#easier said than done ofc but i try to keep it in mind

[camkablam]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

100% happens all the time, best thing I’ve learnt to do is just do it badly!! Art is for you after all

[stonedtaemin]

up with your turret / aren't we just terrified?

❕riding, creampie, angry sex, dirty talk, face slapping | ao3 | wc 4.3k

mc throws a cup at caleb, caleb gets horny (ofc)

“does it hurt?”

like hell.

“are you mad at me?”

furious. 

she shook her head no slowly, eyes trained on caleb like a hawk. 

they both knew that she was, in fact, mad at him. the tension made the room close in around them. unsaid words lingered like a bad stench. it was only just a few days ago that they had been on stellar terms. her mind flashed back to her first night in skyhaven. they couldn't keep their hands to themselves that whole night. 

she gripped the hem of her gown tightly, playing with a loose thread. she couldn't think about that.

what else could be done? after her not-so-secret tag along while tracking caleb, she got hurt and exposed herself. it felt like every time she was getting hot on the trail, something just had to go wrong. she was getting hurt a lot lately, physically and mentally. it was like doing mental gymnastics with herself while trying to figure out caleb's true intentions with everything that had been going on since mia's funeral. and kevi, poor kevi...

her eyebrows furrowed in anger. she wanted to cry more than anything but it wouldn't do any good. best to just stay angry and not have a total meltdown. being angry was easier.

she just needed sleep.

her eyes flickered between caleb and the monitor that read all of her vital signs. even though the numbers show slight improvement, she still felt like shit.

i’m so fucking mad. 

caleb put his hand over her eyes to insert the shot into her leg. the needle doesn’t even feel like anything with her mind on how irritated she was with him.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

“morning.” caleb returned to the room the next day, already dressed in his uniform and ready for whatever may be thrown at him. 

still, his favorite girl in the world said absolutely nothing. silent treatment. a-fucking-gain. he didn’t know if he wanted to pin her down and kiss her or play into her petty game. either way, he was getting agitated too. 

he peered at her from the corner of his eye to watch how hard she was studying the ground. he fiddled around with the med kit once again and read through her night files. she seemed to have slept the whole night, vital signs stable and only needing pain medicine once. 

“how are you feeling?” he chimed.

still no response.

he took a deep breath in through his nose. he turned to face her. still no eye contact. 

“we’re in a bit of a stalemate, huh?” 

he resumed messing with more data holograms after being met with more agonizing silence.

it’s almost as if he could read her mind. he knew she wanted nothing more than to escape. to break free of this room. she was always on the run, always trying to be one step ahead. she was such a restless creature. 

beautiful, restless girl. 

“caleb.”

her words cut through the quiet atmosphere of the hospital suite. the windows were built to be sound-proof from the outside world of skyhaven and the room was sealed shut from the rest of the workers and residents of the hospital. they were two souls trapped in a box together. a really awkward box. 

caleb would give anything for them to be back to the way they were when she first arrived, kissing sloppily on his couch while on their cloud of bliss. he just wanted to be on good terms again. it was hard to hide anything from her.

“i need to leave, caleb.” 

typical.

he tried not to give too much thought to it, still scrolling through useless data. he wouldn't play into her incessant whining. he was tired of her not taking care herself first. it was always mission first, herself last. not anymore. not under his watch. 

clearing his throat, he managed a curt “you’ll be out of here soon enough”.

he didn’t have to look at her to know she was pissed off. she probably had one of her eyebrows cocked up as if to say “screw you”. 

she scoffed.

“when?” 

“well… it depends on when your vital signs return to normal.” he answered tightly. they both knew her vital signs were pretty much at baseline level now. 

“caleb.” she said his name once more. this time with more warning behind her tone.

incessant indeed. 

he turned to look at her finally, both of their eyes locking in together. he crossed his arms, eyebrows knit together. god, she was just so breathtaking. especially when she was mad at him. it made him want to roll his eyes at her. 

“when you made me take cold medicine that night… it wasn’t just because you were concerned about my health, right?”

he honestly was surprised it took her this long to nag onto him about it. she usually was never one to beat around the bush, but something really must have been getting under her skin. he felt guilty. his cheeks warmed ever so slightly. he couldn't let his guard down about this. he had his reasons.

he scratched the back of his head with his hand.

“you already figured out everything, right?”

she always did.

always.

“...aren’t i pathetic?” he shyly smiled. play stupid games, win stupid prizes. 

she stood on her two feet, fists balled up. he backed up a little bit. 

“and this is all just an excuse. you never planned to let me go since the fucking beginning.” 

caleb didn’t even have time to react to her turning around to grab her glass of water off of the side table, which was then thrown smack onto his chest. it hit so hard that it broke on impact.

that was his stupid prize, by the way.

she stood there, breath heavy and her left fist still balled up. her cheeks were hot with blush and eyes sharp. she may have really resented him at that moment. it was also in that same moment caleb realized that it had begun to rain outside, lighting flashes illuminating the room. no thunder followed due to the sound being blocked out, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the building shake around them. everything had been lit up inside of him.

he felt the water start to soak through his jacket, then through his shirt. it made his heart race. he looked down onto his chest, brushing off his lapel. finally, he looked back up at her, eyes narrowing.

deep breaths, caleb.

“did that help you calm down?” his voice was level.

she kept her spiteful gaze locked onto him, unwavering. 

“not at all.” she challenged. 

that’s all it took for him to snap and walk forward. he took her by the throat, leather gloves tightening around her like a snake with it's food. immediately she sat back down on the bed, caleb prying her legs open with his knee. he loomed over her like a tower of authority, thumb stroking her cheek. 

a moan rippled through her like the thunder that loomed over skyhaven. she melted like butter under his touch.

some things never changed.  

“how about now? still feel like throwing another cup at me?” he asked, lips looming over hers. 

her gaze trailed from his eyes down to his lips, batting her eyelashes. she could use a nice hatefuck.

“caleb…” she whined. 

he yanked her back with force, more pressure being applied to her throat. it sent waves straight to her crotch. she could feel herself growing more and more wet. 

“you think you can just do whatever you fucking want all of the time?” he asked, thumb sliding onto her bottom lip, pushing down hard to expose her bottom teeth. 

“nngh— n-no…”

“i can’t hear you.” 

“no.” 

his hand released all at once from her neck. instant relief came rushing back to her windpipes but she missed the feeling immediately. he had gripped her so hard that she still felt a phantom of his touch after the fact. 

“caleb... i'm s—”

his lips crashed onto hers before she could even finish getting out whatever she was going to say. he didn’t really care, to be honest. he was so fucking turned on from her little stunt she just pulled. he didn’t even know why. she just so happened to be incredibly mad at him, more than usual. and it just so happened that he liked it when his girlfriend was a little feisty. it was like electricity.

maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen her in so long since everything that had happened between then and now. seeing her fully grown into the woman she was today, so sure of herself and her morals. everything was so black and white to her. she was dedicated to her hunter role. in a way she reminded him of himself, such a soldier and committed to the cause. but reckless and oftentimes too curious. it pissed him off. it made him horny. he had to fuck the brains out of her right now, dammit. 

she was the first to bite onto his bottom lip, pulling on it and opening her eyes to look at him. they stayed like that for a minute, staring at each other before diving back in. he sucked onto her tongue, wet, sloppy kissing sounds filling up the room. he loved it. she loved it too. 

when they pulled away to breathe, she practically drooled. she was already pulling her gown off, exposing her naked body immediately. 

jesus christ.

“please fuck me. please, i swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now caleb, i’m going to hate you forever.” 

he scoffed loudly, fingers immediately going to pinch her nipples. 

she yelped, leaning into his touch as if she couldn’t breathe without it. 

“you think you deserve that, princess?” he tilted his head, watching as her nipples hardened under his touch. 

she let her head fall back in ecstasy, long black hair cascading down her back and around her shoulders. 

“i want you to show me how mad you are.” she moaned as his lips kissed sloppily down her neck.

his fingers went straight to her scalp and he pulled so hard she thought he might have pulled a handful out. tears brimmed her eyes. 

“move.” he pushed her way back onto the headboard of the bed. he wouldn’t ask her to get on her knees since she was just injured. he may be willing to fuck the shit out of her but he was still her chivalrous boyfriend. no matter how annoyed they were with each other. 

she got the memo. 

he stared at her as he undressed himself. first shrugging off his soaked coat, then throwing his hat onto the bed. gloves too. as he started to take his belt off, she started to sneak her hand between her legs. her fingers dipped down to her crotch, beginning to make a swirling motion that caleb was all too familiar with. naughty girl.  

“stop.” he barked. 

he swiftly pulled his pants off, then peeled his boxers off. his hard cock bounced heavily with the motion, leaking with arousal and red with heat. she was still going, biting her free hand and circling her hips to her own rhythm. he crawled onto the bed and yanked her hand away from her clit. 

“i said stop.” he said slowly. his evol snapped her hands still as a rock to keep from going back to touching herself. she groaned in objection. 

her eyes were dark and eyelids heavy. 

“don’t tell me what to do. i’m tired of it.” she whined. caleb knew she was just trying to get a reaction. so he was going to give it to her. 

“yeah?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes for approval for what he wanted to do. 

she nodded. 

a hard and loud slap sounded as he smacked her hard across her face. she moaned, eyes rolling back to her head. 

“still don’t want to listen to me?” his voice boomed with authority. he was so hard right now he could barely keep the charade up. he knew this was working for her just as much as it was working for him right now. she had already expressed how she liked to be slapped before. they had tried it a few times previously but never like this.

his hand gripped her face harshly, pulling her face to the side with a yank. he gave her another harsh hit on her face, another cry of pleasure escaping her mouth.

“please, please, please, baby…” she whined. her hips grinded against his, her wetness spreading to his cock. he shivered against her. 

he landed a kiss onto her mouth softly before getting up onto his feet in front of her. his cock was standing up straight, so unbelievably hard. she looked up at him, curious for his next move. he gripped the base of his cock, wiggling it a bit in front of her face. 

“be a good girl and suck.” he said sharply. 

her cheeks had never been so red before, one side more puffy than the other from the harsh slap. she never really was great at giving head and it wasn’t exactly her favorite. but every now and then she loved to try. 

he put his hand on her cheek, softly stroking it to remind her it was ultimately her choice. 

“it’s okay. i love you.” he whispered.

she nodded and a small smile took over her swollen lips. she opened her mouth, tongue sticking out for him beautifully. he positioned his tip onto the middle of it, smacking it a few times. the pre-cum fell onto it, and she swallowed to taste it. 

“see how much i want you, baby girl?” his dick smacked against her cheek a few times while she swallowed his taste. he let the tip drag a little more pre-cum onto her cheek, leaving small streaks. her face looked so good next to his cock. he should do this more often. 

