#would skip tmr

[infinitelysordinary]

(with rage and profound sadness in my heart) i have so much to do rn

[rockfact]

oh lord i am so tired. school tomorrow will be so fun (lying)

[toastsnaffler]

I mostly just scroll thru blog subs when im on mobile bc I follow too many ppl on here so I add mutuals etc there n then turn off notifs so it's like the creme de la creme of the dash anyway if u see me in ur notes more its bc I forgor to add some of u on there until recently sorry 😭😭

[jyunism]

mental block is crazy

[so2uv]

they changed practice from 3:30-5:30 to 5-7 i can’t do this

[kxmikomrade]

How is my pookie doing 🫣

Also look at the picture I took yesterday 🥹🫶

deceased.

[mairiieux]

think im gonna throw up .........................🗿

[bitbugbites-cod]

𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜, 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Ghost's car sucks -- always breaking down at the worst times. This time, it broke down on Valentine's Day -- right as you were about to leave the house.

ao3 link

word count: ~1.3k

gender: fem! reader

cw: (light) ANGST, FLUFF // arguing lol

a/n: this was going to be longer and include smut, but I'm tired and going to bed so I might make a part two and post it tmr -- but who knows!

p.s. -- screw valentine's day i HATE being single

You said nothing. He said nothing. The two of you just sat.

You shifted in your seat, the leathery seat of the car sticking to your wet thigh, begging it to stay where it was placed. You didn’t comply. 

The man next to you in the driver’s seat, Simon, tapped the wheel, his chest puffing up, then down, with a repressed sigh. It annoyed you the way he never had anything to say – and it annoyed you even more the way he looked so fucking good while doing it.

It was a loud sigh, though. You were surprised you were even able to hear it – rain was thundering down, making loud thunks as it collided with the tinted glass that shielded you from the weather outside of Simon’s Jeep. Which, to note, is a busted-up, no-good piece of junk. It was originally a 2013 Wrangler model that he bought used, and no matter how many times it broke down, he always refused to buy a new car. You can’t begin to count how many times you’ve watched him grumble about it making a funny noise or not starting up before rolling up his sleeves and putting himself under the hood. 

He never understood why you hated it so much – and to be honest, you didn’t either. Your closest hypothesis was that you were sick of finding oil stains on all of his clothes – or that you were tired of trying to go on dates, only to find that his car had broken down. Once again.

This was the case for tonight, at least.

Finally, he spoke, his voice sounding a dry kind of deep. It was what attracted you to him in the first place, but right now, you swore it was the most aggravating sound on earth.

“Another night, then, ‘love.”

Your heart dropped in your chest, your eyes hardening as your emotions bubbled. You felt so angry, so sad, you couldn’t speak. You could barely even breathe. 

“Another night?” you repeated, a scoff threatening to escape your throat.

He paused for a moment, before speaking again. “What do you want me to–”

“It’s fucking Valentine’s Day, Simon.” 

He let out a frustrated laugh, his calloused hands slapping against the wheel. “Fuckin’ hell, I know that–”

“Great. You know that. So then you should also know that ‘another night’ is–”

“What do you want me to do? ‘Huh? What should I do, ‘love? get out the car, pick you up ‘an carry you to the bloody place m’self?”

Adrenaline shot through your body, your blood racing through your veins as your eyes began to water. All you wanted was to go out for Valentine’s Day. To feel cared about. To know he loves you.

Grabbing the car door handle, you thrust the door open. The rain got louder, and without skipping a beat, you threw yourself out into the cold, wet atmosphere, slamming the door shut. You heard him yell after you, but you didn’t stop. You pulled your jacket closer to your body, trying not to slip as your heels collided with the slippery concrete. You were going back to the house, inside, where you would foreseeably spend the rest of the night in bed, sobbing, with him on the couch.

You fucking hated this. You hated how disappointing this was. How disappointed you were.

As you reached the front door of your shared home, you held the freezing key in hand, shaking as you attempted to unlock the lock. You regretted dressing up for tonight, wishing you spent your time on anything else instead. Anything.

You heard another Jeep door slam shut, small sloshes of puddles being brutally murdered by aggressive stomps, and you knew Simon and his stupid, heavy-ass boots were making their way toward you. 

God, him and his walk. Even that was driving you up the wall now.

“Y/N.” his voice boomed, fighting the thick, infuriating volume of the rain.

Believing in communication, you ignored him again. 

Nothing good would come from your mouth right now, and god forbid you opened it, he would learn so many new things about himself.

You would save it for later – when you didn’t want to verbally rip him limb by limb.

But then you felt his drenched hand on your shoulder, droplets of water flowing down your jacket sleeve.

“Y/N,” he repeated, and suddenly, something inside you snapped. 

You started to speak, anger coating your words, but you weren’t able to finish. “The ‘fuck do you want, Simo–” 

Within a millisecond, you watched him lean over, scoop you up by the legs, and start carrying you bridal style down the street. 

You paused, saying nothing as he carried you. He said nothing, too. The both of you said nothing together.

It was like something had reset in your brain – you went from being angry, to confused, to shocked. You had no idea what he was doing, no idea what he was thinking. Hell, you had no idea what you were even thinking – you were so taken aback, that you weren’t even sure you had any thoughts left in your head. Which, is a miracle, considering how many new adjectives you came up with about two minutes prior, for this situation alone. 

