#when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep

[robo-writing]

robo i know you already wrote something like this (i think lols) but could i request for more of sleepy reader?? like maybe she and logan arent or are established yet and he just hasn’t seen her the whole day or even for a couple of days and he’s kinda worried/suspicious and he just takes matter into his own hands and goes to her room and she’s just like passed out dead asleep and snug as a little bug in a rug because that is so me

Walking to your apartment he can’t help but chastise himself a bit, each step a new critique. Not calling isn’t enough of a reason to show up to someone’s house uninvited, but he can’t help to think it’s suspicious you haven’t said a word to him all day, especially since you text him at least once a day with some silly joke—memes, you called him. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make him get off his ass and go check on you.

You can accuse him of being paranoid, but you can’t accuse him of not caring enough.

The first thing that sticks out is your smell, faint, but still active. At the very least he knows you’re alive, but it still doesn’t explain your radio silence.

His fingers tap against the door of your apartment, and when that doesn’t work he tries again, albeit a bit harder than before. Nothing.

He’s starting to worry now, he’s got quite a few enemies and it’s not unlikely he’s put you in harms way—hell, just knowing him is enough to put a target on your back. It’s something he’s always been afraid of but standing in front of your door like this makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge.

He gives the metal door a once over, decides he can apologize later, then puts his hand on your doorknob.

“Fuck it, I’m comin’ in,” he says to himself, the gold handle snapping like a twig under his strength. From there the door weakily creaks open, revealing your well-used living space. A couple dishes in the sink, remote on the table, and a suspicious human-sized lump under your throw blanket.

The closer he gets the more he can breathe, a sudden weight lifted from him that he didn’t know he was carrying. He can see your chest rising up and down from underneath, but his nerves aren’t truly settled until he sees you lift your head from the blanket, bleary eyed.

“Mmm, Logan…? What are you doing here?” You mumble, sleep laced in your slurred speech. He drops down beside you, on his knees while you look up at him in confusion.

“Just wanted to check on you, thought you were in trouble,” he answers sheepishly, a faint smile on his face. “Got worried when you weren’t answering my calls.”

You nod, eyes closing again. “Got sleepy. What time is it?”

“Uh…” he searches for your clock for a bit, reading out the numbers. “3:30?”

“Oh. Okay.” You reply, and put your head back to the pillow.

Huh?

Maybe he’s just an old man but he’s not used to someone quite literally sleeping the day away. He’s almost tempted to check you for a fever.

“Um, you alright doll?”

“Mhm. Sleepy.”

“Okay…” Logan trails off, watching as you make yourself comfortable on the couch. “Maybe you’d feel better if you slept on your bed?”

“Tired. And lazy.”

“I don’t mind carrying you.”

You peek one eye open, closing it shut before nodding your approval. “Yes please.”

Legs over his arm, he lifts you as if it’s nothing. When you get to the bed he insists on staying, adamant on keeping you safe while you drift off.

And right before sleep takes you he apologizes for your door, whatever that means. The next morning you’re surprised to see a hole where your doorknob used to be.

[urno1luv]

Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! 💜

Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??

But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu 💜🫶

i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...🫣but ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myself😭😭hope u like this ♡

part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(🤩), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)

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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasn’t just that she was bratty—it was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33

"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.

You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "I’m eating cereal."

"And I’m eating in peace—or I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which she’d made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."

She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. “I’m giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,” she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...

“Giselle, you’re literally standing next to the dishwasher.”

“Yeah, but my nails are wet,” she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. “You’re welcome for the visual.”

And don’t get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.

“Why didn’t you return it if you didn’t like it?” you asked, baffled.

“Because the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,” she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.

If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. “Aww, is living with me too much for you?” she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza you’d specifically saved for yourself. “Poor thing.”

But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, she’d throw out a smug, “You’re just mad that I’m fucking right,” and leave the room, huffing.

Some days you wondered why you hadn’t packed your bags yet. But then she’d do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep. Wanna watch something?”

You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.

She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.

You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33

An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.

Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.

Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.

Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.

You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.

"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.

"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.

While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.

Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.

Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.

