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thebirdandhersong · 1 year ago
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In for a few seconds to scream about OUAT and out again for a church retreat (limited internet usage time)! I shall return shortly :)
One of the things I will be doing is walking around and praying this weekend, and I would love to pray for you, so let me know if there's anything I can pray for (thanks, praise, requests, etc.)!!
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 6 days ago
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he’s such a little cutie what the hell 😭
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jakeyt · 1 month ago
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Covet: Chapter 12 (Sneak Peek)
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a/n:
hi, friends!
yet again, I deliver a 4,000 word 'sneak peek.' l m f a o.
like I've previously mentioned, the monstrosity that is Chapter 12 was initially part of Chapter 11. buuut due to these two being quite the stubborn pair, the chapters continue on their pattern of being much longer than the I anticipated. hopefully they tone down after chapter 12 comes out, but... there is no telling. lmao.
the chapter count has increased by like 2 (? I think.....) chapters, if you check out the masterlist you'll see that. the ideas just keep on coming on my long drives to work everyday, as I blast the playlist to this silly little story.
plz enjoy the cringe manip of Josh... I couldn't help making it. just had to see him in the booth at Jungle Juice for god knows what reason l o l.
Warnings: (as always: MDNI 18+); vivid recollection of unprotected p in v sex; self doubt; body image issues; sadness; heartache; pregnancy; mentions of infidelity (sry not sry, maya); as always, if i missed anything that is triggering to you, PLEASE lmk!
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Arguably, as you left that yoga class, you felt the most relaxed you had in a long while. 
Your belly was still heavy at your front, but everything else felt so loose. Weightless. It was nice.
Josh had decided afterwards that it was a good plan to get a couple of smoothies. And who were you to argue that? It was even more tempting since he’d offered to buy them.
The drive to and from all of your ventures had been nice. You two had listened to music most of the car ride – enjoying the soul music you’d both bonded over several years ago. 
But, as soon as “You’re All I Need To Get By” came on the shuffle, you quickly reached forward to skip past that one. And, it must have been your lucky day because as soon as that one was out of the way, the other song from that morning on the living room floor was playing. 
"(You Make Me Feel Like) A (motherfucking) Natural Woman", to your lovely surprise. Because why not?
The only songs you’d skipped and, of course, Josh had noticed. 
He’d snorted at you, making you glance in his direction. “What did Miss Aretha do to you?” 
“Nothing,” you shook your head with a lip stuck out. “Just didn’t feel like listening to those songs, I guess.”
I imagine your brother stark naked, inside of me, when I hear those songs, if you must know, you thought with a skip to your heart at the memory. And that’s just not what I need at the moment, Joshua.
And, with absolutely zero surprise, you were back in that damn living room. No point in skipping the songs, it seemed. The gray morning, rain pittering against the windows. The stupid idea you’d had, forever haunting your association with the Queen of Soul.
You’d just sat up on your elbows to watch him as he thumbed through the records, appreciating the view. “You pick and I’ll let you know if I like.”
And, as he’d searched through the albums, you’d just let your mind wander, right along with your eyes. . .
His body was a work of art. Always would be. Your favorite work of art. 
His thighs, ever-muscular, from the way they flexed when he’d move his body with his guitar on stage. 
That perfectly round ass that was undoubtedly gifted to him by the body gods. 
And his broad shoulders – strong to match his equally strong personality.
When he’d turned a bit towards you, you’d been given an image you’d never forget. His eyes, quickly scanning the back of a vinyl. And as he did so, your eyes had instantly found his straining dick. 
And, in the current moment, right next to his goddamned twin brother, you had to cross your damn legs at the thought of Jake’s dick. Fuck everything. Even if you shouldn't, all you wanted was Jacob Kiszka. All. You. Wanted. It was stupid to ever think you could convince yourself out of that particular desire. 
You could still imagine every detail from the morning. His tip, swollen from being pulled mid-sex. Your clit thrummed and twitched in current time at the thought, remembering how he'd still glistened from your dripping center. 
He’d turned to you fully, the Aretha Franklin vinyl in his grip – her Greatest Hits. You’d found his eyes. They were questioning, but you hadn’t been able to focus entirely on his glance. No, you’d looked away from his eyes to admire your most favorite parts of his body. 
His toned pecs and his solid stomach— fuck. They made you fucking weak.
There were truly no words for the way he was built— pecs naturally firm and rounded with lean muscle. 
And his stomach— just a little soft and the perfect finish to it all, complimenting him just right— finishing out his sturdy, powerful stature. 
His aura would always be compelling. He was utterly beautiful, with his sparkling amber-brown eyes, flowing chestnut locks – even longer now than then – and his sharp features. And the way he was built matched so well with how he carried himself. Without even trying, he could control any room he was in. 
(And control you with a simple snap of his fingers.)
He was honestly what all of your dreams were made of.
And, in moments from the past, like the sacred one you were remembering. . . you remember wishing everyday – more than anything – that he was yours. Still wanted him to be yours. You could remember thinking. . . no matter how bad you could be for him, your selfish wants had you constantly feeling pulled towards Jake.
But. . . he wasn’t yours. Not then. Not now. 
And that bitter thought had helped to snap you out of your trance on that simplistic, perfect morning. You'd finally looked at him to answer. 
He was smirking, knowingly. “I love your body, too, Beautiful.”
Your thighs pressed even closer together as you tapped out the beat of the current song on your thighs. A Minnie Riperton song. Just focus on Minnie. Tried to remember the moment you were currently in. . . But you couldn’t. Not yet.
Wait. Minnie. This song. You focused for a second. Was fucking "Memory Lane" playing? O-kay. Your life was truly hilarious. (Meaning, it was, in fact, not hilarious in the slightest.)
You tried to tune her out, rejecting the lyrics that hit far too close to home for your taste. But all that happened when you tuned her out, was Jake repeating the statement about your body. . . You could only hear those words from his mouth on repeat when you squeezed your eyes shut, so tightly.
With a gentle touch, you placed a hand to the bottom of your tummy to hold it. Your body now was nowhere near the same as it had been then. . . 
How the fuck would he talk about your body now? You knew how he felt about some of your newer assets. But. . . how would it feel now to hear him say things like that about your body? During sex? His dick, impossibly hard and leaking for your current, swollen body? Your belly, your bigger breasts? Your fuller thighs. . . Would he look at you the same during sex now? 
Fuck. Why were you even thinking like that?! You were imagining things that were only breaking your heart. . . Getting your mind in a dangerous space it did not need to be in.
Realizing it was slightly safer in your memories, you leaned back against your headrest to feel the rest of the moment.
You’d flushed at the words then. Even going the extra mile to roll your eyes. Tried your best to play off the way his words made your heart flutter. Ridiculous attempt. With a peek briefly at the record, you nodded at the choice. “Aretha is always a yes.”