You felt the rain soak your skin and outfit, some of it landing on Simon first, sliding down his broad, suited shoulders before coating you. His walk was rough and rugged, you bouncing slightly in his arms as he moved the two of you down the sidewalk. Despite how angry you were a couple of minutes ago, you were being calmed by the second just feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the pumping of his heartbeat, the sound of his breathing.

“Simon?” you spoke, sounding cautious.

He said nothing, only looking down, his brown eyes meeting yours as his wet, blonde hair messily stuck to his forehead in small strands. He looked as dead on the inside as usual, but there was something about his stare this time, that let you know he was sorry. It was almost sheepish, in an intimidating way. 

He is a confusing man.

Nonetheless, you went on with what you wanted to ask. “What…are you doing?”

“I’m walkin’ us to the date.” he said in a gruff, matter-of-fact way.

…

Silence passed between the two of you once more, before you started to crack a small smile, softly laughing at the man’s resolve to solve the problem. 

“I don’t think we’re ‘gonna make it there in time, ‘Monnie.” you said, playing along.

“I said another night, did’n I? We’re gonna get there – ‘just another night.” he quipped. 

You hid your face in your hands, trying to hold back your amusement. It was safe to say that you weren’t angry anymore, at least.

“We’re ‘gonna get hypothermia by then, I think, love?” you replied.

You watched him grin a little, his head moving back up to watch the area in front of him as he walked. “We’ll make a stop at the clinic after, then.”

You laughed, sighed, then laughed again thinking about the stupidity of the situation you were in right now. Simon laughed a little, too.

You started slapping his soaked dress shirt playfully, listening as it made a squelching noise before speaking. “Alright, alright, can we have the date at home instead so that we can skip the whole hospitalization part?”

“I suppose.” Simon replied lightheartedly before slowing to a stop, glancing down at you, changing directions, and walking back towards the direction of the house.

A grin was stuck on your face as the two of you passed by the glowing streetlamps and houses, all while the rain continued to pour down. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling as cold anymore, either – you were glad to be in Simon’s arms.

“You make things really fucking complicated, you know?”

“I know,” he answered.

[ayoarticulate]

okay y’all… i finished.

spoilers but not really under the cut, more so my thoughts and feelings

i wanna start by saying this. i absolutely love the bear and its cast and its crew

this season… i’m not feeling it. it’s the bear so it’s moderately better than most shows out right now, but in comparison to the former seasons? this being the season following season TWO?? it just doesn’t hold up all together!

it feels a bit aimless to me. the episodes very loosely fit together and direct each other. last season, we could really feel how each episode came together to make the one season, but i’m just not getting that for this season. it feels slow but fast? like we’re skipping a whole lot, and it’s always been a show with flashbacks but this season it’s relying on them entirely too much

saying this from a completely non sydcarmy perspective, if you can believe it, but there’s?? hardly any convo between syd and carmy?? this season?? like on any level. it feels so out of place. we get absolutely nothing of carmy visiting sugar after having her baby, which let’s face it, she absolutely would harangue carmy to do.

and before anybody comes to me talking about the ending of the last episode, yes i understand the deliberate decision of adding the TBC. it’s supposed to feel unfinished and like there’s more to said.

that being said, it doesn’t feel unfinished because it doesn’t feel like anything got started! it feels like… there was nothing going on except for carmy being a hard ass and not really changing anything about it.

idk. i’m gonna rewatch tmr a little bit slower and try to really get into it and get the little pieces, but im simply not that… idk. i don’t feel how i thought id feel i guess

[itsjustrosee]

hihiii !! could you maybe do a highschool au minho x fem!reader fic based on the song "wet dreamz" by j. cole?

i've always loved that song and always wanted to see a fic based on the story in it ahhhh

bro I kid u not that is literally my favorite fucking song YES I WILL DO THIS. this gotta be one of my fav requests

Wet Dreamz (Minho x fem!reader)

Context: Tmr highschool au, listen to Wet Dreamz by J. Cole, that's what this fic is based on, (the song is a bit 18+ jus letting yall know)

Warnings: Spice, smut, and cursing

Word count: 4.4k

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

Minhos heart beat quickly while you gently and slowly removed your shirt, revealing the white laced bra you had on underneath. Minho's breath hitched and the boner in his pants hardened as you began taking off your shorts in front of him. Clothes scattered the floor as Minho looked at you up and down, his eyes staying on your body as if trying to commit the image of it to his memory.

Stepping towards him, you guided his motions and helped him remove his shirt. Minho griped your hips gently as he brought you closer to him, putting you on his lap as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. Minho leaned in first and merged his lips onto yours.

Your tounges worked in unison as they began pushing and pulling apart with each other. The tension in the room was heavy and thick as you both continued to kiss each other, becoming more desperate and needy. Minho could feel himself grow harder under you and he couldn't wait to get more of you.

Before the situation could escalate any further, you pulled away, looking Minho in the eyes as you began to speak. "Minho," you whispered calmly and softly into his ear.

"Yeah?" Minho asked with a slight hesitation in his voice. He wasn't even sure of what he wanted to hear you say exactly, but he was hoping that it would be along the lines of you wanting to go further with him.