[twistedpink]

Needy Leona Needy Leona Needy Leona Needy Leona Needy Leona

I need needy leona in my life

Just him being all needy for us wanting us to love him, cuddle him, kiss him, praise him- PLEASE praise him his ego needs it! Yeah he has a huge ego but nobody praised him back home :((( wont you please praise him??? 👉👈🥺🫶💕

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EEEE hope you guys don’t mind I roped you both together <33

Leona only really gets needy and “pathetic” when he’s sleepy. He’s just the type of person where it’s hard to be vulnerable, but you give him a safe space <3 He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and falling asleep to the sound of your marching heartbeat (while ignoring whatever you say about cooties lol)

Needy!Leona tugs you behind him whenever stray spells shoot around, even going the extra mile to tell the caster to buzz off peak romance ,, He trusts you to handle yourself just fine, he’s actually glad when you take work off his shoulders! But you should leave the important stuff to the big cats, herbivore :)

Pathetic!Leona physically sweats when you talk about leaving :( Even just to run errands he’s up n’ complaining how you’re “making him go” no matter how hard you shove him back on the bed…. I pity anybody you well enough to wave to, his glare is killer

Needy!Leona that paws the blankets off in the middle of the night cause’ it’s “too hot” only to start cuddling you a couple minutes later,, If you have to balls to bring it up the morning after he makes a big stink about how “growing lions need their beauty sleep” OR that he can’t control himself when his sleeps so much worse with you in his massive bed. He threatens to make you sleep on the floor until you just learn to sleep with a tall, dark, and handsome radiator <3

uggggghhhhhhh if only your friends knew how clingy he is, it’d be the best blackmail,,, He’d totally claw your eyes out for it, but you know he’d feel bad :( You’ve teased him plenty about how with all the fights you get into your scratches have gotta match his one day, and he only ever responds with the tip of his tail thwacking against whatever’s closest :^ He hates how those herbivores think they can mess with you of all people, but deep, deeeeep down he’s glad you’re so tough. It just means you can deal with him till’ you’re both grey and saggy. (Not that he’s telling you that, it’s none of your business) <3

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His Shadows & Their Starlight

Storyline:-(Ver.2.0) Azriel is sitting next to Elain as you sit by the fireplace reading. You've been staying with Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand for the past two months in Velaris. You're a mortal but Rhysand says you have different abilities that no mortal should be able to have. For example, winnowing or teleporting. Azriel is in love with Elain Archeron even though Elain already has a mate.

Word count:- 1.7k

Warnings:- Insecurity, Lonliness, Jealousy, Angst.

Series:- Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter 4: The Shadow's Embrace

Isla's POV

The weight of Velaris pressed against me, invisible yet suffocating.

It wasn’t the city itself—Velaris was beautiful, a sanctuary carved out of light and dreams. It was the expectations, the constant reminder that I was living in a world far beyond my own. Powers I didn’t understand coursed through me, untamed and unpredictable. Most days, I felt like a child stumbling through the dark, reaching for something solid but finding only shadows.

And yet, it was the shadows that seemed to understand me the most.

Azriel’s shadows had become a constant presence in my life. They moved around me like silent sentinels, their dark tendrils curling in ways that felt almost… affectionate. They offered a solace I didn’t think I deserved, a quiet reminder that I wasn’t as alone as I felt.

But Azriel himself—he was another story.

I found him in the training yard one morning, his back to me as he worked through a series of precise movements with his blades. His wings flared slightly with each strike, the muscles in his back rippling under the soft light of dawn.

For a moment, I simply watched him, my heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

“Are you going to stand there all morning?” His voice was low, tinged with the faintest hint of amusement.

I flushed, stepping into the open. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Azriel lowered his blades, turning to face me. His expression was unreadable, as always, but his shadows stirred at the edges of his form, shifting like they were pleased to see me.

“You’re up early,” he said, his tone neutral.

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around myself. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. Then, without a word, he gestured for me to join him.

Training with Azriel was… intense. He didn’t coddle me, didn’t treat me like the fragile mortal everyone else seemed to see. He pushed me, challenging me to face my fears and my limits.

But today, I wasn’t up for it.

Halfway through our session, I dropped to the ground, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “I can’t,” I said, my voice cracking.

Azriel stood over me, his brow furrowed. “You’re stronger than this, Isla.”

“Am I?” The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. “Because I don’t feel strong. I feel lost. Like I don’t belong here. Like I’m drowning.”

For a moment, Azriel said nothing. Then, slowly, he crouched down in front of me, his shadows curling around us like a protective cocoon.

