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yeowangies · 1 year

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER X: If I bleed you'll be the last to know

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PAIRING: Raditz/F!Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content. WORDCOUNT: 4791

Summary:

You freeze in place. It has been a month since you had that argument with Raditz. What is he doing here? Even when weeks went by, you’re not sure you’ve cooled off enough to handle this yet. Or at all, since you were positive you would never see his face again.

Notes:

I feel like it's been a year since I've updated this, but it's only been a little over a month. I wrote this chapter like two months ago, and as I was reading this to check if everything is as I want it to be, I realized that I've written something that I wish I had in my life. I'm not gonna go too deep into this but it was weirdly comforting.

Again, I won't know when I'll post the next chapter, I'm currently busy with a lot of irl stuff, but hopefully it's gonna be in less than a month this time!

The lyrics in the title is from Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer. Enjoy!

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

A confrontation like that was not how you wanted to end things with Raditz. Because it was definitely over after that. You’re certain you won’t see him again.

You feel it in your bones, he likes staying with you and being with you. He has slept so much better the second time around, and he hasn’t been so tense. What he said hurt and you are still angry, so angry, but it was your fault he stormed out like that, you shouldn’t have said anything. You shouldn’t have talked to him as if he was going to break.

Then again, remaining silent didn’t feel right either. Even if you had agreed to only sleep together.

It was stupid to think you wouldn’t get attached. You never expected this affair to last for as long as it did, which wasn’t even that long to begin with. You even got to know him during his short stay, and even before that when he was staying at Capsule Corp; you know him too much for someone who you were just going to share a bed with every once in a while.

Lust was how all of it started, but it has transformed into something more, even if you don’t even want to acknowledge it yourself.

Would all that actually change anything?

You purposely had avoided the topic of his stay here on Earth, or about the Saiyans, before that day. But he said some things and you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Nothing feels right, and you feel like punching a wall. Which would probably hurt less than when you slapped him, it’s like his face was made of steel.

You know for sure Raditz won’t ever come back, and you get more used to the idea as days pass by. It doesn’t hurt any less, though, and your heart feels tight whenever you dwell on it.

“I’m staying at Kame House for a few days, do you wanna come along?” Bulma asks over the phone one afternoon, in a cheery tone.

You haven’t told Bulma anything about Raditz at all; keeping it a secret was for the best, or so you thought. You were regretting it a bit now, all your emotions were bottling up inside and that couldn’t be good. But you’re not ready to share everything yet.

“No, it’s okay, I… have work to do.”

“Don’t forget the Saiyans are getting here one of these days, it’d be better if you’re here when that happens.”

“I know.”

“Do you know anything about Raditz?”

You inhale sharply before clearing your throat.

“I don’t.”

“That’s so weird, he just disappeared. I would assume he left the planet, but he doesn’t have any ship, does he?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Mmh, I’m sure we’ll know what he’s been up to once his two buddies come here. I know Goku can take them.”

“Yeah… Yeah, Goku is unbeatable, right?”

“…Are you okay? You don’t sound too good…”

“I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been thinking about this too much.” At least that part isn’t a lie. “Don’t worry, okay? Call me if anything happens.”

You hang up after that.

It has been almost a year since Goku died. It doesn’t feel like so much time has passed. Since you’ve been trying to avoid the topic altogether when Raditz was around, you actually lost track of time until Bulma called to tell you about it.

You’re reconsidering actually making a bag and getting to Kame House too when a loud knock on the balcony startles you.

“Open up.” Raditz’s loud voice demands from the other side of the balcony door. “Unless you want me to blast through the wall.”

Fuck. You know he isn’t bluffing.

Breathing in deeply, you open the door ajar to look him up. He’s still as handsome as ever even when he doesn't have his usual smirk, you want to gouge out your eyes because of how furious it makes you. You lock eyes with him for a brief second before moving to the side to let him in.

Raditz stands in front of you with his eyes fixed on your face, but your gaze is elsewhere. Now that he is here, you don’t want to apologize first. You’re hurt, but you’re still very angry too. You’re a lot of emotions together at once with him.

“Are you not even going to look at me?” He asks, annoyed.

You sigh, slowly, turning your eyes towards him. You can’t decipher the expression on his face, but Raditz is staring at you with such intensity you’re worried he might be seeing right through you. You avert your gaze from him after a second, unsure if you want to slap him again or jump right into his arms.

You’re startled when Raditz abruptly takes a few steps towards you and grabs your arms, pulling you closer and leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. A surprised noise escapes you, melting a little inside when you feel him so close after all that time. It takes a second for you to remember that you’re still upset and that you don’t actually want to give in this easily.

“No…” You murmur quietly into the kiss, pushing urgently at his shoulders to get him off. “No, Raditz, I don’t wanna do this!”

“Your body is saying otherwise.” He says with a smirk, hands sliding underneath your shirt and making you shiver.

“I don’t wanna do this when I’m mad at you!” You clarify, pulling away from him the best you can in his embrace.

“Isn’t this the best way to make amends?”

That smug grin of his grows wider and your face heats up, but you still roll your eyes.

“I’m not doing this until you apologize. What you said to me hurt…”

Raditz pulls away, frowning deeply, his hands closing into fists then opening and closing again a couple of times. You realize that he probably won’t apologize first; you wonder if he actually can apologize at all, not because he’s incapable, but maybe it’s something he has never done before.

“Though I guess, I really hurt you too.” You say after seconds of silence, taking the first step. “I didn’t mean to talk to you that way… I’m sorry. What I said was true though, I do care about you…”

He nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“What am I supposed to say?” Raditz asks, with his eyes still on your face.

“I don’t know… tell me how you feel?” His frown gets deeper and you want to laugh because he looks like a petulant child who simply can’t have things his way. You offer him a small smile instead. “Do they not teach Saiyans how to apologize?”

“We do not apologize.”

You sigh, your smile turning sour because you expected that answer.

“It wasn’t my intention to upset you.” Raditz says, to your surprise, as he gets closer again with a smirk. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

You huff, smiling despite yourself, when his hands reach for you again, pulling you closer by your shirt until you’re flush against him.

“You’re only saying that cause you wanna get laid!”

“I’m saying that because I want you.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck, pressing his nose to your skin and breathing in deeply. “If you do not want this, tell me to stop.”

Goosebumps form on your skin when you feel his breath near your ear, and you jolt when his hands trail under your shirt once more.

You don’t know if that apology of his is enough, but he did say he was sorry in a way.

When Raditz realizes you won’t stop him, he removes all your clothes urgently, and you help him get rid of his as he kisses you fervently. You feel his desperation by the way his hands gripped your body, pressing you as close as possible while his lips devoured you. You had to pull away for air, but he just kept planting kisses down your jaw and neck.

You soon forget why you’ve been mad all this time, and your mind goes completely blank when he lays you on the bed and kneels down on the floor, grinning cheekily as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

“I may not be good with words, but I know I’m damn good at other things.” Raditz purrs, tracing his lips on the inside of your thighs.

You laugh breathily because he’s obviously right, and you’re too weak to argue about whatever you were talking about before.

Whatever Raditz gets out of going down on you, you don’t know, but you don’t ponder on the thought when he coaxes you into coming twice with just his mouth in what must be record time. You’re still in haze when he crawls on top of you, kissing you gently as he pushes his cock inside you.

“Fuck, I needed this…” He grunts in your ear, once he’s fully sheathed. “I need you. I want you.”

Raditz sets a steady yet hard pace, slamming his hips against yours. You whimper, your body still sensitive, and after a few rough thrusts you get closer to the edge again. You don’t even try to fight it or to make it last longer; after having come twice already, you’re too weak to do much.

Wrapping your arms around him, you hold him close as your release washes over you, shuddering and letting out a stuttered moan. Raditz groans against your skin before biting down your neck, moving into you faster until his body tenses, coming inside with a guttural growl.

He practically collapses on top of you once he’s spent but you don’t mind it; it’s nice to feel him so close after so many days when you were getting used to the idea that you wouldn’t meet him again. Running your hands up and down his back and threading your fingers through his hair, you sigh contently until he rolls over to the side.

When he pulls you closer with an arm around your shoulder and his tail on your waist, you look at him with wide eyes. He rarely initiates cuddling.

“I thought I was never going to have you again.” Raditz confesses quietly, only for you to hear.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back either…” You respond softly. “I didn’t want that to be the last time we saw each other. Everything I said… You shouldn’t take my word for it anyway.”

“Didn’t you say you meant it?”

“When I said I care about you, yeah, I did, but everything else… I mean, you know me enough. I come home to an empty apartment every day. Who am I to talk about how you live your life…”

Your eyes are looking at the window, fixed on the sky, tinted with dark orange as the sun sets, but you can feel his eyes trained on your face.

“I still have a lot to apologize for, is that what you’re saying?” Raditz asks, pressing you closer.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

He hums in response, and you shut up for once, not wanting to drag this along anymore. When he presses his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent, you close your eyes, relaxing for a minute, pleased that he has magically decided to come and stay for at least a little while.