“yes, baby.” she responded with urgency. 

she opened her mouth again, allowing his length to enter more. he grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her back and forth. his thrusts were sharp but not to intense. he didn’t want to overstep her comfort zone with how much she could fit. he was already making her start to gag as is. 

the sinful sounds filled the room and almost made him unravel right then and there. the sopping wet sound of his dick filling her throat was too much to handle. his head fell back as he let out a drawn out growl, eyes closed. he felt her hands twist and jerk near his shaft as he pushed in and out of her mouth.

"shit, you're gonna make me cum."

he looked back down at her as she peered up through her bangs. her eyes were telling him to do it, cheeks stained with tears.

his hips bucked up hard, cock hitting the back of her throat. she gagged so hard, spit came spilling out around the corners of her lips.

"not yet." caleb smirked.

he pulled out immediately to stop from cutting it too short. her eyes were gazing at him the whole time, saliva mixed with pre-cum dripping down her chin. she was so fucking filthy. 

“you’re so perfect.” he praised her, getting back down onto the bed and positioning himself between her again. 

they kissed once more, caleb tasting himself on her tongue. their mouths clinged to each other for what seemed like hours. like they were velcro.

he lifted her on top of his lap, lips trailing down to her neck. she had bruises painted all across it now, just how she liked it. his hands roamed around her body, finding her breasts and squeezing onto them tightly. she let out a satisfied sigh with a low moan as she rubbed her folds onto his dick. 

she needed him so badly. 

“can i ride you? please, baby…” she begged softly into his ear. she nipped at his earlobe and he hissed in response. 

“go ahead princess. show me.” he cooed as he laid back onto his elbows to watch her. 

she leaned forward to pinch her breasts tightly together and shook them a bit for him. she felt pretty and wanted to put a show on for him. she rubbed her palms down the sides of her torso and down to her crotch. she was putting herself on display for him. 

“tell me i look good, caleb.” 

“you look so fucking good.” he responded lightning fast. if he wasn’t so jaded by his arousal maybe he would have been embarrassed. 

she chuckled, eyes narrowing like a predator looking at its prey. 

"tell me you want me to sit on your cock, please, caleb." her voice was so whiny it came out like a song.

he gripped her cheeks hard, her eyelids heavy with lust. 

"i want you to sit on my cock and ride me like the perfect little slut you are." he hissed. he pulled her face around with force, trying to drive the point home.

she lifted herself up to position his cock perfectly. she tried to sit on it the first time but it missed. she began to get frustrated and grunted. he took his hand and wrapped it around her waist to help out. 

“there you go, baby. that’s it.” he praised as he felt the tip hit the entrance. 

he sucked in a breath as his cock was immediately enveloped inside of her, the motion quick and jolting. they both shuddered, her hips faltering. 

“jesus… caleb. so f-fucking... big…” she muttered. he moaned in response. 

her palms splayed onto his abdomen as she tried to get the rhythm right. her hair trickled down around her, ticking his stomach. he was so overstimulated right now in the best possible way. the lightning outside that flashed onto her made it feel like he was in a dream. 

“bounce on it.” he commanded. 

“yes...” she managed to groan out as her hips began to circle.

his eyes went to the back of his head as he felt his dick inside her tight walls. this was the fucking dream. 

“fuck…” he drew out the word slowly and deeply. she was taking him like an absolute fucking champ. she was everything and more. he began to meet his hips with hers as she bounced up and down on him fervently. 

“yes, yes, yes right there— a-ah!” she was loud as shit. thank god for high security clearance and these windows. she was an absolute mess. 

“such a good little whore.” he growled. 

her eyes were shut close and her hips were stuttering with each thrust. her constant whining flooded his ears like water. he could watch her like this forever, body slick with sweat and breasts red with heat and bouncing up and down with each motion. he ran his hand up her body, up her neck, and then stuck his thumb into her mouth. she sucked hard, eyes opening to look into his. he pulled her down to meet her lips with his. the kiss felt like an eternity in the best way possible. 

“get up.” 

caleb lifted her up off of his cock and the absence made her hiss. the move was sudden and unexpected but it was quickly replaced by him flipping her over facing the headboard. 

“face down and ass up.” he gripped her by the hips harshly.

she wiggled her ass cutely for him while giggling. 

he struck his hand down onto her right cheek, the crack echoing in the room. 

she bucked up forward, a cry escaping her lips. 

smack. 

another smack. 

each slap was harder than the last. at this point a tear was streaming down her face. 

her moans got louder with each crack. 

“are you ever gonna throw another cup at me again?” he gritted out. 

“no.” 

“no, what?” he smacked her again.

“no sir…!” she yelped out in pure bliss. 

“good girl.” he rammed his cock back inside of her again, thrusting in and out quickly. 

he collected all of her hair into his fist and wrapped it around a few times, pulling her head back abruptly. each thrust sounded off in the thick air around them, balls smacking hard against her skin. it was lewd and disgusting in the best possible way. his hands released her hair and went back to the handles of her hips. he was going as deep as he could. 

“please, please, please…” she begged, each word stringing into the next incoherently. 

“god you take this dick so well. take that shit. just like that, baby.” he whimpered. 

he let go of her hips to let her take control of the pace. she looked back at him and locked eyes with him as she grinded up on him. she put her arm up to her back so he could lace his fingers with hers. it was a little awkward and contorted but they both didn’t care. they just needed to hold each other's hand. it was too good. they had to ground each other.

“a-ah! caleb. i’m so fucking close… shit.” she gritted out. her head fell onto the pillow in defeat, arm falling back down to her side. 

each thrust made a whine come out of her, a string of moans falling out of her mouth like a ritual. caleb couldn’t hold back his moans either, whimpers falling out in broken stutters. he loved how loud she was every time he was inside of her. no one could make her feel as good as him. he wanted the whole world to hear how good he made her feel. he didn’t care even if they didn’t have the luxury of this privacy. nothing was going to stop him from fucking the daylights out of her.

“do it.” 

caleb stuck his thumb in his mouth to slick it up before bending over to rub her clit as he thrust inside her. she yelped out in pleasure, whole body turning into jelly. she had completely surrendered to him. 

“oh my god, yes, fuck!” she cried out. her hips were meeting his touch with no rhyme or reason, just driving off pure instinct. 

her hips swiveled fast as he drew out her impending orgasm. that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling bubbled up into her stomach.

”please don’t stop, yes, yes, yes…”

“good girl. good fucking girl. cum for me.”

“i’m cumming, oh, fuck i’m cumming!” she drew out each word as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. her moan came out in a long drawn out whine as her hips stuttered from overstimulation. 

caleb couldn’t handle it any longer either. 

“where do you want me, princess?” he whispered. she knew he was about to come too. 

she whined as his hand finally stopped and pulled back. 

“want you to fill me up. caleb.” she begged, lips pouting ever so slightly. she looked a complete fucking wreck and caleb thought she looked so gorgeous. she didn’t have to tell him twice. a minute later he was cumming, dick pulsing inside of her. his thrusts were sharp and deep as he rode out his orgasm. 

“jesus, baby. f-fuck me.” he whimpered. he didn’t care how pathetic he sounded. he had completely surrendered himself to her. she was his goddess.

he groaned with each final thrust, feeling himself fill her up so well. nothing could ever feel better than this. he was made for this. for her.

“you take me so well, baby girl. letting me fill you up so good.” his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. with a final thrust he buried himself deep inside her, plugging her up with his seed. she wiggled her ass with content. he landed a soft slap on her cheek, chuckling darkly. 

“bad bitch.” 

“just for you.” she hummed. 

“sweet girl, too.” he cooed as he reached to caress her cheek. it was still swollen. 

she kissed his palm. he started to pull out slowly, letting her brace for impact. 

once he pulled out, he watched as the cum dripped out of her cunt. he dragged the tip of his cock in it, slapping it a few times. he chuckled with amusement when she let out a moan of arousal.

“gonna clean that up for me?” she asked. she started to get up to grab the towel off the bedside table. before she could, he used his evol to freeze her in her place, leaning forward and placing his mouth on her folds. he lapped it up, already feeling his cock grow hard again. she let out the shakiest moan, gripping the sheets around her. 

“careful. i’m gonna get horny again.” she warned.

when he finished, he lifted her up to sit back on his lap, finally face to face again. they kissed deeply, teeth clashing together every now and then. 

“sit on my face.” he whispered onto her lips. 

she pulled away, eyes staring into his. her eyes had a look of pure lust and shock in them. never had they gone at it twice in one go (surprisingly). she knew he had the sex drive of an animal, but usually he had duties to attend to. she looked down at his wrist to see if he had turned his comms off. caleb caught her gaze and smirked. he unclasped the watch and threw it to the end of the bed. 

“just you and me.” he smirked, hand grazing her cheek then using his fingers to pull her chin up. they locked eyes again. 

“i love you.” she whispered before grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him into a deep kiss. he tasted like them and it made her wet all over again. maybe being mad at him wasn’t so bad after all.

“i love you more,” he kissed her softly before retracting “now sit on my face.”

she would definitely listen to him tell her what to do. at least for now. 

[myinconnelly1]

All the Luck in the World pt 14

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, oral, PIV, depression, panic, pregnancy

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x OFC (you)

Word Count: 1336

Summary: With all her luck, Jinx has to wonder if it's good or bad. When she meets Bob, she starts to get her hopes up..

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Bob ran to you when you walked into the tower and grabbed your face between his hands.  He kissed you deeply, then looked over your face and scanned the rest of your body, obviously looking for any injuries.

“I’m okay, hey, Bob, I’m okay,” you confirmed grabbing his hands to help him calm down.  His hands were shaking in yours, as he pulled you tight and rubbed his chin on the top of your head.

“Yeah. I’m fine too, thanks,” John Walker said as he came out of the elevator.  The rest of the Avengers turned to look at him and stifled their laughter.  “Go ahead, laugh it up.  The luck bomb and I took the long way around the city to avoid Valentina’s goons and a truck spray mud all over me from the street.”  Walker had taken his helmet off and was trying to clean it and his face but was not making any progress.

“So, you weren’t seen or followed?” Yelena asked.  You and John nodded in confirmation of her statement.  You turned in Bob’s grasp, refusing to let go of him but needing to address the team.

“I, for one, am very happy that you rescued us, but how do we make sure that Valentina doesn’t come back and grab us again?”  You asked.

“We train you,” Bucky said.  “Both of you.  Not on how to use your powers,” He added quickly when you felt Bob’s whole body go rigid.  “But to protect yourself so that gassing doesn’t knock you down and so that you can hold your own with a gun.”

“But not yet,” Yelena said.  “We aren’t leaving for a while for anything for Valentina, and you guys need some time to recover from all that stress.  You’ve been gone for a while,” She said looking at the rest of the team.

“How long?” Bob asked confused.  Neither of you had been able to track how long you had been held captive.

“Almost two months,” Ava said quietly.

“Food is ready!” Alexi shouted from the kitchen.  You could feel your body trembling in Bob’s grip.  He was also holding you tighter.  You felt your breath coming in shaky gasps, as you started to hyperventilate.