“You’re not drowning,” he said softly. “You’re learning how to swim.”

The words hit me harder than I expected, and before I could stop myself, tears filled my eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered.

Azriel didn’t respond, but his shadows moved closer, brushing against my skin like a gentle caress. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. It was like being held, like being wrapped in a warmth I hadn’t realized I needed.

For the first time in weeks, I felt safe.

But when I opened my eyes, Azriel was gone.

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That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About the way his shadows had comforted me, the way they seemed to know exactly what I needed.

It wasn’t just the shadows, though. It was Azriel himself. He was distant, yes, but there was a depth to him that I couldn’t ignore. A quiet strength that drew me in, even when he tried to push me away.

I found him in the library later, sitting alone at a table with a book in his hands. His shadows were restless, shifting and curling around him like they couldn’t decide whether to settle or flee.

“Am I interrupting?” I asked, hesitating at the edge of the room.

Azriel looked up, his expression guarded. “No.”

I took a deep breath, crossing the room to sit across from him. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?”

“For earlier,” I said, meeting his gaze. “For being there when I needed someone.”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away. “It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” I insisted. “You didn’t have to stay, but you did. And your shadows…” I trailed off, unsure how to put it into words.

Azriel’s gaze snapped back to mine, something flickering in his eyes. “They shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not their place.”

His words stung, but I refused to back down. “Maybe it’s not their place, but they did it anyway. And I’m grateful for it.”

Azriel shook his head, standing abruptly. His shadows swirled around him, agitated. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me,” I said, standing as well. “Help me understand.”

He turned away, his wings tensing. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you make me feel things I’m not supposed to feel!”

The words burst out of him, raw and unguarded. For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of his confession hanging between us.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I didn’t ask for any of it.”

“Neither did I,” I said softly.

Azriel’s shoulders slumped, and for a moment, he looked more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Before I could respond, he was gone, his shadows trailing behind him like a dark tide.

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In the days that followed, I found myself avoiding him, unsure of how to face the emotions his words had stirred within me. But his shadows—they didn’t seem to understand the concept of distance.

They were always there, always reaching for me in moments of quiet. They were my comfort, my solace, even when their master couldn’t be.

Slowly, I began to realize that they weren’t just shadows.

They were Azriel’s heart, laid bare in a way he couldn’t bring himself to show.

I didn’t know what it meant, this connection we shared. But I knew one thing for certain: I wasn’t ready to let it go.

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[simp4mina]

Mina as Your Girlfriend

Content Warning: none, just straight up fluff hehe Pairing: mina x fem!reader

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If there was an award for being the most gentle, soft, kind, and caring person, it would go to Mina. She has such a big heart with so much love to give, and she would do absolutely anything and everything to make sure you know just how much she loves and adores you.

She’s the type to make you breakfast in bed, cancel all her plans for the day to stay home and take care of you if you’re sick, and run to buy your favorite snacks whenever you’re craving them (just because she wants to).

I think her main love languages are words of affirmation and gift giving. Although, I think she loves receiving words of affirmation over gifts from her partner in return.

You reassuring her how much you love and appreciate all she does for you makes her heart melt every time (she’s giggling and kicking her feet fr).

I’m so positive that Mina loves quality time a lot too! She loves spending time with you whenever she gets the chance, whether you both are cuddled up on the couch watching movies in comfortable silence, sitting at the dinner table building a new Lego set she just bought, or taking a nice stroll through the park hand-in-hand as you mindlessly talk about whatever your hearts desire.

Whenever you’re feeling anxious and can’t seem to fall asleep, she’ll cuddle you and hold you close to her chest while she sings to you.

She’ll stroke your hair and trace mindless patterns on your back, reassuring you that you have her no matter what and that she’s always there to listen when you need her.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Just close your eyes and focus on my voice. I’m not going anywhere, my love. Just breathe baby. You’re doing so good.”

Mina loves playing video games, and is really good at them. She’ll often beg you to play with her just so she could beat you and make fun of you after (in a silly way, of course).

Arcade dates? Say less. You’ll both be there for hours.

Dinner at a fancy restaurant? Oh, you know she’ll spoil you by letting you choose whatever you want to eat while she pays for it.

“The food here all looks so delicious, but it’s so expensive baby~” you whine.

