#sorry for overthinking oh my gosh I have been doing that a lot because I have nothing else to do

[pixlokita]

Being in fandoms is weird because you can dislike a character in some aus and feel bad for them in others or like them in a few depending on people’s interpretations of them

[notyashiro128]

LATE NIGHT

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Bf megumi x f reader

(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ from a normal night to .......

Songs to listen while reading

|-------Fluff part--------|

|•kiss me slowly |

|•no more excuses (v2) |

|-------smut part------|

|•slow down. |

|•all mine (I suggest this ) |

✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Note: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff smut,( NSFW ), in the NSFW part reader, is a bit quiet cuz Because I can't write" moaning "much so ye (soft Megumi x reader)+ dirty talk Megumi

It's Friday and the sun has finally set, meaning night has set in, which means it's movie night

This time, you and Megumi decided to watch the movie at his dorm. You forced him to wear Hello Kitty pajamas

The snacks are ready, the drinks are ready, and everything is ready

The two of you are now in bed, cuddling each other while the laptop is next to you both

This time, it's your turn to choose the movie, and you chose a romantic movie that You've heard a lot about recently

"A romantic movie really?" he said softly he hates romance movies and stuff like that but Megumi is a bit overthinker So he thinks that you chose this type of movie because he doesn't give you enough attention

As he held you tightly, he inquired, "What made you choose this? Have i been cold or mean to you Recently?" His voice was filled with concern and a hint of insecurity as he pulled you closer towards him and kissed your cheek ( ^^ cutie boiiiii)

"no~ I just wanted to watch it" you giggle At the beginning of the movie, only the intro has moaning sounds and some +18 scenes like wet kisses and a naked woman and more stuff like that

You panicked you went up and quickly closed the laptop Megumi was laughing "Oh my gosh I didn't know my babe was such a Pervert~" he tested

"no it's not like that I didn't know that the movie is +18" you yelled and threw a pillow at Megumi "Shut up!" Megumi was still laughing

he then opened his arms, wanting to hug you Then you went to him and sat on his lap, and he put his arm around your waist

"sorry ma babii" he said it softly, His eyes looked at you deeply, Megumi's pupils dilated like a cat. He was in love with you

" to be honest megumi "you put your hand on his hair and start playing with it " you become more .... "

"what do you mean?" he asked still looking deeply at you

"I mean, you started to love kissing me and hugging me every time "You put your hand in his hair and started playing with it "You started calling me baby a lot, and " from the beginning of your relationship with Megumi was cold a bit

"you started speaking a lot with me and expressing you feelings more with me . I am just happy " you added smiling

Megumi blushed and out of embarrassment he buried his face in your chest, “Megumi, stop, that tickles.” His face became even redder, “Don’t be quiet, say something.” You giggled.

"or at least kiss me"

_______nsfw part_______

Megumi leans in for a kiss leans into the kiss, his hands slowly holding you more tightly on you waist

You lets out a soft breath of air from the kiss, his hand holding your waist slowly working its way up and down

continues to kiss you, Your lips and Megumi's lips softly moving against each other

As the kiss deepens, your heart races, feeling the warmth . You couldn't believe you both were finally here, together like this. His hand on your waist squeezes gently, wanting to pull you more closer.

Megumi quickly changes the position without breaking the kiss He made you lie down on a bed and then pinned you down, holding your hands while he was on top of you he loves being on top of you. "Now, shall we continue" he Breathe hard

continues to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours exploring every inch of it as their kiss deepens "God, you taste amazing." He sighed as he kissed you

.feeling your lips parting, he gently slips his tongue into your mouth,His hands slide up further, " Does this feel good?" He said between kisses

You nodded "mmm"

you moans softly against his lips, feeling the heat between them intensifying with every passing moment " Are you ready for more?"

"Mmm r-ready" You sigh heavily

smiling softly, he nods and begins to undo his pants, freeing his hardened cock from his boxers "Just relax and let me take care of you."

taking his shirt off, he climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs

his eyes traveling up and down your body, he gently pulls off your clothes "You're so beautiful".

leaning forward, he places a soft kiss on one of your nipples, feeling it harden under his touch "You taste so good". He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention before taking a moment to just look at you

his hands moving up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around your nipples

leaning in, he captures one of your nipples again between his lips, sucking softly as he starts to trail kisses down your stomach

his hands continue to caress your breasts as he moves lower, taking his time to explore every inch of your skin" I want to make sure you're enjoying this."

his lips finally reach your panties, teasingly kissing along the fabric before pulling them down slightly "You're so wet". his warm breath fans across your pussy lips, causing goosebumps to form on your skin

his hands move to your hips, helping him pull your panties down further "Do you want me to continue?"

You nodded "No I want you to say it" he teased you "I want you"

his eyes locked on your pussy, he takes a deep breath before leaning forward and taking your clit into his mouth, sucking gently

as he begins to tease your sensitive bud, his other hand moves to caress your inner thighs" I want to taste you. Is that alright?"

he waits for your response before slowly pushing a finger inside of you, feeling the tightness that surrounds him

he keeps sucking on your clit, increasing the intensity and speed as he feels your response

he pulls away slightly, his heart races in anticipation, ready to plunge his tongue inside your wetness

slowly, he slides a finger into your tightness, feeling you clench around him as he searches for your G-spot

"ngh!" You start moaning like crazy all you do is moaning you grip the bed cover tightly

"ahhh megumi sl-oww"

he finds it and starts to rub it gently, adding a second finger to stretch you slightly "does that feel good"

"mmm g-ud

his finger finding your sensitive spot, he begins to massage it gently, his other hand moving to caress your breast

once he finds it, he begins to rub in small circles, increasing the pressure as you adjust to his touch

he leans forward again, taking your clit into his mouth while continuing to stimulate your G-spot with his finger

"g-gumiiii s-sloww" you cried

feeling your moans vibrate through him, he increases the suction on your clit and speed of his fingers " m closse im closee!" You couldn't handle it

seeing the pleasure on your face spurs him on, driving him to bring you to the peak of ecstasy "Are you close"

" yes yes yes" you moaned

he increases the pressure and speed of his fingers, sliding them in and out of you as he sucks harder on your clit

his own desire for release growing stronger as he watches your reactions

You climax powerfully,

"m cumming nghh!"

your body shaking as you release around his fingers and onto his face

he feels you tense and pulses around his fingers, the warmth of your release coating his skin

"Good girl "

he gently removes his fingers from you, licking them clean as he watches your post-orgasmic state

You're breathing hard "Are you ready" he asked

" yes " " I don't want to force you to do this"

"i want to inside of me" you wanted him

he positions himself at your entrance, his hard length pressed against your slick folds. He looks into your eyes as he slowly pushes inside, feeling you stretching around him

he leans down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth as he begins to thrust slowly, carefully filling you up

his hips moving in a steady pace as he watches you writhe in pleasure under him

he can feel you tightening around him, your walls squeezing his cock as he continues to thrust in and out of you

his hips move in a sensual rhythm, each thrust causing your body to meet his in perfect sync watching your reactions, he moves his hips in a steady rhythm, matching the pace of his thrusts to your gasps and moans

he pulls out, only to thrust back in with more force, burying himself deep inside you "Do you like it when I take control? Hm?"He teased you

You ignored him, he speeds up, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm that echoes through the room

his fingers dig into your hips as he pumps into you, thrusting harder and faster until he can feel your walls clenching around him "sloww ddownn" you moaned

he groans, feeling his climax building as he drives deeper and faster "ha I'm close"

he buries his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he holds you tightly and thrusts harder

"Cum cum cum" his hips slamming into you as he reaches his peak, filling you with his hot seed

He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as they both catch their breath

He kisses your neck, nibbling softly as he slowly pulls out of you

He wipes the sweat from your brow, gently stroking your hair "Are you alright? You were so quiet"

"just *breath* wait until the morning i-ill beat you ass "

I just want to answer some questions

Im 17 I'll be 18 in 10 February so ye

Call me yashiro

I do drawing and writing

Done finally 💃💃💃💃💃💃

I ju

[ilypaigebuckets]

Oh dear God I'm so sorry to hear that

I feel like I am the same as you, it's happened to me in two relationships so I'm sending you strength. And feel free to rant it's your fucking blog period!

i’m so sorry this has happened to you honestly it sucks. ok guys i’m gonna use this as my little rant so if you don’t wanna read this you can just ignore it!!

basically she texted me this morning and was like call me we need to talk and told me she had a whole other girlfriend. i was super upset and i was like so you’ve just been cheating on me like it’s nothing?? like what the heck?? and she’s like “oh well we’ve been having problems i didn’t know if we were still together” knowing damn well last night she told me she loved me and not to worry because we were going to work everything out bc we were both overthinking but we talked about it and we were fine. we were going to work things out and just be okay. but then i’m thinking now who is this girl?? and how long has she been around because no matter what timeline there is there had to have been cheating because we never broke up?? and i would love to say that i was simply just pissed and blocked her but i’m not that strong i guess because despite her doing that and all the shit she did in our relationship i cried and i begged her to say it was a joke i begged her to not do this and i feel so dumb. i don’t get why i let this happen to myself like i should’ve seen all the signs when she did other stuff that wasn’t healthy. im not saying im a perfect person and ive definitely messed up a lot too but idk this just hurts a lot and i just feel so pathetic for not leaving when i should’ve.

thankfully i got some sense and she was like “ill call you in 20. i wanna collect my emotions and give you closure” and i just blocked her bc i was like bitch the closure was you getting with another bitch that CLOSED our relationship! anyways do i make a hot tiktok thirst trap now or what☹️ sorry u had to listen to all this but i waited for her like a dog. i believed all the times she would change that she would. i let myself believe i was part of the problem and that i did this to us. LIKE??? KENZIE BRO WAKE UP THIS IS EMBARRASSING!! ahh thank u if u read this i love you

sorry i sound like so mentally unstable and this probably doesn’t even make any sense but this is just like wow like gosh i don’t even know what to say or what to feel i just feel like what the heck yk???

[dentiststoothfairy]

Hello!! Here is the anon who requested the s/o being secretive!! First, I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

I have a new request, that is also a bit dark? Or more hurt with comfort? Either way, if ur not comfy with it, ignore the request <33

Could i ask for a s/o being touch starved, but also scared of being touched? They want to hug their partner or soon to be partner so bad but they are scared but mmmmmh the hug,,,:c Pls with Norton and Eli!!

I'm like that, so i'm curious ehehe

ALSO CAN I BE FLOWER ANON? 🌺

Have a nice day <333

[🌺 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝! 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝!]

🍩 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 🍩 & 🦉 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 🦉

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

okay so. This guy probably isn't overly touchy or affectionate, but I feel like physical touch would be a love language of his. Just not his main one. (We know acts of service is probably his speciality)

But, once he overheard you saying liked to be hugged and physically touched? Okay. He can work with that. Sure. Watch him absolutely whisk you off your feet.

But once he noticed you seemed to flinch at his touch- he backed so far off. Oh my god. Were you not interested in him? Oh gosh- he felt awful. Fuck he's never doing THAT again. He nearly ruined his shot, if he hadn't already.

"N-.no! No, wait come back..."