 “It’s okay, honey,” Bob whispered in your ear as he held you.  “I’ve got you.  You’re safe.”  His words had the intended effect, and you felt yourself pulling in a full breath and releasing it.  Bob hadn’t known the exact reason for your panic, there was no way that he could have known unless he read your mind, but his calmness and his presence had been enough for now.

You had gone through the motions of a meal to keep up appearances with the rest of the team, but you could feel yourself disengaged with conversation, and not being present in the moment.  You had too many things on your mind as you tried to remember when your last cycle had been.  It had been before you had gotten brought to the watchtower.  Part of you wanted to think that it was Bob’s blood transfusions.  Your body had been operating in peak condition, which brought you back to the same thought.  You should be as regular as clockwork on Sentry’s blood.  Not more than two months late.  You needed to get a pregnancy test.

That was of course easier said than done.  The team would absolutely not let you or Bob leave the tower.  They almost didn’t let you two go into his room with the door closed.

“I know that we are both going through a lot right now,” Bob said cautiously as he came and held your arms by the elbows.  You had been pacing and chewing your thumb you realized.  “But you’ve got to let me in.  You can’t keep it all to yourself.  Trust me,” He whispered kissing your cheek delicately.

“I will, I promise.  I’m just not ready yet,”  You whispered as you reached out and held him.

“I missed you,” he said quietly into your hair.

“I missed you too,” You said pulling back and looking up at him through your lashes.

It was like a switch flipped.  His lips were crashing against yours, deepening the kiss with every press.  His tongue pressed against your lips and curled into your mouth tasting you, making your mouth his.  You helped him tear your shirt over your head and threw it over into the corner of his room.  You took an opportunity, when he was pulling his sweater off, and kissed and nipped at his abs and stomach.  He pulled in a ragged breath as you moved him backward toward his bed. 

“Oh God,” He groaned as you sank down to your knees in front of him, pulling his pants down.  His cock stood erect in front of you, practically begging you to suck him.  “Shit,” he inhaled deeply through his nose and threw his head back as you licked him and started to touch him.  You missed the sounds that he made when you touched him.  He curled his fingers into your hair as you took his head into your mouth and started to slide up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, st-stop,” he whined as he pulled away from you and out of your mouth.  “I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pulled you back up to his face and kissed you as he moved you onto the bed and underneath him.  “I want you to cum first.”

Based on his performance you thought that Bob might have been a people-pleaser.  He was true to his word and made you cum until you cried for him to stop from overstimulation.  Only then did he allow himself to cum and collapse on your breast.  You knew that Bob would go all night in the past and you knew that he must have been tired emotionally if he was already starting to fall asleep.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” You said awkwardly as Bob rolled to his side and let you leave the bed.

You threw on regular street clothes and when you found Bob asleep on his bed your heart hurt.  You crept out of the room into the dark common room of the tower.  You thanked all your luck that the rest of the team seemed to have gone to bed and crept to the stairwell instead of the elevator.  You would not take that risk.

It was a quiet walk despite the city that never sleeps.  You were alone with your thoughts as you walked to the closest pharmacy.  You had never given a thought to having children as an adult.  You remembered wanting them as a child, but fear and depression had killed those dreams when you realized the world was a dark place. 

You grabbed the box of pregnancy tests and paid for them with cash before going into the bathroom in the back of the store.  You couldn’t bring this fear back to the tower if you weren’t sure.  You opened the box and read the instructions.  Bob’s sweet smile tugged at your thoughts as you realized you were going to have to tell him if you were pregnant.  And that brought you to the edge of a whole other spiral.  You put the test on the counter and ran cold water over your face.

“There is no reason to get worked up without knowing,” You said to your reflection.  You grabbed the test and used it. 

They were the longest three minutes of your life.  Now that you had taken the test you couldn’t keep a reign on your emotions and fears.  What if you were pregnant?  What if Bob didn’t want you?  What if he didn’t want a baby?  What if your baby was affected by the super soldier serum Valentina had subjected you to?

Your timer went off, and your hands started shaking.  You steeled yourself and grabbed the test, flipping it over and seeing the results.

Positive.

[coochellati]

I think the best part about simping for Bruno is that it made me embrace the difficulties of long-term relationships. I imagine that he and his partner's relationship, while good, was very rocky in the early stages due to his communication issues. They definitely had those "You could have been killed!" arguments after a mission gone awry in its process but succeeded anyway. They've definitely had their fair share of arguments throughout the years but are still considerate of their feelings and thoughts. They definitely wouldn't stop having issues even when married with kids because marriage and parenting is hard. What matters is that they keep choosing each other no matter what hurdles come their way <3 And when they discussed marriage, they've made it a point to communicate with each other no matter how minor, silly, or stupid it would be. And once they discussed having children, they've also made it a point to be as honest and vulnerable with them as much as possible while also shielding them from the more "adult" stuff. They would also listen and understand them while still holding them accountable ofc.

🚨‼️BRUNO’S FLAWS MENTIONED‼️🚨

I apologize in advance—this is one of my favorite topics to discuss and I’m about to ramble.

You’ve read my mind—this is exactly one of the main issues that would arise from a relationship with Bruno no matter who you are. Communication just isn’t going to be his strong suit.

I believe Bruno Bucciarati would naturally take up the role of a protector toward his partner/family. It’s the role he’s played for his entire life; he’s more than familiar with sacrificing himself for the sake of others. Especially toward his father—his family. Bruno’s priority is providing/protecting his loved ones. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep those close to him safe.

I like how you say that a relationship with him could be very rocky in the early stages. I tend to idealize him a lot, and while I know he wouldn’t be perfect, I hadn’t given too much thought toward what early stage issues he and his partner would face. 

Bruno’s closest relationships (those with his mother and father,) reveal that he’s never had a “normal” relationship. His mom left him at the age of 6, and as a teenager, Bruno became a caretaker for his father—that’s something no child should have to do at such an age.

….So yeah, there’s going to be some bumps in the road.

As I’ve stated before, he would already be a difficult person to even get into a relationship with. (And I know in the past that you’ve said that you agree with this.) I attribute much of this to his protector complex—if he can get to the point where he can recognize his feelings, he’ll likely try to push his potential partner away at first, believing they’d be safer if they weren’t near him. He’d want to keep a “good person” far away from a seasoned mafioso like him. His career is dangerous. 

(Do note that entering a relationship with Bruno would be easier if his potential partner is already a member of Passione. If not—good fucking luck. It’s okay—my OC isn’t a member of Passione, and I’m still trying to figure out how they’ll get together in the end. It is a puzzle I have not yet solved.)

Also, YES YES YES!!! to your second paragraph. I don’t think it’ll be very easy for Bruno to change his omissive tendencies. I think he’ll struggle with it for quite a while onwards. (Again—lying by omission is something he’s frequently done his entire life.)

But he and his partner would work toward that together, and while Bruno won’t be perfect, he’ll become much better at communication. It takes a lot of time and practice.

“And once they discussed having children, they’ve also made it to a point to be as honest and vulnerable with them as much as possible while also shielding them from the more “adult” stuff.’ Definitely. Definitely, definitely, definitely.

Oh man—see, I told you. I’m rambling. 😭

I’m glad that simping for Bruno has left a positive impact on your life. Having an f/o can be a wonderful thing, and to be honest, it’s helped me out too. Simping for Bruno allowed me to see the flaws in a toxic relationship I was previously in and helped me escape. It’s also helped me ease my sexual anxiety, and has given my limerent side a safe outlet to run wild. (Being limerent for real people is the worst thing that can happen to your mental health.) So yeah, this has been a really great thing. (It’s also super great to have a little community where we all get to discuss our love for Bruno.)

I’m glad he’s been able to help model what some complexities of a long-term relationship could look like. That’s something you’ll be able to carry with you for the rest of your life. <3

thanks for the ask! <3 it’s very good to hear from you!! <3

[radioroxx]

*slides you $500 in monopoly money* spare deets about the isafrin kids? i love them soooooooo much and would love love love to know even more!!!

like!! how did they get wished into existence? were they just There one day as small kids, or did they come as babies? did aurore come first and then eile? and isafrin!!! they look different!!?!!?! love love love love postcanon designs and would love to hear your thoughts on them (and! their bonding earrings??)

I WROTE THIS OUT AND REALIZED HOW STUPID LONG IT IS SO. ITS GOING UNDER A CUT. WOWZERS

Ok first- WISH BABIES!!!

uh. uhm. uh

ahah. oops!!

though we did get to discussing a few options after getting this ask (more like. i. asked them. and they provided. im not the thinker in this group. hehe!)

(@chromatasia )

for context on this one- i believe a while ago we also talked about wishing involving sacrificing? the idea of givinf up a piece of yourself (sometimes physically, like hair) to help power a wish! or link yourself to it?

a second option (three whole screenshots…)

(@unregisteredskybox )

carve your own baby!! yay!

general idea for our fankids though is that yes, they were created super young. and as babies. so aurore wouldve been crafted a few years before eilé :)

so yea ur two options <3 pick i guess lol. i dont have a solid idea there.

the second half of your questions- yes!! isafrin! theyre older and different!! wahoo!

the older isafrin designs were moreso. i wanted to have a little fun and made them. lawl. but now i get an excuse to share anyway :) so here!!

numbered the details to make it a lil easier. also dont mind these r quick scribbles,,

1- general outfits and stuff. siffrins i wanted to keep mostly similar to how i usually draw them. sleeveless top, horrible and unnecessary amount of belts,, knowing that hes maybe not as eager to change as some others might be. they are comfortable in their style and thats what matters. for isabeau i wanted to keep a familiar vibe, but still change it up. i think he would still wear clothes that are flowy-er etc etc, buuut yeayeayea. not an outfits guy really so jfkf theyre pretty simple.

2- themb!! they look different! siffrins hair is longer obv obv, and no lightless dye anymore. they tie it back usually, but he still likes it long. also some facial hair. important to me. (you may also notice lack of eyepatch,, personal hc that siffrin gets more comfortable without it after making up with bonnie some more. that he maybe depending on it a lot because he thought it would make them uncomfortable, which theyyy dont have to worry about. anymore! so less eyepatch. sometimes still though). isa on the other hand looks mooostly the same! except. ofc. bigger beard. you guys should know i love my beards by now. lawl. other than that mostly the same,, physical pain in me trying to think of a different hairstyle for him… maybe in the future but for now he gets This.

3- new cloak-thing for sif! his regular cloak is probably much more well suited for the travelling lifestyle, much less the domestic stay-at-home lifestyle, soo they changed it up! (and totally not an excuse for isabeau to try out craft stitching nooo definitely not as practice for the future whaat who said that.) they will still wear the old cloak occasionally, buuut not as often as they used to.