“So? Whatever my princess wants, that’s what she gets. Choose what you want baby, it’s on me.” Mina says with a loving smile as she brings your hand up to her lips.

When you both are tossing and turning and just can’t seem to sleep, Mina would all of a sudden turn to you with a mischievous grin and say, “do you wanna bake some cookies?”

You just chuckle softly and roll your eyes playfully. “You just love baking at the oddest hours don’t you?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t love it either.” Mina rolls her eyes playfully and scoffs as she takes your hand and pulls you out of bed.

Most late nights (or early mornings I should say) end like that anyway..with you and Mina baking in the kitchen, singing and dancing to your favorite songs and smearing frosting on each other’s faces just to be silly.

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A/N: AHH this is my first fic i hope y'all like it!! 🥺 it's a bit short and i didn’t really proofread it lol but i still hope it’s good. enjoy my loves! <3

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LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP for boyfriend dreamies

♡a voicemail for mark˚ ⋆。

“i keep listening to songs i haven’t heard in forever, not since i was a kid or teenager, and they transport me back to that time. suddenly, i’m wearing pink converse and jean shorts and the t-shirt from my summer play. it’s saturday, and i’m sitting on the stairs waiting for my friend to arrive, sunlight all over the walls. we wanted to have a sleepover, but there’s church in the morning, so she’ll stay as late as she can, probably until we’re dozing off on the couch watching one of the dvds she brought. naturally, i have to think about you because music wraps around your life in a way it never will for me. we’ve probably talked about this. maybe the conversation took a different shape before, but what’s a song that takes you back? what’s a time you miss and revisit through music? do you have time to think about those things? your life is go go go, and i’ve made silly wishes on eyelashes about peering into your head. i’m a reminiscer, and i know not everyone is, but you’re a creative. you’re a writer—music wraps around your life in a special way, so the idea of nostalgia visiting rarely seems unrealistic? but i guess i can’t know until you tell me. i see it often. i see it when i’m out without my glasses. the distant view is blurry, and suddenly, there i am, riding a bike, pink converse on. what shows up in your blurry nostalgia view?”

♡a voicemail for renjun˚ ⋆。

“babyyyy, i had the best time tonight. i feel like i’m covered in stars. areum’s parents have this sprawling backyard, so we collected a bunch of blankets, packed a picnic basket, and stayed out for hours beneath the most beautiful willow tree i’ve ever seen. i wore linen pants and a bikini top—your favorite one. i had a cardigan too, just in case, but the weather was perfect. i really needed to get out of the city. i know you know that, and i wanted to call you because… hmm sometimes i feel like my life is strung together by reminders. reminders of you and other people and things i love. reminders of our beginnings and all the sweet milestones along the way. i think my love could light up all the stars, more stars than i could ever see with my own eyes, enough stars to make a path between your hometown and my own. i’ll bring you back a jar of stardust. it’ll be empty… you’ll think it’s empty. sometimes magical things are invisible, or they just glow in the dark. anyway, it’s late, like 3 am, and i’m honestly glad you didn’t answer. as badly as i want to hear your voice, you should be asleep. i hope this voicemail makes you smile in the morning. i’ll send you some pictures too. see you on sunday. MWAH kisses *giggles*.”

♡a voicemail for jeno˚ ⋆。

“i’m going to my mom’s tomorrow, and i keep thinking about the drive. i rented a car… you know all of this already, but i guess it’s just present in my mind again. i’m staring at my luggage right now, and the entire thing feels wrong. i’m sorry if this sounds horrible, but i’m so used to you leaving. i’ve gotten really good at that. i’m good at being alone. i made sure i love my apartment and feel at home in it when you’re away because i’d fully unravel or find myself at your place more often than i already am if didn’t love it… stopping by to water all of those plants you don’t actually have. anyway, yeah… it just feels weird. i feel like you should be coming. i keep thinking about driving together: which one of us would pump the gas? who would run inside for snacks? what would we talk about in the car? would you drive halfway or drive all the way because you know i’d rather not if the option’s available to me? i know i’ll be fine. i’ve driven long ways on my own before, but it’ll be weird. i’ll be in a guest room. i don’t know what color the comforter is. i don’t know if i’ll like the sheets. my mom knows i’m weird and particular, but will she remember that when she’s fluffing up the pillows? what will i do when i can’t sleep? i love my mom. i haven’t seen her in months, but i close my eyes and daydream about being with you. i yearn for you in the stickiest of ways. it probably falls off of me too and hangs thickly in the air, gets stuck to the bottom of people’s shoes. i’d apologize if i knew, but i’m all caught up on you you you... i’m saying all of this, but i know this trip will be good for me. i know i’m not dependent on you, but last year was one of your busiest yet. and pride isn’t a question—i’ll spend my entire life being proud of you, but i can’t pretend there weren’t nights when the missing was so palpable i couldn’t sleep, so i read or baked bread or watched my toes wrinkle in the bath. it would be good for me to sleep at my mom’s, wake up to a new view, share breakfast, and simple conversation. i know i need the rest. i know everything will be fine.”

