And have a fabulous day - Beth ❤️
Ooh Beth, you are the absolute sweetest! I'm so, so honored to be one of your moots! This Tumblr community is seriously one of the best things in my life, and I am so excited to share in it and be surrounded by all of the amazing talent here! Appreciate you! 💜💜💜
Now, about that second part. First off, an actual photo of my reaction to reading your question/request 👇
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Also, I'm putting this whole post in small font because it is LONG. I consider myself polyjamourous – I'll listen to just about anything and everything. The boys, on the other hand, are not. At least Dean isn't. And since he's the driver, his music taste is all that matters in the Impala. Pretty sure Dean would chuck all of my music suggestions out of Baby's window while going down the road at 80 miles an hour in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere. I know you said to make a playlist of songs that I’d show them, but it kinda turned into a list of songs that I associate with them. Hope it's okay for me to twist the ask like that! And I'm gonna limit myself to my top ten otherwise this would be a novel. It became a novel. And a character deep dive at the same time.
Each song will be linked for your listening pleasure, and I'll try to include a brief explanation of why. (Spoilers: they aren't all brief.) I may have worked on this instead of writing. Went and picked myself a whole bouquet of whoopsie daisies!
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Dean's Playlist
Tragedy, Fly By Midnight - Okay, I'm gonna start really strong here. This song is SO Dean-coded to me. This is the way I imagine him when I start writing x reader fics, and I need to write him potentially falling for someone/getting into a relationship. Like... listen to it, and I think I'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who disagrees with me. Key lyrics: "You'll hurt forever If you fall for me That would be a tragedy"
Different Lives, Fly By Midnight - Maybe I should've limited myself to one song per band too. But this band absolutely speaks to me for Dean. This is another song I listen to when I need to get into how I imagine Dean falling for someone. Key lyrics: "'Cause I've lived different lives, different lives Before you ever made me feel alive, feel alive I haven't felt this fucking terrified, terrified Before you, ooh, you"
Iris, Goo Goo Dolls - This was my teenaged self's anthem, so maybe I'm biased. But I feel like this is Dean as a whole. Key lyrics: "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive"
A Little Too Late, Nate Vickers - I'm finding that a lot of songs I feel relate to Dean are super angsty ones. A trend, you might say. It's because of all this angst that I want for him to have a happy ending rather than the one he got shafted with. Key lyrics: "If you wanna hate me Then I'll take the blame Just give me a reason To push through the pain"
Morally Grey, April Jai (feat. Nation Haven) - Okay, a non-angsty song! I think this one is just more self-indulgent than anything. I love me a good, morally grey character, and Dean is no different! Key lyrics: "I know he's no good for me But when he gets down on his knees He's so eager to please Knows the right frequencies"
@ my worst, blackbear - Aaand right back into the angst. Key lyrics: "Maybe I'm the best mistake you've ever made It sounds so fucking beautiful when you say my name I'm praying to a god, a god I don't believe The more I hide my scare, the easier I bleed"
Fix Me, 10 Years - More angst courtesy of my teen angst days. Apologies in advance. Key lyrics: "I'm fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where I should be Don't try and fix me."
Casual sex, My Darkest Days - I feel like the title alone should give you enough of an idea of why this is on the list. Key lyrics: "It's just your typical, hardcore casual sex We're single but we're lovers Crazy for each other"
Dirty Heart, Brad Brownfield - Gotta thank my friend for reminding me about this song. Key lyrics: "'Cause you can't rub some dirt on the hurt of a broken heart It's the pain it just stays Like a damn old scar"
No Mercy, Austin Giorgio - This whole song just strikes me as the way Dean is when he's intimate with someone. Like behind closed doors, Dean is very much a lover boy who gives his everything to whoever he's with. Plus we know he's damn good at what he does. Key lyrics: "Baby I can lock the door You hold the keys Yeah I'll write the song You're the symphony"
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Sam’s Playlist
Half Life, Livingston - This was one of the first songs I heard where I thought of Sam in the middle of listening to it. Sam is such a peach, and in the last few weeks, he has seriously grown on me. He's such a giver. Key lyrics: "So if this is the last night And you're feelin' hollow I'll give you my half life So you'll see tomorrow"
that's how you make a villain, Emlyn - Okay if we disregard the fact that the lyrics refer to a girl, then this is Sam to me. He had every reason to become the antagonist. Everything he had was taken away. Every turn took more from him. But he still chose to be the sweetest, most gentle giant. But could you imagine Sam in a full-on villain era? Key lyrics: "Stole my life, that's what I call a heist Sold it back and then tripled the price And I'm not on your payroll, but I'm makin' a killin' Just so you know, that's how you make a villain"
Maybe, Sick Puppies - Bit of angst here because neither of these boys truly are without it. But to me, Sam's is a little more hopeful. Key lyrics: “So why does it feel so wrong to reach for something more? To want to live a better life what am I waiting for?”