Everything at that moment felt like a haze as you brought your face back to look at him. As you opened your mouth, Minho expected to hear your voice and the words he so desperately wanted to hear you say, but instead, he heard the opening cords of the Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, ringing in his ears.

Suddenly Minho woke up, drenched in sweat as he jolted up from his sleep. His heart beat fast as he looked around his room, but you were nowhere to be found. Eventually, his brain caught up with him, realizing what had happened.

It wasn't the first time he had had a wet dream, and it definitely wasn't the first time he had had a wet dream with you in it. He sighed as he shut off the alarm on his nightstand, which was gifted to him by Thomas, who had somehow programmed it to play Minho's favorite song instead of a boring old alarm. However, the song was starting to become increasingly more irritating each and every morning.

As Minho got dressed and brushed his teeth, getting ready for school, his mind couldn't help but wander back to you.

You were another senior in Minho's grade and he only shared one class with you. Math. Even though Minho was a relatively smart kid, he hated math. I mean, who didn't? But the only thing that made up for it was the fact you were in his class.

Minho would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on you. He'd also be lying if he said that whenever you were near him his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks reddened, but it's not like he could help it. You were gorgeous. The way your long (H/C) hair fell over your shoulder when you spoke, or how it swayed when you walked, was enough to make Minho pass out. You had a slim and fit figure that Minho couldn't help but fantasize about. Let alone that, but you also had an ass that made people look once the first time, then do a double-take to see if it was even real.

It's not like Minho only liked you for your looks though. There was so much more to you than that. You were probably one of the funniest people Minho had ever met, and you also had the personality of an angel. The way spoke could make any guy faint after hearing it, and Minho almost did after hearing you talk to him for the first time during class.

-----

It was early September when Minho stepped into math class on the first day of school. He walked through the door, looked at the seating chart, and sat down. When you walked into the room, Minho's eyes were on you and only you as you stepped towards the teacher's desk, asking her something that he wasn't able to make out. He was lost in thought as his mind began racing, so when you came over and asked him something he didn't even hear you the first time.

"Hello?" You spoke and Minho's heart melted after hearing your voice.

"Oh hey. Sorry did you ask me something?" Minho said, his mind finally beginning to catch up with him again. He took a moment to get a better look at you as he realized you must've been a new student because trust me, he would've been able to recognize a face and a smile that beautiful from a mile away.

"Yeah, I did, but it's alright." You said with a chuckle while pausing for a moment before continuing, "Are you Minho? Mrs. Johnson told me that's who I was sitting next to." You spoke while referring to the teacher sitting at the front of the room who began to stand up, eager to start her lesson.

"Yeah, that's me. And you would be?" Minho asked as you began to sit at the desk next to his. Minho thanked every god there was that for some miraculous reason, you were assigned to sit next to him.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you Minho." You said while giving him a warm smile that made Minho's cheeks flush.

Ever since that moment, Minho and you only grew closer. Talking to each other so much during math to the point where the teacher got so mad that you both were forced to communicate through passing notes.

But that wasn't the only thing that had grown since then. Minho's feelings for you grew more and more intense every single day and he didn't know how much longer he could try and hide them for.

-----

"Minho!" Newt exclaimed as he nudged Minho's shoulder, snapping him back into reality.

"Jesus Newt what is it?" Minho asked as he rubbed his eyes with his hands and readjusted himself in his chair as he sat up further. His mind began to come back to him as he reevaluated his surroundings, remembering that he was in the library with Newt. They had both made the habit of visiting the library during their free period to work on schoolwork or to just talk with each other.

"I literally called your name like five times." Newt said with a scoff before looking at Minho dumbfounded, "Dude we're supposed to be working on that project we have in Latin?" Newt says while trying to catch his daydreamer of a friend back up.

"Oh shit right," Minho replies with a sudden realization. "Sorry man, my mind has just been somewhere else today," Minho said with a sigh as he took out a binder from his bag on the ground to the left of him, setting it on the table he and Newt were currently sitting at.

Newt, who was to the right of him sitting in his own chair, rolled his eyes before speaking again, "Right, and when you say 'somewhere else' you really just mean off thinking about (Y/N) right?" Newt questions with a smirk on his face while Minho glares at him.

"Oh fuck off Newt," Minho says while looking at Newt, who appears to be too busy staring behind Minho than at him. Minho turns around to see you walking over and immediately his face reddens. He prayed that you hadn't heard what he and Newt had been talking about just a moment before.

Newt shot Minho a look as you walked between the both of them, your voice making Minho melt as you spoke, "Hi Minho, Hi Newt. What are you guys up to?"

"Oh uh- nothing much, I was just working on our Latin project," Minho said with an awkward smile while running his fingers through his hair.

You gave him a nob but before you could reply Newt spoke, "You mean I was working on our Latin project while you were busy daydreaming." Newt said with a chuckle, a wolfish grin spread across his face as Minho began to stare daggers at him. His gaze radiated 'Say one more thing Newt and I swear to god I will kill you'.

You replied with a giggle as you began to explain, "God I am the same way. I'm sure my chem partner hates me." turning to look at Minho with a warm and sympathetic smile that made Minho's heart skip one too many beats. He often wondered how you could just effortlessly make Minho's heart quicken and mind spin. Maybe you had some sort of superpower. Minho wasn't quite too sure what it was.

Minho chuckled in response to your statement. How could anyone ever hate a girl like you? He thought to himself, though he knew better to than to say something like that aloud.