“You didn’t ask me to clean myself this time.” Raditz casually says, and you snort. You’re aware that you didn’t, but you also didn’t catch any weird smell when he was close, so you don’t really care.

“I was just ignoring how dirty you are.”

“Is that so?” He shifts, moving even closer and pressing his lips to your neck again. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”

You’re only human, and Raditz is looking at you with eyes that make you want to sink and drown in them. He effortlessly carries you to the shower, and as water falls down both of your bodies, he kisses you heatedly when he slides inside you again, moving at a steady pace, and it doesn’t take long until you both come simultaneously.

Later that night, when he’s sleeping by your side with an arm draped over your waist, tears well up in your eyes. You don’t dare to think about it, let alone say it out loud, but you know how you feel. You know well what the word is for how you feel towards him. Anxiety about the upcoming days keeps you from reveling in your feelings because you know this won’t end well. This was supposed to be just casual but you had been naive to think it could remain that way as time went by.

Swallowing down your feelings, and telling yourself to keep quiet about them and how much it’s going to hurt once he leaves, you blink your tears away before they can spill as you press closer to Raditz, and try to sleep.

Raditz was honest when he said he thought he was never going to lay with you again. He was sure you wouldn’t want to work things out when he got to your place to talk to you, you were the one who told him to leave after all. Thankfully, he had been wrong; he figured he would have to say sorry even if he didn’t know how. But when he kissed you and your body responded to him, he knew not all was lost. He’s very aware he did the bare minimum, but apologizing is something he has never done, not like this, not when he’s actually sorry and has to show himself vulnerable to someone else. It’s comforting to know you did the same for him.

He feels you moving more than usual when the two of you go to sleep that night, as well as how tense your body is against his. He’s close to actually asking if there’s something wrong, but you end up falling asleep at some point.

After sharing a bed with you for so many nights, Raditz already knows you’re not a light sleeper, not like he is. He moves to press closer when he wakes up the next morning, and you don’t even notice, too deep in your slumber to respond to his gesture. He can’t see your face from his position; your back is against his chest, the faint sunlight filtering through the window highlights the line of your body, and he can smell your hair. Small benefits from lying down like that.

The desire to stay like this, with his nose buried in your hair and an arm wrapped around your waist while the sun rises, is unfamiliar and confusing, yet not entirely unwelcome. Since he never actually had sex and slept with someone before, especially not as many times, he’s not sure how normal it is to feel this way, but it brings him a sense of peace that he has never experienced before. The closest feeling to this one was the one he got after purging a planet, like satisfaction from having finished a job, and knowing he could relax for a bit. Yet at the same time, it’s unfair to compare the two, they were similar, but nothing alike.

Saiyans rarely mated for life, but it wasn’t completely uncommon. Raditz is well aware, his parents were one of the few mated couples on the planet. But it had been a long time ago, and the image of everyone else he may have known is fuzzy. Is this how his parents felt when they were with each other?

He knows he’s become quite fond of you; after you told him to leave last time and the prospect of never touching you again sank in, how important you are to him became much more obvious. But what's more surprising is that it doesn’t bother him at all.

Except for the fact that Vegeta and Nappa are coming to this planet God knows when. Raditz has lost track of time a long time ago, all he knows is that they are getting here someday.

He remembers well that he was looking for the Dragon Balls too. For immortality, or something. He’s been rethinking that wish for a few days now, but there isn’t any alternative that satisfies him.

His focus shifts when you stir, humming softly as you wake up. You look comically startled to see him staring at you when you turn to him with sleepy eyes.

“Hey,” You mumble, clearing your throat, “You should have woken me up if you were awake.”

“Why?” His tail that has been draped over your hip tightens, holding you closer to his body.

“I don’t know, aren’t you hungry, or bored?”

“I’m not.” Raditz chuckles; maybe he’s a little hungry, but he rather stays like this. “You snore when you sleep and that’s pretty entertaining.”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do. Pretty loudly.”

“Well, you snore too, and even louder!”

You’re looking at him with drowsy eyes, rosy cheeks, and messy hair; he can’t resist.

Laughing quietly, Raditz brings the hand on your waist up to your cheek to stroke it, pulling you closer towards him and gently pressing his lips to yours. You make a surprised soft noise and squirm in his arms, making him smile into the kiss, completely pleased with your reaction. He plants another brief kiss before pulling awake, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You ask shyly, blushing deeper. He’s not sure why you’re blushing, you had kissed each other before, plenty of times.

But he’s never kissed you just because, with no intentions of sex.

Raditz remains quiet, only staring at your face for a little while before you move to sit up.

“I should get up… I’ll make breakfast.”

Your cheeks still have a faint pink hue as he watches you walk out the room towards the bathroom.

You stare at him more often than usual during the morning, while he eats, and he usually wouldn’t mind it, but you’re not even saying anything that would explain why you keep your eyes trained on him with such intensity.

“You keep staring at me, girl, what are you thinking?”

“I didn’t realize I was… Sorry.”

Raditz grunts in response, noticing that you look embarrassed for being caught. He doesn’t get it, though.

“I don’t like it when you call me ‘girl’.”

“What? Why? You are a girl.” He frowns, confused.

“I am but I’m not a child, I’m a woman.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“How old are you, anyway? You look around Goku’s age.”

“I don’t know.” Raditz replies after some time.

“You don’t know how old you are?”

“No. I was seven when Planet Vegeta was destroyed. I stopped counting after that.”

You look sad for whatever reason; he doesn’t get that either.

“Goku was sent here as a baby…” You start after some time, thinking out loud and locking eyes with him. “Do you remember how old you were when he was born?”

“I was six.”

“So, a year later, your planet was destroyed?”

“More or less, yes.”

“Mmh… Goku was 24 when he died-”

“Can we stop talking about Kakarot?”

“-and he would have been 25 by now. And you’re 6 years older than him. So you’re 31.”

Raditz blinks, unsure of how to react.

“You’re not that much older than me then, I was a bit worried.” You smile cheerily.

“You were worried?”

“A bit, yeah. You could have been 100 years old for all I know. But I’m glad we are close in age.”

“Is age that important? How old are you?” He eyes you up and down; he doesn’t have any concept about how humans age, but you look young.

Do humans stay young for a long time, like Saiyans? Doubtful. Saiyans were built like that to fight for decades, but humans do not do that.

“I’m 28.” You smile wider, resting your arms on the table and leaning closer. “You also seem like a Scorpio.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“It’s a human thing, according to when you were born, you have certain personality traits.”

“You humans sure have a lot of free time on your hands.”

Raditz yanks your chair closer to his with his foot, making you jolt, obviously surprised, but you keep talking.

“Yeah, well, we were never involved in intergalactic wars. But I’m not sure if you’re more like a Scorpio or a Gemini…”

“I don’t know what any of that means.”

He effortlessly picks you, making you sit on his lap and holding you close as his lips find your neck, pressing kisses up your jaw.

“You can be a Scorpio because you’re a little stubborn, among other things…” You giggle when he presses his nose to the skin under your ear, taking in your scent. “Or a Gemini because you’re mischievous, and a little tense…”

Raditz isn’t really paying too much attention to what you’re saying, he’s too preoccupied with how your body feels, how soft your skin is, and how sweet your smell is to respond to your words.

“You’re not listening to me…” You say, quietly and breathily, as he sneaks a hand underneath your shirt.

“I’m busy.” He nibbles your jaw, and you shiver slightly in his embrace. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying anyway.”

Capturing your lips next, you’re finally silenced as he kisses you ardently, digging his fingers into your flesh to press you as close as possible. You hum contently, kissing him just as eagerly, and Raditz feels his chest tightening with adoration.

It’s a strange sensation, being aware of his affection for you, and the affection itself, having never experienced anything close to it. He could spend hours just sitting there, kissing you, touching you, and even more.

When he pulls away to take off your shirt, Raditz notices that the sky has turned pitch black, leaving your apartment in the dark. It’s morning, the sun was out just a minute ago. You gasp when you notice it too, and you stiffen in his arms. Looking at your face, even in the shadows, he immediately can tell that you know what’s going on.

“What is this?” He asks, staring at you.

He hears you swallow as your hold on his shoulders tightens, but you don’t answer.

Raditz stands up, helping you stay on your feet before he walks to the window to look outside. There’s nothing going on besides the sky being completely obscured. He focuses on detecting energies, but there’s no one who catches his attention.

The darkness only lasts a few minutes before the sun is out again, just in the same spot it was before. He has been on Earth enough to know that hasn’t been a common occurrence on that planet. And there isn’t any moon for it to be an eclipse.

When Raditz turns to look at you, you seem upset, with your brows furrowed and mouth slightly open.

“You know what’s going on. Tell me.” He wants to sound demanding, but he has grown too soft to even raise his voice at you.

You open and close your mouth a few times, and he waits patiently for an explanation, but before he can get one, your phone rings. He’s about to tell you to ignore it, but you quickly turn to pick it up. His eyes follow you, and he listens in to your conversation (as he usually does when you talk on the phone with someone).