We Fight, Dashboard Confessionals - Mainly just Sam and Dean childhood vibes for me here. Key lyrics: "We were the kids that left home probable too young But we took our share and maybe then some Tired of beatings and battles and being sewn up But that made us grow up And that made them scared"
Shelter, Porter Robinson & Madeon - As much as I disagree with the ending of Supernatural, this is the song I associate with Sam living his life after Dean is gone. Key lyrics: "It's a long way forward so trust in me I'll give them shelter like you've done for me And I know, I'm not alone, you'll be watching over us Until you're gone"
Glow, Livingston - Another Livingston song. This artist has so many songs that made me think of Sam, but I didn't want to just make an entire playlist of one person haha. Again, Sam's flavor of angst usually is more hopeful in my mind. We see him choose good time and time again. Key lyrics: "You're like magic Turn the pain into passion Turn the radio to static But you don't even know you have it"
Monster, Katie Sky - I just want to give him a hug and tell him everything is going to be okay. Key lyrics: "I see your monsters I see your pain Tell me your problems I'll chase them away"
Carry You Home, Alex Warren - Tapping into how I view Sam when it comes to relationships. I feel like Sam falls hard for people, and this just kinda captures how I imagine he commits to others. Key lyrics: "Oh I hope you know I will care you home Whether it's tonight or 55 years down the road Oh I know there's so many way that this could go Don't want you to wonder, darling, I need you to know In this and every life I choose us every time"
Love Me Back, Max McNown - And digging a bit into Sam's own low view of himself, I feel like Sam very much has the mindset that he can't imagine someone else loving him in his broken state. Key lyrics: "Fell a little too hard, just a little too fast Put my soul in your hands like a penny on the track I've given you my heart and all the love I have And I'm just lucky that you love me back"
Slow Hands, Niall Horan - And finishing off with my take on Sam's more intimate side. I know that we see a lot of Sam's intimate scenes being faster paced and desperate and whatnot, but I genuinely feel like for whoever he's committed to, he's much slower, more patient. Key lyrics: "Fingertips puttin' on a show Got me now and I can't say no Wanna be with you all alone Take me home, take me home"
Sorry, this got super out of hand, and I feel I may have strayed away from the original idea. Hope that's okay! I seriously fell in love with this ask! Music is my thing. I love sharing it with others and others sharing with me! Tell me your thoughts! Got music you think fits? Please let me know~
Thanks for the ask, Beth! 💜💜💜
Tagging my moots because I wanna share my music with you: @jollyhunter @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @bettystonewell @middleearthislife @aylacavebear @supernotnatural2005 @voodoochildthings @losers-clvb @sparrowww0428 @alexsoenomel
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yeetus-feetus · 1 year ago
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Random ra'stim idea:
What if they just don't tell anyone. Like Ra's quietly courts Tim the old fashioned way but like on the down low.
Tim's bookcase is slowly being filled with love poems written in Arabic, he gets his ears re-pierced but he's not wearing Alvin Draper's earrings- he's wearing emeralds and jade.
He starts wearing fine fabrics to Gala's, professional but not a western style suit, and that's where Damian starts catching on. Because he knows these types of clothing intimately, and Drake is too white to have picked such outfits out on his own.
Then there's a ring. Gold banded, studded in tiny green gemstones that seem to glow when viewed from certain angles and a large diamond to top it off. When Stephanie admires it and asks about it, Tim tells her it's his mother's, something he found going through her old jewellery box. But it's obviously foreign- His excuse is his parents former line of work. Damian knows better, he just doesn't have anything to back up his suspicions.
Tim is seeing someone. Why is he keeping it a secret? Why is he wearing foreign jewellery and why is his Arabic now so perfectly spoken.
Then there's the kohl Tim starts wearing to special events, the same kind his own mother wears. The same kind Ra's wears.
Damian tries to convince Grayson that something is going on between Tim and the LOA. That Tim is romantically involved with someone. It couldn't be his mother, and there's only one other person who wears that same green fabric Drake had draped himself in just the other day.
But Damian is brushed off. Told to stop being paranoid and to leave Tim alone. And the others are too busy to listen to him, or simply don't want to.
Dick, though, doesn't admit to the younger that he too is starting to grow just a little bit suspicious.
Then there's the second ring. A thick, shiny gold band inscribed with Arabic text, and Damian is sure to point it out when they all end up in the same room. Tim tries for the excuse he used for the last ring, but Damian points out clearly that it's written in a way specific to the league only.
Tim is pink in the face, but he manages to keep his other features otherwise expressionless as he gaslights Damian, claiming that he is being absurd.
Finally Dick steps in to back Damian up. Dick is a bullshit artist himself, and he can see through the gaslighting immediately.
"You married my grandfather didn't you, Drake?" Damian hisses out.
Tim only frowns at the fourteen year old. "I'm 19 and a CEO, I can do what I want. There's a reason I never told anybody about us."
"He intends to clone you for an heir to replace me, Drake, have you forgotten that!?" Damian asks.
"less pressure on you. Now you only need to focus on becoming the next Batman," Tim shrugs in reply.
"woah wait!" Stephanie speaks up. "How can you be so okay with the whole cloning thing??"
Tim shrugs again. "It is what it is."
"fuck off, you are not using a meme to justify this right now", Jason says in disbelief.
"Tim who are you texting??"
He looks up from his phone with a small smile. "I'm getting my husband to pick me up y'all are lame, peace out ✌️😙"
"Tim! You come back here this instant!"
"You're not my dad!"
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uselessgay10101 · 2 months ago
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Fandom: Heaven's Secret: Requiem (Romance Club)
Genres: Emotional, Romance, may make your lil heart twist (if you're sensitive like me u may cry a lil)
Pairings: Anna X Lane (Mc)
Characters: mainly Anna and Lane, Dmitry
Warnings: You MAY cry. ⚠️⚠️⚠️Proceed with caution ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Author Note: I'm still getting used to this fanfic stuff. Give me feedback please.. I think imma draw soon..idk man. No motivation ✌️🏳️‍🌈
Setting: Anna and Lane first "kiss"
3,061 words
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"Are you okay?" "....No."