Minho hears you mumbling a curse under your breath as you take your phone out of your pocket and look at the time. "Oh shit- I totally forgot that I promised I'd meet Brenda at her locker during her free." You say while fumbling with your phone and Minho sees you presumably shooting a quick apology text to her before putting it away. "I gotta go before she gets even more mad at me, but it was nice seeing you guys." You explain while giving Newt a wave goodbye.

You take a couple steps around Minho to his left and right before you are about to keep walking away, you stop to put your hand on his shoulder.

"I'll see you next period." You say with a smile while giving Minho's shoulder a quick squeeze and Minho can only smile in reply as the words he planned on says got caught in his throat.

As you removed your hand from his shoulder, Minho could only watch as you walked away. Was that real? Was he dreaming again? He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, wondering if you even knew how your actions had such an effect on him.

Newt once again knocked Minho out of his thoughts with his patronizing laugh, "God you're down horrendously for her."

"Shut up"

"You should tell her how you feel. That's all I'm saying," Newt said while putting his hands up in innocents.

"Yeah maybe. But I don't think she'd like me back." Minho sighed as he spoke, clearly defeated. He would want nothing more than to tell you how he felt but the fear of rejection was definitely holding him back.

"No, she would Minho," Newt says with certainty before continuing, "It's so obvious with how she looks at you."

"Really?"

"Really," Newt confirms after giving Minho an encouraging smile as he puts his binder and other random scattered papers back into his bag.

"OK then. I think I'm going to tell her." Minho says while smiling to himself as he too puts away his binder and anything else he had taken out of his bag.

The bell rings as Newt and Minho get out of their seats and walk out of the main library doors and into the hall. Before Newt and Minho can go their separate ways Newt speaks, "Go get 'em tiger" He says with a chuckle as he pats Minho on the back.

Minho says his goodbye and walks away chuckling but then the realization sets in. Shit, he had math this period. If he was going to tell you how he felt he would be doing it then.

And now Minho was slightly freaking out.

He calmed his nerves as much as he could as he walked into the classroom and over to the pair of desks you both sat at. Of course, you were already there, greeting Minho with a warm smile as he sat down.

You both started to make small talk about each other's days and the math homework before the period started but once the second bell rang, your math teacher glared at the both of you to stop talking. But that never really meant that you guys stopped talking.

You pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and you began to write on it. And this had become a normal occurrence for you both, almost a routine of sorts.

One of you would get out a piece of paper and jot something down so you could continue your conversation that way. Most of the time you guys talked about random stuff, or maybe gossiped about the people in our grade, but it wasn't really anything beyond that.

Minho couldn't tell if this was going to make things easier or harder for him to confess to you. But before Minho could stress himself out any further, you slid the note to him. After his eyes skimmed what you had written, he wondered if he was actually going crazy.

The note read: have you ever had sex before?

Minho read it ten times over to see if he had actually read it properly the first time. He wondered if his scrambled fucking brain was just starting to imagine things, but after looking at it for the 15th time he realized it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.

Minho glanced over to you as he began to reply but you weren't looking at him, though he could still make out the slight blush on your cheeks and the shy smile that tugged on the ends of your mouth.

As Minho grabbed a pencil from his bag he began to reply. In this scenario, he thought the best option was to lie his ass off. Who knew what you were going to do if he said no.

Minho slid the paper back over to you which now had another sentence below where you had previously written, stating: Of course I have, I'm like a pro.

Minho was trying to make the situation slightly more joking because he didn't know what else to do. He was trying his hardest to play it cool. For all he knew, you would reply with a joke back because he still wasn't sure if you were being serious. Minho's anticipation for a response grew more and more as he waited.

Finally, you slid the note in Minho's direction once more. The note read: Oh so you're a pro? I want you to show me. then a line below that, you continued: My parents are gone for the weekend, so maybe you could come over Saturday?

Minho couldn't believe his eyes. Not at all. Were you joking with him? I mean, even if it was just a joke, he might as well play along, right?

Sounds like a plan, Minho wrote back on the paper and handed it over to you. Once you read it, you looked at him for the first time since this note conversation began and smiled at him. Minho watched as you folded the paper away and put it in your pocket, returning your attention to the lesson.

Ok so now, Minho was mentally pissing himself. Though you were one to make jokes, You'd never tried to make any jokes about this type of thing. Minho could tell though that you were actually being serious.

For the rest of the duration of the class, you and Minho whispered hushed conversations to each other instead of note-passing and thankfully your teacher hadn't noticed. Your conversations continued like usual and by the time class and school were over, Minho thought that he dreamed the whole situation up. That was until he received a text message from you, telling him to be over tomorrow at 8. You didn't need to tell Minho where you lived because you've been to each other's houses to study for upcoming math quizzes/ tests, so you didn't mention anything about it in the text you sent.

After staring at the text for about ten minutes, Minho came to his senses and actually realized that this whole thing was going to happen. That still didn't stop him from stressing out about it though.

I mean he hasn't even gotten past second base, and now he was going to lose his V-card to you? Not only that but he literally lied about not being a virgin in the first place.