“Agreed.”
He’d turned to put it on the Crosley, and as soon as the needle hummed against the record, making its wonderful crackling sound, you knew he’d made the right choice. This record was something else.
And now, the Greatest Hits vinyl held your heart in ways you could’ve never imagined on that rainy morning.
You could remember how it felt to watch him – the intoxicating combination of seeing him walk back to you, with some of the most incredible music backing him. . . Shit. (If you know, you fucking know.)
“I hope you don’t mind. I skipped past the first few,” he’d said as he came back to you, falling to his knees beside you. So near to you and ready to resume sex with you. There'd been no constraints. No girlfriends. No ugly voice in the back of your head telling you how terrible you were for him. Things were still perfect. 
You’d smiled up at him. “Perfectly fine. This is the best song on the entire record anyway.” 
“I think so, too,” he said, eyes lifting with a grin.
God. You felt tears climbing your throat, right next to Josh, as you thought of his sweet face. The smile on his lips that could have cured every single piece of trauma ever. . . If you would have let it. He was so goddamn perfect. And you were. . . well. . . you.
Then, he’d come back to you. Laid on his back for you as you angled your body to straddle him, sinking onto him.
The look on his face when you fucked him was one of your favorite sights. He’d always watched you so closely. . .whether it be your face, your breasts, your ass, or your center that wrapped around him, so tight. He’d scrunch his brows and let his mouth open a bit with certain movements of your hips, and bite his lip at other times. . . 
But, in moments like this one, with one hand holding your face while the other gripped your hip, a small, close-mouthed smile on his soft, plush lips. . . His emotion-filled eyes, boring into yours . . .
Your world had always tipped slightly on its axis when he’d do shit like that. Moments like the one from many mornings ago. . . Those moments had never failed to make a whole lot of gray in what should have been a strictly black and white situation. 
And, as you’d listened to the soulful voice flowing quietly from the record player, your thoughts drifted further. . .
When my soul was in the lost and found,
You came along to claim it.
I didn't know just what was wrong with me,
Till your kiss helped me name it.
The song had perfectly summed up how you felt about this man. The same man who had once been the bane of your existence, was now a light on your darkest days. 
And, in the present time. . . the father of your baby. Fuck.
As you’d glanced down to watch him, his hips had begun to move on their own – never failing to make you feel complete and right. . . You truly couldn’t imagine your life without him. 
Having him around made you feel . . . whole. Without even knowing or trying, he’d helped you find missing pieces to your puzzle. Found hidden pieces of your soul that you hadn’t seen in a long time. Some good pieces. Some bad pieces. But all necessary pieces of you. Pieces you’d forgotten even existed. And by simply being near you, he made you feel authentic in a way you’d never felt with another man. 
As you’d continued riding him, you had leaned down on your forearms to get close to his face. His handsome, handsome face. You’d given him a long kiss. A kiss that you’d hoped, then, was able to say thank you. . . Because, truly, you were so grateful for him. 
But when you’d separated your lips from his and pressed your perspired forehead to his own, you’d found the deep pools of his eyes that held so much of your world in them. And you’d known then that you had to say the words out loud.
“Thank you,” you’d whispered, hoping he’d understand as new tears had clouded your vision. Your hips were moving languidly at the perfect pace, matching the slow rocking of his hips. You’d been holding onto him, keeping rhythm with the beautiful, now-special song.
He’d held your gaze for more than a few moments, a secret smile forming in his eyes as he spoke. “Thank you.”
You’d studied him seriously, the feeling in his eyes seeming to match the longing in your heart. Both of you had stayed there for a minute, taking the other in. 
You’d kissed him once more. And, rather than continuing the conversation, you’d focused on finding a release for you both. 
That hadn’t even been “You’re All I Need To Get By”. . . Not yet. No, that song, that blissful melody from your memory, was “You Make Me Feel (Like A Natural Woman)”. . . And that he did – he made you feel like the melodies of that song. Always would. He was every lyric of that song, sealed forever in your heart that way.
But the next song. . . When you’d fallen apart on top of him. And him, just barely pulling out in time, to finish onto your tummy. . . All while the song had been surrounding you, enveloping your senses. . .
“Y/n!” Josh’s voice called to you from the current moment, his fingers making you jump a bit, your eyes hurriedly blinking open as he continued to snap in front of your face. “Earth to y/n!”
Fuck. How were you going to explain getting lost like that? Thankfully, your eyes had been closed almost the entire time. You could just say you’d been sleeping. 
“I was just sleeping, Josh,” you lamely explained, looking to your right, hoping you were already at the cafe.
And, for once, fate had worked in your favor, as he’d just parallel parked at Jungle Juice. Perfect timing. Avoid avoid avoid.
You hadn’t missed the curious look in his eye after your barely-there explanation or the way he’d opened his mouth to begin to question you. But as soon as he’d parked, you were hopping out of that Jetta. 
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You were just sitting down, pomegranate smoothie in hand, at a table inside. Josh was still at the counter, you having instantly put distance between the two of you. As you sat, your mind briefly drifted to the mundane task of taking a seat. You noticed how much easier than normal it was to simply sit comfortably, thanks to the yoga. 
Soon, Josh was sitting down across from you. And, after he took one tiny drink of his smoothie, he pushed it ahead of him with a huff. His fluffy mess of curls flowed around his head with the noise. 
There should’ve been no surprise when he didn’t drop what you'd started in the car. His ass had practically just touched his booth bench when he was asking you. “What the fuck is it with those songs?”
“What?” You crinkled your brow at that. He hadn’t ever been around before for you to skip past those songs. For all he knew, you’d literally fallen asleep after the relaxing yoga class. “Just didn’t feel like hearing them today. And I got tire–.”
“Jake gets weird when they come on, too. . .,” he interrupted with a raised brow, trailing off as if lost in thought while addressing you. “Specifically “You’re All I Need”,” he mumbled, sort of to himself as he looked down at the table. Then his eyes flashed back to yours. “And, no. You were not sleeping. Faker.”
Damn. Yeah, there was no explaining your way out of this one. Were you really going to have to be honest with him? It did not feel like the time – for more reasons than one. But you decided you’d say what you could. . . Maybe you could make him uncomfortable enough to move on. . .
“Jake and I just had some incredible sex to those songs,” you began, eyes not once leaving his. He held firm, even after that blatant statement. Okay. Second try. But you had to look down for this part, too embarrassed to look at Josh as you said it. “Got really close to making the baby that morning rather than the night we got high. He pulled out just in time to aim it on my bell–.”
“Noooo thanks,” the curly-headed twin stopped you, holding up a hand with his lips turned down. “That’s enough. Truly. Thank you, I now know what I need to know.”