♡a voicemail for haechan˚ ⋆。

“if you told me the grass and the trees and the streets are all white, i would believe you. it’s like a blizzard out there. i’ve never seen so much white in my entire life. honestly, it’s kind of freaking me out, making me feel claustrophobic. i look up at the sky, back down again, and nothing changes, apart from the shapes and the saving grace of traffic lights—at least their colors are still clear. could we get by with just green, red and yellow for the rest of our lives?… some food for thought. anyway, it’s snowing *laughs*. i’m on my… third? tea after a few hot chocolates as well. no food so far today, just warm drinks. last time it snowed, you made kimchi jjigae and we ate in front of the window. do you remember that? we brought over my coffee table and the pot, bowls, and rice… i stopped listening to your story, all zeroed in on a snowflake. i didn’t look away until you kissed my neck. that’s quite a dangerous superpower: you have me at will with kisses, but i trust you with my weakest point... it wouldn’t be the same if i make kimchi jjigae and eat in front of the window without you. i should sit at the dining room table or maybe even the kitchen island—give myself a break from all the white. hopefully, i can still see you tomorrow. maybe you can kiss my neck again and tend to a few of my other weaker points… i love you.”

♡a voicemail for jaemin˚ ⋆。

“i want you to come over right now, and i know that you can’t. i also know that i might not see you for a couple of days, but i want to do nothing with you. i wish it didn’t feel silly… or embarrassing to want. i don’t know why wanting is so uncomfortable for me to share, especially because i’ve wanted loudly with you already, over and over again… but i guess i just wanted you to know. i painted my nails and went to the grocery store and chopped bell peppers because if they’re already prepped i know i’ll be more likely to eat them. i hung up some pictures in my room, and i kept thinking about you when i’d step back to make sure each one was straight. you would’ve done that part for me. i want to do everything together, and i don’t want you to feel bad because we can’t. that’s not why i’m leaving you this. i just know how happy it makes me feel when you express your want for me, in small ways, in spontaneous ways, in sexy ways… in uncomfortable ways, when you just want to be held, when you just need me to listen… it never ends with you. it never ends with me. we���re these entities that constantly move together and around each other, and i know i can get where i need to go without you, but it’s so much more fun when you’re here, and we’re in motion together. i’m making tea, and i think i’m going to drink it on the balcony. i’ll have to put socks on and a coat, but i want to hear the traffic noise and look down at people by themselves or in groups walking around and existing. i was existing for a long time. i felt really disconnected from living, but i knew i wanted to—to feel like i was living again. i just wasn’t quite sure how to get back to that place, but i was starting to figure it out when we met. on our first date, i felt like i struck gold. it was in your smile and your laughter, and this feeling that embraced me because all of a sudden i wasn’t nervous. i had only said your name out loud three times, but it felt so comfortable in my mouth. i remember leaving and whispering it to myself over and over again, and i couldn’t help but hope it would become a name i’d say for the rest of my life. so i’m going to drink my tea and enjoy this beautiful city we live in. i’m going to fold laundry and plan dinner. i’m going to think of you and get excited about the next night we fall asleep together.”