Minho sighed as he lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's not like he hasn't watched his fair share of pornos, he obviously knows what to do, but that's not what was worrying him. He couldn't be happier than to have his first time with you, that was for sure. And if you wanted to have sex with him, that would mean you had to have some sort of romantic interest in him, right? Minho's main concern was whether he'd be good enough. What if he was terrible and you never wanted to talk to him again?

Minho took a deep breath in and exhaled deeply as he stared back at his phone. Nothing would go his way if he kept overthinking it.

I'll be there, he texted back.

-----

Minho's heart beat fast as he pulled his car into your driveway at 8. Before he left, he called and told Newt what was going on, and obliviously, he freaked the hell out. It was safe to say that that didn't help Minho's nerves. After the initial shock, Newt gave him a quick pep talk and now he was actually feeling relatively confident.

As Minho walked out of the car and up to your front door, nervously fiddling with his sweatpants pocket to make sure that he had remembered to bring condoms. He knocked once on the door and after a couple seconds, you answered it and welcomed him in with a warm smile.

"I'm glad you could come." You say while leading Minho inside.

"I'm glad you invited me," Minho said with a smirk as he followed you. On the way upstairs and to your room, you got into your usual small talk with each other, and Minho didn't feel nearly as much pressure as he had before.

You eventually came down the hallway and stopped in front of your room. You twisted the knob and opened the door, walking in front of Minho as he followed. This wasn't Minho's first time in your room and it almost felt normal as you sat down on your bed crisscross apple sauce, patting the space next to you indicating for Minho to sit down.

There was a small moment of silence as Minho sat down next to you. Minho noticed there was very little space between the both of you as he turned his head to look at you, propping your arms behind you on the bed while you sat. Minho realized that there was something about you he just couldn't describe. It's as if words failed to properly explain how beautiful you were in his eyes. Maybe it was your eyes and how their vibrant color glistened even when they weren't in the light.

"What are you staring at, huh?" You said playfully, tilting your head while turning to look at Minho.

"You're just really beautiful," Minho replied, the words coming out before he could even understand what he was saying.

You leaned closer, putting your hand on his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing his freshly shaven skin as you spoke, "Do you say that to every girl before you're about to sleep with them?" a grin spreading across your face as you asked.

"Nope, only with the ones I really like," Minho said as he joked with you.

You chuckled in reply as Minho put his hand over yours. He twisted his torso to get a better angle of you. It was quiet for a moment before anyone did anything else. Minho quickly broke that silence by leaning into you, merging your lips with his, and you reciprocated it quite quickly. The kiss was gentle and passionate as he continued, savoring what it felt like to be so intimate with you.

You held the kiss as you swung your legs over Minho, straddling him as you did so. Minho moved his hands under your shirt and up your back, sending waves of electricity coursing through you. You moved your hand on his cheek to the back of his neck, playing with strands of Minho's black hair as you did so. Your other arm found its way up Minho's shirt, tracing each one of his defined muscles delicately.

Minho only melted into your touch further as the kiss continued. He became more hungry and desperate as you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like his life depended on it as if he was just dreaming and he could wake up any moment.

After tugging on the hem of his shirt, Minho pulled it off, your shirt coming off as well, not too soon after. Minho became drunk from the skin-to-skin contact and he could already feel himself harden under you.

Minho broke away from the kiss first, leaving the both of you breathless as he flipped you over so your entire body was on the bed, Minho positioned himself over you. His hands were placed on either side of you and he was on his knees, in between yours. You smirked at the sudden control Minho was taking, and he viewed that as a sign to keep going, so he did.

He kissed you once more, his lips biting down on your bottom lip as they traveled down your jaw and your collarbone. You took your shorts off, revealing your white lace panties before you turned your attention to Minho's pants. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Minho got the hint soon after and pulled them down all the way, tossing them over the side of the bed before continuing where he left off, giving you hickeys all over your neck. You moaned as he sucked at the sensitive parts of your neck and collarbone, which only make Minho get even harder than he was before.

You notice how hard Minho has gotten and you take your hand, gently tugging on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down far enough for his cock to spring free. You lick your hand and begin slowly rubbing Minho up and down, a soft groan escapes Minho's mouth as you do.

"Minho," You say, your voice breaking slightly.

"Yeah?" Minho asks while looking up at you, a little worried that he may have been taking things too fast.

"I-I want you." You reply while putting your hand on his cheek again.

Minho could only grin as you said this and he quickly bent over the side of the bed and grabbed a condom from his discarded jeans pocket. He ripped open the packaging, sliding the condom on as he pulled your panties to the side. He began aligning himself with your entrance but before he did anything he looked back at you.

"Wait Minho." you said before continuing, "I know you've done this before, but this is my first time," you explained, slightly embarrassed to admit it.

"Don't be worried baby, I'll be gentle I promise," Minho said into your ear as he slowly pushed into you.

You moaned loudly as your walls stretched as he entered you further. Your pain and discomfort quickly turned into pleasure as he entered you fully. He kept one of his hands on your hip and the other holding your hand above your head You kept your hand securely around his back as you arched into him. You loved the way he made you feel, and as his thrusts began slowly, you couldn't get enough of it.

"You're doing perfect sweetheart," Minho muttered into your ear as he continued. As he kept thrusting, he kept letting you know how well you were taking him. He loved praising you and letting you know how good you were doing, which only made you feel even more turned on.

Minho sped up his pace slightly and he could already feel himself get closer and closer to his climax and by the way he felt you tightening around him, he could tell you were close too.