You raised a brow, a tiny smirk on your lips as a laugh squeaked past your lips. “Joshua. You didn’t need to know any of that.”
“Well. . . maybe you’re right,” he surmised with another small sip from his green drink. 
“I usually am,” you answered, relieved that he’d gotten all he wanted – no, needed – to know. “So, how are things going with–?” “Also, you are not ‘usually right’, my dear,” he corrected you, air quotes and all. His nose twitched with his own grin as he watched you narrow your eyes in his direction. “I can tell you that right now. Your little speech from last night. . . You and Jake both. Fuck,” he snorted before taking another drink. He covered his mouth with a silent laugh before smoothing the hand down the side of his face. “Both of you are the worst liars to ever live.”
The breath you should’ve been breathing got stuck in your lungs. Where was he going with this? This had the potential to be an extremely embarrassing and awkward conversation you weren’t in the headspace to have. “What are you talking about, Josh?” 
“You and my twin, claiming you were ‘nothing’,” he began, lips quirked with a close-lipped grin and the air quotes coming out to play again with the word you’d both used to describe your situationship. “That all your relationship was was one night of meaningless sex that resulted in my niece or nephew.”
Niece, you silently added. You suddenly wanted to tell him really badly. But you would let Jake do that. Made a note to tell him he could do that whenever he was ready. 
“I just find it funny,” he finished, his mouth still curved into a smirk. “I’m pretty sure we all knew that you were lying out of your asses. Well. . . except for that Theo guy. He’s kind of a moron.”
How did you even respond to this? Did you lie? Confide? Half-heartedly agree? Completely avoid it and tell him you didn’t want to discuss it? Fuck if you knew. 
So, you just began talking. 
“How are you so confident in this assumption that we were lying about it being nothing?” You quizzed him, taking a drink to hide a little. “You didn’t even know that we were doing it while we were doing it. Did you ever stop to think that maybe you didn’t know because it was nothing more than sex?”
“Oh, y/n. How in the world can you begin to question my empathic tendencies? You know I’d sensed the difference in Jake,” he reminded you, noting back to your day of the first OB appointment. “And, the more I thought back on it, I remember there being a rise in your spirits during the summertime as well. . . Only towards the end of it did you get all mopey. When, I can only assume, you started doubting yourself and Jacob. Enough so that Jake wanted to host a night to raise your spirits. . .,” he trailed off, taking another drink before tapping a finger to his chin, sitting the cup on the table.
“But, yes. You were nothing, mhm,” he continued with a sardonic nod, closing his eyes briefly with a mischievous grin before he was looking at you again. “You both were noticeably different – good different. And he noticed every shift in your mood. . . You got emotional way back on the day of that first ultrasound when I brought up his relationship with Maya. . . Um, what else? Oh! The motherfucker takes you to therapy! Of course he does, because you feel safe with him. Big fucking deal, by the way. And, yes, I know all of this, y/n – I’m watchful. Don’t you argue that fact with me,” he pointed at you with a raised brow and a slight smile. “. . .But. You were nothing. Okay.”
Well. “I–.”
“And then last night,” Josh giggled, taking a sip of his smoothie before placing his hands on the table in excitement. “Jake had his hands up your shorts, touching you. . . like that in front of everyone–.” 
“It was a card he was playing, Jo–.”
“. . .Whispering in your ear, your fuckin’ body reacting to it. His bodily reaction to it – I mean, with an unfortunate glance downwards, anyone was privy to that situation in his pants,” he outwardly cringed, lips turned down as he shook his head at the thought. He’d been that noticeably hard? Fuck. “And then, going to the bathroom to relieve himself with everyone in the living room!” Josh couldn’t stop his wail of a laugh at the end of the last line, attracting multiple eyes from fellow customers at the sound. 
“Josh, be quiet–,” you tried to intervene, once again getting stopped with his rambling.
“Well, not everyone, per se. I wish Elsie could have experienced that shit,” he shook his head again, but this time with a laugh as if remembering a fond memory. “She would have gotten a kick out of the free porn!”
Free PORN?! Josh.
“Joshua!” You were stunned, his voice still a higher decibel than it should have been for a proper establishment like Jungle Juice. Voice hushed, you leaned towards him. “Please quiet the fuck down.”
He observed your expression, still cackling. But soon, it calmed down. Calmed down enough to where he was still letting out little huffs of laughter, but his eyes bulged a bit. He seemed to remember at that very moment that it wasn’t just the two of you. Face set straighter than before, he turned, looking around to hastily address the people near you with an apology. 
Meanwhile, your cheeks were positively burning at everything he’d said. How in the hell did you even begin to address that shit? And why was it always on you and never Jake? 
When he was facing you again, you decided to try that line. Just to gain your bearings. “Are you going to quiz Jake like this? Or is it only the emotional pregnant lady who’s getting the heat?”
“Oh, he got it first. I actually crashed his and Maya’s morning this morning,” he replied, waving it off. Your stomach dropped at the thought of them in bed together, like you knew it shouldn’t. “Well. . . if I can even phrase it as such. Maya was getting completely ignored by him. He’d separated himself as much as possible from her, his body was practically pushed against the wall. I know she noticed how far detached he was, though. . . She was looking his way when I barged in, a sad look on her face and everything. Poor thing. Didn’t take much for me to make her leave.”
The way you snorted at that was unstoppable. He what? “Josh! You made her leave?”
“Well, again – if I can even phrase it like that,” he shrugged, one hand waving nonchalantly in the air with a roll of his eyes. “Like I said, she was already awake when I went in. I think she’d just woken up to notice he’d pulled totally away from her,” he grit his teeth, baring them with a hiss as he shook his head. “So it didn’t take much more than me asking if I could please talk to my brother for her to leave. She was already kind of pissy, so she readily agreed. I’m sure she thought I was going to confront him about blatantly cheating on her in front of us all.”
Blatantly cheating. Harsh words. True words. You felt guilty at them. Because, yes, you’d completely joined in on Jake’s antics – helped him be unfaithful to her. To be fair, you couldn’t have stopped yourself if you tried. . . Hence your new determination to be nothing more than a friend. 
As much as it sucked.
“Did you? Confront him?” Was all you could croak out. 
“I did confront him about it, yes,” he nodded assuredly, his tone stern. Damn. Was he actually super pissed? Why had he been all giggly if he was so angry? 
So, you started apologizing. You felt really bad and you didn’t know what else to do. 
“I’m sorry, Josh. I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t–.”
“Help yourself?” 
You blinked with a nervous gulp. “Yes. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, of course not,” he replied, intonation light once again. You blinked again, this time in shock at the change in attitude. He continued before you could question it. “He couldn’t either, it seemed. There was no other reason for him to act so rashly in front of all of us.”