4- finally! bonding earrings!!! yes! the designs themselves are pretty simple. squares and change symbols for the design sif made for isa, and a star with bits that go ding-ding that isa made for sif. more importantly, siffrin carved the earrings himself! it is. hard. to do that. a design that is so small. there were many failed attempts and scraped ideas but they got it done! and isa loves them very much. for isas design, the main star part is glass, and the dangling bits are carved gems (picture isabeau, panicking because this is siffrin hes making these for so it needs to be perfect. and he gets odile to help him, because despite all the teasing she is ofc very fond, and helps him out with that aspect of the design.)

ok thats all - bye bye bye

[irrevocablecondition]

would you be willing to share more about your trans experience? :)

(if not totally okay,,, it’s a personal thing that you’ve experienced and you don’t have to share)

but i was wondering some things about passing and how you knew you were trans? and not just like- more masculine presenting 😭 and as someone who doesn’t have the money or help to buy a binder or trans tape is there anything about clothing that would help me ? 😖 (as someone with like a larger chest that i hate very much)

uhm also yeah i guess im really new to figuring out my gender identity so i suppose im scared i’ll tell people im trans but then figure out later on i just don’t like feminine pronouns or could be nonbinary so ive only just started exploring !

thank you for your time x wishing for a cat to come up for a pet without you pspspspsing it :)

HIIII !!! i am waiting for a cat. love cats. pspspspsps.

and ofc! always!

okay so the short answer is trial and error. the longer answer is that,,, it took a long time. like a solid year of hyper-fem presentation because i convinced myself maybe i just wanted a "pretty enough girl", then a solid period of time where i cut my hair shorter in increments, and then a solid time where i presented more "masc" but still used she/they etc etc -> it took a veryyyy long time !

i think something that really helped for me was separating my gender identity from my gender presentation, easier said than done,, and also tricky when it goes to "passing" but for me it was very much "okay, let's ignore how i look. let's ignore my hair and my makeup and everything. how do i feel?"

but idk. i didn't feel masc enough to use he/him but she/her made me so so dysphoric that i had to separate the two to actually get to a place where i felt okay to come out. that's the most importantttt bit of advice here, it's the labels that fit You (if any), not You fitting the Labels.

but all of that aside -> passing !! before T my main focus was more masc makeup, like trying to figure out how to do that, also clothing ! often people say baggy clothes and yes, helps with dysphoria but actually?? i feel more masc and feel as though i look it when i wear slightlyyyy baggy. like jumpers that hit my hipbones instead of my thighs and shirts that aren't tight but flowing about either. LAYERS ! layers 100% help and then (potentially irrelevant) but changing my glasses shape! didn't even consider that. asides from those small changes i very much stayed the same because of that separation i made but YAH ! small changes 🙂↕️ (and ignore allll the passing advice that's like "keep your hair natural colours! don't wear bright colours! erase your entire personality!!!" 🤨☝🏻 ignore. You > passing

in terms of binders! first of all, i see giveaways around a bit so this is a good reminder for me to share those here 🙂↕️ BUT ! sports bras are suchhhh a good alternative. especially adjustable ones -> do NOTTT go too small with it or you could run into some issues, but non-padded, non-wired sports bras work wonderssss and i tended to size down by one. and then again, layered clothing helped me a lot. like a fitted shirt w/ a half zipped hoodie was a godsend. (bear in mind here that i was a DD and went to like an A on testosterone, so i may not be the best for like,,, what works for larger chests? i was very much a binder person until starting T)

uhhh if i think of anything else i'll leave it in the replies !!! but ultimately? there's no right or wrong way to pass because we don't need to fit into these boxes 🙂↕️ and then on top of that, it is 10000% okay to swap and change and trial and error this! nothing about human existence is stagnant, we're all constantlyyyy adjusting and changing and no one can fault you for taking the time to do that :))

[bbyquokka]

I'm ordering more brain juice to be sent to you ASAP!!! But thanks for answering my Sugar!Daddy Jisung thoughts🫶🏼

As for what I think? Just- Yes! Han most definitely would help you with cash purely out of kindness🥺And because he thinks doing that will fill that piece of him thats missing💔 But we all know, as you stated, Hannie's desires just can't be contained after being around you so much for so long😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

And his little one absolutely adoring you??? So freaking cute😭💘 I'm picturing:

"I love my daddy so much!" - Hannie's cute kiddie🫶🏼

"I like your daddy a lot too kid" - You😂

Maybe also:

"I want my daddy!!!" - Cute kiddie throwing a rare tantrum

"I want your daddy too but we can't always have what we want now can we?" - You trying to discipline the kid

"Who says you can't have me?" - Han who happened to be by the door when you said that

Ashdbwgaidkwbslcjsl- Okay I'm done Bai Bai🥲🫶🏼

- 🦁 PS: [ Poor kiddo is third wheeling🤣😭 ]

ajsbwjdn, yes!

SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | fem reader, sugar daddy jisung unprotected rough sex, breeding kink. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.3k ~ ( 352 )

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

jisung loves being around you so much and so does his little one. you bring (and are) a positive role model for his child. his child looks up to you, asks about you on the daily. when you're not there, his child would sulk and pout. “i want yn to live with us.”

and why shouldn't you? jisung would invite you out for dinner where he would propose that you stay at his home–permanently. shocked at first, you'd listen to his reasonings of “my child adores you.” “having you at home would be sooo much easier for us all!” he's correct, being at his house would be easier for everyone; so you accept his proposal.

he's still your sugar daddy. he still throws money at you, that will never change (unless stated.) having you in his house has made everything feel warmer, brighter. how a family home should be. he watches you look after his little one during the day but at night, he rewards you by fucking you fast, hard and raw.

one hand covering your mouth, the other bundled up in your hair. his grip is harsh and tight, pulling at the scalp. it makes your eyes burn and tear up. your moans muffled but the sound of skin slapping on skin is loud. he has you in doggy because he loves seeing his length disappear balls deep inside you. he loves feeling your warmth, loves touching and stroking places he's never explored before. he loves knowing that you can feel every vein of his fat cock.

he wouldn't mind having another child, especially with you, so he's ready and willing to risk it all (with it being a mutual thing, ofc!) he pushes you down, your arms under your legs. lower half high up. his hand on your head to keep it buried in the sheets which also helps to muffle your cries and moans. “you're going to be good for me and milk me dry, yeah?” he pile drives in you, deeper than ever before where soon after, he floods your insides with a shiver and long moan.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 (𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍) | @bintificreads ; @septicrebel ; @amyyscorner ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @lilquokka04 ; @myprwttyhan

[nepentheansea]

|DOUBTS AND BELEIFS| So, something that I have been thinking about a lot lately when it comes to shifting is the phrase "you just need to believe in yourself"

I feel like it is easier to believe that shifting is real rather than believe that you can do it. I know that I think that it is. For me, I find it so easy to tell myself that shifting is real, and then believe that, simply because of things that I have seen or heard from others, ect. I have been given a form of 'proof' have you, that helps me to believe it. NOW, with that being said, I still have times where I still question if it is real or not.

The thing is, it's okay to have such doubts. It is no different than believing in God, or l believing in anything really. Until it is right before your eyes, you will always have doubts, it's how it works, it is human nature. As humans we like proof of things and that is okay. When it comes to believing in yourself its the same thing. Its hard and honestly its extremely demotivating. I have done things in my life where I was the only one who believed it would happen for me, and ofc once I had had enough of the negativity I went out and made it happen and therefore it did. I know that I can do what I set my mind to, it is just the setting my mind part, and getting over the lazy, and negative mindset to do so.

Even with that being said, I still had doubt, I still told myself, 'its probably not going to happen' or 'its not meant for me' but I kept telling myself "well at least you'll know in the end if it isn't." and low and behold it worked for me. So let me say this: IF YOU DONT 100% BELIEVE IN SHIFTING, OR IN YOURSELF THAT IS OKAY! IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT CAPIABLE OF IT. Belief is meant to test you, but as long as you keep trying something is bound to happen.

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[mochiwrites]

Would you have any writing advice/tips for someone just starting out? I hope to one day be as skilled as you are!! <3

oh my gosh this has been sitting in my inbox for way longer than I've wanted it to T^T but yes!!! I have Many a tips (also sobs??? at you??)

write down. everything. little ideas, dialogue ideas, notes for yourself, future scenes, even if it's one sentence or two. write them. even if you think you'll remember it later

this one is kind of a give or take since I know some people are organized chaos and work better with that but -- try to keep all of your notes for stuff in one place. organization helps a Lot with writing (I say, as I have my notes for songbird spread out over four different apps)

outlines are your friend!!! I love outlines! chapter outlines, fic outlines. they're incredibly helpful in keeping yourself on track and knowing where your story is going. of course, this comes with saying: your outlines are Not set in stone. sometimes while you're writing, the story takes a different direction than you thought it would, and that's okay! sometimes plans change and the original image you had in mind doesn't fit with where the story is going. don't be afraid to plan something again with different ideas! it's all a part of the creative process

outlines also help a buuuunch with pacing of a fic.

speaking pacing, pacing is incredibly important to a story. you don't want things to feel super rushed or super slow either. granted, pacing can be tricky to figure out, but that's something that comes with lots of practice. I suggest looking at like. other fics or even tv shows (I use some animes I'm very familiar with as examples for good pacing)

research. if you're dealing with a topic or a concept that you don't know much about, do some research. I know this one sounds like a given, but I cannot tell you how many times I've read a fic that dealt with something like ptsd and. it was So abundantly clear the writer didn't do any research on it. and was writing based on very old fandom stereotypes that are Not in line with what ptsd actually is. so research is important!

if you're like me and you have trouble visualizing things, get reference images! they're super helpful. I use reference images a ton when I'm describing rooms and buildings. I can't visualize those too well in my head, so I go to google and look up the kind of building or interior I'm trying to describe. ofc, this expands to basically anything too -- clothes, items, scenery, cars

this is probably the most important piece? don't write for numbers. I know it's a lot easier said than done, because at the end of the day we're all human and we like sharing, we like talking about what we've created. and sometimes it's really easy to compare to others and get caught up in how well a fic is doing based on the kudos/comments/hits, etc (god knows I'm incredibly guilty of it jhhgfhfjg). but the really important thing is that you write for you. write because you're passionate about an idea, or you're excited to see something in your head come to life on the page. focus on your passion, your excitement, and you will find the people who share that. it'll happen naturally. write for the excitement and fun of writing <3

(I also have a whole tag now with other advice posts >/////< there's a lot of stuff in there that I hope can be helpful!!)