"Minho I'm close," you moan as he continues to pound into you.

With one final thrust, both you and Minho finished at the same time. You moaned loudly and Minho felt a wave of ecstasy crash over him as he kept his cock in you for a few moments after finishing. He pulled out gently and took off his condom, tying a knot around the top and throwing it in the trash can in the corner of your room. Minho grabbed his boxers and pulled them back up as he towered over you, standing on his knees with his back straight.

Minho kissed you on the forehead then got up from the bed quickly and grabbed a washcloth from your bathroom. He came back out from the bathroom with a damp washcloth in his hand as he got back onto the bed, repositioning himself in between you. He opened your legs and began to clean you up, which shocked you because you hadn't even known after-care this nice even existed.

"Thank you," you muttered shyly as Minho tossed the washcloth into your hamper and readjusted your panties.

"Of course baby," Minho said, giving you another kiss while lying down next to you. You turned onto your side towards Minho, resting your hands on his chest while he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pulled your covers up and over the both of you with his free hand.

"So I'm guessing you wouldn't mind staying the night?" You ask while looking up at Minho, a small smile forming at the edges of your mouth.

"If you want me to," Minho said, his voice hopeful.

"Well obviously I'd want you to, what kind of question is that?" You said with a giggle as you looked into Minho's pretty brown eyes.

"Alright then, I just was just making sure." Minho replied, chuckling back with you, "So I'm guessing you had a good first time?"

"I had the best time." You said with a genuine smile, making Minho's heart tug at the strings.

"I'm glad." Minho sighed while kissing you on the forehead once more. He stroked your upper arm with his thumb as you rested your head on his chest. Your eyes fluttered close and you'd fallen asleep, and before Minho could realize it, he began to drift off as well.

Ok guys here is YET ANOTHER minho fic, per request. I'm sorry if it seems a bit rushed, But otherwise, I gotta say I'm pretty happy with how things turned out. considering it was a bit difficult to actually piece this whole story together and make it make sense with the song. If that makes sense. Lmao

Thank you again for all the support yall have been giving me, reading your comments fills me with sm joy you have no idea.

Btw I have seen all of your requests and I promise I'm getting to them!

[sis-goleona]

Cat's hate water...Don't they?

Title: Cat's hate water...Don't they?

Word Count: 256

Pairing: Cat King x Mermaid! gn! reader

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The king sat idly at the edge of the port Townsend shore. The Lighthouse is towering in comparison to his smaller frame. In a fruitless attempt to keep himself entertained he threw a couple of smooth pebbles into the water; Hoping that one would skip the water a few times…on the last throw the rock skipped three times before smacking against another object. “Owwww” a voice shrieked, cutting through his meaningless thoughts. The rock had hit the one person he had been waiting all this time for. A pang of guilt hit his chest, he hoped that rock didn’t hurt their pretty head too much. Their head emerged from the darkness of the sea, the surface tension of the water breaking over their hair and running down their face until the neck and shoulders were exposed to the early morning sunlight. Their skin was iridescent in the light, shimmering with every move their body made. Thomas loved to watch their body move against the waves, they lapped ever so gently against their glowing skin. 

“Back again…Thomas?” they sang, adding a little more emphasis on Thomas. Yes, this was probably the twentieth time this week he had waltzed his way down to the beach just to see them. He absolutely HATED the water, it was cold and wet…it freaked him out if he couldn’t see what was under him/around him at all times. But for them…he would stand at the water's edge and risk his paws getting a little wet. Just to get a glimpse of them.

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This is not up to my usual par but I hope you enjoy none the less.

Maybe tmr...if you beg, I will write something a little longer for Charles. Tehe

"mwah mwah mwah" - Tobias Forge

[filmofhybe]

Could I request for Enhypen? Enha & their s/o shopping/on a date and someone comes up to flirt with their s/o in front of them. And the person is actively ignoring Enha lmao

shopping date interference

pairing : ot7! x reader genre : fluff warning : jealousy , arguing , disgusting comments towards reader , swearing. 1023 words

a/n : skl is tmr i have never wanted to skip so bad. But is okay I got jungwon’s lip balm that will get me going. I also wanna cry cuz aot has officially ended. I’m not ok.

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희 승 heeseung + 박종성 Park Jeongseong + 성훈 Sunghoon

the ones that seems like they won’t notice at the very beginning. But they knew it since the beginning. For example, they would be paying for the stuff you want while your just standing behind them. Than suddenly a guy walks towards you and start flirting with you. You absolutely ignoring him and just wish they finish paying FAST. They obviously know he’s there, eardropping all the disgusting flirtatious comments they are making towards you. Wants to punch them so hard and won’t hesitate even if they are in a store. Because you deserve to get treated with respect and love. Drags you out after threatening them.

“Babe I’ll pay for this, just stay close with me alright?” He said as he walked towards the cashier. You trailing behind him because he said to stay close to him.

Your thoughts was interrupted as a stranger approaches you. “Hey gorgeous how’s your day?”

silence.

“Aww don’t ignore me bubs. Your so cute bet you’re just shy.”

silence.

“don’t be shy around me I don’t bite.”

silence.

“That would be $456 sir.”

“Aww look at your little man paying for you! I can get you some stuff as well if you want.”