It was silent for a few seconds, your brain blanking on what to even respond to that. You were curious what he’d said to Jake. What Jake had responded. But you were scared to ask – didn’t want to make even more of an ass out of yourself by prying. 
Thankfully, Josh kept on before you could consider it any longer. “So, I told him this morning,” Yes! He was going to divulge. You tried not to look too interested. He cleared his throat, his eyes finding yours seriously, your stomach dropping at what he could have said. “I told him that if he’s going to do that shit, he needs to keep it out of Maya’s sight. Because, while I don’t condone cheating, I do condone my brother being happy. And hopefully, she’ll be out of the picture soon anyway, so the cheating won’t even have to be a thought. Keeping it out of her sight and all - won’t be an issue.”
Stunned. You were stunned. What the fuck?! Josh had told him what?!
You couldn’t stop staring at him. Your eyes, wide and expression shocked. The way your mouth hung open would have been more embarrassing had you been more aware of how much it gaped. But before you could give it much more thought, you were talking without thinking. 
“Excuse me?” You responded, rather loudly, you must say. "You told him what?!"
“Y/n!” Josh laughed, eyes bugged, pointing towards you before waving his hands theatrically around the restaurant. “‘Please quiet the fuck down.’”
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a/n: I, personally, value Josh's opinions on the matter...... what about you? ;)
also. free porn. l m a o.
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hedwig221b · 7 months ago
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Out Of Context Lines ✍🏻
Tagged by @queenofosm heeeeyyy 💜
The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
Stiles hoped that when Derek tasted another’s lips he would remember him. When he would hold another’s body with his big arms, he would remember how Stiles’ body felt.
The softest tags ever: @dear-massacre @invisible-storyteller @endwersed @arver7 @thotpuppy 💖
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ge · 4 months ago
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rereading asuras upload of this recent chapter and tang gunak is soo fine.. such a closet freak.. i can not wait until he becomes just another wife in chung myungs ever growing harem..PLEASE HURRY...!!!!
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nyxfaei · 3 months ago
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Remember when Noel first showed up and a lot of us were convinced he was Kayne in disguise showing up to fuck with arthur?
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New Stray Kids comeback, you probably don't know what that means!
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Part one of memes made from @ao3-crack posts+the first skz five star photoshoot!
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girlscience · 5 months ago
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I hate getting into something that has a canon(ish) sapphic couple, but I only end up caring about one of the two women 😭😭😭
#warrior nun? only cared about beatrice couldn't really get behind ava much#the locked tomb? INSANE for gideon. harrow is like cool I guess (I feel like I should like her more than I do idk)#and now dungeon meshi. I knoowwwww I'm going to love falin. 10 episodes in and I already find her relatable and awesome and so cool and sexy#AND SHE BECOMES A DRAGON LIKE FUCK MAN (she's still dead atm but soon soooooon)#marcille on the other hand?? I mean she's fine... but I'm not really drawn to her (I like namari a lot more tbh)#and the thing is I know part of it is the feminization of all three of them#I am not attracted to femininity pretty much ever (outside of a super sexed up version in which case gugh)#and ava and marcielle both have a very bubbly personality type that has never really drawn me in ever#they can have cool stories and I can enjoy them in that. but I have no desire to seek them out outside of that#and harrow... honestly I think it might be the way fandom sees her that makes me not care much about her?#also my feelings about the series as a whole by the end of nona probably don't help#BUT I definitely think a big part for all three is the femininity. none of their counterparts that I DO love are overly fem#(and HONESTLY I don't think harrow should be either and the fact hardly no one actually makes her butch the way I see her pisses me off)#((she CANONICALLY hated her long hair!!!!!!!!! stop giving her anything more than a buzz cut I'm going to attack you!!!!!!))#also. marcielle has green eyes and I'm sorry but I just can't 😭#I need every single character ever in existence to only ever have brown/black or gold/yellow eyes#stop with the blue and the green 😭 please#ANYWAY POINT BEING: I hate that this happens to me because I end up not getting obsessed with the ship#and mostly only getting into the single character but then I don't want to read fic about just one person#so I try out the ship stuff and shocker no one writes the other character in a way I like so I don't read it#and then I feel bad cause all my ships and main characters I'm obsessed over are men#and then I complain all the fandom favs and mcs in stories are men#but like I'm contributing to the problem!!!! but like I'm not attracted to hannibal but I like his personality#I'm not attracted to optimus but I love how fucked up his whole deal with megatron is#I DO love both luffy and zoro even though I'm not really attracted to either of them#the lotr/hobbit ships.... eh I love the world and I love dwarves and I will do anything for them so the characters don't matter much lol#AND THATS THE ISSUE 😭 the worlds of warrior nun and tlt and most of what i've seen of dungeon meshi don't really entrance me much#so I don't get into the ships for that. and I'm not attracted to both people in the ship. and I can't relate/project on both in the ship#and sometimes I find one character type less likable/annoying so that makes me not want to engage
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gilligould · 5 months ago
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pride day :) 🏳️‍🌈
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beesorcery · 1 year ago
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good gracious.
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luvhughes43 · 5 months ago
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the boy is mine | quinn hughes
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summary: yn meets quinn hughes and is instantly captivated by him, leading to him inspiring and starring in her new single "the boy is mine"
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user01 our soon??
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user02 love you !!! cannot wait to see what youre working on
user03 you guys... quinn hughes liked this...
user04 NEW MUSIC?? OHH IM UP.
user05 i'm seated. the record store employees are scared and asking me to leave because "it's not even out yet" but im simply too seated.
6 MONTHS EARLIER
how can it be? you and me
might be meant to be, can't unseen it
but i don't wanna cause no scene
im usually so unproblematic
so independent, tell me why
'cause the boy is mine, mine
it was supposed to be for album promotion. sitting in the stands at rogers arena - right behind the home bench so the camera had easy access to see your dazzling face as the game unfolded in front of you. "he's kind of cute," your best friend courtney leans in towards you, pointing out one of the players only a few feet away from you behind the glass.
HUGHES. 43.
you study his side profile for a second - not giving him any real attention. you were here strictly on business and if people started suspecting you were eyeing somebody who was rumoured to be in a relationship (you checked) you knew that your publicist would call you in distress.
"i think hes taken," you whisper back, nervously eyeing the people sitting around you.
courtney nudges you with a small chuckle, "you checked?"
you playfully nudge her back, before settling back into your seat. to tell the truth, you were on a strict "no dating" rule ever since your ex boyfriend ran his mouth to page six detailing how you "cheated" on him with someone in a relationship. it wasn't a true story of course, but everyone flocked to the headlines anyway as an excuse to call you horrid names and say i just never liked her anyway!
hughes turns around then, and you feel your breath hitch as the speakers call out your name and your flushed face is plastered across the jumbotron. "you so like him," courtney laughs and you can't help but join her.