..???

Wait now you're okay with it?

Wait now you're not?

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING Y/N? Okay- okay. So.. So you want physical touch.. But you're literally scared of it?

Okay. How does that even work? Can someone be touched starve and wan- oh my god..

Okay yeah no. Uhhhhh he can work with this. Yeah. He can do it. The prospector is... Determined. Okay yeah, he can work his way around this. Okay, so he hasn't fucked himself over royally. Sure let's do it.

As if he wasn't overthinking enough before you got together, he certainly is now. He's calculating every move in that magnetic head of his, making sure that he's got everything covered.

His hugs are hugged sparingly, but he definitely tries to make them as gentle as possible with you. It honestly feels even better because of how tall he is, so it's sort of like.. Really soothing.

He might be a little confused by it, but like.. He's not really one to judge too hardly, besides he uh.. Kinda likes you? So... You get a pass for being a little strange.

🦉 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 🦉

Okay, so Eli is sort of enamored with you.. He gives you smiles that last a little longer. He's developed an awful habit of prioritising you in matches, so, yeah.

He also was a little nervous to make a move on someone as sweet as you. He had been watching you with others to gaze how you respond to certain things,so.. You like hugs? Done.

God bless Eli, he makes the sorry mistake of hugging you from behind. He too likes hugs so nothing could go wrong. Right?

The way you JUMPED made him feel so GUILTY oh my HASTUR he didn't stop APOLOGIZING

But wait.. But you... You mentioned..

.. Was he the problem?

Oh-. How embarrassing. He uh.. He won't disturb you again.

Wait-. Now you're hugging him? But you're all flinchy! You don't have to- honestly.

Wait.. You just... Get nervous around physical touch?

Oh! Well why didn't you say so Y/N?

He's a lot more cautious now. He doesn't mind having to be a little softer around you. It's a bit of a change, but he doesn't mind it at all.

[scarl3ttjpg]

Back to Square One (07)

I woke up in a slight panic as I rolled off the couch, hitting the floor hard with a thud. My head was pounding and my back ached as I looked around the living room. Clyde and Bebe were both still asleep on the floor, and Butters had presumably gone to his room to sleep in his own bed, which was understandable. I took a look at my phone and was surprised to see that it was already well past 10 am. I scrolled through my notifications, skimming over the several texts from my dad asking where we were and if we were coming home any time soon. I sent him a quick response, verifying that Clyde and I weren't dead as I pulled myself off the ground and sat properly on the couch.

I began scrolling through Twitter, and sighed at all of the back-and-forth subtweets from the previous night. Nobody at the party had any business going on social media last night, and I could already tell that this would only make people more upset with me.

I set my phone down next to me and rest my head in my hands, the mere thought of everything draining all of the energy from my body. I'd always been one to overthink and doubt myself, and my current reputation didn't help at all. Back in elementary school, they were all reluctant in include me in their game. They only even considered it because of Clyde, not because they had wanted me to be a friend. Then when all the rumors started spreading, they all dropped me without a second thought. They all made it abundantly clear that they never wanted me to be a part of their group, but Kyle especially had made the biggest deal of it. The moment he heard what I did, both actually and allegedly, he decided that I was the worst person to exist. He decided that I was some sort of monster.

The thing that I never could understand, though, is why he's still so upset about it. Over ten years later and he still berates me every chance he gets. He was the first to drop me and the last to move on.

Still lost in my thoughts, I hear quiet footsteps pad down the hall into the living room. I didn't think to look up until I heard Butters speak.

"Oh, hey Y/N! Glad to see you're awake," he smiled. I gave a thumbs up. My head hurt too badly to verbally respond. I watched Butters make his way into the kitchen and fix himself a bowl of cereal. He looked over to me and gestured, silently asking if I wanted anything to which I shook my head. Clyde and I would probably stop and get lunch before we get home at this rate.

"Are you doin' okay? I know you got pretty upset last night. Gosh, I'm sorry about all of that, I thought he'd have moved on by now..."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I'm fine. I don't even remember a lot of what happened last night, I probably drank too much," I half-lied. If there's one thing I hate doing, it's making people worry about me. At school, I had gotten used to getting through things on my own. Hell, I never even bothered my roommate or my RA with anything.

Butters frowned at my answer but didn't continue pushing me. He took a seat next to me as he ate a spoonful of his breakfast in silence. We sat in quiet for a moment before Bebe slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a groan.

"Who the fuck let me get that bad last night..." she whined, holding her head in her hands. One thing about Bebe is that she's a lightweight in denial. When she drinks, she always gets blackout drunk.

Bebe's whining was loud enough to wake up Clyde, who was just as whiny if not more so. He spent a few minutes ranting and mumbling about how bad his head and stomach hurt before I shot him a glare. I knew that he would still be whining about this the entire ride home, I wasn't going to listen to this longer than I had to.

"Hey, bozo, shut up please. My head already hurts without your bitching and I have to drive you home," I said coldly at my brother. He shut his mouth and frowned. I cleared my throat before looking at Butters and Bebe as I stood up.

"Anyways... We should probably get home," I started. "Our dad's been asking where we are all morning." I quickly gave Bebe and Butters hugs before making my way to the door, followed by Clyde.

"The party was fun. Y'know, aside from that... Hiccup."

We each said quick goodbyes before Clyde and I stepped out into the hall and made our way to the car. After what felt like an eternity of listening to Clyde complain about how hungover he was, we finally arrived at home. As fast as I could, I hopped out of the car and got inside the house.

"Dad, we're home!" I shouted into the house before I saw a note on the coffee table stating that he was out running errands. I sighed and sat down on the couch and leaned my head back. I smiled at the peace and quiet as Clyde shuffled his way up to his room until my phone vibrated. My smile shifted to a frown as I saw who had texted me.

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[mochiwrites]

ive just finished catching up on night life and wow! oh gosh!! theres so much to process and so many questions!!! what happened with the last human mumbo was close to? whos the murderer? what exactly is scar being hired to do? whats scars past? wtf is up with scott? did scar set up that illusion with the house fire in the most recent chapter or scott? both?? why????

even if scar does all this to protect tub, wheres the guarantee that scott doesnt just pop in and take him anyways? i doubt theres so much as a drop of honor in that creepy, creepy man. what if scar gets found out and mumbo and grian are betrayed so they stop talking, then scott gets taken by tubs so scar's left alone, and goes to mumbo and grian for help which they ultimately give because how could they deny a friend in need?? WHAT ABOUT PEARL???

oh my gosh PEARL!! im so concerned for her. im so scared for her. if something happens to her ill kill everyone in the fic and then myself /ref

also taurtis?? id assumed he'd died, then grian had some self thinking about taurtis might be dead and now im convinced hes gonna come back somehow?? but how? or am i overthinking this and he IS dead? god poor dude

GRIAN. LORDY LORD how on earth so much guilt can fit in such a tiny man baffles me. at the same time something about him being human and objectively weaker in all this really resonates with me. his desire to be useful and of equal standing. ouch. doesnt hit any weak spots for me there no not at all.

im also very unhealthily in love with this version of mumbo. id die for him a million times over.

the worldbuilding is incredible!! it's a lot but i feel like its being incorporated in a way that isnt overwhelming so we're able to follow along with everything pretty well! plus, the fact that a lot of it is from grian's (very confused) perspective makes him work really well as a sort of source of information for readers! its great!!

i am just. overall very. wow. looking forward to future updates. very much looking forward to that. keep up the incredible work!!

ehehe henlo!! :D

many questions to be had !!! I want to answer all of them SO bad oh man. but I am being so brave and not spoiling *vigorous nodding* some of these answers Are coming soon though!!

scar’s motivations, in a broad and general sense, are really intriguing to consider in this au. he’s someone who’s never been human operating on fae morals while mingling with humans. so there’s this really interesting clash of ideals and goals going on. but if he’s not careful, the fallout could be… messy. extremely messy.

:)

PEARL AND TAURTIS OUGH… taurtis was put on a VERY interesting character path, and let me tell you it was. A major struggle trying to figure out how much of his story to put in the limelight. because taurtis is technically living in a different town while going through stuff and the path that leads him to the arachne is all going on in the background fbfbfbfg but 👀 in regards to his status… who knows! and PEARL… I cradle her So gently in my hands, I care her so much. I am so sorry

and ACK I’ve talked about grian and his humanity and the connection it has to everyone and the story drives me MADE. because realistically speaking, he Is the weakest. he Is the most vulnerable. the most fragile. it would Not take much to kill him. yet that doesn’t stop him from wanting to help. from wanting to be useful. there’s so much drive and perseverance and just… hope. he has so much hope and stubbornness and he is so painfully human. it reminds the non human characters of what they lost. of what they want to protect (mumbo).

and objectively, it’s because of grian’s humanity that he’s able to see the humanity in those around him (mumbo and scar).

songbird!mumbo is SO beloved. little sad and anxious vampire guy… I’m so sorry

but uwahhh thank you !!! the world building is something that I have a lot of fun with in this au. because it’s a fantasy au there’s So much world at my fingertips, which is why it’s so important to find the balance when introducing concepts and stuff. I try not to overwhelm with information <3

and using grian as the reader’s in to the supernatural world is Very purposeful :D when you begin the series, you and grian have the same amount of knowledge. you’re entering the supernatural world together, and learning the same information. so the readers are Literally seeing the world through grian’s eyes.

it’s a very helpful writers tool for world building >:D

and !!!!! 🥹💕 I’m glad you enjoyed it so far !! chapter 5 is already outlined and planned hehe. I’m very excited about this next chapter, and I’m hoping the wait won’t be too long!!

( also, since you mentioned the solar eclipse playlist, this au has a playlist as well! :D in case you’re interested uwu )

[1d1195]

Again, sorry for replying so late, I am getting so bad with responding, I just keep on blank and then overthinking 😭😭😭

Anyways hi sam I missed you soo much even though I did keep up with your blog🫶🫶🫶🫶

From our last convo, yes I think, because whatever I have heard from you, we are very similar so I imagine that pressure, I think its just the reminder that I am human, it's so much more than just jobs or money or anything so I am allowed to take it one day at a time

I am not a fantasy person either, my fantasy ended with harry potter, it messed me up so bad, now I don't want to think about getting attached to a world but not being a part of it 🙃🙃🙃

And oh my gosh WHO DID THIS TO YOU.... I fold every. single. time....scary dude who is mean to everyone but his girl! Take all my money, all of it! Tumblr has somehow feed my fantasies with that because there are people like you everywhere! Like friendly, amazing, beautiful, kindness goddesses who talk to me and then write jaw droppin', mind bogglin', earth shatterin' stories that break my heart everytime I am done with them...I think I just want like all of your stories in physical books because I wanna have them in my collection and keep them on my shelf....one day I will, imma get it signed by you.. starting with traditional cause yk me 🤧🤧🤧

Anyways I have been on this kick of babies, the WORST baby fever and also the worst "is it time to get a boyfriend" fever which has been happening a lot recently, because maybe the solitude (read: loneliness) is getting to me, I keep imagining oh what would having a boyfriend be like, not sure if i truly understand the depth of it but its fun to dream about

Speaking of boyfriends, you know someone who is not a boyfriend or a fiance....ZIPPER!HARRY...Oh my gosh, the elopement, my heart, and louis😭😭😭 My girl just got engaged and eloped because of pressure, I love her so much, she is such a gentle soul, you know the ones who looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll...her... sometimes when I am reading zipper, I realise that harry is the epitome of 'but its about the little things' like you know he won't remember dates or anniversaries or birthdays but he will recognise an expression and rush to you before she breaks down...i will defend till the end of time ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Thankyou for making my week with that one shot! I dore it and you so so much! I hope you have an amazing day

-🧸

Don't feel bad about not responding/forgetting. But please don't overthink when it comes to me (easier said than done I'm sure) but I don't want you to feel any kind of pressure from me. I'm always here for you 💕

A little fun fact about me I have never read Harry Potter nor seen a movie in it's entirety 🙈 please don't @ me it just wasn't my thing. I do want to read the books though. I just never got around to it because I got into Twilight and then I never had TIME to read. But once I clear out my tbr shelf (hopefully by the end of this year) I will read Harry Potter.