“I hope you shut that disgusting mouth of yours and leave my girlfriend alone.” He says as he grabs your hand, ready to leave.

“Wow calm down I was just offering her things!”

“Well she clearly doesn’t want the stuff your offering.”

“Why are you talking for her?”

“Maybe cause she’s scared of you? If you can’t stop talking, maybe we should take it somewhere else and it’s not gonna end well for you.”

He judged that disgusting man before taking you out of the store.

“Are you alright baby? I’m so sorry I didn’t step in faster I’m just so furious that people are talking to you like that.”

“Is okay love. I just don’t want to give him attention so that’s why I ignored him.”

“Such a good girl, that’s why you deserve everything I’m getting you today and my love forever.”

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki +정원 jungwon

these two boys would be so confused what’s going on. Let’s just say they are jealous but they put their whole trust on you. They would 100% step in when it gets too far. But you would just drag them away because you think they are being super disrespectful, the way they are ignoring your boyfriend and the disgusting comments towards you. Nah they are basically disrespecting both of you. Clueless babies that just stares at you afterwards but acts all cuddly because they heard the stuff they said about you.

“Hey cutie how are you?” a random guy just came up to you. Catching you off guard. Your boyfriend was aware of the guy’s presence but he wants to know what he’s going to do before stepping in.

You never answer him because no man deserves your attention besides your boyfriend.

“Hey stop ignoring me. I just want to know you more!”

“Maybe a drink or something? Will that get me to know you more?”

“Maybe we can even go shop around that cute lingeri-”

“Are you blind or are you just going to ignore u have a boyfriend? You basically disrespecting both of us?”

“Babe I’m not? I’m just tryna chat you up. You boyfriend aren’t even-”

“Maybe just leave us alone? My girlfriend clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Fuck her she’s being a bit-”

Before he can even finish his sentence, you dragged your boyfriend away. Storming off while anger is building inside of you. No one is going to disrespect you while your just trying to have a chill and relaxed shopping date.

“I’m so sorry he’s being disrespectful towards you. He can clearly see I have a boyfriend. Ugh I hate man sometimes.”

“You hate man?”

“Well you get what I mean but it’s never going to be you love…”

“This is why I love you and I put so much trust in you.”

선우 Sunoo + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

The ones that would make fun of him. Icl they would start making fun of him until it gets too far. They would go full on protective mode. And the fact they know he’s ignoring their presence makes his blood boil. Starts spitting out curse words at them making them take back everything they had said. Starts laughing again after you guys are out of his sight.

“Hey lovely you free?” Another day another man coming up to you. You were sick and tired of it atp because you clearly have a boyfriend, that your currently in his arms.

“Did he just came up to you wobbling and ask are you free?” Your boyfriend whispered into your ears making you chuckled before focusing on the guy that’s in front of you both. You clearly having a uninterested expression in.

“I hope that’s your brother beside you cuz your really cute, especially the skirt your wearing.” Okay that’s when he cross the line cuz why the hell is he looking at your skirt?

“That’s my boyfriend not my brother.”

“But is it okay if I get your number? Just as frien-”

“She just said im her boyfriend do you need your ears fucking checked? What the actual fuck is wrong with you..?”

“I actually don’t need a check up I just want her num-”

“Your clearly ignoring my boyfriend’s presence and I rejected your offer so no.”

Both of your blood was boiling as you walked pass him. Bumping into him as you both left him speechless and embarrassed.

“BABE STOP DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?”

“NAH WE CUSSED HIM OUT GOOD?!”

“This is why we are meant for each other.”

“Always love you know we do the funniest things together.”

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[ramblingsfromthytruly]

the pages are turning~

a months old pic of my desk

29th august 2024

day 4/50 - productivity challenge

🕒 6:00 a.m.

sleep deprivation is hitting. eating leftovers and coffee for breakfast.

checked notifs

actually ate some goddamn breakfast

not me realizing that i barely eat 2 meals every school day..

revised psychology: ch-1: what is psychology

here's a (self) reminder to actually go study instead of procrastinating 30 mins by watching study motivation videos.

also i recommend listening to non-lyrical music while studying. i personally listen to classical piano music. this is what i was listening to today morning.

showered

morning skincare

extended duolingo streak

aaand off to school. thought i would be late but honestly i've been reaching at the correct time all these days. if i leave my house by 8:05 then i'm good.

at school i first had physics and then 2 continuous chemistry classes (the teacher is good but her classes are so draining ugh).

completed physics classwork (the stuff i missed when i was absent on tuesday)

did the OCEAN test in psychology class! idk why but i love personality tests. i'll discuss my results with my teacher tmr hopefully but what i gathered is that i'm an ambivert leaning to introversion and ok emotional regulation & stability. my other classmate was very much an extrovert with higher tendency to take others' words to heart. we bunked the last 2 english classes together in the library lol. also want to say that i'm so ashamed for having formed an image in my mind of her, without really knowing her that well. i cruelly judged her prematurely and though we didn't really talk about our lives and stuff, we did get closer (maybe even friends?) today and i regret my judgments. ik i would be crushed if someone thought up an image of me in their head like that and i try not to do the same but sometimes i make mistakes. i'm trying to be more aware of that.