“Oh, hi, Bulma… Yeah, I saw. I figured it was you. So Goku is back? Tomorrow? But that’s a month early! Yeah, I know. I’ll be there. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Raditz watches as you hang up, and slowly, very slowly, turn to him. You still look distressed as you lock eyes with him.

“The Saiyans are getting here tomorrow.”

He couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. Tomorrow? Has it been a year? No, that’s why you said ‘that’s a month early’. It hasn’t been a year, but he has lost track of time to even notice how long it’s been. He’s been too distracted.

“And… They brought Goku back to life. Now you can’t use the Dragon Balls…”

Raditz frowns. He wanted the Dragon Balls to make a wish (immortality, was it?) but he doesn’t really care about that anymore.

You’re looking at him with big eyes, and he understands why you seem so upset now.

When Raditz takes a few steps forward he isn’t really thinking, he just knows that he wants to touch you and feel you close more than ever before. You’re startled by how fast he lunges towards you, and you even gasp when he kisses you. He presses you against the telephone stand, almost tumbling it over, but he really doesn’t care, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses you as if he hasn’t been kissing you the past few days, the past few months, with intensity, tasting your lips and every corner of your mouth.

“Raditz-” You call for him against his lips, clinging to his shoulders. “Wait-”

“I don’t want to wait.” He practically growls, gripping your waist so tight he regrets it, thinking he might have hurt you, but you only hum in response. “I don’t want to talk. Just…”

At a loss of words, he trails off, but luckily you don’t try again.

You only moan his name, and the occasional curse, when Raditz presses you against the mattress moments later, moving in and out of you at a slow pace, kissing you heatedly the entire time, swallowing down all your noises and all the words that escape your lips. He groans your name against your skin every time he comes, holding you close, knowing this time that he will have to let you go once tomorrow arrives.

When he decided that this situation with you was just a distraction in what could only be considered a ‘pause’ in the usual pace of his life, he hadn’t been thinking clearly. He feels like he’s bleeding inside again, for different reasons now.

Raditz stays in bed with you for most of the day (he still knows you’re human, and you can’t possibly keep up with him if he were to actually fuck you all day long, and you both need to eat anyway). For once you don’t talk too much, and he realizes he actually likes it when you do, when you ask him questions or when you quip a witty remark at him.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do tomorrow.

“You’re not going to go there, are you?” Raditz asks you the next morning, eying you up and down as you sit on the bed, tying up your shoes.

“No, I’m going to be at Kame House.”

“That pink house where we met?”

“Yeah…”

He nods. He doesn’t know why he even asked, if something were to happen to the planet, it wouldn’t matter where you are.

“I’ll take you there.”

“Oh, I can get there myself.” You show him a small smile. “Thank you, though.”

Raditz would argue but it’s better that way. He can say goodbye to you alone here.

As soon as you stand up, he kisses you. You get surprised every time, but you return it just the same. He glides his lips over yours, slow and sweet, as he holds your face. This might be the last time he gets to kiss you, so he makes it last until he feels you’re struggling for air. He’s going to miss that hazy look in your eyes when he breaks a kiss, the look you currently have as he leans his forehead against yours.

Unsure of what to say, Raditz just keeps his eyes locked with yours for a while. You said before you want him to say goodbye whenever he leaves. He doesn’t want to say it, but he does anyway.

“Goodbye.”

His body protests when he takes a step back, his hands on your face leaving you last. You still look distressed, and he waits for a minute, in case you want to say something.

When you don’t, Raditz finally turns to the balcony, opening the door and flying away.

#dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #dbz fics #raditz x you #raditz x reader #dbz #raditz #my writing #*bs

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lunaria7 · 2 months

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Soo I was thinking about making a small tutorial for F2P players for love and deep space. It's definitely a grindy game, even more than genshin especially the version prior to the recent 2.0 update (version 1.0 and after)

Like I deleted the game before because of two reasons:

1) Not enough storage, I played it on my phone so it's very laggy too

2) It's not F2P friendly and I remember the limited banners only lasted less than a week.

3) The micro transaction was crazy as well. So like I don't have enough time to save a lot of gems for even a 15 pull. And I didn't know a lot of stuff that you can do in game 💀 (aka clueless af)

It's like you HAVE to spend money on this game if you have a FOMO 😭. So I just don't gaf anymore (low-key petty, but that's just me)

Now I downloaded it back on my tablet and I can see some improvement. Such as:

Now it's easier to grind for materials, they included a skip button which consumes 8 or 80 stamina depending on what you choose

Giving out (back to back) free 5* memories - Now is the Sylus Memory (Immobilized card) which you can obtain by completing the event that's ongoing right now and the upcoming Rafayel memory card.

More content which gives out a lot of gems

Even so, there is still one problem that I wish the devs would take into consideration and hopefully fix/improve them; The gacha system. This is also one of the main reasons a lot of people spend tons of money or have to break their F2P streak. Like bro.. it's so much worse than genshin, mostly the pity. Cause wdym more than 5 people I saw reached 90 pity but still didn't get the memory 💀 not even one 5 star. I mean yeah, there are people who are lucky but most I've seen is that they had 1K ish gems reduced to dust but didn't get the card they wanted. I'm putting this problem in the survey so I sincerely hope the developers listen pls.

I should also say the micro transaction is still very much prevalent but it's not as bad as after a few weeks it was released (My only aim is progressing the main story ngl). I'm giving them the benefit of a doubt tho, since this is clearly a new project they're venturing out to and still trying to find a way around how they're gonna work this game. So for any of those who are like me, refusing to even spend a single dollar on a game I think it's important to fill out the survey so the devs can make the game more F2P friendly. I guarantee you, it can benefit the players more by doing this, just look at HSR and wuthering waves.

I haven't played in like 6 months I think so I missed out a lot, but like I said they did improve some stuff in the game compared to when I first played it. I remember it wasn't fun for me but I stick around for a while because I like the customization and the story. And I also remember there wasn't a lot of content to grind for gems unlike now, I mean that's a given since it's new. So it's clear they do listen to players' grievances, I assume. I hope they do so as the game progresses.

I'll probably do some like, tutorial on how you can get gems and stuff if you're a busy person or whatever hehe cause rn my gems are around 7K and I downloaded LnDs just last week when sylus was first released (yes I came back because of this dude 😭). Even I'm suprised I could obtain that much when I can't even get to more than 3K gems before this lol. So yeah maybe I'll do it soon.

#love and deep space #tutorial #f2p #lads zayne #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #otome game #grind #know how

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solacefruit · 2 years

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for the fanfiction writing asks, 12, 25 and 31!

Hello! I'm almost exactly two months late answering these (oops) but hopefully better late than never.

Thank you for writing in! Sorry this answer's been so delayed.

Fanfiction Writing Asks!

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Oh yes, I absolutely outline my stories. The exact amount of detail is usually dictated by how long and/or complicated the work is, but generally even for fairly basic stuff I'll have a few guiding dot-points to keep me approximately on the path.

I intentionally leave a lot of space to stray, though, and don't mind reworking an outline as the story develops. For example, I've planned out bend the definition of faith before I started writing any of it, and my estimate was about 16 chapters -- but in the process of writing, I've realised that I'm going to want to elongate that to give some ideas and moments more breathing room and an overall better pacing. The original outline is basically the same, but some chapters have been split into multiple or shifted about a bit now because I've realised through the process of writing the story that that's going to work better than the hypothetical version I plotted out initially.

Likewise, I don't tend to detail on a micro-level for story beats. So in my outline I'll have something like: [important conversation] or [story about clan history] and more or less discover what that is going to be specifically when I get closer to that point.

25. What’s your favourite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I think some people might assume it's world-building, but actually I like the writing of a story the best. There's a level of satisfaction that comes from putting an idea on paper in a functional kind of way, that imagining how something might work doesn't quite scratch for me. The world isn't true until it's written, basically. Sort of the difference between someone going "wouldn't it be cool if there was an amazing theme park" and actually going there yourself, you know?

Also, the practice of writing is itself pleasurable and fun, even though it's often challenging and sometimes outright frustrating. If I don't write frequently enough, I get sullen and irritable.

31. Do you use a beta reader/editor?

I did when I first started writing and sharing fanfiction! It was really helpful to have a trusted friend or my partner read over a story or chapter before I shared it, mostly for the reassurance and confidence boost, which I really needed at the time. I was very anxious when I started out, and really wanted to make sure I was putting out fairly strong stories that, you know, made sense, and it made me feel better to know that these people wouldn't let me post something that didn't meet a certain standard.

I don't use a beta reader now, though. That's in part because I'm confident enough in my work for this fandom that I don't need that quality check before I post these days (I've also embraced a way more "eh good enough' feeling towards AO3 stories in general, so the perfectionism isn't nearly as bad) -- and also because the friends I would ask are also very busy people who simply don't have the time to dedicate to editing for fanfiction. I'm also in that boat, truthfully, and the beta reading / editing we do for each other these days is actually for pre-publication works.