[earthtooz]

hello! i love your works so much everything you write is perfect! i stopped writing more than a year ago but reading your works inspired me to write again 😊 it’s crazy how we are the same age but our level of writing is completely different, yours blew my mind 🤯🤯🤯 (in a good way!!!!!) i was wondering if you could give me some tips to improve my writing as i feel like i’m lacking in many departments (if you’re comfortable in doing so, ofc!) thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

this ask was send march 5th, and i'm happy to report that four months later, for the first time in a while, i think i'm finally at a point in my writing where i'm confident giving out tips that are not generic and stock standard. i do not know if anon is going to ever see this, but i hope you do, and i hope that you're still as inspired to write as you were when you sent this :) a lot can happen in four months!!

i'm just going to get straight into it. you'll find that the further you go, the more... catered the advice might be to you (it's long, and maybe a bit rambly, but i hope it’s useful in some sort of way 🥲)

# ONE - THE MOST BASICS:

the most DEVASTATING thing you can do for your writing is not have a purpose for each scene or snippet you write. give your scenes a point, don't let them be just images that you sit on the document to take up space! are you trying to prove that character x oc's relationship is growing? are you trying to show that it's breaking apart? are you trying to set up the character as someone who's beginning to fall in love and hates it? give everything a purpose. every word must be linked to your intention.

you know what they say about chekhov's gun, if you are going to mention some little thing, give it a purpose later! you mention reader likes sweaters? let character give them a sweater! this works in many-a-ways.

this all comes down to the planning, which i would give tips on, but i'm writing this part too late. i'm also trying to keep this first part brief because this is a very long post.

for english speakers, the second most devastating thing is to not know your grammar LOL (i cannot criticise those who speak another language as their first! kudos to you, keep doing what you're doing.)

# TWO - FIND YOUR STYLE: easier said than done, but it's an essential part of any art. writing takes time, and only time will evolve your skill and therefore, your style. if you do not like what you write off the bat and believe you are 'lacking' in some departments (no such thing, there is room to improve instead of being 'incapable' of doing something), then i always turn to some of my favourite authors, whether they are published or another fanfiction writer, turn to them and study them. DO NOT PLAGIARISE, just try and emulate what you see from their works and put them into your works, with your own sense of individual style.

i have my list of esteemed tumblr writings that i look up to, as well as writers that i adore. ocean vuong will always be one of my favourite writers, i listen to him frequently when i am stumped by my own writibg. he has this sort of creative aura that drips of his own idiosyncrasy that inspires me every time i try to listen to him, him just speaking calms and invigorates me so much.

so yeah, find your writer, and learn from them :)

# THREE - THE 'DEPARTMENTS': the departments that i have included are:

characterisation

dialogue

description and artistic expression (this one is long, bear with me.)

like i said earlier, there are indeed departments are writing that we all have room to improve in. i will talk about the few that i might find specific to fanfic writing because i am nothing like an actual author :,)

characterisation: a fickle little thing T^T the worst thing ever. to characterise properly means you know the character like it's your own, but in fanfiction that's just truly not possible :,) so i can try and give you my own tips on how i deal with characterisation.

listen to the english dub (or your first language) - DON'T CRUCIFY ME. PLEASE. BUT LET ME SPEAK. for my fellow fluent english speakers, listening to a dub in a language we do not understand can only go so far in the way we understand a character. when listening to english, we hear the intricate ways of their tone and personalities work, and what kind of dialogue best flows with them (toji fushiguro is excluded from this. never listen to that man's english dub.). when i was writing for bakugou- he's not the hardest character to understand, but with the help of the english dub, the dialogue that i wrote for him flowed a lot easier than if i had just tried to internalise his jp dub. he's gruff, and rude, and cocky, and his english va captures that in quite an adorable way! ofc you can never just ignore the original, the original is there to provide you the blueprint, but sometimes a little help explaining the blueprint goes a long way !!

characterisation can also be perfected through the subtle changes in dialogue that you see. a big part of character is how they talk, and even just the subtlest of changes can go far. let me start with the example "this is a really bad idea." if i were writing itoshi rin, then i would change the sentence fit to his speech and embody how he'd actually react to a 'bad idea'. he's curt, doesn't say more than necessary, and unashamed to be cold so he'd probably just say "this is stupid." before walking away LMAOO if i were writing someone like gojo, then the sentence also changes too. he doesn't mind talking and adding more to his point, so i would write something like: "you sure? this doesn't seem like the brightest idea." and if i'm really trying to sell a romantic relationship, i'd add a 'sweetheart' there or something.

dialogue: this is a personalised experience, so as is everything in writing. i have been complimented on my flow and dialogue a lot of the time but in truth, i am merely having a conversation with myself in my head. i try to become the character i am writing about and then i just chat with myself :3 it can be that simple. dialogue does not need to be something you over-complicate, i am my own, ethical character.ai.

description and artistic expression: look, i can't say much on this one except that you're all on your own. i am still trying to perfect my own skills in this department because this is perhaps one of my most vexing parts of writing. i truly am just not... as poetic and imaginative as i want my words to be, but i am trying and i am improving.

my biggest tip regarding description and artistry is: if the reader can imagine it, you don't need to write it. you don't need to fill in the gaps with actual scenes, if your characters are walking through the park as a filler for getting from destination A to B, then that park scene does not need to be as descriptive as A or B. a mere 'you took a shortcut through the park' will suffice. or even better, just go straight from A to B.

say my 'A' scene is starting at a cafe, and my 'B' scene is going to the mall, you could just go 'calling for the waitress to get the bill, you then find yourself in the mall within 15 minutes'. spend time on the gaps that require a bridge to cross, not the gaps that you can merely step over.

these kind of things appear in your planning and admittedly, i don't even plan ROFLLL but i have primary scenes that i have sketched out which i sometimes add to. like spider webs, when going from one thread to another, sometimes the journey is not all that important if it does nothing for your plot.

again, i find inspiration in a lot of the writers i look up to. a recurring motif is something i love adding, whether that be dialogue or a recurring item that symbolises something (like the hairband in between love and lies - a nagi fic). techniques like motifs or an extended metaphor add a lot of depth in your writing that you can't find otherwise. you can also omit going too over the board with reader's emotions too, or just the character's. if it's obvious that they are angry, sad, happy, you don't need to go too far in detail about said emotions.

another so crucial thing is to take note of the things you see in real life and apply it in fiction. the most mundane of things you are doing can have beauty in words.

are you at the beach? why don't you take a look around. tell me about the people that sit on towels, minding their own business. tell me about the way the sun sits high in the sky, unforgiving and burning before going into the main plot.

are you sitting on a bench, killing time? tell me about the breeze you feel, or perhaps the heat that overwhelms you. tell me about what you hear- bikes, children laughing, whilst you're waiting for your date to show up- all of these minute things, so long as you don't go overboard, will matter a lot to the imagination of the reader!

# FOUR: TAKE CARE OF AND LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE writing will always be hard :,) not a single draft goes by where i do not find inconsistencies and flaws, but i love them all the same. i love the drafts that i read over once and posted and i also love the drafts that i poured blood, sweat, and tears into. neither of them are more special to me because they were all born from a simple idea.

to look back on what you wrote and going 'i can do this better now' is beautiful, no? i love the end product for what i learnt on the way.

i know me giving this advice is kinda hypocritical because you'll find me going 'i hate this' in the tags, and you can choose to believe me or not, but i adore all of my stories the same. some of them i just hate that i couldn't give them the attention and love that they deserved, which shows through in the end quality. not that you guys seem to care, it's all in my head sometimes lMFAO.

# FIVE - KEEP THE POV CONSISTENT: now we are getting to the tips that i've been learning myself recently. how funny is it that i learnt this whilst reading from a writer that i so admire?

whilst reading a long fic, i noticed that the flow is satisfying because there was no swap of perspectives. the character was in the focus the whole time and the reader was the reactor, the catalyst being the character's actions and internal dialogue. on the other hand, the reader's thoughts and feelings being in the spotlight can also be significant.

i had always known that keeping the pov consistent would influence your writing, but i never knew how much.

which pov you might want to choose is all intuitive. writing is intuitive- every other tip that i have revealed is all intuitive and i'll cover more of this later. more importantly right now, which perspective you want to execute is all on you, and no one else. if you know your character, your storyline, and your skills, you will simply know how the story shall go. it is just as powerful to write it from reader's pov as it is the character's because it comes from your knowledge and authority as the writer!

# SIX - LEAVE THE COMFORT ZONE: this kind of returns to tip four. sometimes the only way to evolve is to do something we are bad at and that advice applies to writing too. writing is a path set by previous writers but it is not one that we have to follow all the time, why take a shortcut when the long way is prettier, and more rewarding? your journey of improvement is dependent on what you realise and give yourself opportunities to improve in.

for example, recently i have been trying to improve the depth of my descriptions and- don't laugh, but the way i've been doing so is as followed:

i input myself into the scenario, i empathise with the characters within the scene and i describe it. maybe it's emotional and the character can't look you in the eye because they don't have the heart to, not when their chest is filled with a smoke that is so unbearable that all they can focus on is not turning to ashes. maybe it's a happy scene and all you can look at is the character. maybe it's confronting, and the only thing you can think about is defending yourself against their clenched fists that will never actually hurt you, but you know damn well can break your walls in one swing. leave the comfort zone, write new au's and new dialogue pieces, write new metaphors and similes and use rhyme, listing, repetition- just try something new every time and let it be meaningful to the story.

# SEVEN - GIVE YOURSELF TIME. like the growth of your muscles or the mobility of your limbs, or the way your hands flow along the canvas or keyboard, writing is a skill that can only be improved with time. fanfic writing is intuitive and completely reliant on your own tastes.

i can sit here, speak for ages about writing, but the only way you can learn is to do. i have people who see what i do and praise me for being one of their favourite writers, and as honoured as i am every time, i am merely born from the six years i have put into this craft, as well as the hours i put into writing and planning what they see. if you could see the behind the scenes, you would go 'what the fuck am i looking at' LMFAOO.

when i write and then i reread and i know what it is missing, but i cannot speak about this like it is easy, like i have not spent the past few years of my life consistently writing for various characters and growing along the way. to be fair, you don't need to take six years to get good at writing, it can be a very smooth process! i don't think i was the brightest cookie at 12 ngl but i took my characters and rewrote them into different scenarios and here i am today, at 18 and (marginally) better.

as long as the urge is there, worship it, take the step and write. then post, if that is a step you want to partake in. simple as that :)

that's all for now! sorry this is so long, now that you've reached the end, i just wanted to say that i have no authority over what you produce and how you do it. these are simply just things i've learned along the way and i hope they can provide you some sort of revelation.

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Please (with your finger)

Written for day 2 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 163

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: bound and begging

Warnings: smut, bondage, sub!Javier, implied trauma

Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore

Kultsi = gold (a Finnish term of endearment)

He’d been quiet all day. Aurora first noticed it when they got ready in the morning. He gave her the usual forehead kiss as he rolled out of bed, said ‘morning’ in that low voice still raspy from sleep. But there was no question about how she slept, nor any verbal answer to her question about whether or not he’d seen her purple plaid shirt. He’s not a talkative one, she knows that, but this is the most extreme it's been since Colombia.

“Javi,” she said as they got a moment to themselves while Chucho went to show the vet one of the heifers, “kultsi, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he attempted to dismiss her concerns. Even turned his back to her, as if he hasn’t learned by now that she’ll circle around him to keep him from hiding his emotions.