studied psychology ch-6: human memory (in the library when i skipped english)

lightly rained the entire trip home and got much louder as i ate a hearty lunch 😋

started a word doc for biology investigatory project

started a word doc for chemistry investigatory project

me and my bestfriend have been much more honest with our feelings recently. the saying "distance makes the heart grow fonder" was actually made for us. she's in a new college all popular with new pretty friends and boys probably crushing on her and she says i'm her favourite person. i'm at a new school slowly making new friends and she's my favourite person. i told her i love her. she deserves to know that. and i meant it totally platonically and that doesn't make it any less. if anyone ever asks, "who's your first love?" i'll say her name. it'll always be her.

practiced playing keyboard 🎹

read newspaper 📰 (some of those cases make me feel sick)

post for studyblr weekly prompt

dinner. yum. noodles and cake.

made notes psychology ch-1: what is psychology?

night skincare

🕒 nope! pulled an all-nighter.. yes i have school tmr 😃 listen i do not recommend doing this shit at all. why did i do it you may ask? i don't really have any crushing deadlines as such, but i've tricked my mind into thinking my own plans are deadlines. this week my sleep has been astronomically fucked up. the weekend will be a reset (i have school on saturday 😭) and i will prioritze sleep. i need to at least manage 6-7 hours everyday.

edit: actually i fell asleep around 2 a.m. and did no other studying..

🎧 i love you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams

her songs are actually just excerpts from my journal but minus the romance unfortunately like where's my gf ugh we're wasting time

a months old pic of my desk

[toastsnaffler]

friends are making plans to go stay with each other but it's the weekend I'm going to see my favourite band. the universe fucking hates me

[luvbinnies]

minisode. nineteen - grow some big boy ballz

warnings: balls, soompi, aespa slander, swearing, kys jokes, that green small creature from spongebob

love on the radio. eighteen - m.list - twenty

note: i will post tmr cuz i don't feel too well and am skipping all my classes tmr cuz i dont wanna go lol

☆ Keeho a famous influencer wants to make his radio talk show view ratings sky rocket. So what does he do, he invites two of his kpop idol friends from school to join to do a segment with him. But he had no idea the two used to rivals back in their school days. He also had no idea them bickering for half an hour would absolutely blow up and cause fans to start shipping them.

What does he do with that? He convinces (begs) them to become permanent hosts on the show and to continue to flirt (bicker) with each other. What can go wrong?

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Getting Hooked

Chapter 6

Hook x Reader

Action Andretti x Reader (if you squint)

Getting Hooked Masterlist

Tyler's POV :

I was hanging out with the lads at Andretti's place, reliving the highlights of our night out.

"I'm telling you, I really want to get Y/N's number," I said, turning to the guys.

But before they could respond, Taz called us, his voice serious. "Guys, we need to meet up. Now."

Andretti chuckled. "Looks like the universe is saying, 'Leave her to me, Tyler!'"

I felt a twinge of jealousy, my face growing hot. "Ha ha, very funny, Andretti."

But Darius poked fun at me, grinning. "Aww, Tyler's got a crush! And Andretti's stealing his thunder!"

The guys burst out laughing, and I playfully rolled my eyes. "Shut up, guys."

But deep down, I was a bit disappointed. I really wanted to get in touch with Y/N again.

Y/N's POV :

I went back to the bar, hoping to find Tyler again. But he was nowhere to be seen.

I searched the whole place, my anxiety growing. Where was he?

I felt a pang of fear. Had something happened to him?

I didn't even have his number! I was starting to get really worried. Would I never see him again?

I started to tear up, feeling desperate. But then Skye came over and put her arm around me.

"Hey, cheer up! His dad owns this place. You'll see him again soon."

I sniffled, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Skye was right. Maybe our paths would cross again soon.

Time Skip - end of Y/N’s shift

Y/N's POV :

I finished my shift, exhausted, and headed out to my car. As I walked through the dimly lit parking lot, I noticed a guy following me.

At first, I thought nothing of it, but as he kept pace with me, my heart began to race. I quickened my steps, but he caught up, his hand grasping my arm.

"Hey, you're really beautiful," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Why don't you come home with me?"

I tried to shake him off, but he held tight. "Let go of me!"

He sneered, his grip tightening. "You're not very friendly."

Suddenly, his hand swung back, and he hit me across the face. I felt a searing pain, and everything went blurry.

As I stumbled away, tears streaming down my face, I heard him laugh and drive off. I made it to my car, locked the doors, and broke down, shaking in fear.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was still trying to process it all when I arrived at work the next day, my face still bearing the mark of that terrifying encounter.

Time Skip - next day

Tyler's POV :

I walked into Andretti's place, dropping off some stuff for my dad. Y/N was working, and I couldn't help but notice the mark on her face.

Andretti, always the charmer, flirtatiously grabbed her face to examine the bruise. "Oh, Y/N, what happened here?"

I felt a surge of jealousy, my heart racing. Why was he touching her like that?

I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't help feeling possessive. I dropped the box I was holding and stormed out, not even saying goodbye.

As I walked away, I heard Y/N's concerned voice. "Tyler, wait!"

But I didn't turn back. I needed to cool off.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a storm that would change everything.

Author’s Note- Do yall even read these? Idk but either way it’s fun leaving little comments n stuff. hadda release 2 parts cuz it’s HOOKs birthday🥳🥳 prlly release another part tmr. Lots of love ❤️ - Tori