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urbeastprime · 3 months

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Mid-June Update

Hey all, Not a lot to say. I've been glad to get to posting some stuff again, even if it's not always the most robust writing lol. Still, some folks seem to be enjoying what I've been doing as these little warm up stories, so that's nice to see!

I've been a bit busy/sick again, so haven't kept up on writing one warm up a day, unfortunately. I'll keep posting two at a time twice a week, though; I've still got enough for a another week, and in that time hopefully I'll get a few more of these worked out. I'm still working on getting back towards fuller stories, of course; I've got a few that were near completion before I had to take a hiatus from writing again, so hopefully I can get into the right headspace and either continue or restart them to get a few longer pieces written and posted.

I'd been hoping to include in this a sort of write-up review of the eight warm ups I've posted so far. This is in part because, while watching a youtube creator group I enjoy recently, one of them mentioned that a piece of advice for posting creative works online was to work and post frequently, but actively be thinking about what you like or would change about a given piece, to help develop the skills involved. I might still do this in an official capacity, or just as notes for myself, or… something.

As potentially a note that not many aside from me will care about, the tumblr account I've been using for almost a decade finally got nuked this past week. It was… disappointing, but I'm not sure I can say it was surprising. I already had a more sfw back up blog running, thankfully, so I managed to save a couple posts, but losing over 1k followers was rough.

Anyways, I think that's about it. I'm doing ok, more or less, and will hopefully get back to writing at least those warm-ups. They've been fun, so far! It's a bit like doing kinktober, lol. Have a nice few weeks, and a good Pride month! 🌈

#urbeast journal #your beast speaks

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nathank77 · 6 months

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3/23/24

5:12 a.m

Not to mention I haven't been gaming, instead I've been excessively productive and I mean excessively. From looking up ingredients in tooth paste, to getting things done on my to do list, to researching things, etc. I get tired and all that it's not mania.....

I just would rather stay productive, I hallucinate every so slightly less if I keep my brain busy with important tasks versus watching American dad per say.

Beyond that when I game is one of the tines I hallucinate the most, all the silence... it's not a loss of pleasure that's for sure. Everyday I want to game but-

most days I am very productive especially as of lately and then when I finally realize I can't do anything anymore cause I did everything I can possibly accomplish or i get tired - I go do I want to game? Yes, then I think do I have it in me to hallucinate more than I would if I watched TV? Nope i will save it for another day.

Its def not a loss of pleasure, it's a do I really want to hallucinate more just to play far cry or whatever? NOPE.

I realize in the morning, I hallucinate less, its less intrusive. Maybe it's bc I haven't been attacked long enough. Maybe it's it hasn't thoroughly exhausted me yet.

So if I game I try to do it right when I wake up which hasn't worked out recently bc of my productivity.. but it makes more sense to game when I hallucinate less... it makes it less terrible and doesn't entirely drain the fun out of it.

I'd rather melt my brain Watching American dad, family guy, bobs burgers the simpsons etc than hallucinate just to do something I enjoy more.

As I write this I've heard happy birthday prob 45 times and American dad is on in the background. I try not to write much either. It intrudes on everything.

If I just stay busy or melt into the TV and don't think, I get Left alone....

Lying about recovering makes me feel better cause at least, then I won't be dehumanized and stigmatized. I may actually get halcion at .25mg since it's equivalent. I still got to call the investigation unit and verify they can't talk to my doctor. Or any doctor that isn't on the list of providers....I'm pretty sure I'm correct. I'll see. I also have to lie to my endo and say I recovered cause they are connected... my primary knew I started Methimazole.... so just two people... I'll tell thr truth to my therapists.

What makes my gaming channel so sad is I was hallucinating 99% of the time at least since 5 almost 6 months ago and no one even watches. I don't game to make content. I game to have fun. It's not my fault I can't turn off the hallucination.... I would for gaming so I could enjoy it more.

At least Sunday I'm going to game very early in the morning when I wake up before it comes too intrusive... and hopefully I'll make quality content. I don't think anyone will watch it but that's kinda what makes it sad. I suffer more to do the thing I love and then the content I makes gets ignored anyways.

Back when I first got it I hallucinated 24/7 no matter what I did. Then the months went by and if I mindless stare at the TV, I hallucinate like 20-30% out of 100%. If I game at this point the game does matter and immersion but let's say I'm highly immersed and I'm playing the right game, I'll hallucinate like 95% out of a hundred. If it's early in the day and there is dialogue, like far cry, it's maybe 80% out of 100% that's like if I start right after my protein bar breakfast

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shadowsong26fic · 1 year

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Coming Attractions!

First Monday of the month, so here we go!

As per usual, this is also an Open Question Night--anything I've posted about here or on AO3 is fair game; my askbox is always open but tonight I'll be keeping an eye on it and responding. I do take prompts, but no guarantees on how quickly I fill them.

Not a whole lot to report this month--mostly because moving took up A Lot of time/energy/etc., so I didn't get as much writing done as I would have hoped, so just a quick blitz through:

OTP Meme fills-- I'm still super behind, haha. I caught up on June, but I need to do July, August, and September for all five ships this month, so that'll be fun.

PodTogether-- It got posted! It ended up being not quite all I'd hoped it would be (our plans were a lot more ambitious than our execution, haha), but the three bits that did get finished/posted I think turned out pretty well. I do enjoy doing this event a lot; next summer should be less busy for me, too, so hopefully it'll go a little smoother/I'll get a little closer to whatever my partner(s) and I end up planning (although I think I might take Leverage off my fandoms list next time; we'll see.)

Other SW-- No real updates here, other than we at SWBB got an ask about next year's event already (signups don't open til like December!!!), so I'm going to dig up what I started last year and hopefully actually finish it so I can participate. I've been involved with that event for so long that it felt weird to only do modding/betaing/podfic and not Write for it this time. (Precipice!verse has the same update it has for the past several months. It will not die until I leave this fandom, but it hasn't been getting much/any active focus lately.)

BSG-- Signups are still open for GBB! We could use a few more artists and betas. Story detail submissions are coming in, and I'm excited for what I'm seeing. I also want to get a little more into actively working on TOB over the next few weeks/by the end of the year. It's been floating around in the back of my head for so long and I thiiiiiink I've named all of the people and patched enough of the plotholes to get started...of course, now I need to figure out exactly when/where I need to start (especially since...you know, need to introduce a bunch of OCs plus explain why Baltar ends up in a different position...so yeah XD) I do still have various crossover snippets that might get worked on (like the one I reblogged the other day; there's also the Zeb and Helo one that I thought turned out pretty well); plus The Blood of Angry Men which I do genuinely plan to write at some point, but structuring it is a complicated question XD (Zarek character study/backstory piece; mostly focused on everything that initially sent him to prison, told through the lens of him looking back on it as he faces down his execution in S4; some stuff about charisma and followers he's lost/led to their deaths; the balance between him believing in his rhetoric and wanting power/using that rhetoric to gain it...a lot of really interesting things to think about here, lol)

Les Mis-- P&J will update soon; I'm also working on Acheron which I'm super excited for. I've written snippets of dialogue for Provenance (companion to P&J) but that won't get posted until the main fic is complete (because it's probably more fun to watch Ari solve as much of the puzzle as is possible given modern-day available records/evidence before filling in some of the gaps with a somewhat more traditional-style fic, lol)

Castlevania-- Not really much to say here other than at some point I will pick up Incinctus; also when Nocturne starts airing I will probably be Very Tempted to do a more active/actual crossover with Vampire Chronicles (bookverse) because. Like. The Theatre is right there lol (I know the vampire rules are very different in the two canons; which is part of why Marius existing in Incinctus is only a quick Easter Egg cameo; also Alucard and Armand would hate each other so much lol and I love them both so I'm not...suuuuuper interested in writing about that XD) Anyway, we'll see how much Nocturne actually draws me in, but at the moment I'm looking forward to it.

...I think that about covers it! Moving is exhausting and expensive but while unpacking/setup is still going on we are Fully Moved at this point, so...yay! Hopefully next month will pick up some.

#coming attractions #miscellania #open question night #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes bsg #shadowsong writes other fandoms

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savrenim · 2 years

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oops having way too much of an idea for an Extremely Overworked And Tired millennial-mood of an overworked treated-like-a-PTL (despite being the equivalent of tenured professor) teacher at a magic college and suddenly desperately want to write this novel(la?) instead of facing my reality of being an Extremely Overworked And Tired Millennial PTL who really should be doing prep work for my courses

#my life #my writing #I think the answer is 'I've typed out most of my ideas and let this percolate while I do my actual fucking job'#'and hopefully in a month or two I'll be less busy enough to think about writing again'#'while also not forgetting that uh. I need to finish final round of edits of trash novel to send it to betas bc I've been promising everyone #that I actually have a novel that I'm actually going to release for SO LONG'#but this one is. so good. and fun. I've written the opening scene already. also finally indulging in setting it in a dramatic fantasy empire #that's rotten enough to the core that 'overthrow the empire' is a plot arc #pure fantasy empire aesthetics GO OFF and Kaltara is weird enough that it doesn't quite fit so this is really scratching an itch wrt setting

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 3 years

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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likeastarstar · 3 years

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2:37 PM- Hoseok

(A/N: fuckboi hobiiiiiiiiiii I really like this one. Hopefully you guys do too! Feedback is appreciated)

He moved around in a way that had your eyes no matter what room you were in. Hands in his pocket, head tipped upwards like he was always the most relaxed person in the room. How did he do that, glide around with ease? It was hard not to think of him in less than decent scenarios when Hoseok was constantly walking around knowing he was hot shit.