“Nightmares are back?” The shock on his face was brief, but it was there. She was right. Then his features smoothed over, settled into well-practiced neutrality that Aurora is just as experienced at seeing through. Javier sighed, knowing the look in her eyes that told him she wasn’t letting this go.

“I’ll deal with it,” he said, again attempting to turn away when her hand landed at his forearm.

“Let me help you,” she urged. “For once in your life.”

“How?” He set both hands on his hips. “What, are you going to hop into my dreams and save everyone dying in there?” She paid no mind to the sharp words, well aware that the upset was directed more at himself than at her.

“I could try and help you relax.” She rubbed gently at his forearm. “Put you at ease so sleep comes easier and maybe with less terrors.” His face pinched together as he studied her in the afternoon sun out on the patio.

“How?” Javier asked again. That led to a long and hushed conversation, which then led to…this. 

⁂

She goes over the restraints again. Normally, they’ve been used on her when she’s in the mood to have Javi take care of her in such a way that it overrides her anxiety. She watches him now, his brow furrowed but from confusion rather than distress she thinks.

“Javier.” He turns to her as she speaks. “We can stop whenever you want.” He shifts beneath her, the seam of his jeans rubbing against the inside of her thigh and setting off a flash of heat.

“Not used to this,” he murmurs.

“I know.” She brushes curls away from his forehead. “So you have to promise to tell me if something doesn’t feel good.” Javier peers up at her, big brown eyes studying his fiancée. He nods.

“Promise,” he says. Aurora bends down, meeting him as he raises his head from the pillow, and they meet in a kiss. Just a peck, really, then she sits back up. They’ve already done away with his shirt, making sure that it was off before restraining his arms, and now she reaches for his zipper. Pulling at the tab, she reveals his bulge where it lies beneath black boxer briefs. Half-hard just from the anticipation. She pauses to squeeze him and hears a breath catch in his throat.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Javi,” she croons. “Can’t believe you trust me enough to do this.” She catches a smile playing over his features before it disappears again.

“You trust me enough.” She does. Trusts him enough to let him tie her to the headboard and settle between her legs even though others have put cuffs on her for cruelty’s sake. Aurora passes her hands along his thighs, feels the plump meat of them. He’s gotten better at eating ever since she moved in, not because she cooks for him but because there’s a routine now. It’s no longer work and/or drink until one of the two has him passing out in his childhood bedroom. His underwear lands on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes. Aurora bends down over him, presses her lips to his heated salty skin in a trail of open mouthed kisses along his collarbones, his neck, his cheeks. He’s trembling beneath her, breaths coming quick and shallow. When she pulls away, he goes to grab her. Or rather he tries to because the restraints keep his arms solidly low and to the sides. In plain view of him, Aurora spits into her upturned palm before reaching between his legs. As soon as she makes contact, his cock twitches in her hand and Javier begins to curse in a way that’s usually reserved for when the truck breaks down. She swipes the tips of her index and middle finger across his head where a bead of precum is glistening. He gaps as though he’s been punched in the gut, his stomach muscles contracting so violently that she has to clamp her thighs on either side of him.

“There,” he pants.

“What was that, kultsi?” she asks, smugly.

“There,” he repeats in a whine, “like that. Feels so fucking good.”

“Uh-huh?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “And what do we say when we want someone to do something for us?” Javier’s lips purse together, a scathing glare sent her way, but then she passes her thumb over his weeping head again and his throat bobs.

“Please,” he says between gritted teeth. “Please, querida, do that again. With your finger on my- Fuck!” The rest of his sentence becomes a drawn out groan as she presses the pad of her thumb to his tip and rubs circles into it. His whole body tenses, hips rising from the bed and feet scrambling to find purchase in the bed linen as he tries to push himself further into her touch. She holds him there, making herself as heavy as she can on top of him as her thumb keeps at the motion until she hears the change in his breathing, his telltale sign that he’s close, and she stops as abruptly as she started.

“Aurora…” he whines while she shifts on top of him. She pauses - raised on her knees and cock in her hand - to see if he’ll say stop but when he remains silent she angles him to her opening and sinks down. Javier sobs as she takes him into herself, his arms making a jerking motion as if to try and grab her again.

“Please…” He’s sweating, the curls she previously pushed away now sticking to his forehead and his eyes as wide as saucers. Aurora begins a cantering motion, rocking back and forth with a pleasant heaviness building in the pit of her stomach. It happens quicker than she thought it would. Something within her snaps, the climax surprising her with its intensity as it courses through her, and she squeezes Javi tightly between her thighs. He gasps again, closes his eyes and bites his lip. His hips stutter into motion, getting one, two thrusts in before he cums.

[joonberriess]

so, this is what my thoughts are on working through a relationship/marriage after infidelity: it's easier said than done to get break-up/divorce. divorce, especially, is a court process. it's very vexatious and it can take months before a settlement is agreed upon. especially when there are children involved. it's sucky but aside from cheating, people tend to stay in unhappy relationships because of the children and in some countries, divorce is still not common culture and is considered taboo. as a third person, it's easy to be like leave. but there are so many circumstances. some partners can't leave because they're financially dependent on the cheating partner for some or other reason.

this touches well into the child part of the ask from before, bc it is easy to say “okay why don’t you leave?” but people sometimes fail to realize that it’s hard which is why i always kinda feel like you have to mind ur own business and not be giving strong opinions about relationships ofc im not trying to say don’t help ur friend out no by all means if ur friend seeks ur help or advice ur free to give it out etc but other than that the most you can really do is be supportive of this person bc like we both mentioned, we know nothing of what’s keeping this person there etc so it’s best not to be opinionated unlessssss told otherwise.

[joocomics]

ahh ty for responding!! ur like the sweetest ever ughh 😭😭 i actually have a blog rn called lunicho but honestly im not the most proud of the writing on there so im trying to work on my writing before starting up this blog! i'm moving my riize and boynextdoor writing to this blog and leaving the other blog for other groups that i wanna talk about! i'm kinda in a middle stage rn with my writing but i'm kinda getting it figured out!! do you have like a creative process that you go through? like do you plan your fics or anything because i want to become more efficient with my writing, i take a very long time to post and write and i feel so bad :((

giving u all of my love 🥹🥹 also we're both jooyeon girlies so i'll stop by with some pics or thoughts about him soon!!!

of course omg i would love to talk to you more so pls know you’re welcomed here anytime!! 🥹

ahh, good luck with your new blog! i’ll be looking out for your work i’m sure it’s gonna be great ~

tbh i don’t have anything specific that i stick to when it comes to writing… which when i think about it now is kinda strange bc when it comes to other things i always have to have some kind of plan/a list or anything that can guide me so i can be more efficient and productive, but when it comes to writing i just make sure to ALWAYS write down any ideas that come to mind in one document, and when i’m in the mood to write i go through them and pick whatever sparks my creativity in that moment and go from there (yall have no idea how many random conversations i have in my notes that just sit there 🫣)

i’m a mood writer 100% and that’s why i avoid sticking to plans or schedules or i will just get burnt out very quickly if i have to work on something that doesn’t excite me as much as other ideas that day, or if i don’t feel like writing at all, cause i have those days too ofc

i know it’s easier said than done, but don’t ever feel bad or guilty for taking your time with your works!! we’re here to create and have fun, so your own enjoyment and health comes first. try out different creative approaches, see how you’d feel and do what works best for you! i’ve realised that i write easier when i don’t stick to one particular thing/process, but i’m sure there are many ppl who are totally the opposite. don’t be hard on yourself okay, your readers will understand and will still enjoy what you put out <3

i’m rambling now, but i’m gonna share one more thing in case it helps someone? for me the beginning of the story is always challenging and i’ve realised that starting with a dialogue helps me get into it. most times i end up deleting it lol but just writing any kind of dialogue helps me start from somewhere, that’s something i always do if i get stuck on a specific part of the story too… music is also a must when i write! it keeps me inspired, sometimes it gives me ideas too, and i write easier and quicker when i listen to songs that have a similar vibe to what i’m working on

oh this got long sorry 🫣 but that’s all i do tbh nothing special! what about you? ~

omg a fellow jooyeon girly?? WE LOVE 🫶🏼 i rarely receive thoughts about him he deserves our love and attention!! i’m sending u lots of hugs 🥹

[tiliqi]

🌷How will they deal with saying goodbye?

👯‍♀️How often do they see the others? Their other friends, too?

🖤Free space! Ask what you like, or request a random headcanon

<- hit us with your weirdest shot?

🌷shadow and omega b oth have very complicated relationships w the concept of good bye. they don't really age or die? omega specifically has the advantage of having very limited emotion and a highly logic mind, so he would not waste energy mourning and accept when things end. Shadow is def still trying to figure it all out. as of rn in universe ofc he doesn't have to think abt it much yet, he's doing his best to prevent his friends from harm right now, and he'd rather just face the problems as they happen. especially in shth he learned that theres no use thinking about the what ifs, because there's a right now that needs to be dealt with. the more he thinks about what differenciates him from others the less he can concentrate on what matters: the things he's got in common. like the ground beneath their feet, the star they orbit around, the wind that blows in their faces... He knows about the inevitability of death enough through maria, and he will try his best to not make the same mistake twice. he's determined to move on. ofc its easier said than done, especially in the conceptual event that rouge would fall in combat or even worse.. because of a mistake that he made.. but there are so many possibilities that i could analyze we'd be here for ever.........

rouge herself i think hasdealt with loss before, and she might have had some history with people that she has cut out of her lives. it might seem cold but i think she as a person has mastered the art of severing. whether its healthy is not the question rn... she def has a very soft spot for shadow and omega, tho as stated above these two are really hard to kill so there's not much to worry about in that regard, if anything it's a worry that might not plague her right now, but eventually she's going to think about what it means to be the one that's being severed by forces beyond anyone's control

anyways i dont wanna get existential this morning so this is where i stop

👯‍♀️I headcanon rouge has some friends she regularly meets in her bar (i'll let it be open if it actually belongs to her or if she's just a regular) and she would def visit knuckles every now and then. not saying she'd like. actually talk to him tho. might just lurk in a bush and stare at the master emerald

omega is a tough one to think about tbh. i admittedly don't have too many thoughts on him outside of being part of the team... this is telling me i need to dig more into his individual character tbh. what would he do for fun? when not with the otehr two?? Maybe he actually is like a gamer playing shooters and made friends in voice chat. no one believes him when he introduced himself as killermachine, they think its just a nickname

shadow likes solitude, but i really like that one bit in the recent twitter take over where he and knuckles stood in the forest for hours watching the plants and animals and hwo the light changes throughout the day while going through the leaves etc etc... theyre both very connected to nature in their own ways and i think they could bond over that. also about how they both prefer solitude. they can be alone together! they dont need any words, they can just exist next to eachother for a few hours and feel good about it. he also most surely hangs out with sonic every now and then. hangingout being racing and having a good fight together. though im sure sonic can eventually convince him to spend proper time together. for example making a race into a trekking tour where they go random places sonic knows or doesnt know yet, and they learn about the culture and obviously the food. shadow does seem like someone who'd like to learn about the planet, and sonic's the type of guy who's super eager to have someone to show around and explore with that can keep up!