You are the sweetest 💕 I've always wanted to write a book but right now I don't see it happening. I struggle with a lot of aspects of writing and I don't have the appropriate/adequate time to devote to getting better. I think that (maybe) just getting a little better on here each time I post is all I got in me hahaha I would turn Traditional into a book in a heartbeat though if I could.

I have had baby fever since I was 10 I swear. I think babies are so cute and everyone around me is getting pregnant/married/a house. It's extremely hard because I feel so behind but kind of like my life at the same time? I've always wanted kids and I just can't afford it and I feel so sad that I try not to think about it too much sometimes 😭

I thought I had more ideas for Zipper but they were all vague ideas and then I was like "oh no this is going to suck" so it means so much to me that you liked it 💕 I think he's going to turn out alright after all.

I'm so glad I made your week. I hope you continue to take it one day at a time 💕

xoxo

[lilmcttens]

@ppw-multimuse-hub​ {em_ira}

​“That’s because a lot of parents tend to give extra responsibilities to their eldest kids to care for the younger ones when they can’t or don’t want to do it, including our parents, ergo, an extra parent,” Emira explained. “It isn’t really a thing anymore now that you’re older and go out on your own but mom did tend to pass on certain things that she really should have been doing, teach us certain things instead of just passing us a book to learn about it on our own.”

That was probably the most frustrating thing Emira had dealt with in their mother. An eagle eye parent when it came to school but anything else? She just passed a book over to Emira to learn and teach her siblings, like puberty. She hadn’t wanted Amity to deal with that herself so she taught what she felt was appropriate at each time and left the rest up to questions she could ask when she felt she was ready to ask them.

“Of course I’m happy to be your sister and I’m happy to see how much you’ve grown so quickly, and I only meant that even if something happened and I would adopt you I wouldn’t obliterate you no matter how much we may bug each other.”

👻⊱ “Oh no! What a nightmare! I, I, mean oh gosh that sounds awful for you. Sorry.”  

She was actually real sincere with this revelation. Maybe she didn’t realize how much her siblings hid behind their jokes just to have normal lives.

“Yes she should have. I, I just learn fine from books. I guess that is the student side of me. They don’t lie or belittle me like she does so I learned alright from those.”

It for sure was not what Amity was expecting to hear out of Em it was a good learning opportunity. Maybe it was not so noticeable when she was younger because it was just the norm that she was used to?

“It’s-It’s a bit of a stretch to say I’ve completely grown up I mean. I’m a teenager so I’m not really a kid anymore... but I’m also---not grown? I don’t like talking about it because it feels like mom and dad think I won’t grow. I’ll always be the baby but at the same time.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not a baby.”  

Amity’s eyebrow scrunched up listening to her sister’s explanation. There were too many things Odalia was not qualified to do so why did she even become a parent in the first place? To get ahead in life? That was not right. She was leaving this kind of pressure on her oldest kid it made Amity feel guilty her Ed banned together and ganged up on her sometimes.  

“What? What’s gonna happen? What are they gonna do? Are our parents in trouble? Why would I need to be adopted by my brother and sister?” Amity’s mind was fought with questions though she was likely overthinking it.

[krystlind]

i feel this

i feel this knot in my chest. every time i think of the things I intend to create, that I could do, a blog I put out there, or a video. all these ideas, circling my brain. why am i never doing them. and i judge how triggered i get, when I see others doing them. and I judge how this is an issue I’m having. why this is so difficult for me. why it feels like this world away from me. like I can’t create from my heart anymore. and it scares me. even the words I am writing now, I feel myself, repurposing them, picturing them being read, nothing feels.. pure anymore.

everything becomes a potential for the public content, for the messaging. but

if I could give myself grace right now (and I will give myself a lot of compassion and kindness)

it’s because of my pure passion and belief that I have good messaging to put out there, to break the ice, to expose the experience, to tell the truth no one wants to, to spark the unsparked conversations, that is still pure

it’s just every time I think of doing it, i get nervous. I think:

of the anxiety, frustration, weird pain I feel doing it, “why isn’t this flowing? why do I feel stuck? why do I hate this?”

i picture myself working on something, taking so long, and hating every second of it, feeling so much anxiety, and mad at myself for feeling that

i think of the fact that I’m creating to get results

oh gosh i even feel my chest tightening and beating right now

and why I can’t just put things out there in a flowy, non-overthinking way like they do on tiktok

and how do i do it? instagram? substack? youtube? tiktok? ajsdkfl; when did it become so complex

i wish to set my creator/artist self free

like I feel when I:

am in a room, facilitating a discussion, working the room, meeting with young girls

singing

playing sheet music

it’s actually so beautiful because I know at the root of wanting to create, and even when everything is by default being repurposed, it’s because I believe that in me filling the hole in the shape of me. 

i am starting to realize that even with all this anxiety and fear, that it’s pure, because I have a good, necessary, thing to put out there

oh god please help set me free from this weird loop. set my artist/creative bird self free from this cage that has been made by social media, algorithm, numbers. 

God lead me to the simplest powerful path. something to end this noise and chaos. 

I love that the heartbeat is in me. even with the feelings of fear and anxiety. I love that I am here for me. holding me.

i love you. I’m sorry you’re scared. you’re feeling anxious about all this. it’s not fun honey, it’s not. you wish there was a way it would all feel easier. okay. less pressure. I’m so sorry you feel so much pressure. and that you have all this noise in your head. and it feels like you’re never doing it. i’m sorry you’re feeling these feelings. 

i hear you and I totally get it.

but you know what, you are also doing great honey. you are so okay. you are just fine honey. no one is mad at you. there is no right way to do it.

just know, if you care about something, you just find a way that feels like a fun project, just for you. take as much time as you need. i want you to see it and be proud. whatever that is. just take your time with it.

don’t create it for anyone else but yourself.

it’s okay. <3 you just start with it. just like in summer breaks, back in the day. when you did it just because you loved to see you do it. just like that <3

it’s okay.

[momolady]

Mikky the Selkie

Trying to grow a budding business is hard, but the work put in is extremely worth it. Our story takes place with such high stakes on an island paradise brimming with all sorts of...expectations.

Female Main Character x Male Monster

I haven’t been on vacation since I was a teenager. Ever since then it’s been staycations or whatever weird name it is for “I have paid time off but no money to travel”. Most of my time has either been devoted to school or work,  and yes, technically, this is a business trip, but there is still plenty of time between meetings and begging for funding to pretend I am on vacation. After all, we’re on the beach and it reminds me of home.

“This makeup line is what we’ve been dreaming of since we were kids,” I murmured. Mostly to myself, but since Cece was with me it was worth repeating. “I can start with that for the presentation. Maybe going on about how well the crowdfunding went? We could talk about that successful campaign?” I was still trying to figure out the best way to start the meeting. I wanted a great opener, but I kept overthinking it. We had just walked into the office building and were striding across the grand foyer.

After speaking to the front desk, we were allowed back to the employee elevator. It was surprising to find such a sprawling enterprise on a beach paradise. The building stood out amongst the beachy cafes and cobblestone streets. The building itself was faced towards the ocean, so I was sure the sight of the setting sun on the beach would be breathtaking now.

“Maybe we can tell them how we lived off rice and beans for two years too,” Cece was staring at herself in the mirrored walls of the elevator.

“We’re both cute,” Cece assured me. “We’ve got the success of our first launch behind us. We have good reviews. We’re cute-”

“You said that already,” I huffed.

“That’s because no one else says it enough.” Cece adjusted her top as we stepped into the elevator. She then played with her hair in the mirrors that made up the walls. “Who thought putting mirrors in elevators was a good idea.”

“It makes them look bigger so people don’t get claustrophobic.” I was trying not to, but I was checking out myself too. Cece and I had worked on each others hair all last night and then this morning just to make them look nice. Her box braids were perfect, but my fingers no longer were. My hair was slicked back into a big poof with one of my mother’s scarves wrapped around the crown of my head. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I was doing this for her. After all, our makeup brand was named after her Selenis.

The elevator dinged, opening up to reveal a long hallway stretched out before us. “Are you ready?”

Cece looked at me and laughed. “No. But I’ll leave the elevator if you do.”

“It’ll be okay,” I assured her. “Lots of good things wait at the end of long hallways. Right?”

Cece gave me an unsure look.

“Right,” I nodded. “Look, we’ve had this meeting in the works for months!”

“Long ass time.” Cece exhaled slowly, rubbing her stomach.

I nodded. “They support black owned businesses, and not as just a fad,” I grumbled. “They’re good. Real good. We’re terrified, obviously.”

Cece gave me the eye. “That’s a word for it.”

“We can’t show fear. That’s blood in the water. We were asked to come here, they want to see us. Let’s remember that.” I looked up from giving us the pep talk and near the end of the hallway there was a small receptionist desk with a woman behind it. She looked shocked to see us as we approached.

“We have a meeting with Mr.-” I started but she quickly cut me off.

“You’re early!” She gasped with alarm. “I don’t have your meeting down until seven!”

Cece and I exchanged weary looks. Cece took the lead, propping her hand upon the desk. “It is seven,” she said with a smile. “Now I don’t know about you-”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” the poor thing is scrambling and trying to not panic. “I have you down for seven in the evening! Mr. Rodrick was planning on having a dinner meeting with you.”

Cece turned and looked at me blankly. “I got up early!”

“I know I know calm-” I pulled her aside and approached the desk. “Really? PM?” i whispered.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Medina,” she said. “I guess there were some lines crossed on both ends. If you like, I can get you breakfast delivered to your rooms, or get you into Blueberry Luna.”

“That might be nice,” I said with a nod. “We were both so nervous we barely ate anything at the hotel.”

She smiled brightly. “Blueberry Luna is wonderful, but it does always get busy. I’ll call ahead and get you a reservation.”

“Thank you, I suppose we’ll see you again this evening.” I grabbed Cece’s elbow as we left. In the elevator again we were both quiet and unsure.

“Damn,” Cece huffed. “I was ready to rip off that band aid then enjoy the rest of my day. Now we gotta stress the rest of the day.”

“We’ll enjoy our day. Go swimming, see the beach,” I sighed, although I was feeling a touch defeated too.