Maybe you'd make a move if you weren't in a relationship, but for now even the thought of crossing the line felt illegal. You had been friends with Hoseok for years, flirted with him constantly, even slept with him once a couple months ago before you met your boyfriend. That was before though, now you put a respectful amount of distance between the two of you just in case your boyfriend was the jealous type.

You pushed the thought away and refocused on what you were supposed to be doing, which was setting up for your friend's surprise party with the rest of your friends. You attempted to hang up a sign before realizing it was crooked, pouting up at the large sign stubbornly. You got off the ladder you had used to put it up, trying to tell which side needed to be adjusted.

"Need help?"

You turned, eyes falling on no one other than Hoseok, sporting an amused smile on his face. You nodded silently, gesturing towards the sign, "It's not level."

He nodded and walked to one side of the banner pushing the ladder, lifting it slightly, "What about now?"

Hoseok's beauty was distracting even now, your eyes zeroing in on the way his biceps flexed and stretched trying to adjust the banner exactly. The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the muscles of his stomach flexing, smooth tanned skin glowing gold. You traced the way his fingers delicately moved around the banner, forgetting where you were for a moment.

He cocked his head towards you and said your name, snapping you out of your daydream. He had a knowing smirk on his face and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, stifling a laugh. You shook your head and stepped towards him, holding the ladder steady, "Just a little higher."

The two of you worked in silence for a moment, fixing the sign quickly. He stepped off the ladder and helped you carry the ladder back to the storage closet, following you as you led him to where it was meant to be put back, "I'm surprised you came to set up alone- don't you have a boyfriend?"

You shrugged slightly, avoiding his gaze for some reason, "He's busy."

Hoseok stared at you, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you dating him?"

You frowned, looking around awkwardly as if someone was about to jump out and tell you you were being pranked. When no one did, you looked back at him with a slightly confused look on your face, pressing your lips into a flat line. Hoseok was leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face, a taunting smile on his face.

"What kind of a question is that?" You mumbled, looking away from his face quickly when you realized your cheeks were beginning to redden. "I dunno, he's nice to me...or whatever."

Hoseok snorted, crossing his arms and leaned towards you, "I guess if that's what you really want, good for you."

"Why wouldn't I want my boyfriend to be nice to me?" You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

Hoseok didn't answer, laughing dryly and sending you a pointed look instead. You widened your eyes at whatever he was insinuating, trying to ignore the heat pooling at your center. The air around you felt electrified, charged with a palpable energy you could taste.

"You don't know what I want in a relationship," You said stubbornly.

"I've known you for years, I've stuck my dick in you, I know you well enough to tell when you're bored- which you most definitely are." He said cockily, "Besides, don't think I haven't notice the way you stare at me. It's pretty obvious you want me to fuck you."

"That was awhile ago, things are different. You can't insult your way into my pants, you do know that, right?" You snorted, leaning against the wall of the storage shed as Hoseok shoved the ladder into the nearest empty space.

"Was I wrong though?" He asked, an innocent expression on his face, "Don't you want me to fuck you?"

You froze, staring at him with wide eyes. If you said no you'd be lying, if you said yes you'd be an awful person.

Hoseok maintained the cocky expression for a second too long before relaxing, melting into an amused smile and lazily taking a step back when he realized you weren't giving in, "Sorry- I'll stop messing with you. You can't blame me, you're fun to tease."

"You're not funny," You snarked, rolling your eyes.

Hoseok laughed and pushed you out of the shed lightly, closing the door behind you, "You used to think I was funny when you were single."

"I used to think the world was going to end in 2012- don't take it personally," You joked, leading the way back to the party. The pathway outside between the shed and the house was shady, a grove of trees making a neat archway hovering above your heads.

You heard Hoseok stifle a laugh behind you and you smiled despite yourself. He was fun to bitch at- you almost forgot. You had known him for years, considered him a good friend despite the recent gap between you to that you had consciously put between you. "Let's go see if anyone else needs help," You said quietly, starting to walk back to the house.

"Just- wait," He said, stopping suddenly. He grabbed your hand with ease and pulled you back, turning your head towards him and kissing you unexpectedly. One hand cupped your face and the other was on your shoulder, holding you in place lightly. You froze for a moment but kissed back as soon as you realized what was happening, reaching out to touch his torso gently. It was messy and dirty and all too forward but in that moment you didn't have a care in the world. His tongue teased at your lips before slipping past them as you smiled and kissed him back eagerly, slow, hazy, and reckless. You moved your hands to his hair, short pink strands between your fingers. His hands squeezed your ass before wrapping around your waist and pulling away from you slightly, hips still pressed against yours. He slowed down for a moment, flicking his eyes open and over to yours.

"Just," He mumbled, in between moving his lips from your mouth to your neck, "Let me know when you're sick of that guy. I can be nice to you too, or mean- whatever you want."

You bit your lip and felt nervous instantly, realizing what he was offering. All of this felt incredibly wrong but you couldn't bring yourself to stop, your head swirling around so much it was like you were drunk. The thought of ending things with your boyfriend had never crossed your mind before but your body seemed to warm to the idea, unless that was just because Hoseok's hands were currently on it. You pulled away and looked to see if anyone had spotted you, but everyone else was inside, working away.

"This is wrong," You said feebly.

"Maybe, but don't you want to know what it would be like? Doing something bad, for once?" He mumbled, "Tell me you don't like my hands on you- tell me you don't remember how good it felt to fuck me. Don't you want to do it again?"

Hoseok smelled like something warm and spicy- cinnamon burning through your senses. You breathed his scent in deeply, wishing he wasn't right. It did feel good- wrong, but so, so good. You felt him bite down on your neck and moaned slightly, blushing furiously in embarrassment after. Hoseok laughed lightly, sinking his hands into your skin like he had just caught his prey.

"It's okay," He said quickly, moving his face off of your neck and in line with yours, eyes boring into you. "I won't tell. It doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow. Just whenever- call me."

You couldn't help but lean into Hoseok, kissing him again despite yourself, "I think we have to go back inside soon."

"Come on," He sighed, backing away from you and taking a step towards the house. Your body felt cold without his hands on it, alone once more. "Let's go eat some cake or whatever."

You watched him walk a ways down the path, tilting your head slightly. Could you really be thinking about this? Why didn't you feel more guilty? Hoseok shoved his hands in his pockets again and turned his head back to you, raising his eyebrows towards you, "Coming?"

You nodded and hurried to catch up with him, admiring the way his lips stretched into a lazy smile.

masterlist.

#bts timestamps #bts drabble #hoseok one shot #hoseok imagine #hoseok x oc #hoseok x y/n #jung hoseok fic #hoseok x you #hoseok fic #hoseok x reader #j hope fanfic #j hope x reader #hobi drabble #hoseok drabble #j hope imagine #j hope x you #bts fic

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friendshapedplant · 3 years

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Buying a Twiddle in 2022

[ID: Different colored Twiddle fidgets lined in vertical rectangular boxes. They are bunched up at the top of the box, and the rest of the box is packaging that reads “Twiddle, fidget, crunch, shape. unlimited fun, stress relief and more!” /end ID]

TL;DR: This could have gone a lot worse. If you want to buy a Twiddle, you can try and go through the official site. If you don't get a confirmation email or anything from Zorbitz, reach out to the company, they'll most likely get back to you. If you don't want to potentially deal with that, you can try going through eBay for (hopefully) less of a hassle.

To clarify: this isn't a review of the Twiddle itself, this is just going over my story of getting one. If anyone wants me to review the Twiddle, leave me a comment or somethin! Maybe I'll consider it.

Hi, I like fidgets and stim toys. One could say I collect them. I see a stim, I wanna get my grubby lil hands on it. This is what happened with Twiddle, a fidget by Zorbitz Inc.

Twiddle fidgets are like an in between for wacky tracks and snake twists; more joints than wacky tracks, less than a snake twist, got a bit of noise to them unlike a snake twist, but aren't as loud as wacky tracks, hopefully you see what I mean. I love clicky stims like wacky tracks, and I like the feel of the snake twist, so I thought this could almost be a nice in between! Thus began my journey to acquire one.

It was a bit of a rocky journey.

It's not a fidget I've seen around a whole lot; not one you can get in teacher stores or fidget resellers, from what I've seen. However, they do have a website, which you can buy them right off of! Except... not gonna lie, it's raises one tiny red flag.