"portia's gonna kill me,"
"oh come on! a new relationship is a publicists dream... plus, i think he likes you. he literally cannot stop staring," you look to where courtney points and you see the defensemen skating towards centre ice - his eyes flicking towards you before he grounds himself in the game.
butterflies immediately fill up your chest and you know your screwed. the boy is mine.
something about him is made for somebody like me
baby, come over, come over
and God knows i'm trying, but theres no use in denying
you don’t know how she did it, but as soon as the final buzzer rang courtney was pulling you up and out of your seat and dragging you through the various corridors of the arena. “where are we going?” you ask, letting courtney pull you along.
“i’ve got connections babes,” she replies before coming to a halt in-front of a door. she knocks twice and a nice man wearing a suit opens the door slightly.
“you all good?” he turns his head and yells into the room.
“court…” your confusion is clear but before you can ask any questions the man swings the door open and your face to face with the canucks roster. “courtney!” you hiss lowly and she squeezes your hand tightly.
“you’re welcome…” she teases as she drops your hand and steps into the room.
as if your eyes were magnets, you lock eyes with quinn. his cheeks tinge with pink, and you quickly avert your gaze.
the man from before introduces you to the room - even though it’s not really necessary. your “scandals” have been plastered all over the news since your brief hiatus from music left everyone bored and in need of gossip.
"hughes - i mean uh quinn. i'm quinn," the man from the ice stutters as he reaches a hand out towards you. you slip your hand into his and with an awkward pause you two drop your hands.
"im y/n," you reply with a small smile and courtney silently slips away to greet the other players.
the boy is mine
i can't wait to try him
let's get intertwined
the stars they aligned
the boy is mine
watch me take my time
i cant believe my mind
the boy is divine
everything happened surprisingly fast. one minute you were sharing your number with quinn - against all rational judgement - and the next the two of you were taking any gaps in your schedules to spend time together. coffee dates turned into lunches, which turned into dinners, and then there were nights wrapped in each others sheets. it was all so crazy and fast - and it turned out that quinn wasn't seeing anybody after all.
please know this aint what i planned for
probably wouldnt bet a dime or my life on
there's gotta be a reason why
my girls, they always come through in a sticky situation
say, "it's fine"
happens all the time
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courtney miss youu
user06 cuties !!!!
user07 quinns liking her posts again...
user08 he saw her at his game months ago and instantly folded... i respect that in a man
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trevorzegras what the dog doin
user09 now who's damn dog...
user10 TOULOUSE???
user11 ? who tf is toulouse
user12 it's yns dog!! istg she and quinn are dating
when you don't think the rumours are true but... your attention is stuck on your phone screen as your leaked song plays in the background of a tiktok. a pretty blonde girl lip syncs your song with annoyance and you watch the video a total of three times before clicking on the caption. "guess she fantasized about my bf too much and now hes hers lol... she's sick."
"do you know this girl?" you ask quinn and he lazily looks up from the pasta he's cooking. you mute the video as chills go up your spin. there is absolutely no way that quinn was seeing someone when the two of you first got together all those months ago.
"no why, is she your friend?" quinn replies easily.
you stare back at the video and all of the interactions it has. over two-hundred-thousand likes and all the comments are bashing you for something you didn't even do. you were so beyond tired of this situation and people using your name for attention. "no, i don't know her either," you respond distantly. you forward the video to your managers and hope they can rectify the situation.
"it's nothing," you dismiss your earlier question when you realize that quinn is still lingering on you. he reluctantly nods before turning his attention back to his pan. "thanks for coming here by the way - i know your schedules insane," quinn speaks up, mentioning the break in your studio time to come visit his lake house in michigan.
"thank you for inviting me," you set your phone down - completely committing to ignore the online drama and to focus on what's in front of you.
something about him was made for somebody like me
baby, come over, come over
and God knows i'm trying, but theres no use in denying
you had never spent so much time in one place. you were only supposed to be in vancouver for a few studio sessions with a producer native to the city - but ever since meeting quinn you became enamoured with the city. but it wasn't just vancouver either - you were also splitting your time between michigan as well. which, before meeting quinn was just a single stop on an 100-show tour.
but strangely despite everything, vancouver feels like home as you begin navigating your new album cycle and the words of 'wisdom' from your publicist portia who - you swore was only discouraging you from your relationship so she wouldnt have to stave off angry people on social media.
"i was thinking... gossip girl marathon and we order-in?" quinn suggests as soon as you step foot into his apartment. your mind settles as youre welcomed into your boyfriends space.
"have you ever watched gossip girl?" you ask, tossing your bag onto the couch before sliding up next to quinns spot in the kitchen. he had various online menus pulled up on his laptop, ready to order whatever you desired.
quinn hums, "i watched it with my mom when i was younger. i'm team blair,"
"team blair?" you gasp, "ohh you were made for me," you laugh lightly as you point towards one of the menus on his screen. "i'm so down to watch gossip girl,"
"do you wanna go set up the tv while i order the food?" he asks and you kiss him on the cheek before making your way into his living room.
the boy is mine
i can't wait to try him
let's get intertwined
the stars they aligned
the boy is mine
watch me take my time
i cant believe my mind
the boy is divine
"i think we should riff off 'fantasize'," you speak to your music producer - max - finally wanting to take back the energy from your leaked song. you were tired, and with quinn away on pre-season hockey duties you were bored. "something more sophisticated," you explain as you click through various samples and instrumentals. you finally land on one half-finished record and the lyrics immediately come to you.
"the boy is mine..." you hum along to the empty track as you pull out your notes app. "i can't wait to try him-" you continue, rapidly noting lyrics in your app.
by the end of your studio session the basic structure of the song was completed and you knew you had a hit on your hands.
and i know it's simply meant to be
and i, take full accountability for all these years
promise you i'm not usually
like this, shit, its like news to me
but i can't ignore my heart, boy
"the boy is mine, i can't wait to try him..." you sing quietly to yourself as you search pinterest for music video inspiration. "let's get intertwined... the stars they aligned..." quinns smirk immediately presses against your soft shoulder. he trails light kisses across your shoulder blade and up to your neck, silently begging you to continue singing your newest song.
"the boy is mineee..." his soft lips are ticklish against your skin but you can't help but lean into his grasp.
"i love when you sing," he mumbles and you tilt your head to rest against his. halle berry's cat woman buzzes in the background but neither of you are paying the movie any attention.
you hum, "oh yeah?"
he kisses your shoulder again and you fix your gaze back onto your laptop screen before lightly closing it and setting it to the side. "i still don't know what i'm going to do about the music video,"
quinn lays back in bed and allows his gaze to fixate on the tv. "what about catwoman? i'd bet you'd look good in a cat suit" he teases. you knew he wasn't being entirely serious but halle berry easily captures your attention as she dazzles on screen in her catsuit.