🖤oh man idk weirdness is super subjective. uh. i wrote a fanfic once about how team dark and team sonic have a bowling competition

[yourantagonist]

Would it have been easier if the change in your relationship status was due to the partner(s) being not good? Mine was easier to process after realizing that my partner always put my needs last.

..not really? i was already so desperate to keep the relationship that i was pretty firmly in denial about some of the bad in our relationship. not that it was or is bad. but there were things that i was either trying to minimize or be foolishly optimist about. things could have gotten much worse and i would have still held on and it would have still hurt. i loved him so much he could have been actually abusive and i think i would have still been there. it makes me sad. i've done this in most relationships where i've held on long after things were in the red and still wished we could have worked on it (other than with didn't like spiderverse guy, ofc who i dumped, yay!)

no, what i needed for it to hurt less was understanding. i don't remember if i've said it here, but i was close to the same conclusion, just scared out of my mind. i didn't want kids with him (which made me feel like a waste or a failure or like i just wasn't loving him hard enough or like i might permanently miss my chance at motherhood, which was something i didn't hate the idea of for the first time in my life and it was scary to lose) and i wanted my own space. what hurts is that there were a ton of chances to get to this conclusion together. we could have figured that out in therapy. we could have done more relationship check-ins. you know when you were a kid and playing on a teeter totter and the other person on the other end gets off their seat while you were the one with your feet dangling in the air so you fell to the ground with a PLONK? when you could have just evened out standing up and got off together? that's what this feels like to me. instead of reaching the same place together though, i will always be the one who was rejected and had to pick herself off the ground on her fucking own. it feels like i didn't get to make a choice. i dunno. i guess it all was a choice. i just wish we had gotten there together.

[wavypotatochips]

Heyyy

Could you do one wereas you've liked Kylain for the longest time but you knew he would think nothing more than you as a friend. Him and his girlfriend break up and she moves on quickly. So he needs to aswell and chooses you to be his fake girlfriend for the meantime. You say yes ofc and it only just makes your feelings for him grow even more. Slowing so does his. Good ending please!

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 4.9k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: So sorry for the wait! I really enjoyed writing this so I may or may not have gone a bit overboard c': teehee hopefully you don't mind the length/ Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You've known Kylian for years and you've always had a bit of a crush on him. 

There's only one issue.

He is in a relationship, and you would never want to get in the way of that. Therefore, you make every effort to keep your emotions hidden and act as though nothing is wrong. But it's not always simple. Every time you're near him, your breath quickens, your palms become sweaty, and his presence takes over your thoughts. You try to divert your attention by concentrating on other things, but it's challenging when he's constantly present. You even find yourself inventing excuses to spend more time with him, despite the fact that it is only making things worse for you. You feel guilty for having these feelings and being unable to control them. You are aware that keeping your distance and attempting to move on are the wisest course of action, but it is much easier said than done. You can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, but you know you'll never know. So, for the time being, you know it's best to continue to mask your emotions and pretend that everything is alright. You'll smile and laugh with him, while secretly wishing that he could see you in a different light. You know that this is the best course of action, despite how it saddens you.

One night, Kylian texts you to come to his house urgently, and like a minion, you drop everything that you're doing and head to his house instantly. Different scenarios cross your mind as you drive to his house, wondering what is happening as he usually never texts you in such serious ways. When you arrive, Kylian greets you at the door with a frustrated expression on his face. "Hey," he says, leading you into his living room. "Thanks for coming over."

"What's going on?" you ask, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Is everything okay?"

Kylian takes a deep breath before speaking, "It's about my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend.” You widen your eyes, wondering if you heard him correctly. Ex-girlfriend? You wait for him to continue,  "Amora and I broke up a week ago," he says, his voice filled with irritation. "She broke up with me, but didn't give me any reason why. And now, she's already posting pictures with another guy on Instagram." He pulls out his phone and shows you the photo, and your heart sinks even further. Amora is hugging a guy, and they look incredibly close. You can see the anger and frustration in Kylian's eyes, and you wish that there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"Yeah, they're definitely a bit close to being friends," you say softly. You wish that you could do more, but you know that you need to be careful. You've had feelings for him for a long time, and you don't want to do anything that could jeopardize your friendship.

"I'm sorry, Kylian," you say, your heart aching for him. "I can't imagine how frustrating that must be, especially after dating for a year."

Kylian looks up at you, and you can see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment, you forget about everything else and just want to wrap him in a hug. But you know that you can't, not when his heart is still broken and his emotions are raw.

Kylian gestures towards the couch, indicating that he wants to sit down and share more. As you both settle in, he begins to confide in you about his relationship troubles. He expresses his frustration and disappointment that despite being together for a year, she became distant after just five months and started going out more frequently. Kylian acknowledges that her celebrity status could be a contributing factor, but he can't help feeling hurt and irritated about the amount of time and money he invested in the relationship. You listen as he talks, and you do your best to be there for him by responding with your insight when you can. You know that it won't solve all of his problems, but at least for now, you can be a shoulder for him to lean on. Kylian leans back into the couch and lets out a long sigh. You can see the exhaustion in his face and the weight of his emotions. "I just don't get it, you know? One day she's all in, and the next she's out. And now, she's already moved on with someone else like I meant nothing to her," he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You reach over and place your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay to feel hurt and frustrated, Kylian. Breakups are never easy, especially when you invest so much time and energy into a relationship. But you have to remember that you're not defined by your relationship status or who you're with. You're an amazing person who deserves to be treated with respect and love," you say, trying to offer some words of comfort. Kylian looks over at you and gives you a small smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate you being here for me. You're always such a good friend," he says, his eyes reflecting gratitude. You smile back at him, but inside, you feel a pang of sadness. Moments like this, you wish you could be more than just a friend, someone who could make him happy and be there for him in a more intimate way. But for now, you'll continue to be the supportive friend that he needs.

Kylian stands up and looks down at you, "Which brings me to a plan I have in mind." You raise an eyebrow and ask, "What plan?" He nods and continues, "There's an event coming up next weekend and I was wondering if you could be my fake girlfriend for the night." You are taken aback and not sure what to say. "Fake girlfriend?" you repeat, trying to understand. Kylian nods and explains, "Amora already moved on with another guy so I  just want to make her jealous, show her that I have moved on too." He shrugs as if what he was proposing was not a big deal. You were left stunned and incredulous as you processed the words that Kylian had just spoken. He had just made an unexpected proposition - he wanted you to act as his pretend girlfriend for a single night. It was a bewildering request, and you struggled to comprehend why he would ask such a thing. However, despite the confusion and bewilderment that you felt, you couldn't deny the fluttering excitement that began to rise within you. After all, you have been crushing on Kylian for what feels like an eternity. The mere thought of being able to spend a night by his side, even if it was only pretend, was enough to make your heart race with anticipation. It was a risky move, considering that your feelings for him were real, but the opportunity to live out your wildest fantasy was a tempting prospect that you couldn't ignore. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand, to laugh at his jokes, and to feel his arm around your waist. The idea of playing the part of his girlfriend, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, sent your mind into overdrive. Was it worth the risk of potentially ruining your friendship if he found out your true feelings? Or should you play it safe and decline his offer?

"I don't know, Kylian. What if people find out it's all fake?" you say, trying to weigh the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, it's a private event, and there won't be any paparazzi around. We only need to present ourselves as a pair," he says with a smirk.

Despite the internal conflict that waged within you, the prospect of indulging in a fantasy with Kylian proved too enticing to pass up. You take a deep breath and give him a nod, agreeing to his request. It was a decision that could change everything, but for now, you couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed through your veins at the thought of what was to come.

“And when should we start pretending to date?” you ask with a hint of amusement in your tone.

He leans down to take your hand, causing your heart to race with anticipation. You try to calm your nerves and hope he can't hear your pounding heart. "Let's start now," he says as he pulls you towards him, pressing your chests together. You're taken aback by the sudden closeness, and he notices. "You're too nervous. We need to make it look natural," he says as he moves even closer, almost to the point of kissing. Your mind races as you try to control your breathing. After a few seconds, he laughs and steps back. "This is going to be great," he says, giving you a thumbs up. "If we pull it off, I'll take you anywhere you want."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved that the intense moment is over. "You better, because being your best friend is enough. Being your girlfriend is gross," you joke, trying to mask your true feelings. You're still reeling from the way he pulled you in and held you close.

He waves you off playfully. "You know you love me," he says as he heads towards the kitchen.

You follow him with a smile, feeling giddy inside. "Make me a snack, will ya?" you ask, knowing he won't say no.

"Why should I do that?" he asks playfully.

You sit on a bar stool, grinning at him. "Because you're my boyfriend, duh."

He chuckles at your response and heads to the fridge, grabbing some ingredients for your snack. He moves around the kitchen with ease while you observe him, loving the handsomeness of his features. As he prepares the snack, you can't help but steal glances at him. He looks up and catches you staring, causing you to quickly look away, feeling embarrassed.

"You okay there?" he asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just admiring the chef at work," you say with a teasing tone.

Although you find Kylian's motive for pretending to be in a relationship with you a bit unusual, as he is only doing so to evoke jealousy in someone else, you try to avoid dwelling on it too much and instead focus on the pleasure of having him as your pretend boyfriend. Besides, you've harbored feelings for him for quite some time, so being able to play the role of his girlfriend, even if it's just for show, is undoubtedly an enjoyable experience.

 Over the course of the next couple of days, you and Kylian persist in portraying yourselves as a couple, taking several opportunities to immerse yourselves in the romantic ambiance by going on a few dates together.  One day, you and Kylian went to the park for a picnic, and he brought along a basket of your favorite food. You two sat on the blanket, basking in the sun and talking about anything and everything. He even brought a futbol, and you two kicked it around until you were both out of breath. Another day, he took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. You dressed up for the occasion, and he looked dashing in a suit. You both ordered fancy dishes and talked about your dreams and aspirations. You felt like you were in a movie, and you savored every moment of it.  You're loving the fantasy relationship that's happening, as it's something you've always wished for.

Kylian seems to be enjoying it too, and the more you spend time together, the more you start to notice how comfortable he is with you. You've known each other for years, but it's as if you're getting to know him all over again. The way he smiles at you, the way he touches your hand, the way he looks into your eyes - it all feels different now.