Their website is twiddlenow.com, and if you look at the footer of the page, there is a part that reads, “©2014 Zorbitz, Inc.” That copyright year is supposed to be updated every year, but it's been 8 years since that happened, which left me a bit concerned.

Nontheless, I went forward with my purchase on December 29, 2021. I wanted to get a single black Twiddle. I processed the payment through PayPal, PayPal confirmed my purchase, and... there was nothing from the get go. I thought I would have gotten a confirmation email about my order, but nope. I figured, “Well, maybe they don't do that for some odd reason? We'll see if it shows up in afew weeks.”

I waited nearly a whole month, and still nothing. The business was US based, so I didn't think shipping times would be ludicrous. I decided to take it up with PayPal On January 22 to get a refund. Admittedly, right after I did that, I realized I should have tried reaching out to Zorbitz before doing so, as they have a contact page on their website. I went ahead and sent an email to both emails listen just to be safe, and this is the message I sent them:

Hello, I am emailing because on December 29, I placed an order for a twiddle through your site, twiddlenow.com. My PayPal was charged, but I never received a confirmation email from your site, and I have not received the product. I have filed a case with Paypal, and would like to either receive information about the state of my order or a refund.

Much to my pleasant surprise, I got a response:

Thank you for your patience with this. We never received this order. I just processed a full refund on Paypal. Let me know if you have any questions on this or need additional information. Thank you for your patience.

Sure enough, I got my refund! And I'm very glad I did, I thought my 22 bucks were gone for. I thus took this money and bought a purple Twiddle off of eBay, which took only afew days to arrive. I considered making a post about this back then, but I'm glad I didn't, because the story, surprisingly, doesn't end there.

Today, February 21, I got a packages from Zorbitz Inc. Inside were two black Twiddle fidgets. At first they looked exactly the same, but upon taking them out of the box...

[ID: The Twiddle fidgets formed into stars with several points on a white background. The one on the right has one part sticking out in a rectangular shape rather than a triangular point. /end ID]

They were pretty different. The one on the right's joints are very loose, and it's got a strange piece up in that part where it sticks out, and when I picked it up, it dropped into a more teardrop shape rather than holding its circular shape, like the left one does. Upon closer inspection, it turns out the weird piece that sticks out is a clasp.

[ID: Closeup photo of the clasp, which has been pulled apart. /end ID]

The one on the left is almost exactly the same as my purple Twiddle off of eBay, though I think my purple one might have more joints, for I can't get it into that perfect star shape. I get the feeling this loose one with a clasp is supposed to be a necklace.

Also, as a bit of credential, this is the packing slip, my address obviously marked out.

[ID: Packing slip for the order. In the top right is the Zorbitz logo, and to the left is their address and contact information, which is as follows:

5948 Lindenhurst Ave Los Angeles, CA 90036 US 323-571-4944 [email protected]

The ship date is 1/28/2022 and lists 2 Twiddle blacks as the items. /end ID]

They sent this out a week or so after I got my refund, so I get the feeling this was a gift to make up for what happened and so I don't talk shit about them? It was a pleasant surprise, granted, but also kind of strange.

So, now I have a purple Twiddle, a black Twiddle, and a black Twiddle (Boneless Edition). Pretty cool Zorbitz sent me those, and maybe if I want another flavor of Twiddle, I can try buying from them again, seeing as they haven’t disappeared into the void. I’m curious to see if anyone else has bought a Twiddle from them.

#original post #stims #stim toys #stim tools #stim devices #twiddle #twiddle fidget #fidget #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #atlas.txt

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youareinlovees · 3 years

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hiii i just send you the creative writing so uh only reply to this ask if you didn't get the other one by some chance and i'll send it again :D

Thank you for your service bestie 😁 I think it might be easier if I put it under a cut but omfg I'm obsessed with it and the dynamic is so spot onnn wtf

Hiiiii I bring you a gift!! I hope it's good, I don't really post my ~creative writing~ and this is my first time writing these two so hopefully, it'll suffice. Also ironically I think they may be one off the longest things I've written. Anyways ////

As he approaches the Belfast rental that served as his temporary home for the next few months, he can't help but smile. For the first time since they started filming he not coming home to a vacant house. Instead, this time, he's going to be coming home to his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.

He's been looking forward to this all day, barely able to focus on blocking and script reading with the thought of her just blocks away weighing so heavily on his mind. It certainly didn't help that he had spent so much time the night before looking through her photos at the Brits. She had looked absolutely radiant, her beautiful features perfectly accentuated by her lovely outfit.

Gosh, he's so obsessed with her. She easily occupies much of his thoughts on a near-daily basis and whenever they were together he can barely get enough of her. They've been apart a few days now and even that was slowly killing him. He needs her. Need to be near her, to touch her, embrace her, kiss her soundly. And the fact that he's about to be able to do so makes his heart swell with joy.

Opening the front door, his heart beats loudly as anticipation grows in his stomach. "Honey, I'm home." He quips.

Immediately he's greeted by a white and brown fluff ball scampering around his feet. Chuckling to himself, he bends down, scooping the excitable cat into his arms.

"Hello there Benjamin."

"Well someone missed his daddy." A warm voice floats across the room and he looks up, a grin forming at the sight of his lovely girlfriend.

Benjamin squirms in his arms and he releases the fluffy cat before striding across the room. His hands land on her arms, covered by gray fabric that's soft to his touch. "I hope he wasn't the only one."

With a cheeky grin, she presses up on her toes, lips meeting his as her arms loop around his shoulders. Her lips are warm and soft and feel like home and he revels in her touch.

"He wasn't." She breathes after pulling back slightly. Her blue eyes flutter open, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes and he's fairly certain he falls even deeper in love right then and there.

Their next kiss is far shorter, though the passion is still there. Finally, he glances around the room and then back to her, eyebrow cocked. "Bring enough boxes?"

She follows his gaze and then laughs. "It's five months, babe, I have to be prepared."

He chuckles and goes to reply when her eyes light up. "Oh! And I set up my recording gear in the guest room. How does 'Kitty Committee Studio," She cups her hands, as if miming parenthesis, "(Belfast, Ireland)' sound?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "It sounds like you've been busy."

Her shoulders bounce up as she gives a little shrug. "A bit. I'm really excited for this chapter of our lives and I don't mind having a few crazy days if it means getting to spend more time with you."

A smile breaks across his face, his heart swelling with joy. She always says the most romantic things, things he couldn't even dream of saying on his best days-- though she's quick to disagree with him, citing his stint as "William Bowery" as evidence-- the writer in her popping out in all facets of life. He loves that part of her, seeing her mind at work as she pours her heart out, representing her inner feelings with the most beautiful sounds. It means a great deal to him that she loves him enough to express it so wondrously through her music. He's not sure if he can ever repay her for those amazing sonic gifts, his platform far less diaristic than hers, but he certainly tries his best to show her just how much he appreciates and loves her each and every day.

"What's that face for?" She asks and he realizes he's been gazing lovingly at her far longer than what would ordinarily be considered comfortable.

"I love you." The words slide off his tongue easily, an outcome of saying them for the better part of almost five years now but they hold the same weight, the same truth, every time he says them.

She beams, her eyes twinkling. "I love you too."

He kisses her soundly and then squeezes her hand. "Also congrats on being a Global Icon winner, love. We should celebrate."

"Oh yes! I'll get the wine." She nods and begins to head into the kitchen when he grabs her hand. It's a gentle yet firm grip and there's an amused look on her face as he pulls her into his arms.

His voice is low, a suggestive tone to it as he raises an eyebrow. "That's not the type of celebrating I had in mind."

"It's not?" She questions, tilting her head but he can see amusement dancing in her eyes.

"You're a Global Icon now, I think I need to pay my respects." He tilts his head, moving ever closer to her until their noses bump together, lips barely touching. He can feel her breath on his skin, smell her woody perfume. She's so close yet not nearly close enough. "Can I do that?"

She nods, skin brushing against him. Desire for her courses through his veins and with that simple gesture he finally gives in to it.

Their lips crash together, caressing and pressing against each other. His hands are in her hair, long blonde strands tangling between his fingers. She sighs breathily into the kiss and then he's met with her tongue swiping against his lips, a silent question of permission which he is quick to grant.

He can feel her hands on his biceps, fingers squeezing around his muscles before loosening and running up over his shoulders and to his neck. In turn, his hands slide down her back, slipping under the loose bottom of her shirt, his fingertips gliding over her hips.

Their kisses get a little bolder, a little more desperate, and soon he's pulling away from her mouth and kissing down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there. Her soft, breathy moans serve to spur him on and he sucks roughly on her neck, causing her to groan loudly.

He spends a few more minutes kissing across her neck, down to her collarbone, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers tighten in his hair, gently pulling him away from where he was kissing dangerously close to her pulse point. "Babe... No more teasing."

He gives her a devilish grin and then his lips are back on hers, frantic passionate kisses until they're both absolutely breathless.

Taking a small step back, his eyes scan up and down her body. "Get undressed." He tries to command but she merely smirks and gives him a wink.

"Make me."