"Laaaannnee," Anna exclaimed from the cupboard next to the tub... in the center of the room.
Lane turned to the excited woman as she was brushing her dark hair. "Mm?"
The scientist turned to the woman grinning as she held up a makeup bag as if it were a holy grail. “how do you feel putting expired makeup on your clean skin?”
Making a face Lane before refocused her attention on brushing her black locks “no thank you. I don't feel like being a makeup artist-”
“Well I do!” Anna playfully pulled Lane to sit on a chair before her.
Lane rolled her eyes as she laid her back down on the chair sighing “I love the freedom of choice in this country-”
Anna cut her off as she poked the cryptographers abdomen.
“Hey no! That's mean! I'm literally doing what you want!”
Anna rolled her eyes again as her lips lifted in a half smile “Just be quiet." Lane was about to retaliate when the scientist cut her off as she began to clean her face.
“...So-”
“Just shut up. you'll ruin your makeup.”
The Cryptographer let out a noise of protest only to be smacked on the shoulder by Anna.
“Ok.”
With nothing better to do, Lane sighed through her nose and focused on Anna's face, soaking in every detail from her pursed lips and furrowed brows to her sharp eyes. Her eyebrow twitched, "Does she know that? She resembles Dmitry so much, and yet she looks so different from him. When they concentrate, they both have the identical crease on their foreheads. Although Anna's is softer, more friendly? friendly." she bit her lips, forcing the chuckle in her from bubbling out. "Now there's something good.” Lane's lips curled into a smirk as she looked at Anna, who was hard at work with the concealer. The cryptographer mentally smiled as she noticed the small similarities between Anna and Dmitry… “They really are siblings”
Anna muttered, "Look up.."
Lane did as she was instructed, only for Anna to lean into her even more, supporting her body with her knee, which was now pressing firmly against Lane's own thigh.
Lane's gaze darted to Anna's blue eyes, only to find them turned aside purposefully. The scientists' whispered words passed over the woman's neck.
"what is it?"
Lane, hesitating, looked down before she met Anna's gaze. "You-...the concealer is cold." Lane bit her tongue and looked away disappointed, her anger swimming happily in her chest.
Anna muttered, "Oh, I'm sorry"
"No its fi-"
Lane's neck was hit by a warm breath.
The woman's eyes widened as her cheeks flushed, causing the young woman to shift her frantic gaze to Anna.
"Anna-"
The scientist turned her blue eyes to the blushing cryptographer before straddling her lap without warning.
The brown-eyed woman's breath caught as she stared up at the scientist above her completely confused.
"What are you doing?"
"What's the matter? We are both ladies, and we are friends, correct? It's nothing." Anna glanced down at Lane with an indifferent, slightly cold expression, and if it hadn't been for her own knowledge and Anna's flushed complexion, Lane would have accepted the scientist's comment.
Lane turned her gaze away from the woman, pressing her lips together.
Before either of them had a moment to think– She grabbed Anna's hips, pulling her closer; this bold action made the taller woman above her gasp in surprise.
Anna shifted her angry eyes to Lane, and it would have been justified to suppose Lane was going to get a cruel tongue-lashing from the glaring scientist. "What do you think you are doing?"
Lane looked up furiously at the piercing frigid eyes that cursed her. Her own frustration was visible in her olivine eyes. "We're just gal pals, no?" Lane smiled tightly "You said that meant nothing, right?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Anna's lips twisted as she looked away, enraged by her own words being thrown back at her so seamlessly. "I'm… sorry." Her words were murmured as she gazed at Lane with a sorrowful, even ashamed gaze. She so desperately wanted to tell her everything she was holding back simply because she wasn't ready to potentially turn her life on its head for her own feel–
A sigh escaped Lane's lips as her anger subsided at the sight of Anna's shame, “You know…you're the only… friend I do this with, right?” Lane's eyes found Anna's as she said “what about you?”
Lightly powdering the cryptographers face tentatively Anna let out a fragile hum. “Like I said. You're my first friend.”
“I'd say the same. If it were true.” Lane looked away. She felt the scientist's questioning gaze before hearing a very low, almost nonexistent whimper that was overcome with a cough in a futile attempt to hide its existence.
“Hm. So you've had other… friends?” Anna absent-mindedly powdered Lanes' face harder, avoiding eye contact.
Lane doesn't answer immediately, allowing Anna to move onto her brows. “If I said yes would you be angry?”
“No, why would I?” The scientist snapped glaring at Lane for a moment before turning back to drawing Lane eyebrows.
Lane's lips twitched as her eyes crinkled ever so slightly “are you sure? You sounded annoyed-”
Anna let out a loud, frustrated groan “why did you even mention past friends? I mean, it's not like you still think about them” Anna's eyes flint to Lane as if asking, "Do you? :
After not responding for a moment, Lane collapsed laughing as she laid on Anna's shoulder carefully avoiding smearing her makeup “sorry sorry… you just sound so mad!”
After a slight surprise at seeing the cryptographer express such emotion, Anna threw her hands up in the air, looking away, flushed. "I am not mad!”
Lane stared at Anna blankly before collapsing into laughter again as Anna looked away pouting.