We went to the restaurant which was on the beach, it had this cozy hybrid atmosphere of part cabana and part cottage. We were seated instantly, given probably the best seat in the whole place. "I looked up at Cece from my empty plate and grinned. "Almost worth getting up early for," I said, and she conceded with a curt nod. The fact that the server announced that our bill had been covered by Mr. Roderick's office for the mistake was an added bonus that sent us out of the door smiling.

Feeling a bit more lighthearted after a good meal, Cece and I decided we’d go down to the beach. I wasn’t planning to go swimming, but just in case we did I put a leave-in conditioner in my hair. I laid out on the beach, looking out over the water and remembering my childhood back home.

I smiled brightly, easing back upon the towel when a shadow was cast over me. Looking up, I saw a naked man upon the big rock above me. He was wet and pushing his wet hair away from his face. I don’t think he noticed me below at all. I wanted to say something, but I was rendered silent by the absolute display of it all. He was a lot of man to take in. Tall, broad back, thick arms and thighs, lots of tattoos on his bronze skin. He turned slightly and I think that’s when he saw me.

“Hello there,” he waved.

I waved back, still unable to speak.

He picked up something from the rock and tied it around his waist. “Enjoying the view?” he asked, and I had no clue if he was being cheeky or genuine.

“It’s fine.” My voice squeaked.

He chuckled and came down from the rock. He was still a lot of man to drink in. He was a touch older, his long hair was dark grey with streaks of pale silver and black. He had tattoo sleeves on both arms, as well as his chest and back. Mostly flowers, but lots of dark shadows and imagery too. I was trying to keep from staring, but I was failing.

“Sorry,” he said with a big, bright smile. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

I just shook my head. That’s when I noticed his eyes were frosty blue. “Public beach,” my voice cracked. “What can you do?”

He smiled and I might as well have swooned onto a chaise lounge. “Still, I doubt many want to happen upon a man out of his swim trunks,” he laughed.

I should have bitten my lip but I decided to speak up instead. “You don’t get online often do you?”

His laugh was boisterous and loud, but his smile was all that I needed. “I would like to, but now I’m worried about what I’ll find.” He knelt down and extended his big hand to me. “Mikky,” he introduced himself.

When I took his hand it was as warm as the sand and as soft as suede. His nails were painted black, and the tattoos on the back of his hand were roses. “Toni,” I said softly.

“Toni,” he repeated the name, making me conjure up another chaise lounge. “My pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” I really wish I had said anything other than that.

Mikky’s smile could keep several fantasies fueled for the next couple of weeks. The way it was crooked, the way it crinkled his eyes, the way I couldn’t even describe how sexy it was without needing a fan. “I’d love to keep going, but I’m afraid I have to catch a shower before work,” he said. “Maybe I’ll accidentally ruin your view again.”

He was being cheeky! “Sure,” I murmured.

Mikky stood up, pushing his mane back again. “Another day, Toni.” he walked away right as Cece was walking up.

“Whoa,” she coughed. “What was that?”

I looked back as Mikky walked away. “Okay, so you saw him too? I wasn’t hallucinating?”

Cece nodded and bit her lip. “I saw a man I could leave my husband for.”

We went back to the Rodrick Building that evening after going through our beauty regimen again and stressing over the logistics of our argument. This time, the receptionist let us into the office, much to our relief.  I was a bit stunned by how much sunlight greeted us when the door opened. We might as well have been standing outside with how much of the ocean expanded out before us. Cece stared through the window with a look of awe, then stared back at me as if to ask; ‘do you see this shit?’ We didn’t even realize that the conference table was set for dinner and there was wine chilling.

“Mr. Roderick will be with you in a moment. Go ahead and have a seat.” the receptionist said.

“Can I have a small table for my presensation?” I asked her softly.

She nodded. “Of course Ms. Medina! I’ll go get it.”

“Smells good,” Cece murmured.

I looked around the office, too nervous to want to sit still. I wanted to display our products, in part to show him what we had to offer, but mostly to give me something to do with my hands. Once the table was brought in I opened up the case and started setting things out.

A moment later the door opened again. “Well, hello ladies. So glad to finally have you.”

I looked up, expecting Mr. Roderick, but instead it was Mikky holding a corkscrew and wearing an exquisite suit. His smile grew when he saw me. “Well hello, Toni.”

I gulped. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Cece waved from the table.

“Sorry, I had to step out to get this,” Mikky said, taking up the wine bottle. “Although, you probably don’t want a drink until after your presentation.” He popped from the cork from the bottle and sniffed it. Even if the wine didn’t look half as expensive as it did, I’d still want about half of it.

“Aren’t you that guy on the beach this afternoon?” Cece asked.

Mikky chuckled. “I am often on the beach.”

“You’re Mr. Roderik?”

He sighed heavily. “I am, although I hate being called that. Come sit down, Toni.” He pulled out a chair. “I want to hear your pitch for your business as well as enjoy a good meal with some wonderful company.”

Cece was eating it up, but I was more nervous now than before. I sat down, watching his arms as he pushed in my chair. “Thank you,” I was a bit breathless. “Where should we start?”

“Well, I’m happy to answer any questions,” he said. “I know there are  usually some. I feel it helps to break the ice to start there.”

Cece was quick on the trigger. “Is there a reason you support companies that are led by people of color?”

Mikky chuckled. “Well, aside from it being the right thing to do, I think it’s important. Not to mention my father was a bitgoted monster and I want to use his money to piss him off in the afterlife so, here we are.”

Cece grinned. “I like that.”

“There is a lot of creativity and ingenuity that goes unnoticed in this world, I’d like to hope I can help it be seen.” He motioned over to the display table. “Cosmetics is something I’ve yet to dive into, and it’s one of the most popular industries in the world right now. Tell me, what sets yours apart?”

This was my part, I had memorized everything, but in that moment I couldn’t think of anything.

“Toni?” Cece whispered.

“The packaging looks very unique,” Mikky murmured. “Tell me about it.”

“It’s uhm-” I cleared my throat and drank some water. “It’s our goal to have recycled and recyclable packaging. We’re aiming to use glass and compostable materials only within the next five years. But of course, those things cost a lot of money. And in order to be able to fulfill our promises, we also need to become reliable in the eyes of the market as well as our customers. Having refillable options would be a big and understandably uneasy step for a lot of people.”

Mikky’s blue eyes lit up. “Refillable options?”

“Yes. Reusable containers are something we’re striving towards. Until we can have a brick and mortar business, we will offer either the option to send your container in and be refilled by us, or to have refills in containers that can be easily recycled or composted.”

“That’s very interesting,” Mikky was taking notes on his tablet. “Do you want a physical storefront? In the packet you sent you only mentioned expanding your office space.”

I nodded. “It’s a dream, of course. But we’re trying to remain realistic. Online shopping is only going to grow and we need to keep up with the demand for that.”

As the evening went on, we talked more, ate, and had some wine. By the time everything we had to say was over, the world outside was dark. Mikky walked us down that long hallway to the elevator.

“I’ll go over everything on my own, then I’ll schedule a meeting with some of my partners and we’ll have that second meeting you scheduled” he pressed the button ont he elevator. “Thank you both for your time and effort. I can see how passionate you are about this.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you. I know you must be busy.”

Mikky returned that smile. “This is my joy.”

As Cece and I got back onto the elevator I sighed with relief, slouching back against the wall. “Oh well,” I huffed.

“Oh well?” Cece looked cross at me. “Oh well? What? Did you see something I didn’t?”

“Not with the meeting.” I sat back up. “I just mean I can’t have a fling with our potential business partner.”

“You scared me!” Cece huffed. “Oh right. Well, there’s always dreams right?”

When we got back to the hotel, I lay down while Cece went to the bathroom. I noticed I had a message on my phone. It was from Mikky.

“I know I may be out of bounds here, but I would love to see you again. Not just in a meeting. Do you have plans for breakfast?”

“What’s that look for?” Cece asked as she came out of the bathroom.

“Mikky just asked me out.” I was still in a bit of shock.

Cece clambered over, sitting beside me and looking at my phone. “No way! What’d you say?”

“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “I want to say yes but-”

“Just do it,” Cece urged. “What’s the harm with just breakfast?”

I could fret over this all night and never answer. But I wanted to answer him. “Just breakfast.” I murmured. I answered him and hit send.

“I’ll see you at Blueberry Luna then,” he answered back.

“This could be bad, we could fuck up our funding,” I grumbled.

“Over breakfast?” Cece laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Just see what happens.”

The next morning I went to Blueberry Luna, standing there as I waited to be seen. I had tried to dress casual, I didn’t want him thinking I was trying. Once I was led back to his table, I felt my stomach drop. He was so handsome, but I was confused by the fur coat he had.

“Good morning,” he stood up to pull out my chair. He then took my hand and kissed the knuckles. Who did that?

“Good morning.” I sat down and watched him. “I’m a bit surprised to be here.”

“Really? How come?”

I shrugged, fidgeting a bit. “I mean, we could be business partners. I figured this would be a...sort taboo situation.”

“Once it goes through it’s just my money, which is controlled by my business partners. So technically, it’s a company thing, not a me thing. I just like knowing the people behind it all personally before everything becomes official. Does that make sense?”

“You’re getting to know me personally,” I muttered.

“That,” he grinned and poured me coffee. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

My heart was fighting with my ribcage in a death match that was beginning to bring my other organs into the blood feud. “Oh,” I choked.

“It may be a bit taboo,” he smirked at the word. “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and your beautiful face since I first saw you.”

“Oh,” I coughed again.

“Is that okay?” Mikky chuckled.

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s just a surprise still.”

Mikky sipped his coffee. “There is another reason,.” he reached back and touched that fur coat. “You see, I'm a selkie and it will be mating season very soon.”

Every hair on my body bristled. “What does that mean?”

Mikky chuckled. “I didn’t mean for that to come out as strangely as it did. I uhm-” his cheeks darkened as he tried to sort his words out. “Oh god, no matter how I try to phrase this I sound insane!”

“You’re looking for a mate?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. I don’t want kids. But the heat it uh...gets uncomfortable. Shit I sound gross. I’m really just trying to be honest. I like you,” he said this with sincerity. “You’re beautiful and articulate and passionate. I want to get to know as best I can. But when the heat starts-”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “I think I see where you’re going. You want to go at this earnestly, but by the time we get comfortable, you’ll be horny all the time.”

Mikky nodded shyly. “That’s it.”

I let my smile free and chuckled to myself. “Okay, Mr. Selkie. I’m interested. I actually really appreciate your attempts at honesty.”

“I think you’re something special, Toni,” he said softly. “I want to take my time with you. I want to be the best version of myself. But in a few weeks I won’t be.” Even his nervous smile was exquisite. “I’ll be something else then.”

“Well,” I smiled down at my coffee. “My mom always said that you never really know someone until you see them at their worst. If you can accept that, then you can see each other through anything.”

Mikky licked the corner of his mouth. “I’m not my best, but I’m certainly not at my worst,” he said seductively. “Just to warn you.”