♡a voicemail for chenle˚ ⋆。

“i made it through the list of movies you left me. that sticky note is cute by the way. i like the border of little bears wearing scarves. where’d you get it? i almost threw it out on accident yesterday when i was cleaning my kitchen. now it’s living on my fridge. i taped it down on every side so my cleaning, autopilot fingers can’t attempt a second disposal… when you get this, i’d love some more movies. i’d ask for a horror film, but the idea of watching anything scary without you sounds worse than unclogging the shower drain or some other unpleasant household chore. oh! i went out this morning with chaewon, and she’s dating someone new. i started talking about hosting a dinner before i could really think it through. would you host another one with me? no pressure. chaewon told me not to even mention it to you, something about bad luck… she needs to wait a couple months before bringing them around all of our friends—has to pass 60 days of dating. there’s something romantic about a dinner party to me, though. maybe it’s just the wholesome quality time with my favorite people and knowing you’re only a look away. i don’t know if you remember, but you would always trail your fingertip up and down the back of my arm and kiss my cheek every time you got up, never wanting to interrupt the conversation but noticing the glasses in need of more wine. *groan* everything you do turns me on… ridiculous. do you even have a clue? no, i know you do. *sigh* g’night sunshine.”

♡a voicemail for jisung˚ ⋆。

“that fight was gross. i had to shower as soon as i got home, and the clothes i was wearing are already in the washing machine. are you ok? i know we tried to make it pretty again, but it felt ugly even at the end, and your eyes were so red. i hate seeing you cry. i love it actually… seeing your emotions, but never when it’s like that. i was so close to going to your favorite restaurant and picking us up something, but i know you need some time. but, if you listen to this, you can text me if you’re hungry, and i will go to your favorite restaurant. i can leave the food outside or just in the entryway, unless you’re crying again when i get there. then, i will take off my shoes and hug you, and i won’t stop until you at least hug me back. i’m so sorry. i don’t… most of the time i don’t feel insecure, but sometimes it comes out, and it takes this ugly shape that looks alien to me. i hope it looks alien to you too. i don’t want to be that way often enough for it to become familiar. tell me if it ever does. the idea alone makes me feel sick to my stomach. please text me at least. ok. dammit, i don’t want to hang up. i keep thinking you’ll pick up—”

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Dialogue Game - Prompts #3 and #4

I have more I'll write later!

#3 - "You really had no idea?" (@fitrahgolden)

“Your sheets are so much nicer than mine,” she mumbles, savoring the softness of them against every stretch of her bare skin. Kate rarely sleeps naked, but she had been a bit too worn out to manage pajamas when Anthony finally finished with her somewhere around two in the morning. “I think I’m just going to sleep here from now on.”

She tilts her head up and meets Anthony’s eyes. He’s all sleep-rumpled and relaxed, looking happier than she’s ever seen him, and it’s hard to imagine she’s the reason why. “I wish you would,” he says with a little grin.

Rolling her onto her back, Anthony kisses her soft but deep, his hands roaming over every bit of her body that is within his reach. She feels him heavy and warm between her thighs, and knows it won’t be long before she’s ready for him again.

“Last night was…” He presses his lips against her neck, then sighs there. “Better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined.”

Anthony lifts his head, and Kate looks into his eyes. Searching for some sign that he’s just feeding her a line. But he’s earnest as anything. “You did?” she asks quietly.

“You really had no idea?”

Kate shakes her head. She wasn’t unaware of Anthony’s heated glances, of his charged bickering, but she never thought that he really wanted this. Someone way too much like him, headstrong and controlling and traumatized. “I’m used to not…expecting anything from people,” she says, and it sounds tragic even as the words leave her lips, but Anthony only looks sad. Not a pity sadness. A commiserating sadness. “So I just didn’t let myself expect anything from you.”

She swallows, unsure how he’ll respond, but Anthony only takes her wrists and pins them on the pillow above her head, hovering over her. “That ends today,” he says, moving against her slightly, and Kate moans in assent. “Expect everything from me, Kate. Because I’m going to give you all of it.”

#4 - "Why should you get to have all the fun?" (@mimix007)

“You’re leaving with him?”

He knows his tone is too harsh, too sharp, even before Kate frowns at him, throwing her jacket over her arm. “He invited me to get a drink somewhere quieter. It’s loud in here.”

It is far too loud – he hates Ben’s choice of clubs – but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. The moment he saw Kate step through the door, he had a plan. Buy her a drink, ask her to dance. Make the move he’d been teetering on the edge of for so long.

Instead, he’d watched bitterly as she chatted up Dorset in a booth, his arm finding its way around her shoulders. And now she was leaving with Tom and torpedoing any chance of winning her back. Clearly, she was tired of waiting for him, if she ever had been.