Lane hugged Anna closer as she collected herself, still giggling on occasion. Anna's arms crossed as she tried to seem as if she were not enjoying this as much as she actually was. After a moment, Anna rolled her eyes and patted Lane's back as the woman tried to control herself.
Lane slowly lifted her head and looked at Anna “for your information: I've never had any… friends.” She leaned back on the chair. “not only was I closed off, but no one ever made an effort - or rather - never caught my attention enough for me to care about an effort… No one was that… special”
Anna huffed out a laugh “so what made me so special in your eyes? To be your friend I mean.”
With a completely straight face, Lane responsed “I don't know, to be honest. you're kind of a di-” The cryptographer cheeky response was cut off by Anna smacking her arm. Hard.
“ow! What was that for??”
Anna rolled her eyes then huffed smirking “oh spare me. you couldn't handle me if I didn't like you as much as I do. You should be grateful really.”
“Oh you like me?”
Anna blinked dumbfounded until she realized she said that. Anna responded shrugging while fidgeting with the lipstick in her hands “Well I am your friend, right? I think I need to like you a little to call you my friend”
Lane's eyes softened just as her lips pursued “Just so you know, I'm very grateful for that. For you liking me so much to… call me your friend. I'm glad I can be that for you. Especially in this-” She waves her hand in the air “-this abomination-infested world" The cryptographer let out a deflated laugh.
Anna glanced away, eyes downcast “Whatever guy that gets you… he'd … he'd better make you happy.”
Brows furrowed lane asked. "What do you mean?" Her head was gently guided, almost as if she were a delicate piece of artwork, to look at Anna as the scientist applied the final touch: the lipstick.
Anna hummed before responding “I mean you're smart and-” a giggle “despite that annoying face that rarely changes you have a lot of emotion” a head tilt “you're the most expressive squad member” Anna pulled away just as Lane let a out an unexpected laugh
“pah! Even more than Lester?” Lane cringed and rolled her eyes so furiously Anna worried they'd get stuck that way forever.
“If you look closely enough as i do, I'd say yes,” Anna laughed. “I'm just saying that whatever guy has you later on... he'll be lucky. You're kind, understanding, patient, and funny. In your own Lane-way.” Anna huffed a short laugh, looking downcast. “...make sure to choose a good one, okay? I don't think I could handle you crying for someone like that. I don't think I could willingly hand you to someone who isn't—” Me. “—good enough.” She smiled sorrowfully. “Make sure he treasures every moment with you... and plans a date at LEAST once a week! Also, he should get you a bouquet, even if it's just those flowers that grow in the cracks of stone and—”
“What if I—” Lane shut her mouth, teeth audibly snapping closed.
Anna looked into the cryptographer, who was looking at herself in the mirror. “What if you?”
After a short breath, Lane's eyes snapped mournfully to the sapphire eyes that looked at her curiously. “What if I don't even want a guy? What if all that you described I've imagined, but with... with you. Is that so bad?”
Anna's eyes widened as her heartbeat quickened. “Me? ...I—” her hand reached for Lane's shoulder--
“Bye, Anna!” The freckled girl waved happily before skipping away, laughing.
“Hm. Why do you act so weird with her? Do you like her?”
Anna froze as her eyes turned to her father's. Her lips pursed as she held the ends of his shirt. “What- Is…Is that bad?”
His face hardened as he looked away from his daughter. He grabbed her small hand and led her away from the house.
Anna looked back, glancing at her friend before sighing quietly and walking alongside her father.
- - Anna blinked and slipped away from Lane as if burned. “Yes! Yes, it is VERY bad—”
Lane barked out a bitter laugh as she stood up hard enough to push the chair to the floor. “Oh, for heaven's sake, Anna! Look around!” She spread her arms out to the room. “We're in a collapsing multi-million hotel room with abominations waiting right outside to eat our guts the second we give them the chance! I don't think kissing the girl I've been interested in would make things worse than they already are!”
Anna's eyes looked away as a dour look took form on her face. After a moment, she stepped toward Lane angrily. “Maybe not, but I don't want it. I don't want to kiss you here or there. So get that—that disgusting fantasy out of your head because it's not happening.” Anna hugged herself as she spat out the sentence as if having to say it disgusted her. Whether it was guilt or anger—Even she didn't know.
“What are you so afraid of?!” Those words tore out of Lane's throat as if they were waiting for their turn for ages. “What reason stops you from ever taking a step towards me? Is it all really just because you're afraid, or am I just crazy for trying to find a reason for you?!” Lane's voice cracked with unexpected emotion as she stepped close, reaching out to the icy blue-eyed woman, only for the one she wished to hold to step back—almost as if frightened by the cryptographer’s mere proximity.
"Maybe you are!" Anna yelled, stepping back. Her fingers clutched her shaking arms as she looked angrily at Lane, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks the moment she let herself go.
Lane covered her face as she laughed bitterly, groaning as her eyes snapped to Anna. “So that's it? No 'I'm sorry I can't' or a bullshit excuse like that?”
Anna hugged herself tighter as if she were holding herself up. She looked away, speaking harshly, trying to hold back the tears. “What do you even want me to say?”
Lane looked at Anna's shaking form, giving a resigned sigh as her eyes looked away. She whispered, “I want you to be honest with yourself.”
“I just was! I'm tired of you acting like there's something where there theres nothing-!”