[fairyellieee]

"Addicted"

Fandom: Criminal Minds US TV (2005)

Pairing/s: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Inspired by: Velvet Crowbar - Lana Del Rey [unreleased]

Summary: Moments where Y/n felt that she can't control anything that's been going on with Spencer and their relationship.

Trigger Warning/s: Toxic relationship, arguing, gaslighting, manipulation, angst without a happy ending, revolves around the topic of obsession.

Not proof read

"I love you Spence" I said as I caressed his face.

"I love you too Y/n" he said pulling me close yet I wonder why the way he said it was so empty; it felt like there was a void.

You're like crack to me I don't want to leave

Being in bed with him, watching how peaceful he is when he's asleep; unlike earlier where all I can see was rage in his eyes.

Brushing my hands through his hair I can't help but wonder "did he fell out of love?" That sentence keeps running through my mind and I can't stop it.

I'm just so worried about him whenever he's leaving for a case; I'm scared of losing the only person that I love.

I'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing

"Spencer! Where's Spencer?!" I shouted through the hallway of the hospital, the lady on the front desk was no help; all she did was give me sympathy.

"Pretty girl just calm down, he's going to be okay. He's currently in surgery. You have to stay calm." Derek tried to calm me down as he pulled me close while caressing my back.

"I can't calm down Derek! He's all I have, I can't lose him too." Crying into Derek's chest, I know that he's worried for his best friend too but he doesn't know how it feels.

"Oh my gosh! Sugarplum! I came here as soon as I heard about what happened to Reid." Penelope said as soon as she got to you.

"He's going to be alright, sweetie. He's a strong person and you have to be strong too. He wouldn't want you to worry much." Penelope said as she pulled me into another hug.

"Why is he so reckless? What was he thinking?!" I cried. I don't know what to do, the what if's running through my mind. I can't help but overthink everything. How can he be so reckless and irrational?

We stayed there waiting for the surgery to be over. JJ and Hotch came a few minutes after Penelope while Rossi was talking with the hospital staff.

As soon as we all heard a door opening, we all stood up and tried to talk to the doctor.

"Doctor Reid is going to be fine, the surgery went well and we removed the bullet in his abdomen. Luckily it didn't hit any major arteries and he just needs a lot of rest, a few medications and he'll be as good as he was before." The doctor stated as he flipped through a chart.

"Can we come see him now?" JJ worriedly asked.

"Of course but I would suggest to not go in as a huge group because it can overwhelm him in his drugged state. In a few hours the drug will surpass and you can all go in together." The doctor replied as he led all of you towards where Reid was transported to.

My baby's on his eighth life darling

"Hey Spence, how're you feeling?" I said as soon as I saw that he's awake.

"Okay, a little sore but I'm fine" he said adjusting his eyes to the dimlight.

"The doctor said that you're going to need a lot of rest. Do you want something to eat? Morgan's getting you a Jell-O." I informed as i swept some of his curly hair to the side of his face.

"I love Jell-O"

"I know, that's why he's getting it for you. You made us worry a lot, Spence. Don't ever do that again." pointing an accusatory finger on his face.

"I'm sorry, I- I was just worried about the girl. She reminded me of you and that made me want to protect her from the unsub." He said as he looked down on his hands.

"I'm sorry darling, I love you so much just don't do that again. Okay?"

Staying with him 'til the morning

I just can't help but stare at him. His pretty brown eyes, his fluffy hair, his button nose and his pink lips. Everything about him is literally perfect.

"What're you staring at? Y'know it's very rude to stare at someone, darling."

"You just look very pretty, I love you Spence." I said as I approach him and kiss his nose.

I was addicted to you didn't wanna blow it

"I never said that I wanted you to quit your job Spence! I know how important your job is to you but I don't want to feel like I'm just some second choice; someone who you just run off to for comfort!" I frustratedly shouted, I don't even know where this argument started. I just wanted my boyfriend to spend some of their time with me.

"But it doesn't feel that way Y/n! It's like you're telling me to quit! I need this job and your full support Y/n! I run to you for comfort because you're my girlfriend! That's what they're supposed to do! If you can't do that simple thing for me then how can we be in a relationship?!" Spencer pointed his accusatory finger on me.

"I just want to spend time with you, Spence. Why can't you give me that one thing?"

"Well maybe because you're acting like a bitch! I don't want to spend time with someone who doesn't even acknowledge everything that I've done for her!"

"But I do appreciate everything that you do Spence! What I don't appreciate is your-" before I can finish his phone started ringing.

"Dr. Reid speaking. Yeah- mhm- I'll be there in 15 minutes." He said before he hung up his phone.

"We're not done with this conversation, Spencer. You can't just walk away!" I shouted as he grabbed his go bag almost walking out of the door.

"Well it seems like I can. This conversation is over, Y/n." He said before slamming the door as he left.

You were a dick with your crew

Always on the road

I was watching tv on the sofa but then I heard the door unlocking. I turned to my side to see Spencer entering the apartment.

"Hey Spence, I just want to apologize about-" and as soon as he walks in he went straight to his home office.

You wanna touch life so hard

Why can't you give it a rest?

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm here y'know." Spencer stated as we were cuddling on the sofa.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm not living up to my full potential. It feels as if I'm just wasting my life for something not worth it."

"If you're doing what you love, I think it's worth it. You're not wasting your life, Spencer. You help people, you catch criminals and you're with me." Hugging him closer, he puts his chin on my shoulder.

"I just- I think I can do something more. I really thought I could cure schizophrenia by the time I was 30. I just- really want to help my mom." He cried.

"and you are sweetie. You're helping her by being there for her every step of the way. She may not be cured of her schizophrenia but she's handling it; with you." Holding his face with both of my hands, I kissed his forehead as I said some comforting words.

"You're the best Y/n, I never thought I could be with someone like you."

You're not that bright for a star

Burned yourself out nothing left

But then I woke up, it was all a dream. That conversation was a dream. Me and Spencer are no longer together for 2 months. Arguments after arguments, it just pushed me off the cliff so I let go.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Hey!

Feel free to ignore this if this isn’t appealing to you, but honestly I’m simping over Carol Denvers and could really go for some steamy fluff with her x reader.

Maybe just a dinner date gone dirty talk? Do whatever you want with this! :) Have a great day.

Completely Yours

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: Steamy, but not smutty

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: amazingly, I actually already had a piece I wrote last year that kind of falls into these suggestions! i tweaked the ending a bit from my original writing to hopefully make it more on the steamy side. and there's an element of jealousy/protective Carol. So, I hope this works okay! I immediately thought of it after reading your request :) Also I absolutely love Carol, one of my favorite MCU characters <3 I have a few pieces already written for her but only published on ao3 (and a previous writing blog)

Masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stared at your lipstick collection, completely baffled by the choices. Was the red lip too bold for your lacy black dress? But was the pink lip too simple? Maybe the dress was the problem…

"Stop it," you mumbled to yourself and grabbed the wine red lipstick. You were nearly humored with your brain’s antics. There shouldn’t be anything to overthink given the fact you’ve been on countless dates with Carol. Heck, you don’t even remember being this nervous for your very first date, but, perhaps, the fact this was an anniversary date was maybe getting to you a bit.

You two were two years into the relationship but you still wanted to give it your all especially on such an occasion. You both had been so busy with one thing or another for your first anniversary so there was a lingering duty to make it up — and that’s exactly why the glam had to be perfect, no matter how many times Carol insisted you were gorgeous without it.

A knock came from the bathroom door as you were finishing with the lipstick.

"Babe," Carol called out. "Almost ready?"

You gave your hair a quick glance over and exited the bathroom. You were greeted by your stunning girlfriend all dolled up and looking as lovely as ever.

"All good," you smiled, shamelessly eyeing her.

She gave a knowing smirk, "You look so beautiful."

"Maybe we both clean up well," you teased, shrugging.

Your girlfriend just rolled her eyes at your antics and motioned towards the front door. You grabbed your purse and started heading ahead of Carol. But being the cheeky girlfriend she is, she couldn’t let you get far without giving a teasing tap on your behind. Now it was your turn to shoot her the eye roll which she just laughed away, following you out the door.

***

The restaurant was a busy scene tonight and upon noticing the patrons and their seemingly wandering eyes, Carol was on you in full protective mode. This could’ve been expected no matter where you two had gone and you’ve had to come to terms with that. Carol was quite the protective type and typically you adored it but honestly, it wasn’t necessary in your eyes. There wasn’t a thing — or person — in the world that could whisk you away from your love.

Choosing to ignore her change in demeanor, you pushed through the crowd to the hostess table.

"Thank gosh we made reservations," you said as the hostess left to check on the table.

But your girlfriend didn’t quite hear you. She gave a hum in response while fixated on something at the bar in the corner of the restaurant. You tried figuring out what held her attention but couldn’t pick anything out. Maybe she thought she saw someone she knew? But you dismissed it as you saw the hostess motioning you to follow her to your reserved table.

The two of you settled in and started flipping through the menu. Carol seemed to be occupied by the food selection, which gave you some sense of relief. Fingers crossed whatever had her captivated before had vanished. At one point she even grabbed your hand for a bit, running her thumb on the back of it lovingly as you two browsed.

It wasn’t until the waiter came by for the drink order that you realized she had her guards up the entire time.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Glass of Pinot Grigio for me," you said, turning back to the food items.

When you didn’t hear Carol’s lovely voice responding with her drink order, you glanced up to find her still staring behind you.

"Um, could you give us a second?" You asked the waiter. They just gave a polite smile and headed towards the kitchen.

You sighed, slamming your menu on the table. That got your girlfriend’s attention.

"Carol, what is going on? Is there a galactic threat behind me or something?"

"Honey, no," Carol sighed. "It’s just… This guy at the bar keeps looking at you."

Your jaw dropped. "That’s what this is about? You’re gonna be distracted our entire anniversary dinner because you think some guy is looking at me?"

Carol’s once rigid expression quickly turned soft at your tone. She grabbed your hand across the table, trying to soothe your rising anger. Shaking her head, she said, "No, babe, that’s ridiculous of me."

You put your other hand on hers, nodding. "It is ridiculous. There is nothing worth ruining this night over, okay? You’ve got me, baby, I’m not going anywhere."

"Forever?" She smirked.

"Forever," you mumbled as you leaned across the table to give her a kiss which she happily leaned into.

***

The dinner went very well after Carol calmed down. Drinks helping to ease any worry. You two flirted and giggled as if it was the first all over again and, boy, did it feel magical. Pasta was eaten, wine was sipped… and even kisses were stolen like lovestruck school girls. The man at the bar had been completely forgotten by both of you.

After you two finished your dessert (with a side of Carol’s cheeky comments about dessert after the dessert), you had to run to the restroom. Carol nodded and said she’d wait for you at the front of the restaurant.

With a quick kiss, you departed from the table. In the restroom, you did some make-up retouch up. The night was just heating up in your eyes and you still wanted to look like an absolute dream for your woman — not to mention you were quite antsy from the constant teasing.

After a quick powder and recollecting your items, you reemerged from the restroom. You were fumbling for your phone in your purse, making your way to the restaurant exit, when you slammed into something hard.

A bit dazed, you look up expecting a sudden wall or pole, but instead you were met by some handsome, well-dressed man uncomfortably close. He was smirking down at you, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going." You said, giving your fakest, most polite smile.