A devilish grin crosses his face seconds before he surges forward, kissing her once more as his fingers pull on the hem of her shirt. The second it's off of her, he can feel his heart rate spike at the sight of her lacy black bra. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it will always send a bolt of energy racing through his core.

"Gorgeous," He breathes, bending down to trail kisses right above the fabric.

She utters a soft "ding" which causes both of them to chuckle. Her laughter soon dissolves into a moan as he expertly unlatches her bra and pulls a nipple into his mouth, his hand going to cover the other one.

He massages her breast softly, hand moving in sync with his mouth as he sucks long and hard. Her fingers glide through his hair, nails occasionally scratching across his neck, causing a shiver to run up his spine. After a moment, he switches up his tactic, his teeth grazing against her nipple as he rolls her other one between his thumb and forefinger.

Her moans grow louder and louder and the next thing he knows, she’s pulling at his shirt, trying to take it off him. He obliges, his fingers going to hook into her waistband in turn.

She's completely naked a second later and he can feel his pants growing tighter at the sight. His hands wrap around her biceps, gently guiding her to the couch as her hands stroke across his now bare chest.

"Sit." He urges her and she obliges, sitting down with her legs pressed together and a playful smirk dancing across her lips.

Chuckling to himself, he kneels down, placing his hands on her knees and his chin on top of his hands. Gazing up at her, he takes in everything. Her blonde hair falling across her shoulders, the amused cock to her eyebrow, the freckles splashed across her skin. Everything about her fills him with an indescribable joy.

"I'm really proud of you." He says after a long quiet moment.

Her playful smirk morphs into an adorable, breathtaking smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek. He returns the look before turning his head and placing a kiss against her palm.

"I love you," Comes her quiet voice, laced with adoration.

"I love you too." He ducks his head, placing a kiss on each of her knees. "Now... let me show you just how much."

Sliding his hands down between her legs, he gently pushes them apart. He weaves his way between her thighs, one kiss at a time, drawing nearer and nearer to where he knew she wanted him most. And then he pauses, mere inches away, and begins to kiss back up her leg. She lets out an annoyed groan, cupping his face in her hands and not so gently guiding him back.

Chuckling, he slips his hands beneath her legs, hooking them up over his shoulders. He pauses again, looking up at her. Their eyes lock and he gives a little smile before leaning in and placing small kisses around her clit. There's a gasp, followed by a soft whimper and he can't help but grin, his kisses becoming deeper in turn.

His tongue flicks between his lips as he travels down between her folds, giving an experimental taste. He can feel himself grow harder as he realizes just how wet she is.

And it's all for him.

With that final thought, he focuses all his energy on making her feel good. His tongue continues to slide in and out of her, tasting her with fervor. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her whimpers turning to low moans as he moves.

And then he pulls away slightly, glancing up at her. Her chest is heaving, eyes half-lidded, and her lips hang open ever so slightly.

"You're beautiful," He finds himself breathing and she squirms a little as the air from his mouth brushes against her core.

If she's going to respond, he certainly doesn't give her a chance, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly.

Taylor shouts his name, her fingers clenching in his hair. He barely notes the pain, however, hand flattening on her stomach to hold her in place as he concentrates solely on her uninhibited cries of pleasure and the contracting muscles beneath his mouth.

A second later, he slides two fingers inside of her, moving slowly at a pace he knew would torture her. His fingers reach as far as they can-- which in his case are very far-- and he gives them an experimental few pumps. Her walls flutter around him and he smiles-- mouth still on her clit-- and begins to stroke her walls, still sucking on that little bundle of nerves.

Her ankles lock around his back, thighs squeezing his head, keeping him in place. He can tell she's getting close, her moans increasing with frequency so he doesn't let up. Rather, he doubles his efforts, sucking and stroking, harder and faster.

It's sexy, so sexy and he looks up, maintaining eye contact with her even though her eyes are barely open. He can hardly see the blue peeping from below her eyelashes. The whole image is enough to make him come undone and he groans, the sound vibrating from his chest.

Her heels dig into his back, a long moan that morphs into his name tearing from her lips as she comes undone. He doesn't stop, still moving in order to draw her orgasm out as she twitches and writhes above him. Eyes never moving from her face, the whole sight imprinted in his brain, memories forming to torture him in the dead of night or on long trips away from her. But he doesn't mind, the occasional distance only serving to make the reunion that much sweeter.

Finally, her body sags and he moves away, trailing soft kisses up and down her thighs and over her hips. Her fingers brush through his hair, pushing it away from his face and then trail down to stroke across his beard. He's sure he has her coated all around his mouth so he licks his lips, glancing up at her to see that she's smiling.

"I love you," are the first words out of her mouth, causing him to drop another kiss on her hipbone.

He rests his chin against her stomach, a small smile on his lips. "I love you too. I guess it was good then?"

She laughs and then beckons him upwards with one finger. Obeying, he pushes himself up, crawling along her body to hover over her.

Cupping his cheeks, she laughs again. "It was amazing. Thank you."

Now it's his turn to laugh, turning to nuzzle her hand. "Anything for a Global Icon."

She tilts her head, cocking an eyebrow. "So you'd do the same for Elton John or Robbie Williams?"

With a chuckle, he shakes his head, "No, I like boobs too much."

"Oh is that all?"

"Yep." He ducks his head, peppering kisses over her chest as if to prove his point.

She cups his cheeks again, guiding his face back up to hers. Her face is twisted in an exaggerated pout, pink lip jutting out and he half-heartedly resists the temptation to pull on it with his teeth.

"Really?" Her tone is innocent but he can see the cocky look on her face and he loves it.

They're silent for a long moment, each party daring the other, a silent dance of who is more stubborn. But the strain in his pants is almost too much to bear, her smug looks not doing him any favors, so he relents. "No," He places a quick kiss against her lips. "I like you far too much to consider doing anything with anyone else ever."

"Good," Her hands slide up from his cheeks to hook around his neck, "Because you're all mine."

"Indeed I am."

Their lips meet again, this kiss far more passionate than the last. Tongues dancing together as their hands glide across each other's skin, exploring and scratching.

Pretty soon he feels her hands on his waistband and then the button on his pants being popped. Pulling back slightly, he gives her room to pull down his jeans and then boxers, sighing with relief as he's finally released from their confines.

Kicking his pants from his feet, he returns to kissing her, hands sliding up and down her sides. He groans loudly into her mouth as he feels her hand wrap around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes just how he likes it. He has to stop kissing her to grit his teeth. God, if she keeps doing that he's going to cum any second now.

His hand wraps around her wrist, stilling her movements. "Couch or bed?"

"Couch," She says without hesitation. "I want you inside of me now."

She lies down longways and he climbs on top, hovering over her. Grabbing her thigh, he guides her leg to hook around his waist, her other one following in suit.

His dick slides across her clit, the action causing both of them to moan and a moment later he pushes inside of her. Her mouth forms an open "o" as he moves in slowly, eyes never leaving her face. She's wet and warm around him, a perfect fit. It's like they were made for each other.

He moves slowly at first allowing both of them to find their rhythm. It gives him time to suck on her neck or her chest, little ways that will add to her pleasure. But pretty soon she's urging him to move faster, thrust harder and he's all too happy to follow her commands.

They move together, him building up speed as her ankles lock behind him, pushing him in even closer. Their moans echo together, unintelligible aside from the occasionally uttering of each other's name. Her nails claw down his back, too short to leave a mark but the action still arouses him even more.

He's close-- so close he can barely think straight-- but he's determined to get her there first. Hand slipping between them, he begins to rub slow circles on her clit, the action causing her nails to dig in further.

As his hand speeds up in time with his thrusts, she yanks his head down to kiss him only to tear away seconds later as her body convulses and she cries out.

Her walls clamp down around him, so tight he nearly collapses in surprise. A few thrusts later and he's a goner, body twitching as he cums.

When he can finally see straight, she pulls him down next to her, snuggling into his chest as they lie on the couch, hot and sweaty from their actions.

"Welcome home, darling." He mutters into her hair, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

She hums in response, tilting her head to kiss him.

He has a great feeling that these next few months in Belfast are going to be quite fun.

#damnn anon #the talent <3 #lets talk swiftwyn #lets talk creative writing

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hanii-rose · 4 years

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•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

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Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

#garou headcanons #garou x reader #garou #garouonepunchman #opm garou #garou the hero hunter #gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #no smut #please let me know if i need to tag anything else #submission

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gencat21 · 5 years

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NCT— Him Saying Something Hurtful To You And You Get Hurt Afterwards

Requests are OPEN

NCT DREAM + Doyoung + Jaehyun + TEN (as requested)

Dreamies are on their ways, this just ended up being longer than expected haha. I'm.not. sorry.

DOYOUNG:

It was not normal for you two to be fighting. Usually, you solve things by talking things through instead of letting you feel control your words and fight and yell at each other. Do young hated that more than you, but this time it was different. You were arguing and but were yelling at each other, for the first time in two years of relationship. "Sometimes I think dating you is a mistake, " he said to you, without looking at you since all he felt at the moment was rage. He didn't even notice how your eyes were getting watery and how your mouth was partially open. You knew he was always careful with his words, at that he barely let his feeling or the moment say something he doesn't mean. He meant that, and there's nothing you can do about him feeling that way. "Okay, " was the only word you let out.