As the weekend of the special event approaches, the excitement in the air is palpable. You and Kylian have been getting more comfortable with each other with each passing day, and the prospect of being seen as a couple in public is exhilarating. Kylian had insisted that you get ready at his house instead of meeting at the venue, just in case someone sees the two of you arrive separately and questions the authenticity of your relationship. You obliged and now you are in his guest bathroom getting ready. You hum to yourself as you place the finishing touches on your makeup. You've opted for a natural look, accentuating your best features with just a hint of shimmer. You take a deep breath and turn to your outfit, laid out neatly on the bed. It's a Whitney Sequin Maxi dress in black, with sparkles all over that catch the light and make you feel like a star. The dress drapes down the middle, allowing just a little bit of cleavage to show. It's a perfect balance of sophistication and sexiness, and you know that Kylian will love it. You slip into the dress and check yourself out in the full-length mirror. It fits like a glove and makes you feel like a million bucks.

As you slip on your black red bottom high heels, you feel a sense of confidence wash over you. You know that you look gorgeous, and you can't wait to show off your outfit to Kylian.

“Y/N The driver is here!,” Kylian's voice echoes through the hallway, you hurriedly grab your phone and earrings before heading towards the living room. The clicking sound of your heels against the marble floor is the only noise that fills the air. As you turn the corner and meet Kylian's gaze, you feel your cheeks flush at the intensity of his stare. Despite the fact that you've been spending more time together as part of your fake relationship, you can't help but feel a jolt of nervousness whenever he looks at you like this.

"Wow," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. A smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the sight of you. "You look absolutely stunning, Y/N."

Even though you know this relationship is only a facade, it's difficult to resist the way his words make you feel. You've been trying to keep your true feelings for him hidden, but the more time you spend together, the harder it becomes. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself before replying, "Thanks, Kylian."

He steps towards you and takes your hand, leading you towards the front door. "Let's take a few photos before we head out," he suggests, pulling out his phone. 

You both approach the large mirror that is located near the entrance door and start to arrange yourselves. As he wraps his arm around your waist, you lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. To add a touch of mystery to the photo, you decide to hide behind the phone so that only your body is visible in the mirror picture. As you strike a pose, Kylian's hand moves from your waist to your back, pulling you in closer. The warmth of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. But you push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that this is just for show. 

Kylian's hand lingers on your waist, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging. As he admires the photo on his phone, you nod in agreement that it looks fantastic. Watching him post the photo on his Instagram story, you realize that his arm is still wrapped around you. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. "Annnd posted," Kylian chuckles, looking down at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Ready to go, my beloved?" His endearment catches you off guard, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You smile in response and nod your head, feeling a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body. Kylian removes his arm from your waist and takes your hand, leading you outside. While walking you say, "Kylian, you don't have to hold my hand, you know. It's just the driver,"giggling softly. He simply shrugs before opening the car door for you. "I know, but I wanted to," he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smile and roll your eyes playfully as you step into the car and buckle up, still feeling the warmth of Kylian's hand in yours. As the car pulls out of the driveway, you can't help but feel a tinge of sadness knowing that this will be the last time you'll be pretending to be Kylian's girlfriend. But for the moment, you push those thoughts aside and focus on the present, enjoying the feeling of Kylian's company.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Kylian asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

You turn to face him and smile, "Of course, You know I'm never one to back down for free food and drinks."

Kylian chuckles, "So that's why you always ask to come over to my house,huh?"

You smile, "Maybe, maybe not. The world may never know."

The rest of the car ride is spent in comfortable silence, with the occasional small talk between you and Kylian.Your excitement and nervousness increase as the car approaches the event location since you can already see the glamor and beauty of the occasion. You didn't anticipate the size of the event to be that large when you anticipated attending a private one. Of course, you should have anticipated it would be a significant occasion when it comes to Kylian.

Kylian steps out of the car and offers his hand to help you out, "Shall we?"

You smile, nodding your head, “Yes we shall.”

Together, you both make your way inside the venue, with Kylian's arm around your waist once again. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you as you make your entrance, and you make sure to keep your head held up high. That's something that you did not have to fake, of course you would look prideful knowing that the man of your dreams is by your side. With Kylian's reassuring presence by your side, you feel confident and ready to face whatever the night has in store for you. With Kylian's hand still resting on your hips, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter with warmth. You smile up at him, admiring how his features soften with the small gesture. "I'm going to head over to see Hakimi for a bit, okay?" he says, pulling away from you. You nod in understanding, though you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You love spending time with Kylian, and you two  just got there, so you thought maybe you two would at least spend some time together for a bit before separating. As he turns to leave, you watch him go with a twinge of longing. You know of Hakimi, of course, but you don't know him well enough to be considered friends. You sigh, pushing the thoughts away, and turn your attention to getting a drink. Walking over to the bar, you smile at the bartender and order a strawberry margarita. While you wait, you hum a tune to yourself and glance around the room. Your eyes eventually land on Kylian, who's now deep in conversation with his friend. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment, taking in how attractive he looks tonight. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes make your heart skip a beat. You can't help but think about how lucky you are to be dating such a wonderful person. 

you mean, be friends with such a wonderful person.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled when someone clears their throat beside you. "Oh, I'm sorry," you quickly say, realizing that you might be in the way of someone else trying to order a drink. When you turn to face the person, you're surprised to see Amora standing there. You're a bit taken aback by her sudden presence, but you try not to show it.

"You're together with Kylian, right?" she asks, getting straight to the point. You nod, still feeling a bit confused as to why she's approaching you this way. Doesn't she have a new boyfriend? She simply nods her head and turns around to look at Kylian. You watch her for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but then you remind yourself that Kylian is with you, not her. 

Just then, the bartender hands you your drink, and you thank him before turning to leave. You can feel Amora's eyes on you as you walk away, but you try not to let it bother you. You make your way back to Kylian, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you see him waiting for you with a smile on his face.

"Wow, thank you for getting me a drink," Kylian says, teasing you with a playful smirk, as he takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip, leaving you pouting in mock indignation. "Heyyy, I didn't even get to taste it yet!" you complain, playfully tugging at his arm to retrieve your drink. He chuckles as he watches you take a sip, enjoying the moment with you.

Kylian chuckles lightly as he watches you drink, but then his gaze shifts, and you follow his line of sight to see what has caught his attention. You see her, the girl from his past, standing across the room. Your heart skips a beat, and a pang of jealousy flares up, but you try to brush it off.

Kylian continues to stare at her, and you can see his jaw clenched in frustration. It's clear that she's on his mind, and you feel a mix of emotions - insecurity, doubt, and a desire to comfort him.

In an impulsive move, you reach out and grab his hand, leading him towards the dance floor, hoping to distract him from his thoughts. "Come on, let's dance!" you say, quickly downing your drink and placing it on a random table before tugging him along with you.

You dance with abandon, not caring if you look silly or not, as long as it makes Kylian happy. At first, he watches you with amusement, but eventually he joins in and begins to have a good time. You smile, grateful that you could make him forget about his worries, even if it was just for a moment.

At first, Kylian watches your "horrible attempts" at dancing with an amused grin. You laugh and give him a playful nudge, urging him to join in. And gradually, you start to see his mood shift as he lets loose and starts moving to the music. As you dance together, you can feel the chemistry between you two, and it's like the rest of the world fades away. You catch glimpses of Kylian's smile, and it warms your heart to see him having a good time. It feels like he's only focusing on you, and it fills you with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The music pumps up, and you both lose yourselves in the rhythm, spinning and twirling, laughing and smiling. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you're grateful for this connection you share with Kylian.

After what feels like an eternity of dancing, the song ends, and you both catch your breath, still smiling at each other. Kylian pulls you close, his eyes locking with yours, and you can see the gratitude and affection in his gaze.

"Y/N, you truly mean a lot to me," he whispers softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You brush a stray strand of hair from his face and smile back at him. "And you mean a lot to me too," you reply, feeling a surge of love for him.

Kylian and Amora walked over to one of the tables situated around the dance floor and began to engage in a heated conversation. Kylian's eyes scanned the surroundings, not wanting to look at her directly. "Shouldn't you be with your new man right now?" he asked, his tone laced with disdain.

Amora snapped back, her voice tinged with jealously. "Shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend? Yet, you are here with me," she retorted sharply. Kylian was taken aback by her response and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm, whining, "Kyky, I'm jokinggggg," and grasping his hand. "Babe, why don't we go somewhere more private, huh?" she suggested, cupping his cheek. "I miss you."

Kylian was lost in thought, his eyes wandering around the room. He spotted you on the dance floor, dancing alone while waiting for his return. Memories of the past few weeks flooded his mind: the picnic you both shared, the way the sun had hit you, making you look even more beautiful, and the fancy dinner where he couldn't help but find you cute while shoving your face with mashed potatoes. These thoughts made him realize that his feelings for you were growing stronger, even though your relationship was supposed to be fake. He had never felt the happiness and love with Amora that he felt with you, even though you were only pretending. Suddenly, Amora's voice interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head slightly, focusing back on her. "Amora, we are done, just like you said. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my girlfriend." He quickly scanned the crowd, but this time, he couldn't find you. "But-" Amora tried to say, but Kylian didn't stick around to hear her out. He pushed his way back into the crowd, determined to find you. As he searched for you, he realized how much he truly cared for you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you and promised himself that he would tell you how he felt as soon as he found you. Finally, he spotted you in the distance, swaying to the rhythm of the music. A feeling of relief washed over him, and he made his way towards you, his heart beating with anticipation. As Kylian reaches you, he gently takes your hand and pulls you towards him. "Hey, do you mind if we go outside for some fresh air?," he says with a charming smile in an attempt to not make you feel too nervous..

Of course his smile does not help though. You nod, feeling slightly nervous about what he might say. Will he talk about Amora? Are they going to get back together?, your mind begins racing with questions. As you both walk outside, Kylian takes your hand in his and leads you to a more secluded area. He turns to face you and takes a deep breath before he starts speaking.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I've been thinking about us a lot lately. I know this started as a fake relationship, but...I've realized that my feelings for you are real," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You look at him in shock, not quite sure what to say. Did you hear that right?

"I know this might be sudden, but I just can't deny how I feel anymore. Being with you, even if it's just pretend, has made me realize what I've been missing all this time," Kylian continues, taking a step closer to you.

You feel your heart racing as he leans in, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've never felt this way with anyone else, not even Amora. You make me so happy, and I just can't imagine going back to pretending that we're not together," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a step closer to him and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his confession. "Kylian, I...I had no idea you felt this way," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

"But now that you've told me...I don't think I can go back to pretending either," you say, your voice soft and filled with emotion.

Kylian smiles at you and leans in, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly deepens as you both wrap your arms around each other. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you can feel all the tension and confusion melting away as you realize that this is where you're meant to be.

As you pull away, you look up at Kylian and see a look of pure adoration in his eyes. "Even though this started as being fake, Y/N, Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don't know…. Will you make me more sandwiches?,” you tease playfully.

He smiles,” Of course, anything for you,” he teases back,  leaning in to kiss you once more.

 You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It's not often that you get a chance at true love, but you know that with him by your side, anything is possible. Kylian wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You rest your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and you know in your heart that you want to be by his side, no matter what challenges may come your way.