"the boy is mine," you hum lightly, completely enticed with quinns idea for your music video.
i can't wait to try him
lets get intertwined
the stars, they aligned
the boy is mine
watch me take my time
i can't believe my mind
the boy is divine
boy is mine
the male lead for the boy is mine video is a no-show. multiple calls to his personal phone, calls and emails to his managers and agency, everything is left unanswered.
quinn🤍🌙: i'm out front. i got your favourite drink
you sigh with relief as you quickly excuse yourself from the upset mass of production staff and your cinematographer.
"hey, what's wrong?" your boyfriend of almost a year asks with concern etched across his features. you blink slowly and all your frustrations manifests into tears.
"the shoot is going so bad," you breathe heavily, "and we're so behind schedule,"
quinn wipes away your fallen tears with his thumb. "why what's happening?"
"the male lead hasn't shown up yet and he and agency aren't answering our calls," you lean against quinn and he easily wraps a hand around your waist. "i've filmed most of my solo shots but i know the crew is getting upset and i don't know what to do. we're trying to find a replacement but-"
"i'll do it," quinn says quietly and measuredly.
"what?" you blink and pull away from him slightly. quinn passes you your drink and you allow the coolness of the cup to soothe some of your nerves.
"i'll be in the video" he repeats. "if you want- i mean i don't want to overstep or-"
you lightly tap quinns hand with your own. "i'd love if you were in the video," you say softly, nerves completely dissipating with his comfort and the solution to your problem. "thank you," you kiss his cheek.
less than an hour later quinn was fitted in his costume and was debriefed on the scenes he would be filming.
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you left quinn to film his presidential speech sequence so that you could get ready to film the catsuit portion of the video. your dress was tight and your brown wig made you take on your pop-girl persona that you'd been sheltering ever since the infidelity allegations ruined your reputation.
"oh you look so good," quinn wanders up to you as soon as you step onto the apartment set. he eyes your latex dress before smoothing a hand down your side gently. "i was right about the outfit," he jokes easily and you lean against his side while the crew finishes marking the next scene.
"you don't look too bad yourself," you blush under the weight of his gaze. you trail one of your hands up the front of his chest before realizing where the two of you were. not like it would be a crime to ogle your boyfriend on your music video set... but still.
"how was filming your speech?" you ask, pulling away from him slowly.
"only forgot my lines once!" quinn jokes with a laugh, to which you immediately join in on.
"that's my boy!"
"okay, y/n - quinn, we're ready for you two now," your lovely director calls out across the set.
PRESENT DAY
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yourusername "the boy is mine" is out now!!🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛ starring my boy _quinnhughes, featuring brandy & monicadenise !!!!🥹🥹🫶 and directed by the amazing christhedirector
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christhedirector the best is yet to come!🎬
_quinnhughes had the best time with you!❤️
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jackhughes can't believe you let him on set
canucks the collab we didnt know we needed!🐈‍⬛💙
user13 QUINN???? HUGHES????
user14 the most insane hard launch wtf?
user15 the boy may be yours but i need him to be MINE!
user16 waittt this is the guy from the hockey game all those months ago??? wow
user17 mv was so good i started hallucinating
user18 loveeee you!!! this song and mv is literally so good!
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lhughes_06 can't believe this exists
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trevorzegras damnnnn you really weren't lying
_quinnhughes ?
bboeser looking good💯
user19 WHAT
user20 me next pls
user21 so the rumours were true this whole time👀
user22 so did she cheat or not like...
user23 plss he wasnt even following that tiktok girl it was definitely a lie for views lmao.
user24 soooo their relationship is confirmed ?
user25 hughes girlies lost
user26 OHHH I WON I LOVE U BOTH SM!!
user27 this mv has me feeling things hold on...
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user28 TRUE LOVE?? oh this quinn stuff is serious huh...
user29 i get it
user30 loveee you the most
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Just One More (Part 111)
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Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)
Word Count - 3k
Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything
Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.
A/N - I know I took forrrrever to post this but hopefully it makes up for the wait <3 Also this is most likely the last part :,) new stories coming soooooon
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Haechan rests between your thighs, looking up at you as he waits patiently for your consent, his fingers lazily tracing little shapes around your exposed skin above the waistband.
You bite you lip, before finally giving him a nod to continue, your face heating up as you do so.
He smirks, wasting no time pulling off his sweatpants off your body.
The cold air tickling your skin instinctively makes your legs close, but his big hands carefully pry them back open.
He slowly lowers his head down between your legs, your gaze fixated on his every movement. How he manages to look so handsome in every moment still blows your mind.
Kisses start to litter your inner thighs, gradually growing closer to where you’re craving his touch the most. Your eyebrows scrunch, your need for his touch, for him, becoming unbearable.
“Please.”
Is all your able to say, your voice wispy and breathless.
He looks up, meeting your eyes mischievously, giving your thighs a squeeze, making you squirm.
“Be patient, princess.”
He lowers his head back between your thighs, his nose lightly grazing your bundle of nerves. Your hips moving slightly at the small stimulation.
Seeing you react this way, he can’t contain himself any longer, his tongue running up your slit before swirling around that same bundles of nerves. His lips wrapping around and starting sucking rhythmically.
Your body jolts, and his hands quickly move to hold your hips still, pressing them against the bed to ensure he’s in full control.
You tilt your head back in bliss as he continues to eat you out, this feeling of pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before.
Your hands jump to his hair as he hits an especially sensitive area, your fingers tangling between his soft black strands.
You tug lightly and he lets out a small groan in response, the vibrations against your core pushing you closer to your climax.
“Haechan..I’m gonna…”
You try your best to warn him but you find it painfully difficult to get out a sentence without moaning between each breath.
He continues to devour you, his hooded eyes looking up to meet yours. The lust encapsulated in his eyes send you over the edge, as your body lifts off the bed as your head falls back.
A string of moans and obscenities tumble from your lips as you cum on his tongue, his gaze never leaving your face as he fully takes the moment in.
You pull him back up, needing desperately to kiss him again, and he obliges. His tongue pushing past your lips as you taste yourself.
He pulls away to get a better look at you. Your eyes glazed over, cheeks red and glowing from the sweat.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.”
He says, his voice laced with a sincerity you hadn’t heard from him before.
You kiss him again, this time more slow and passionate rather than fast and hungry.
Suddenly, he breaks away from you, pushing himself off his bed. You look up at him confused, and he smiles at you, though winces slightly as he readjusts his pants.
You eyes follow the movement, landing on the clearly painful tent in his jeans. You fumble with your shirt nervously at the sight.
“Don’t worry, I’m just gonna take a quick shower to take care of this.”
He says in a joking but reassuring tone, able to sense your nervousness to go any further.