Lane barked out a laugh. “Oh for f-, cut the crap, you damn sourpatch!” Lane stepped up to Anna, momentarily overcome with her own frustration. Her anger. “I know I might not be the most sane person in a room, but I'm not insane! All those accidental touches and long hugs weren't just in my head, and you know it!”
Anna's cheeks unintentionally flushed. Anna stepped toward Lane, equally upset. “Maybe not, but that doesn't mean anything!”
“Like hell it doesn’t!” Lane pushed against Anna's body, screaming in her face furiously. “I dare you to tell me you didn't mean anything more than that! That your heart never skipped a beat or you never wished to be in my pants you—!”
Anna's lips twisted in a vexed grimace. “What do you want?!”
"I want you to let me go!" Lane screamed those words to Anna, whose face froze, momentarily shocked. "If you're not willing to give me anything, then let me go! Stop being so possessive of me and let me be with someone else—!
Lane's protest was cut off as Anna pulled her into a desperately frenzied kiss. Anna, despite Lane's fingers clawing at her shoulders to get away, forced her tongue into the woman's mouth, gripping Lane's body almost painfully with her nails as if afraid the cryptographer would disappear if she let go.
Lane initially tried to pull away, appalled, not by the action of course, but by Anna's sheer boldness in playing with her as if she were a disposable plaything that could be used anytime Anna wasn't horrified by her own sentiments.
Unfortunately, Lanes will proved to be weak when it came to the blue-eyed wonder, as the cryptographer's passion and hunger for the scientist took over. She crashed Anna into the wall hard enough to shake the structure. Anna gasped at the impact as Lane took advantage to take control kissing the lady with all of her lust and desire she held for the woman that she wished to show, only to be pushed back at arm's length. Lane pressed her body tight into Anna's, her hands gripping Anna as if she was scared the blue-eyed lady would shove her away at any moment. Anna pushed her head farther into the kiss, almost violently biting, pulling, sucking, and licking away Lane's essence for her own.
Hands wandered each other's bodies roughly consumed in the void mixed of despair and want. Hands left burning trails on the others stomach, as the other left poor imitations of kisses on their neck
At Anna's whimper, Lane turned her kiss from rough and lustful to gentle and caring. Her hand retreated from Anna's breast to caress the scientist's cheek as seemingly unexpected tears rolled down the scientist's face.
After a brief moment, Lane gently pulled away with a choked laugh as her head fell on Anna's rapid moving chest. "I want hate you" Lane said quietly against Anna's chest, panting.
Anna looked down at the cryptographer, who was holding herself up by gripping her body tightly, almost desperately
Lans laughed self-loathingly: "I despise feeling. I don't want these feelings anymore." Lane glanced at Anna helplessly before looking down and laughing hollowly. "I don't… like these feelings anymore than you do, Anna." Lane took a step back as her thoughts gradually returned to her. Her eyes were downcast as she loosely hugged herself, "If it were up to me, I'd rip them from my chest without hesitation. It sucks to… feel so much for someone like you. I feel disgusting for you. I really want to hate you. By all accounts, I should despise you as much as i do myself." Lane laughed, and if she could cry, the tears would fall alongside her bitter laugh.
Lane raked her hands through her tousled hair, looking into Anna's lowered gaze. "Do you think it's easy to be given hope, only to have it shattered right before your eyes?"
Anna wanted to vanish to avoid Lane's defeated expression. "I-"
"Anna," Lane said as she exhaled softly, "I get where you're coming from. I understand you. I hear you. But I need you to comprehend my feelings. Anna, you must decide what to do or else this--" Lane motions between Anna and her. "Will End in a way that neither of us wants."
Anna sank onto the bed, cupping her throbbing head. After a moment, She swallowed audibly before looking at Lane, reaching for her hand. "Lane, I—”
Dmitry knocked and stepped in, just as his sister was reaching for Lane's hand. His brow furrowed slightly as he looked at his terrified sister: "Hm. Is everything okay? I heard yelling, and a painting fell from the wall." He jabbed his thumb behind him.
Anna, who instantly removed her hand, looked down defeated, "...all is OK. We had an argument and hit the wall several times. It's nothing."
Lane chuckled exhausted as she ran her hand down her tired face, "Ah yes. It's always nothing until it's something.
Anna smiled miserably. "I'm-"
Lane bit the inside of her lip, trying not to reveal how affected she was by the conversation in the current company. Despite her sentiments at that moment, she respected Anna enough not to reveal more than she would want. Shooting her conflicted eyes to Anna, Lane sighed silently and snapped a simple "No." Lane walked away, and Anna's gaze followed her shape. Her lips clenched as her heart broke at the seemingly simple thought that: this could very well be the final time Lane tolerates her and her... dilemma.
Dmitrys gave Lane a quick glance as she walked away, then returned his gaze to his sister, who was seated on the bed clutching her head. His lips pursed as he softly asked, "Is everything okay?"
Anna grumbled as she wiped her tear-stained cheeks. "...No."
Dmitry took a step toward his sister, his eyes showing a hint of worry now that they were completely alone. "Do you need to talk-"
"No. Not now, at least. I need to think. Please get out."
Dmitry's expression hardened; he merely nodded and closed the door behind him.
Anna, who was at the end of her strength, collapsed onto bed, her sobbing muffled with a pillow.