Apparently, it worked too well because the man’s smirk turned into a smile with his eyes curiously watching you.

"Trust me, sweetheart, it’s all good."

The pet name made your stomach turn, red flags waving. You let out a breathy laugh and tried stepping around him, but he blocked your attempt.

"Sir, I have someone waiting-,"

"Oh, the girl you were with?" He asked. You gulped realizing this wasn’t any man, this was the man Carol had been nervous about. You really didn’t think there was any man staring at you and that it was just Carol's paranoia kicking in. But no, your girlfriend had been rightfully cautious and you were kicking yourself for being doubtful.

"Sir, really-,"

"I think your friend wouldn’t mind waiting," he said, not only cutting you off but blocking you again with his broad body, his hand coming near your side as if trapping you.

"She’s my girlfriend," you snapped back, blood boiling at his game. "So, I’m not interested."

"Oh, a girlfriend! That could make this a lot more interesting-"

"Hey!" A voice boomed from the dining room entrance. All heads turned towards your clearly pissed-off girlfriend, heels hot marching towards you. She was steaming — well, maybe nearly glowing — with anger. "Get away from her."

"Ah, it’s the girlfriend-,"

"You’re damn right it’s the girlfriend," Carol snapped, eyeing him quite intensely. You knew there wasn’t much stopping her from taking him down this second. "And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my girl home."

She didn’t even let him get in another syllable before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit. Patrons eyes were still focused on the rampage occurring but you were way too focused on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure you had ever personally witnessed this side of her. Sure, you two had arguments before, but this was… A lot. She was scared, angry, frustrated… A bottle waiting to explode.

When you two made it back to the car, you went to console Carol but she never gave you a chance. Within seconds you were pressed against the passenger side door, her lips hot and ferocious against yours. She moved with such anger, such passion, you almost let yourself get lost in it but you knew it wouldn’t solve anything like talking would.

"Honey," you gasped for air, pushing Carol gently off of you. You cupped her face with shaking hands. "Hey, I’m sorry."

"No, it’s just…" She pulled away, arms flailing in defeat. "I knew it! I knew that asshole would… God! Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

You sighed, your gaze drifting to your hands, picking at your nude nail polish. "I really didn’t think there was anyone looking at me."

"You innocent, gorgeous woman," Carol chuckled in disbelief. "I feel like I’m always shooing men away from you."

"It shouldn’t matter," you said, grabbing your girlfriend’s nervous hands. "I’m yours, honey. I am yours."

Carol hummed in appreciation and moved closer to you. "Mine?"

You nodded, watching her go from frazzled to lusting. She closed the gap, nearly towering over you as you leaned against the car. Her sweet, strong face was barely illuminated by the streetlights but you saw the love come back to her eyes.

"Really mine?" She asked again as she effortlessly dipped her head and started kissing up your neck. Her hand began making its way down your side, past your hips, where it began caressing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Carol, yes!" You giggled, squirming under her actions.

Her kisses made their way up to your face. She whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Maybe, we should get home, then, and you could show me." She paused. "Because I'm definitely itching to show you just how much you mean to me, baby. You wouldn't believe the ideas running through my head."

Briefly, her fingers lingered over your clothed core. You sighed.

"Maybe we should just find somewhere private around here?" you whispered back, motioning towards the backseat door. "I don’t know if I can wait."

And that was very much true. You could already feel yourself soaking through the material of your panties.

"You little minx," your girlfriend laughed, placing a needy kiss on your lips, her thigh subtly grinding into you. "You’re going to kill me one day."

You moaned, pressing yourself against her, your body burning with need. "Not if you kill me first."

[rhysandswingspan]

Heyy, I've admired your writing for a while, and I was wondering if you could give me any advice or tips about writing.

(I've finally decided to attempt to be slightly productive...)

I'm sorry if this is annoying-

Also, I'm absolutely in love with your fics!! <3

Oh my gosh, I'm so honored! Of course I'd be happy to give some tips, and it's not annoying at all.

I know a lot of things say "Plan out the background before you write."

And that works for some people, and if it works for you, great!

But I'll tell you a secret. I have not planned out A SINGLE ONE OF MY FANFICS.

I just sat down with a vague idea and started typing to see where it would go.

Then after the word vomit was done, THEN I refined it. Then I planned out what would happen next, and what to add, and where it was going.

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But here are my main tips:

1. Don't worry too much about a concept being overused. Sure it's been written before, but it hasn't been written by YOU.

2. Don't overthink things, there is the delete button for a reason if you don't like where something is going, but don't spend too much time considering if it's a good idea or not.

3. When in doubt of what line to write next, consider the following: How does the main character feel? What are they thinking? What emotions are they feeling? Then write a line about that.

4. Smut is hard to write, and I don't think enough people talk about this. Eventually you start to get this feeling like every scene feels very similar.

5. You can skip past a scene that is hard to write and move on to the next one. There is no set way to write a story

6. DO NOT COMPARE YOUR WRITING TO OTHER WRITING. I cannot stress this enough.

7. If a line seems odd or a scene does, get a second opinion before you delete it, because you may just be over analyzing it.

8. You are under NO obligation to finish a prompt or story that you have lost interest in. Don't stress over it.

9. There is no shame in looking up a prompt

10. You don't need to write a full story just to write something. You can write a random scene with no context. That's still writing and it still improves your skills

11. Try to step out of your comfort zone, but there is nothing wrong with writing inside of it, and only sharing stories that you are comfortable with

12. Writing is hard. Don't be harder on yourself. (If anyone says writing is easy, they're lying)

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I'm sorry if some of those didn't make sense, or if it was a lot, but I think they are all important.

Feel free to reach out about anything to do with writing, and if you do end up writing some things, I'd love to see them! (Only if you are comfortable with sharing of course)

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OH, I FORGOT!

13. If you think of a cool sentence, write it at the bottom of the page. Then you can add it in later, and they can give you ideas on what to write next. (I personally keep like 5 related ones at the bottom of any draft I'm working on)

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I hope this helped!

[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - the planning 1.0

Summary: The planning for their wedding can start 🥰

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Daddy kink, cock warming, some smut

Wordcount: 4.3k

A/N: Did I go out of my way to make edits? Yes

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter 

October 1st 1 p.m.

‘Where the hell did you get that from?’ I ask Genevieve, who places a large and thick book on the table. On the front cover she wrote THE CAVILL WEDDING in beautiful pink letters  (she most likely printed it out, but okay) and I see she went out of her way with some stickers as well. Design like that isn’t really her forte, but the slight amateurism in it, makes me chuckle.

It has overdoing it by Genevieve Donahue written all over it.

‘See this as a little preparation,’ Genevieve says. ‘I want to make getting married as easy for you as I possibly can.’

I look over to Viola, who takes a sip of her drink. ‘We knew about the proposal back in July,’ she explains. ‘Henry wanted our input on the engagement ring. Gen wouldn’t be Gen if she didn’t go out of her way, already looking for certain stuff.’

Henry fixes his tie, since he is going to work, but he still hears what my friends are saying to me. ‘It’s a cute book,’ he says.

‘You already saw it?’ I ask.

‘Of course. I wanted their input on the ring, they wanted my input on their ideas.’

‘Hm, I see. Gen, I’m not gonna lie. I’m very keen on on checking out that book.’

My friends squeal and are absolutely delighted that this is happening and I am thankful they are willing to help me. I have great ideas, but my planning skills are severely lacking. Besides, calling for appointments? Those are my worst nightmares.

‘Okay ladies, I’m going to work,’ Henry says, walking up to the table where we’re all seated. He sits next to me and places his hand in the back of my neck. ‘If you need anything, just call me, okay?’

‘Of course,’ I say.

He gives me a kiss and whispers: ‘Remember, no budget, okay?’

I roll my eyes, but simply nod. Ever since we got engaged, he continues to tell me we don’t have a budget for the wedding and while that is of course amazing, it’s not like I want to spend a million dollars (if not more) on a party. Sure, having the wedding of my dreams is amazing, but I’d rather invest in a great marriage. ‘I love you, honey.’

He smiles. ‘Love you too, darling.’ He gets up, grabs the keys and as he says his final goodbyes, he walks out of the penthouse.

‘Fuck, he is so hunky,’ Genevieve says. ‘Goodness me, that ass on that man.’

Normally I’d scold her, but now I simply can’t. I let out a giggle and say: ‘And he is my fiancé!’ I obnoxiously wave my hand in front of their eyes, showing off the ring like I have been doing that for quite some time now. ‘Oh, I still can’t believe that.’

‘He is so romantic,’ Viola says. ‘I mean, we all knew he was totally smitten with you in the first place, but going engagement ring shopping with him… Gosh, it was absolutely endearing.’

‘You have no idea how nervous he was,’ Genevieve says. ‘So sweet. He kept double checking with us, because he wanted to make sure you would like the ring.’

I look at it and say: ‘I love it. It’s so bizarre. Who would’ve guessed that I would ever get engaged?’

‘I do,’ Viola says. ‘Have you seen yourself? Of course you would get engaged to the most desirable man on this planet.’

I blush. ‘Still so crazy.’

‘And,’ Genevieve continues, ‘he said no budget, so this wedding is gonna be amazing.’

‘He maybe said no budget, but I’m saying we do have a budget. I swear, if you guys cross a line—’

‘We won’t,’ the voice of reason named Viola says. ‘Promise.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve, Viola and I went through the book and thankfully my friends already did a lot of work together with some input of Henry. Genevieve told me she is gonna make an appointment for a wedding dress and bridesmaids dress fitting.

She circled in the book full of magic the venue that Henry really liked and thankfully, that was my personal favorite as well. When the two of us finally make a decision about the date, we can arrange it.

Thankfully, she (and Henry as well) is willing to make the calls. Calling makes me nervous, because I can’t see the other person’s face. Henry does most of the calls, if not all of them and while he doesn’t mind, I sometimes hate myself for not being able to put on my big girl shoes and call myself.

By the time my two friends left, I am in the penthouse by myself. Henry told me he’d be home soon and soon really is soon, because the door opens not long after I made myself comfortable on the couch, looking through the wedding book again.

‘There she is,’ Henry says as he enters the living room, ‘my gorgeous fiancée.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘Are you gonna keep doing that?’

‘Until you and I get married, yes. After that, I’m gonna replace fiancée with wife and you’ll probably be sick of me very soon.’

‘Never,’ I chuckle. ‘Never ever.’

He sits next to me on the couch and presses a kiss on my lips. ’So, did you ladies make some progress?’

I nod and tell him that Genevieve is gonna call for some appointments, for some fitting sessions.

‘Genevieve is gonna call?’ he chuckles.

‘Don’t make fun of me,’ I say, squeezing his side. ‘Tell me, you have a date in mind?’

He simply shrugs. ‘What kind of wedding would you like, baby girl?’

‘Probably a spring wedding,’ I say with a smile. ‘Spring is gorgeous. I love spring.’

He smiles. ‘How about we get married somewhere in April?’ he suggests. ‘It’s usually nice spring weather.’

‘Yeah?’ I ask him. ‘You sure you want a spring wedding?’