“Kate-,” he says, reaching out for her hand, even though he doesn’t have the vaguest idea what he’s going to say. But she flinches back, surprised.

She runs her fingers through her tumbling curls, looking strangely jittery. “You’re just going to leave with Siena tonight. Why should you get to have all the fun?”

There’s a touch of jealousy on Siena’s name, and it gives him a fresh wave of hope. Moving closer so he doesn’t have to yell – he really is too fucking old for this music – he tries again with a hand on her waist. She doesn’t shrink away this time. “Ben invited Siena. I wasn’t – I’m not going to leave with her,” he says, and he feels Kate relax minutely under his grip. “Don’t leave with him. I know I don’t have any right to ask that, but just…don’t. We can stay here or I’ll take you somewhere quieter, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Just…not with him.”

Her conviction, her false bravado, unravels a little further. She leans toward him, and Anthony can’t breathe at how close she is. “Ask me to dance?”

He doesn’t waste a second, taking her hand and tugging her onto the floor with him. Kate smiles as his hands slide across her back, not a whisper of space between them.

If he can help it, she’ll never leave with anyone but him again.

[sweetchildofrocknroll]

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[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people don’t get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things aren’t worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because they’re things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else

[robotic-maid]

How things are going again… update I guess? Still can’t figure out how to read more on mobile. I’m just typing this out so it can leave my head.

[devilsskettle]

you’d think that my managers might consider, when making the weekly schedule, that it’s probably not a great idea to schedule only one (1) front desk attendant, with no managers or housekeeping or maintenance present, when the hotel is at 100% occupancy

[chika-nyan]

Lies down. So it looks like my job is actively trying to moorder me so I’ll probably be mostly ded for a while. Honestly at a breaking point, can you believe vacation was just last month? :) Gonna keep doing my best to hold on for that mid-late spring exit/quitting time with next vacation but it’s going to be a trial forsure.

[twistedpink]

Hi!! I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now and I absolutely love it so I was so happy when I read requests were open! I think you might’ve written a little about this before but I really would love to see a post of Ruggie with a Pomefiore or even royalty reader. It’s a dynamic I’m a sucker for 🙏

SHUT UP THIS IS ALL I READ???? Same brain activity vro

Sneaking boyfriend!Ruggie in during the SDC training camp >>>

You can’t bear the thought of spending the night without your poor, sweet boyfriend :( Your roommate transferred in the beginning of the year, and you were so anxious to be alone at night.. When you confided in Ruggie, he unofficially moved in! He can’t bring any keepsakes of his own, (Rook is very fond of pop-ins) but it’s much more convenient than sneaking past his roomies. He’s used to waking up early anyways, and it was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Boyfriend!Ruggie that sneaks into your second floor room to snuggle <33 (you’re not allowed to call him out for clinging) Don’t worry your pretty little head! Your job is just acting clueless when Epel complains about “those darn raccoons”, but you’re starting to get some looks at breakfast from the housewarden..

When the heartslabyul freshmen get paralyzed, you start fearing for Ruggie’s life! What if he gets burned, or poisoned, or boobytrapped?? This Shakespeare shtick needs to end, it’s not like Vil can make an exception if he doesn’t know the guy.. You’d be humiliated making excuses for your partner in crime, so he’s sleeping in the doghouse :( his own bed

He damn near lures you into the woods for some loving in between classes and practice, so you’re sure Rook has some idea of what’s up, but he hasn’t called you out yet,, Jamil let’s you know about some stray fur on your uniform, and it feels like the world is ending when Vil stares you down and the other guys follow suit :/ But, he dissolves the situation with a quick “Everyone has their own ways to relieve stress. Clean up and get back to lunch, potatoes.”

You’d never expected Vil of all people to be complacent in your relationship, but so long as Ruggie’s not strung up on the roof neither of you complain.. Ace is much more spirited in his anti-savanaclaw jokes, and you finally realize they’ve all known. The ENTIRE time. The next morning, you let Ruggie sleep in while you head off for morning practice, and he hugs you extra tight before you leave. One day you’ll introduce him to your little “family”, but for now you’re both content with “sneaking around” <3

[friedroses]

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[exopelagic]

actually tiny thing this time that I would just like to complain about so I can go to bed :/