Dmitry, who was standing outside the door, looked back troubled when he heard his sister's sobbing. His hand yearned to open the door and take her into his arms, yet he shook his head and continued moving forward. Anna, Lane, and everyone else needed him to be the strong one, so that's exactly what he will be.
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changbinsboiledegg · 1 year ago
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i've been a silent reader for a while now and i rlly like your works so i'm going to request something lol
so skz reactions to a hyper independent s/o? like hurt / comfort genre, you can even like idk state why they are like this as well if you want :)
take your time and remember to drink water 💦
that's all bye ✌️
Heyo silent anon 🫶Thank you for the request! I'm glad you requested! I sincerely hope this is accurate depictions and that this is what you were hoping for. I took time to research a bit to,,, not suck at it? lol but please lmk if this is okay!! I don't want to accidentally offend anybody :((( also, thank you! Please drink water too, lovely!
GN! Reader X SKZ
Warnings: vague/ brief mentions of traumas leading to hyper independence, stress, burnout, uselessness, guilt mentions, injury, hurt/comfort, brief argument?, past relationship/ betrayal mention, negative thoughts, swearing, kinda. If I'm missing any, lmk. If anything is wrong, LMK!!!!!
Note: Thank you for your patience btw! I sincerely hope you have a good day and I hope these are to your liking & what you pictured! Okay I'll shut up now. As always, if no one told you today, ily! Take care.
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Chan
Chan knows you’re very self reliant and accepts that. He can’t force you to ask for help when you needed. But he wished you’d come to him and weren’t afraid to lean on his shoulder when you needed just as you offered your shoulder for him to lean on when he needed.
You were looking for your wallet that you must’ve dropped when you went to visit Chan in the studio. The studio was now empty, but Chan’s things were still inside which indicated he would be back.
Knowing he was busy, you wanted to hurry and find your wallet before he returned. You checked under and on top of anything in the studio but came up empty every time.
“Shit.” You muttered, trying to retrace your steps. You didn’t ask for help because you felt confident that you would find it on your own. After all, everything you’ve done for yourself had been on your own.
You closed your eyes, knowing you needed to find your wallet. It had everything you needed inside. You cursed yourself for being so careless.
“You came back?” Chan asked, entering the studio. You were on your hands and knees, trying to see if your wallet fell under anything again.
“Looking for something?” He asked when you didn’t immediately respond. You sighed, sitting up on your knees.
“My wallet. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” You quickly replied, looking around the studio from the height you were at. Chan started to help you look, despite having other things to do.
“Hey, seriously. I can find it. Go work on your music.” You tried to reassure him. Chan shook his head, “it’s not a problem. I want to help.”
You knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of stopping. This was one of the rare times he knew how to help when you wouldn’t ask.
“Chan—”
“Ah ha! Here you go, babe.” He handed your wallet to you with a satisfied grin. You took it from him, relieved, yet a feeling of defeat wash over you.
“Thank you.” You sighed, glancing over your wallet.
Chan put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Anytime. I mean it.”
Lee Know
You never asked for help. Especially when you really needed it. It’s just how you were conditioned. From childhood to adulthood, you were forced to do every thing yourself.
Whether the task was dangerous or not, you didn’t ask for help because you never really knew how.
You were changing a lightbulb that had went out during your study session. You grabbed a new lightbulb, a chair and a screwdriver to unscrew the light fixture.
This was something help would’ve been needed for. Not changing the lightbulb itself, but you seriously needed a spotter as the chair you were standing on was wobbly.
Minho was in the other room, talking to Jisung while you were changing the lightbulb.
You steadied yourself, attempting to screw the light fixture back on but the screw fell through your fingertips and on instinct, you tried to catch it before it hit the floor.
The screw wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor. You yelped as soon as your body thudded against the floor. You were blinded with pain for a few solid seconds when you were greeted by your boyfriend rushing to your side and trying to assess the situation before touching you.
“What happened?!” Minho asked, his expression laced with concern.
“Should I call an ambulance?” Jisung asked, shocked at what he was seeing.
“No! I’m okay!” You attempted to sit up but the pain went through your arm like shockwaves. Minho’s eyes widened, seeing your arm was broken.
“Yes, please call an ambulance.” Minho spared a glance at Jisung. You were about to shake your head, but a broken arm was beyond something you could simply fix yourself.
“My love, why didn’t you ask for help? You know that chair has a bad leg.” Minho’s tone was soft, trying to comfort you through your pain. You had a frown on your face, speaking up, “I didn’t need help— and that chair never gave me an issue before.”
“Maybe you didn’t need help to change the lightbulb, but definitely needed someone to keep the chair steady.” Minho grimaced at the way your arm had broken. You didn’t want to argue and seriously considered learning to ask for help as you were in a decent amount of pain.
“It’s okay to ask for help. I would rather you… not have a broken arm.” Minho tried to keep the mood light, even if he was freaking out inside. You slowly nodded, “I will ask… next time.”
You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but it gave Minho relief for the mean time.
Changbin
You went from feeling an extreme amount of stress to feeling an extreme amount of guilt.
You were carrying boxes to the trunk of your car. Changbin helped you with what he could grab when he swung by to see what you were up to. When he saw you moving boxes, he wanted to help and didn’t ask first because he knew your answer.
You tried to stick to the heavier boxes, not wanting him to deal with those due to the weight they held. Even though you knew he could probably carry three heavy boxes in one trip.
You picked up a box that was seemingly too heavy for you to lift without your legs shaking underneath the weight.