‘Honey, you know what I think. I could literally get married to you any second of whatever day. Name a date and we’ll get married then.’

‘April twenty second,’ I say. ‘That sounds like a cute date, doesn’t it?’

‘April twenty second it is. Something happened on that date or…?’

I shake my head. ‘No, it’s just a cute date. Oh, wait a minute. We could do April twenty fifth, if you want the date to be significant.’

His brows knit together in confusion. ‘What happened on April twenty fifth?’

I gasp out loud. ‘You don’t remember?’

He makes a face. ‘I really don’t, I’m sorry, baby. Please enlighten me.’

‘It’s the first time I accidentally called you daddy. During the one and only driving lesson I had.’

‘Oh,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘That’s right, you did call me daddy for the first time then. That’s a great date, the two of us should get married then.’

‘Why?’

‘Because that’ll be our little secret then.’ He presses a kiss on my nose and says: ‘I remember your color drenched face. You were the human embodiment of mortified.’

‘Shut up.’ I hide my face in my hands and say: ‘The shame I felt was uncanny.’

‘I know,’ he chuckles. ‘Well, if it made you feel better, it did turn me on quite a lot.’

‘Oh dear, did you masturbate because of it?’ I joke.

His eyes dart from one point in the room to the other. ‘I might’ve.’

I certainly wasn’t expecting that. ‘No way!’ I exclaim. ‘Oh my goodness, you did? This is such a compliment.’

His cheeks turn red and says: ‘I couldn’t help it, okay. You looked so cute that day and I kept hearing the word leaving your lips. Of course I had to. But then you said it again on my birthday,’ he continues.

‘Remember what happened on your birthday?’ I chuckle.

‘How could I ever forget?’ Henry runs his tongue over his bottom lip. ‘My naughty lady wearing a thong to the club. Still can’t believe you did that.’

I giggle. ‘You always had this dominant edge to you, but that night it was totally obvious what a dom you are.’

Henry starts to laugh, but that is mostly to mask his slight embarrassment. ‘Do you have to say it like that.’

‘Of course I’m gonna say it like that.’ I straddle his thick thighs, as it’s my favorite spot to sit on. ‘You know, I actually don’t mind it at all.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘It maybe sounds a bit dependent of me on you, but I like that I can follow you through life. That you show me how to do certain stuff, how you kinda lead me through it all. Believe it or not, I need that guidance. I need you calling for me, I need you to drive me from place to place and I need your encouragement before those book events or other events that make me nervous. What I most need are your praises.’

He smiles. ‘You’re sweet.’

‘It is? You’re sure it’s not submissive in a negative sense?’

He shakes his head. ‘Absolutely not. I get it, baby, with the life you had, it can feel nicer to be guided. I will happily be that person for you.’

I give him a kiss, a sign as a thank you. ‘It’s funny how faith works sometimes, isn’t it? You and I sign up on a sugar daddy/baby site and eventually, when we finally admitted our feelings towards one another, we’re here. As an engaged couple.’

‘It sure is amazing,’ he says, pushing up my shirt to place his rough hands on my sides. ‘Did you, Gen and Viola find some inspiration?’

‘We did some Pinteresting,’ I admit. ‘To find the perfect wedding dress. And some bridesmaids dresses. It’s just that planning with Genevieve, means probably a million dollar wedding.’

‘Okay,’ he says, but I glare at him. ‘What?’

‘We’re not having a million dollar wedding. Really, I don’t want that.’

He nods. ‘Then we’ll have a less expensive wedding,’ he chuckles. ‘Just don’t worry about the money, just whatever feels good for you.’

I smile and give him a kiss. For a few seconds, something is brewing inside my brain and it rolls out before I can even overthink it. ‘Do we need to talk about a prenup?’ I ask him. For Henry this comes totally out of the blue, because his eyes enlarge. ‘Or not?’ I quickly add. ‘We don’t need to discuss it now.’

‘You and I are not gonna get a divorce.’

‘No, no, no, I know that,’ I say, ‘it’s just that I kinda thought about it already. I think that we should have it. You worked hard for your money and I don’t want to take that away from you. Besides—despite me telling you to stop—you continue to transfer money to mine, yet refuse to let me pay for myself, so you constantly hide my credit card to give me yours.’ I send him a look, causing him to grin. ‘I have enough money to start a life for myself.’

‘But baby,’ he says, ‘even if we get a divorce in the future, before that I am planning on making you the mother of our children.’

Hearing him say that, makes me involuntarily smile. A family with Henry, I cannot believe that. ‘And?’

‘You think I’m not gonna provide for my family? I would be an absolute asshole if I did that. You can count on alimony, both for the kids and you. I’ll make sure you and I can continue to live civil with each other. Really.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Henry,’ I say with a smile, ‘you are so fucking romantic.’

‘I know. So no prenup for us and don’t you dare ever saying that again.’

‘Sure?’

‘I’m absolutely sure, baby girl.’

October 20th 10 a.m.

After Henry and I agreed on the date (April 25th, a little dirty secret of ours), he called the venue we’ve been thinking about for some time. Genevieve, Viola and I are now sitting in the Range Rover, as Henry is going to drop us off at the boutique.

‘This is so exciting, wedding dress shopping,’ Gen says. ‘Just humor me and put on a princess ball gown, please.’

‘And why would I do that?’

‘I want to have a laugh and maybe, if it actually looks decent, I’ll hire you as a birthday princess for when I have daughters.’

I roll my eyes. ‘I hate you.’

‘You love me.’

Viola laughs. ‘Well, I can’t wait for you to find the dress.’

‘Me neither,’ Henry says, holding my hand in his, before pressing a kiss on my fingers. ‘You sure you don’t want me to see it?’

‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I am one hundred percent sure. I want you to be surprised.’

‘And you better cry at the altar,’ Genevieve says, ‘otherwise I’ll force her to walk down the aisle again and again and again, until you cry. I could even help you out, you know, by punching you in the nose, that’ll make you cry.’

Henry can’t hide his amusement. ‘I’ll probably be teary eyed,’ he says. ‘That’s enough for you?’

‘No,’ Genevieve says. ‘I want the real deal. Ugly cry, snot, red blotches on your skin.’

‘I don’t,’ I say. ‘We have to take pictures later on.’

‘Okay, let’s not jump the gun,’ Viola says. ‘We’ll make sure she looks stunning in the dress, Henry. We promise.’

✤ ✤ ✤

I don’t know how many dresses I’ve tried on, but I think this might be the one. The fit is simple, but that seems like something that would be totally me. It’s on the tighter side, but with the straps loosely on my shoulders and the deeper neckline than I wanted, but not overly too much, I realize this is actually could be the one.

I show my two friends, who both have tears in their eyes. ‘This is the one, right?’ I ask them.

Always overly dramatic, Genevieve grabs some tissues and blows her nose. ‘It’s beautiful, Beck,’ she says. ‘You look like such a bride. It’s so real now.’

‘Right?’ I ask with a chuckle, mostly to cover up the fact that I want to cry. ‘It’s… It’s perfect.’

Viola stands up and gives me a hug. ‘I love you, Becky,’ she says. ‘Is it April 25th already?’

‘No, time passes by too damn slowly,’ Genevieve says, before forcing herself into the hug as well. ‘You’re gonna look like an absolute vision. If Henry doesn’t cry, I’ll skin him alive in front of the altar.’

November 3rd 4 p.m.

It’s been a long day. I spend around four hours with Genevieve and Viola looking for bridesmaids dresses and there have been a few changes made. A very significant one and it is still a shock to me.

I walk into the living room, to see Henry sitting on the couch with some papers in his hands and oh dear, he is wearing his glasses. Sometimes I feel like he is doing it on purpose, looking so perfect like that.

‘I have a confession,’ I tell him.

Henry looks up. ‘And what is that?’

‘The bridesmaids dresses are not gonna be pink.’

‘What?’ Henry asks, as he is standing up from the couch. He places his hand on my forehead when he stands in front of me. ‘Are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor?’

I swat his hand away. ‘Very funny, ha-ha. Every pink dress was not in the right shade of pink, however, I found a better color.’

‘Can I see?’

‘Of course.’ I grab my phone and show him the picture I made of Viola and Genevieve. ‘It’s sage green.’

‘Oh, I love this,’ Henry says. ‘I’ll tell the tailor, to make sure that Peter and Gino wear a tie in that color.’

‘It’s so beautiful and it feels a bit more real now,’ I whisper. ‘First a wedding dress, then these dresses.’ I blink my eyes and say: ‘I’ve been a mess this entire afternoon.’

‘Not a mess, just my emotional baby girl,’ he chuckles, giving me a kiss. ‘It’s getting more and more official now. Oh, by the way, darling. Something came for you in the mail.’

I gasp. ‘Is it what I think it is?’ I ask him, following him to the table. He hands me the envelope and I start to squeal. ‘Daddy, this is the interview for Books4U.’

‘I figured. Open up, open up,’ he says, sitting on a chair, pulling me on his lap. I rip open the envelope, careful not to ruin the magazine. I go through the pages quickly, to find the my interview.

‘How is it possible for someone to look so effortlessly gorgeous in a random cafe?’ he asks. His hands traveled from my legs to underneath my shirt. He places them on my stomach and I don’t feel like I need to have suck in my stomach. It took me quite some time to get used to it, but with his sweet words, I realized I can be myself around him. No more sucking in, needing to be perfect (which I knew for a while), but simply be comfortable as much as I needed to be.

‘It’s so crazy to think that this interview was truly happening,’ I say with a smile.

‘I’m proud of you,’ Henry says, burying his face in my neck. ‘So, so proud of you.’

December 16th 3 p.m.

I joined Henry to his tailor for the right suit, but something has been bothering him for quite some time now. He hasn’t been himself this entire morning and when the tailor walks away for just a second, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I get up from the chair to walk towards my fiancé. ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ I ask him. ‘You don’t like it?’

‘I love it, baby, I really do,’ he says blankly, staring ahead.

‘What’s with the long face then?’

‘Just realization,’ he says, as he runs his fingers through his hair. ‘I’m going to marry the most beautiful woman on the planet and I just want to look good.’

‘But you do,’ I say, placing my hands on his hips. ‘You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. Don’t you worry a thing, you’re gonna look amazing.’

‘It’s silly, just forget about it.’

‘It’s not silly.’ I stand on my toes and give him a kiss. I quickly check if there is no one within hearing distance and I say: ‘I love you and only you, daddy.’

‘Always knowing exactly how to make me feel better,’ he chuckles.

‘Of course. I’m gonna be your wife. It’s my job to make you feel better.’ I wrap my arms around his waist and he presses his lips on my forehead. ‘I love the suit. Makes your toosh look cute.’

He smiles. ‘Let me change, then we’re going home, okay?’

I nod. ‘Of course. I’ll be right here.’

Henry talks to his tailor for a few more moments after he got changed and when he walks over to me, I get up from the chair, holding his hand tightly in mine. His hand is warm and protective. As we’re going towards the car, he tugs me closer, a lot closer.

Like he needs me.

Henry can’t seem to be able to forget about it, not even when we’re in the car. His hand’s on my leg, but mostly since it’s a force of habit. I hate that he is feeling like this. I wonder what made him this insecure and unsure of himself.