“Are you sure?”
“Nothing I haven’t done before.”
He teases, causing you to roll your eyes in response. He makes his way over to the bathroom taking his shirt off as he goes.
You watch his back muscles flex slightly at his movements, but only for a second before the door closes behind him.
Reality finally hits that your laying in his bed, in Haechans bed, half naked, after he just ate you out. And now he’s in the bathroom just across from you “taking care of himself”.
You stand up, the whole situation making your body heat up again. You look to the balcony, and decide some fresh air might help. The image of Haechan in the next room making your body even hotter.
You step out, the cool air kissing your exposed legs. You lean against the wall, listening to the music drift up from downstairs as you close your eyes.
“Y/n?”
You jump, the voice having come from seemingly no where. You look around, your eyes finally meeting Jaemin’s, who’s standing on the opposite side of the balcony.
You pull Haechans oversized shirt down, praying that no wind decides to come expose your naked bottom half.
“What are you doing out here?”
You asked confused, as you thought the only way to access it was Haechans room. But as you look around you realize the balcony is longer than you’d initially realized having two additional doors connected to it.
“Just came to get a better view of the party, I’m trying to scope out some fresh prey.”
You look at him with a disgusted look on your face. He looks back over to you and laughs once he sees your expression.
“Relax, I’m joking, kind of. Plus don’t act all high and mighty now.”
His gives you a knowing look, gesturing with his head towards the door you just came from.
You follow his gaze, your heart speeding up as you realize how much of Haechans room can be seen through the windows.
You look back and him with a slight panic and he snickers with a shit eating grin at your reaction.
“You freak.”
Is all you manage to say, embarrassment creeping up your body and seeping into your bones.
“Last I remember, you were the one who walked in on me and stayed to watch.”
“I didn’t stay to watch!”
You retaliate.
“Oh come on, you definitely stayed longer than needed.”
You shake your head in distain, having no idea how to deal with someone like him.
“Don’t worry y/n, I haven’t been out here for long. I didn’t see anything either,”
He pauses swaying his head from side to side teasingly, as if he was deep in thought.
“Though, the music up here is much quieter than it is downstairs. Listen you can even hear the birds sing.”
You look away, no longer able to maintain eye contact. He laughs, clearly taking great joy in tormenting you.
You startle as someone knocks in the glass window behind you. You turn to see Haechan standing with a towel wrapped around his waist waving to you to come back in.
Jaemin gives you one last teasing look before walking back through the door he came from. You follow suit, opening the door you came from and walking back into Haechan’s room.
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The cold water splashes your face as you try your best to wake up. You’ve slept in, once again, and now you’re running late to work, one of your worst nightmares.
It’s been a couple days since Haechan’s party and while you’d be lying if you said it didn’t consume your thoughts, you doubt he feels the same way.
After heading home shortly after your conversation with Jaemin, you couldn’t help but expect a call, or at least a text, from Haechan checking to see if you got home safe.
You assumed he was just busy hosting and didn’t have time, but then the next day came and went and so did the next, and the next. Radio silence.
But that was fine, you were so unbothered. So unbothered. It’s not like his head had been buried between your legs or anything.
Alas, you had no more time to dwell on this as you rushed to your car, almost forgetting to lock your door on the way out.
You twist your key to start the ignition, only to be met with silence. You try again and with no avail. Your car won’t start.
You bang your head against the wheel, causing a loud honk to echo through the underground parking lot.
You slam the door to your car as you step out, furiously typing on your phone. There has to be an uber or lift nearby. Fuck you’re already running late and now this.
“You good?”
You look up, your eyes meeting with his dark pupils that draw you in instantly. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.
“It’s not a good time Haechan.”
You snap at him, your gaze already back on your phone, though it pained you to look away from him. He leans over sneaking a peak at your screen.
“Need a ride?”
Biting your lip, you’re faced with a choice between your pride and dignity, or your job.
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His music blasts, the bass shaking your body and the car with every boom. You were very familiar with his music taste by now, many sleepless nights caused by his ridiculously loud speakers.
Unfortunately, you were in no position to complain, since he was doing you a big favour by driving you to work, especially on such short notice.
Besides you were barely paying attention to the song, your thoughts once again consumed by memories and unanswered questions.
You can’t help but wonder if you should’ve heeded your friend’s warning. Maybe she was right, maybe you were just a challenge for him to conquer and that’s all.
Maybe he was someone you should have no feelings for, someone you should have never gotten attached to, someone you should have never let touch you.
Yet, being in his presence again, smelling his cologne, you could almost still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, and you can’t help but yearn to feel it again. The memories of the sweet whispers exchanged in his room haunt you.
You see the facility you work at up ahead and decide that if you don’t leave the car right this instant, you’re gonna go insane.
“You can just drop me off here.”
“Huh?”
He responds, clearly not hearing you but also making no effort to turn the music down.
You roll your eyes as you move to twist the nob down yourself, missing his smirk as you do.
“Can I just drop you off here?”
He asks innocently.
“Yeah just drop me off-“
You pause mid sentence finally processing his little prank.
“Ha ha so funny.”
“You better laugh louder than that if you want me to pick you up.”
You shake your head, laughing at his remark. You hop out of his car closing the door. He rolls the window down, looking at you expectantly.
“You don’t need to drive me back too, I’ll probably just get an uber or something.”
A look flashes across his face, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“How long is your shift?”
“6 hours, why?”
“Then I’ll meet you back here in 6 hours.”
Before you can protest any further, he zooms off, his tires squealing slightly as he goes.
You sigh, shaking your head, trying your absolute best to ignore the smile fighting its way onto your face. Knowing he’ll be all you’ll be able to think about until you see him again.
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Your shift comes and goes, much faster than you had expected. Haechan had been at the drop off spot, pulling in just as you walked out, a proud smile painted on his delicate features. He always was good at timing things perfectly.
The ride home was much like the ride there. He was calmly listening to music while you fought waging wars in your mind, a battle between your heart and brain (and your pussy).
You walked back together, now without the loud music to fill the quiet space, it’s filled with awkward small talk. Mixed feelings tainting the air between you two.
You now stand in your doorway, the war in your mind has become a viscous bloodbath, a victor finally emerging from the rumble and taking control.
Just as he turns the knob to enter his room, you call out to him, causing his moves to halt.
“Hey, as a thanks for being my personal chauffeur for the day, how about you join me for dinner. I’ll take a turn at being your personal chef.”
He pauses for a second, still holding the door leading into his apartment.
“Cmon, y/n, you know I can’t say no to you.”
With that he whirls around, almost skipping into your apartment, leaving you standing in the doorway.
You take a second to compose yourself before following him inside.
“So whatcha cooking chef? Can we get some kimchi jjigae in here.”