The stress of packing and moving, and now this, frustrated you to an unbelievable extent. Changbin saw how you struggled with the box and quickly went over to take it from you.
“No, I got it.” You argued, almost stumbling backwards. Changbin caught you— and the box, steadying you.
“Come on, let me take it. You’re going to hurt—”
“I said I got it!” You snapped. A look of hurt flashed over his face, but he still took the box from you and silently walked it out to your car.
Changbin didn’t say anything for a while, helping you move into your new apartment and you actually letting him, feeling guilty for snapping at him. Receiving help wasn’t a bad thing, but to you, it meant there was something you couldn’t do.
You wanted to prove to yourself always that you were capable of everything. Which you were, but that didn’t convince you.
“Changbin.” You spoke up as he had gotten the last box— the box that made you snap at him, inside. He wordless looked at you, still hurt from before. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly.
“I’m sorry. I was just frustrated but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that.” You apologized, the guilt only slightly melting away. Changbin’s arms wrapped around you after your apology and he kissed your cheek.
“I forgive you.” He finally spoke. You felt relief, although the guilt would remain for a while.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin was very aware of your hyper independence. He knew you were always busy. Not because there was anything you had to do, but because you always gave yourself things to do.
It was how you made yourself feel useful. You always had the need to be useful in some way.
Hyunjin wanted to help out in some way, ease the pressure off of your shoulders, not knowing it was how you allowed yourself to breathe.
He would clean for you, tidying things up for you, do your laundry when you were out. He even cooked or ordered takeout for you so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself after a long day.
“You really don’t need to do this for me.” You sounded slightly upset, but it wasn’t at Hyunjin. He knew this, luckily.
Hyunjin brushed off your tone and smiled, “it’s not a problem.”
You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. Especially when he showed you the smile that made your heart swell.
“I didn’t want you to feel suffocated in chores.” Hyunjin added, he took your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen now that you both knew there was nothing else for you to task yourself with.
He set the table and served dinner, both of you sitting across from each other.
You started to eat, at least allowing yourself to enjoy what your boyfriend had prepared. Hyunjin felt satisfied with himself once again, seeing how you looked when you relaxed.
“Thank you.” You finally thanked him, grateful. Hyunjin waved you off, smiling as he began to eat with you.
“Not a problem.”
You watched him for a few seconds, “this is really good. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.”
“You have.” He took another bite. “But again, thank you.”
Han
You never asked for help. The last time you asked for help resulted in you being hurt in a previous relationship. You tried to work through it, learn that not everyone is going to hurt you the way your ex did.
It was the day you got hurt and even though it didn’t hurt anymore, your heart seemed to think other wise. Jisung knew there was a specific day that bothered you inside, but never knew why. You refused to talk about it, even if deep down, you wanted to tell him.
You trusted Jisung, but there was always the suspicion creeping in and causing you to fight with yourself.
“Let’s go out to eat tonight. There’s a restaurant that just opened up.” Jisung invited, wanting to get your mind off of what was bothering you.
There it was again, the suspicion. ‘He’s going to break up with you during dinner.’ Your mind ran rampant with these thoughts.
‘He’s going to betray you like your ex did.’
You forced the thoughts back, telling yourself ‘Jisung is not like my ex. He’s better.’
Jisung’s heart sank at the lack of response. “Or… If you have something else in mind, I’m open to it.”
‘He’s only trying to lower your guard—’
“No! Yes, I’m up for trying this new restaurant.” You interrupted your negative thoughts. You weren’t going to let your past affect how you thought of Jisung and you certainly didn’t want to ruin his excitement.
Jisung smiled, his facial expression filling with relief. “Thank you. My treat—”
“No, I want to pay!” You objected, “you had a hard week.”
“No, no. I’m paying. I invited you, I should pay.” Jisung argued. You groaned, “no, Jisung. Come on. What if it’s expensive?”
“Then we can split the bill.” Jisung shrugged, “if I wasn’t already going to pay in full.”
And you let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.
Felix
You found yourself looking up how to do basic tasks, even if you’ve done them multiple times before.
You tend to do this when you’re feeling particularly burned out and can’t focus properly.
“Damnit.” You muttered, slapping your hand against your thigh in frustration as you misspelled a word. You deleted the entire search and retyped it, only to misspell the same word.
You felt like crying or screaming or throwing your phone. You knew how to do laundry. You couldn’t explain to yourself why it mattered so much that you needed to look it up right away.
You were burned out. Mundane tasks were difficult to complete and you wanted it done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
Looking up how to do certain things step by step was your way of convincing yourself it’s not that hard.
“Damnit!” You cursed a little louder, your hands shaking.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Felix asked, peeking over your shoulder at the misspelled question in the search bar.
It was then that he realized how you were struggling.
“Want me to search it for you?” He asked, even if he knew you already knew how to do laundry.
He also knew it was your way of dealing with your burn out. You, of course, shook your head.
“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute.” You took a deep breath in and retyped the question, finally spelling it right and reading what Google had to offer.
“Why don’t you rest. I will take care of it.” Felix started to lift the laundry basket before you protested. “Wait, no, I got it.”
Felix saw the way your hands were shaking from the high volume of stress. He gave you a small smile and shook his head.
“Rest.”
Seungmin
“Yes.” - “No.”
“Yes.” Seungmin stood firm on his ‘yes’. You two have been arguing back and forth, you saying no, him saying yes.