‘Daddy,’ I say, since we’re in the privacy of our car, ‘are you still worrying?’

‘A little,’ he says. ‘It’s ridiculous, I’m sorry.’ Henry parks the car on his assigned parking spot underneath our building and he clenches his jaw. ‘Wait here.’ He gets out of the car and opens the door, but there is something missing.

Love.

When we’re inside of our apartment, he walks towards his liquor cabinet and grabs himself a whiskey. ‘I’m gonna be in my office.’

In other words: I want to be alone.

‘Okay, let me know if you need anything,’ I say to him. He simply nods and disappears into his office.

✤ ✤ ✤

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t spoken to him. He has left his office, to go to the bathroom and I hear he is in the shower. I don’t even knock on the door and simply march in. ‘Are you okay?’

‘No,’ he grunts. ‘Get in here.’

He is mad and clearly frustrated. Oh dear. I shred myself from my clothing and get in the shower cabin with him. He is sitting on the tile bench, his jaw clenched. I try not to notice his hardened cock, but I do. How could one not notice?

‘Come here,’ he says, not even looking at me, patting his thigh.

I turn the shower head a little, so I can feel the hot water against my skin. I straddle his lap, like he wants me to. He places his forehead against mine and sighs deeply. My arms snake around his neck, as I press my chest against his. ‘Let me in, daddy,’ I whisper. ‘Please tell me what is bothering you.’

‘I can’t.’

‘You can. You can always tell me everything.’

He groans, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my butt. My hand reaches in between us and I wrap my fingers around his member.

‘Want me to comfort you?’ I ask him, when he isn’t quite responsive to me pleads. ‘I can do that.’

He simply nods and I rub his fiery red tip against my clit. Henry closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the tiles. When I know I can take it, I bring him near my throbbing entrance, before he slides deep inside of me. His jaw is clenches and he grunts, both from pleasure and relief from the frustration.

I take a deep breath, getting used to his length and girth. ‘Now, tell me about it,’ I say. ‘Please, daddy. Let me help you.’

He sighs. ‘I remembered something. A picture of my parents when they got married.’ It’s obvious that Henry doesn’t want to look at me, so I pull him closer. I feel him placing his chin on my shoulder and not having to look at me, is better for him. Now he can talk to me.

‘When I saw myself in that tux, specifically for our wedding, I saw that picture again.’

‘Oh,’ I whisper. ‘Did that trigger something?’

‘It did.’

‘I’m sorry, honey. But remember, you’re not your dad. We’re not your parents. You and I are totally different.’

‘He visited me again the other day,’ he says. ‘My dad. It was right after your interview came out.’

‘Oh,’ I say, a bit taken aback from the sudden bomb he dropped. ‘Did you file a restraining order against him?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, he wanted to congratulate me on our engagement,’ Henry says. ‘It’s… It was different seeing him now. He gave me that picture I just told you about. Said to me that I had to do better than he ever did, which would be easy. When he left, I got so mad, but I had to pick you up, so I pushed it aside.’

Isn’t that typical? ‘How long ago was this?’

‘Three weeks.’

‘Henry!’

‘I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you, but I… I couldn’t. I hated feeling like this and I didn’t want to burden you.’

I sit up straighter so I can look at him again. ‘You can never burden me,’ I tell him, in a harsher tone than I intended. ‘I need you to tell me about your feelings.’

‘I’m sorry, baby,’ he whispers. ‘Shit, I’m so sorry.’

I run my fingers through his hair and he gives me a kiss. It’s a desperate one, one that deepens. He forces me to grind on his lap, his cock already twitching. ‘What do you need?’ I ask him, knowing that scolding him won’t do him any good. ‘Please, tell me what you need.’

‘You, baby girl,’ he says. ‘I need you.’

‘Then have me.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry is barely showing any mercy to me. His eyes are a few tints darker, his jaw is clenched and he has a tight grip on my body. His thrusts are growing even more rough as he would bend me in a position, exactly to his own liking.

I notice the tears running over his face and place my hands on his cheeks, wiping them away. ‘It’s okay,’ I say to him, when our eyes meet. ‘It’s okay.’

His hips stutter against mine and he gives me a kiss on my lips as he rides out his high. He nearly collapses on me, without any intention of him pulling out. With no intention. I love his weight on me, I love how no matter how tired he is, he always makes sure I won’t be crushed underneath him.

‘Daddy, are you okay? Tell me you feel better.’

‘I do,’ he says. ‘I love you. I love you so much and I should’ve told you sooner. Never keeping this quiet from you. You are my girl, my lady, my wife and I should tell you these types of things. I know that.’

‘Next time something like this happens,’ I say, ‘know that you can tell me. You can tell me anything.’

‘I know that,’ he says. He turns us around, so he is on his back and I’m on top of him. He pulls the covers over our body and holds me close to him. ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

‘Of course not,’ I say. ‘You needed this, I know that.’

‘It won’t happen again,’ he promises me. ‘Like the real adult I am, I’m gonna talk about my feelings.’

‘I’m proud of you, daddy. So proud of you.’

[galactic-magick]

Gardens and Crimes: Poison Ivy x Reader

Request: Poison Ivy x female reader? The reader is a vigilante who has a soft spot for plants. They are trying to start a community garden for Gotham, and Poison Ivy takes notice. They bond over that, and eventually the reader reveals that they have to turn her in. Hurt/no comfort, please.

Summary: You start a community garden with Pamela Isley, but find out about her villainous alter ego and have to make a difficult decision.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: fem!Reader, lots of angst, hurt/no comfort

Author’s Notes: Present is in normal text and past is in italics

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You didn’t want it to come to this, but as you stand in front of Pamela’s door, you know it’s the right thing to do.

You glance over at the beautiful gardens and flowers surrounding her whole house, vines running up the walls and moss on all the stone. Her greenhouse is full of even more plants, although you may never get to see it all again.

You sigh, knocking on the door, trying to remember all the good memories one last time…

-

You’re late. You can’t be late.

You’ve been planning this for months, and you can’t afford to screw it up now. You want to start a community garden in Gotham, but there hasn’t been one in years. Your only chance is to bring your idea to the attention of the city board members and get as many people interested as possible, even though most ideas from commoners get shut down no matter what.

Rushing into the room, you start passing out flyers down the row, trying to be as quiet as possible, but your efforts fall a bit short.

“Miss, is there a reason you’re causing a ruckus at our meeting?” one of the board members asks.

You sit down with a thump, shaking your head, “Sorry. Is the citizen suggestion time over?”

“You just missed it-“

“Oh, perfect!” you shoot back up, running to the front of the room. “I have a proposal for a community garden in Gotham. I’ve done all the math and drawn all the plans, it’ll barely cost any city funds and it won’t be difficult to build-“

“Ma’am, I already told you we’re done with suggestions. You may come back next month with you idea,”

“No you don’t understand!” you cut them off again. “Gotham needs something like this. Plants and community make people happy, and it’s so dreary around here most of the time. Have you ever considered that if people were happier overall, there’d be a little less crime?”

“I don’t think that growing some plants is going to solve our high crime rates, miss. I don’t see The Batman killing criminals with vegetables,”

You huff, placing your plans on the desk, “Please at least consider it,”

“Yeah, you should consider it,” a red-haired woman pipes up, strutting up to the front next to you. “I think it’s a great idea,”

“Me too!” someone else calls.

“We should do it!” a few other people say.

You’re overwhelmed by the amount of support in a short amount of time, and eventually the board has no choice but to accept your request and start work on the new garden.

“Thanks for standing up with me,” you say to the red-haired woman as you walk back out to the street.

“Well, ya know, sometimes it just takes one other person fighting for the right thing to inspire everyone else,” she smiles. “My name’s Pamela Isley. Doctor Pamela Isley. I’m an expert in plant life and I’d love to give you some tips on the community garden, if you’d like,”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” you jump in excitement. “Are you free right now, actually? I was going to grab some ice cream if the meet went well, or to cheer myself up if it went bad-“

“Of course!”

You thought you had a soft spot for plants, but Pamela is on an entirely different level. She’s extremely passionate about them, and she knows everything there is to know.

She tells you all her suggestions for the new garden, explaining how to balance the ecosystem best and what kinds of rules there should be for what should and shouldn’t be planted. She agrees with your choice of base soil and the dimensions for the different sections, and she asks you all about your favorite flowers and trees.

You spend way longer there than most people would at a casual ice cream outing, but you’re barely paying attention to the time. You enjoy talking to her more than anyone else in your life, and you might even be falling for her a bit.

-

That night, though, everything that happened during the day takes a back seat.

You have another job to do as well, and that’s helping the city as much as you can as a vigilante.

You may not be on the same level as the famous Batman, but you’ve put away your fair share of criminals. You know how to fight and defend yourself, and you’ve been able to save quite a few lives.

You’ve been hearing rumors of a supervillain who’s been using plant pheromones to control people, which is right up your alley in terms of interests.

You find one of the victims lying down on the street, and you help him sit up.

“Do you remember what happened?”

“This lady- she made me breathe something in- and next thing I know I’m out here,”

“What did she look like?”

“I couldn’t see her very well, but she was wearing green and had red hair I believe,”

It couldn’t be…

No. You’re sure there’s several redheads in Gotham who like plants. You’re overthinking it.

“Okay, sir, I’m going to help you get to a hospital, okay? They’ll check you out and make sure it’s all out of your system,”

You hoist him upright, calling an ambulance and trying to push away your questioning thoughts.

-

Within the month the community garden is built, and you and Pamela get to work on advertising and planting your first flowers.

You’ve bonded quite a bit over a short time, and a few of your get-togethers have even turned into dates. She’s introduced you to an entire new world of nature, and you’ve never adored the color green as much as you do now.

All is well and good until the one night on patrol that broke your heart…

-

“Oh, Y/N!” Pamela smiles, letting you in. “Hey! Did I forget about a meeting or something?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I just need to talk to you,”

“Okay,” she nods, motioning for you to sit down and sitting down herself. “Wait, before you say it, is it because we’re moving too fast? I don’t mind taking it slow if you’re uncomfortable-“

“No Pam, that’s not it. I actually really like you, might love you even-“ you stop yourself. You don’t want to make this harder than it has to be. “But I can’t let you keep hurting this city,”

“What do you mean? Why would I hurt anyone?

“I saw you last night, Pam. You were controlling and killing people in order to break into a lab,”

Her mouth hangs open, “I…I can explain-“

“I tried to stop you, but you got away. I can’t let you get away now,”

“You…you were her? That vigilante?”

“Yes,”

“Ah, I see now,” she scoffs. “You’re one of those stupid crime fighters who couldn’t care less about all of us. You think you’re on this high horse of elite morality so you can lock up whoever you want-“

“That is not true,” you glare. “I do care about you. I even agree with your fight for helping nature. But I can’t let you go about it like this,”

“Please, Y/N, don’t make me go to Arkham-“ she begs, but you’ve already handcuffed her.

“I’m sorry. I have to turn you in,”

A single tear falls down your cheek as she stares at you in disbelief.

“Maybe we’ll find each other again one day.”

[alecxaheart]

Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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