Haechan calls as you enter the kitchen. He looks like an excited little boy sitting at the table just before his parents walk in with a lit birthday cake.
You let out a small laugh at the thought of this full grown man getting giddy about his birthday.
“Alright, coming right up. Do you mind of I play some music? It helps me cook.”
“Of course.”
You sit against the counter and you connect your phone to your house speakers. Cigarettes after sex starts playing softly.
You can’t stop yourself from looking up to check Haechan’s reaction to your music taste. He’s already looking at you, his eyes sparkling before something shifts and he turns away.
“Do you not like this song or something?”
“No, no I actually love it. I’m just surprised you listen to them too.”
“You’re surprised? I’m the one who’s shocked mr. fuckboy actually has good music taste after all.”
He glares at your back at your remark, not that you would even notice, as your focus had already fully shifted to cooking the meal.
“I’m not a fuckboy, y/n.”
“Yeah I know, you’re secretly a soft sensitive boy who listens to cigarettes after sex, right?”
“I know I’m not getting heat from the virgin right now.”
You spin around dramatically, clutching your chest like you’d been shot.
“Low blow, Haechan.”
He rolls his eyes at your performance, trying his best to stifle his grin.
“I’d rather be a virgin that have a body count in the hundreds.”
“It’s actually in the thousands.”
You and Haechan continue bickering and teasing with each other as you finish up cooking. Occasionally he’d stop talking suddenly or would interrupt you to sing along to whatever song was playing.
You were actually blown away by how stunning his voice was, not expecting someone like him to be able to sing like that. He hit every note perfectly. Though you’d rather die than ever compliment him out loud.
After setting the table and placing two bowls down, you go back to the fridge to grab something to drink. Before you can even sit down Haechan had already stuffed his face with the kimchi jjigae.
“This…this stuff is so. good.”
“Wow, thanks for waiting for me.”
You say flatly, as you sit down. He looked at you with a cute pout.
“I tried waiting, but it just smelled so good I couldn’t resist.”
“You need better self control.”
His face falters for a second, before he lets out a little scoff.
“I’m well aware.”
The two of you finish up your meals. Despite everything that has gone on between the two of you, this moment of peace filled you with unexpected happiness. It felt exactly how you imagined all those happy married couples looked dining after a long day of work. Something about it felt so right.
But before you could fully bask in the moment, he gets up. You look at him confused, and he holds up his empty bowl, looking satisfied. He washes it in the sink even though you told him he didn’t need to.
You both stand at the doorway, the feeling of almost awkwardness lingering in the air. It was like both of you were too scared to talk, as it would result in someone leaving.
“Thank you again for the meal.”
He says finally breaking the silence. You smile up at him, the urge to kiss him almost painful. Being in his presence has that effect on you.
He looks down at you, with a sweet smirk on his face, and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in towards him.
Please, just one more kiss.
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lewsnumerounofan · 9 months ago
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rafe groaned too this time, corded neck falling back as you dragged over his crotch. you couldn’t help yourself—you let your lips fall to his tan skin, kissing and sucking below his ear as his hips began to meet yours. 
he jolted, as if shocked, at the warm press of your tongue. hands on your hips now, he guided them forward and back, heady, desperate moans canting from his red mouth. 
you were crazy. seeing him like this, hearing the low, urgent sounds from his throat: you felt powerful. for once in your relationship you felt in control. drawing back enough to watch the way his steel blue eyes fluttered you tsked at his heavy breathing. 
“that feel good baby?” 
the sound that left his parted lips would haunt you for the rest of your life. his hips stuttered, pupils wide as they watched you. like a fucking puppy. 
you let your nails rake over his scalp, tugging his head to one side so you could kiss up his throat, his bobbing adams apple. at his ear you whispered, “you look so pretty like this, rafe.”
~ little excerpt from childhood friends to lovers angst fic coming soooooon ;) lmk if u wanna b added 2 taglist
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zahmbii · 1 month ago
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My card in the Transformers Tarot Deck: Chromia
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I was able to help make a deck of Tarot cards with custom Transformers character art on each and every one! All the artists involved did such a beautiful job, and you can preorder the physical deck here (or you can buy the full digital version!) And if you want to see more before you buy, all the artists are previewing their work on @tftarotproject with more art still scheduled to be posted soon!
I was so happy i got to illustrate one of my favs, Chromia. And i also got to assist with another character (full post for that one coming up soooooon)
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katyawriteswhump · 1 month ago
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Omega found, Omega lost part 3 preview
A little preview of the forthcoming chapter of my steddie omegaverse whumptober fic :) (earlier chapters here and on AO3)
tagging @wheneverfeasible (because <3)
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Steve slammed his teary attention onto Eddie’s guilt-ridden gaze at point-blank range: “Look, if you don’t do this, I swear I’m gonna die on you. My mom, Hop, and all the rest of those knot-heads will find my body with your scent on it, hunt you down, and tear you apart.”
“You threatening me, Harrington?”
Eddie smirked. Steve smirked harder, tipped his face up, and tentatively pressed his lips to Eddie’s.
Oh shit, shit, shit. Also… yum?!?
Okay, Eddie hadn’t planned this. He’d wanted Steve to calm down and to rock the Omega to sleep. He’d even considered using his Alpha voice more brutally, to command Steve to rest, then opted against it. He didn’t want to scare Steve further, given how delicate he seemed, and…
…oh shit.
Again.
Yeah, he ripped the piss out of Steve whenever they’d hung out. This was chiefly to stop his inner Alpha from jumping Steve’s pretty Omega bones. And now… How could he resist the best candy ever?
His tongue traced the seam of Steve’s lips, which Steve hesitantly parted. With a despairing growl, Eddie enfolded Steve tightly and thrust his tongue deep.
There he was, sweeping toward Steve’s tonsils, tasting salt and tears mingled with that irresistible honeyed musk. He was eating out that pretty mouth, dreaming already of eating Steve out elsewhere—making Steve’s toes curl with bliss and getting him ready for so much more. Steve, meanwhile, had gone pliant and soft against him, and Eddie rutted into him ever more madly. Damn, he wanted to see Steve better, to spread him out naked on that threadbare mattress.
Yeah, it was a blessing they were still huddled beneath the blanket.  Otherwise, the impulse to take Steve hard, to claim him irrevocably, might prove irresistible.
Dammit, Baby. I’m obsessed with you too.
With another, strenuous effort he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to Steve’s so he felt the brush of Steve’s wet lashes: “Okay. I surrender. I guess we can mess around a bit. Ya know, keep us toasty in case that stove burns out.”
Steve nodded eagerly, licking shiny, kiss-swollen lips. His eyes were red and puffy, pupils dilated. And manic with need.
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ETA: chapter now posted here
More coming soooooon (earlier chapters here and on AO3)
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