He was going to help you whether you liked it or not. Especially with something he bought.
“Seungmin, come on.” You pleaded, wanting him to let you handle putting together the shelf he bought.
“Nope. I’m helping. Look, I already have the box open— one second.” Seungmin quickly fell to his knees and opened the box quickly.
You pinched the bridge of your nose as he started to take out the parts and screws that came with it.
“Look, I already touched the instructions manual. Now I have to help.” Seungmin beamed, opening the manual.
“Um… can you help me?” He asked, handing you the manual. You sat with him and looked over the manual.
“Fine. Give me the screws and—“
“No. Then you won’t let me help.” Seungmin cut you off. You tilted your head at your boyfriend.
“Fine, Seungmin. You open the screws and I’ll hold the pieces together. Good?” You wished he wasn’t so stubborn, but then again, maybe it was something you loved about him among all of the other things.
Seungmin grinned, satisfied.
“Fine by me.”
I.N
You learned at a young age that ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. No one helped you unless they wanted to and you didn’t ask for help because you wanted things ‘done right’.
You wanted to come out of that mindset, feeling burned out from always relying on yourself.
But you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something you could come out of overnight.
“Jeongin? What are you… Hey, no.” You sighed, walking towards him after turning on the light. He was trying to clean the kitchen in the dark, not wanting to wake you up.
He knew that you’d feel stressed seeing the messy kitchen.
He didn’t want to see you so stressed and burned out like this. You started to join him, cleaning up, but Jeongin quickly moved over to stop you by taking your hands in his.
“Let me. I made this mess, after all.” Jeongin reassured, trying to justify cleaning the kitchen by himself.
“But it’s my kitchen.” You countered. Jeongin shook his head.
“It’s still my mess.”
“It’s still my kitchen.” You frowned, crossing your arms. Jeongin thought for a moment, trying to convince you that you don’t need to be the one to clean up all the time. Especially since it was his mess.
“If you threw my phone off of a cliff, would I need to buy a new phone or would you need to buy it?” He asked, tilting his head.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”
“Hypothetically.”
“I would need to buy you a new phone because I was the one that threw it.” You replied, not understanding his hypothetical question and it’s relevancy to him cleaning your kitchen.
“Exactly. Therefore, my mess in your kitchen is my problem. Goodnight!” Jeongin grinned cheekily before getting back to cleaning.
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Academic rivals and you really need to de-stress good thing great minds think alike 😋✌️
Ps im a wee bit tipsy n idk how to think rn so let use our ✨imagination✨ I love yall xxox
You're in the Hogwarts library and you're super stressed. So stressed you can't focus and this isn't the moment for you to get side tracked especially when he's studying as hard as you if not harder than you. 
In a corner nearby you hear a frustrated shout and the thudding of books being thrown. Getting up I cautiously look around the corner. By a set of empty tables is a hunched over figure running his hands through his hair. “Hey everything okay?” You ask shyly to walk up to them. 
“No.” his voice is all too familiar. The voice that haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies. I pick up the books, setting them on the table. “I keep on getting distracted,” he admits. I can see the bags under his eyes, probably reflecting those under my eyes. In the low light of the library and the dark outside he looks like a ghost from the ancient times we study about. His skin glows warmly and his eyes are shadowed. I find my breath hitching in my throat as he looks up at me with a certain look in his eyes. 
“If it helps I'm stressed I can't focus either,” you say helplessly. He pushes his chair back, his usually neat clothes are wrinkled, shirt pulled out and tie slightly undone. There's a sudden urge to fix it for him. Without a second thought my hand reaches out and pulls on his tie lightly loosening it. His deep eyes look at mine, surprised at me cold hands working his tie. Lowly I whisper to him, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He chuckles lightly, amused his hand rests on my waist. His tie finally undone and I keep hold of him. His proximity is electrifying. In the quiet of the library I can't seem to keep my thoughts from him. 
As if he has read my mind he starts, “there's this. This. This thing, person, that I can't keep off my mind. Wherever I go, whenever I try to not to think about them they just Weaste their way into the very crevasse of my deepest-” his fingers dig in a little tighter, “-depraved parts of me.” I bite my bottom lip. “Your turn,” he says, eyes looking at my lips then back to my hooded eyes.
“Hmmm.” I hum, sleep deprived and drunk on the feeling of his possessive hold snaking its way under my shirt. His fingers holding on to my bare skin, burning that spot deliciously with his touch. “I feel, I don't know.. I feel tense and stressed. You see there's this guy,” his eyebrows prick up interested, “he consumes my thoughts to the point where I can't focus,” I aggressively plant my hand on his chest, smiling as I slip into his lap as he pulls me closer. 
“Tell me who this guy is?” It's barely audible with the pulsing of blood in my ears. 
“If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone, He's the only one that can help my dire situation,” I mockingly plead, a dark look comes over him. Underneath me he shifts himself holding me down to feel him securely.
“I can't promise anything,” his hot breath tickles my neck. Asmall kiss marks where his lips were. I try so hard not to moan in relife at the feeling of him. “But I can promise i can relive some of that… stress,” hes mi.iteres away from my lips. Our breaths are one and the same. I didn't have a single helpful thought before and I don't have one now. I kiss him. Our lips meet in a tangled mess of need and desperation. I needed this. His hands pushing me into him forcing all coherent thoughts of the test out of my kind for good.
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