You grabbed your bag and left without saying anything else, and when you didn't hear him calling out your name your whole world collapsed. You were walking to your apartment that was actually quite far but you had red and puffy eyes and didn't feel like explaining anything to your roommate, so walking there was actually okay for you. You thought that until a couple of blocks away from Doyoung's apartment you saw a mysterious man walking in your direction. You decided it was better to cross the street to avoid him until he crossed the street as well and started following you. You only thought about going back to Doyoung's apartment. You crossed the street again and started running as fast as you could, being thankful that you were athletic and got to his apartment in a minute. You were thankful that the sidewalk of his apartment building had around 6 people around, but either way I did not look back nor thought the has not following me anymore. I typed down the code of the building and got in, closing the door just as fast, locking itself automatically. There was no way in hell you were going back out there tonight, so even though you didn't want to see his face, you only had one choice, and it was to go back to Doyoung's.

You opened the door, closing it behind you and felt how air was entering your lungs all over again.

You fell on the floor and closed your eyes to try and calm down your breathing. You felt like crying, but tears were not coming out and you couldn't care less. You didn't even notice the lights were already off until they were on again and you just saw his face staring at you. He had a frown on his face that made you look away instantly. "I'm sorry I came back but… there was a ma-m-man follow… I can barely speak." You laughed nervously, still shaking from what had happened.

He walked to your direction and stared at you in silence. His eyes looked like he was crying seconds prior, and it was something I couldn't believe. And in a matter of seconds, he fell down to his knees, and pulled you to his chest, caressing your head "I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry, please forgive what I said I was just being stupid and I didn't think about what I said until you left an—" his voice cracked, causing your tears to finally be released, he let go of the hug to grab your face and look at your puffy eyes. "and my baby almost got mugged?" He hugged you again, this time it was stronger. "how will I ever let you go now?"

You felt more relieved than ever before. One, you didn't get mugged.

Two, you didn't lose the love of your life.

It will take him a few more efforts for you to forgive him fully, but right now it was not the right time to make a scene.

TEN:

"Don't you think it's already enough? I mean, you've been dancing for 5 hours and you need to rest. This is your free day after all." You said looking at him from the door of the practice room. You knew he has been practicing when he was supposed to be at home and you worried a lot about his health. I knew he wanted to do perfect in everything, but there was a limit. He turned around while swiping his sweat off with a hand towel. His eyes fell on you and he nodded. "In a minute, just one last time."

"You said that twenty minutes ago,"

"I know,"

"So let's go." You insisted.

"I said in a minute," but the truth was that you were getting on his nerves, telling him over and over the same thing, and he did the same. "You need to—”

" If you want to leave just do, you don't have to be clinging on me. Don't you have a life? " He said and caught you off guard. And for reason, his words hurt. He didn't yell at you, he said it in the most calm way possible as he turned around to look at himself in the big mirror that covered the wall.

You just cared about his health, and he implied that you didn't have a life aside from him and that you were too clingy. Were you really. You thought you gave him enough space, and him being an idol then that meant you couldn't see each other a lot due to his busy schedule. And yet you were asphyxiating him? There were no words that could leave your lips. So you nodded even, not knowing if he was looking at you or not. To be honest, you were not thinking about that type of stuff. You just silently left. You have had postponed all the work you could to another day to spend it that day with him for nothing. So as soon as you left the SM building, you picked up your phone and started to call your boss to tell her that you were going to be able to finish your work today (Perks of being good friends with your boss), but you got distracted with the call that you didn't noticed going full speed in the street, hopefully some guy pulled you by the arm so you wouldn't be crushed and dead. Either way, you fell to the ground and a lady that backed up as well to save herself fell on your leg. On your bad leg. On the leg, you had a cast just a week ago. You whined but didn't want to say anything to the lady because, in the end, it wasn't her fault. So you stood and picked up your phone that was on the floor. "Uhm, are you there? I will be a little late." You laughed nervously and limped until you found a cab.

Your luck was not with you at all.

After that day you had to put on a cast all over again and worked normally since most of your work was sitting. You ignored Ten's calls for 3 days straight since you didn't feel like talking about anything with him. You just kept remember him saying those words to you, and that was enough for you to feel upset again and ignore his call. I tried to understand why he felt like that towards me and I couldn't understand. "Aren't you answering that?" Your co-worker asked about your phone lighting up and you just shook your head no. "Then what are you going to do about that?" She asked and she pointed at Ten walking to your direction through the glass door, you peeked and then couldn't help but to look again at your work. You had missed him but at the same time you thought about something for those three days, and you were clear of your decision.

Your coworker left as soon as she saw Ten standing in front of your desk. "Can we talk?" He seemed nervous. "I'm working."

"I'll wait," and he sat on the waiting room a few feet away, and waited an hour until your shift was done, just sitting there tapping his right foot over and over. You stood up how you could and grabbed your crutches after putting your purse on your shoulder. And his heart broke, he didn't know you had that again, after having that for a month. He felt awful after realizing he called you clingy when you were nothing near. "Baby, I—"

"Don't bother, sweetie,” you told him as calm as possible, but still feeling that pressure in your heart. He smiled as soon as you called him sweetie. " Let's break up,” you said and walked past him, leaving behind, and his smile fell.

"What? No, bab—"

"I thought if I'm clingy as you said, we could just break up. Because personally, I don't think I'm clingy. But if you do, there's the problem between us." You said, and he stood in front of you.

"I said something I didn't mean. I was feeling stressed over messing up a lot of moves during a show and I obsessed over that."

"I spent two weeks without seeing you. And when I do, that happens. Either way, we will struggle in this relationship. And the truth is that you're not ready for one, you can't barely see me due to work and I understand that, but I can't do this for longer. I love you, but I just can't stand being away from you when you're mine."

His eyes were looking at your face completely as if it were going to disappear and he wanted to study it to depth. "I'm here," he begged with his tone. "C'mon, I will cook for you and treat you good tonight. Yes? We can do this, we've been through a lot, we can work this out." If it wasn't for your hands-on then crutches, they would have been covered by his. You remained silent while he searched for your eyes, that were somewhere else on the verge of crying. "Please,"

JAEHYUN:

You walked to the living room of the dorm where you and Jaehyun we alone since the rest of the boys went outside, a piece of paper on your right hand, feeling extremely happy about the work that you had just done. "I finally finished this song and I'm very excited that you read it." You were a songwriter, that's how you met Jaehyun and fell in love. There were a couple of songs you helped write for NCT and a few more idols, and there was a song stuck in your head that you needed to type down the lyrics fast. You have been working on that song for three weeks straight and now that it was done, you just wanted to show it to him.

He grabbed it and started reading while you were seating beside him on the couch waiting for him to finish. And when he gave you back the piece of paper, you waited for him to tell you how good it was or something like that, but it was not like that. "Is this really done? No offense baby, but it's bad."

"Bad?" You asked, your eyes glued to the paper, rereading the song over and overlooking where it says that it is bad. "Is not bad."

"How are you a songwriter, again?" He said, in a playful tone but it hurt your feelings either way. You laughed slightly in the most sarcastic way possible and then stood up not wishing to see his face at all at the moment. "It's getting late, I'm leaving." You said, grabbing your bag that was on a chair beside the couch you were on. You fixed your eyes to the door and walked to it as fast as you could.

"C'mon, you're pissed about that Y/N? And baby, you were supposed to sleep tonight with me " He stood up to follow you but you closed the door on his face, letting him know that it was a no. He knew it was bad to follow you since you could easily punch him somewhere. He always waits until you calm down and then try to apologize for whatever he does. Either way, he opened the door and saw your figure standing in front of the elevator waiting. "Call me when you get home? Or text me?" You knew he was not going to follow you since you knew he knows you need space right now. And left his sorry eyes staring at you without giving him a response.

You left the dorm and got into a cab that took you to your apartment. But the weird thing was that when you got to your door it was partially open. You don't remember leaving it like that. Did someone break-in? Is that person still inside? You peeked through the crook of the door and saw nothing, no movement, lights off. You saw that the floor was covered in a piece of glass and you cursed right away. You entered the apartment and turned the lights on, and then it was obvious someone broke in and broke stuff and stole stuff. There was nothing important or expensive there so, poor bastard that expected to find something of value. You called the police to report it when you saw the man running in your direction, he pushed you and ran away. You fell on the floor where the glass was and got glass all over your hand since you try to use it as support. "FUCKING ASSHOLE, " you couldn't help but scream when you felt the pain. Immediately you stood up, looked for a towel to cover your hand so the blood wouldn't drip on the floor and went to the hospital right away, only taking your wallet and keys with you. Two hours later, you went back to your apartment to find him sitting in your couch, with his head on his hands. Once he heard your voice of surprise he stood up and wanted to hug you but didn't know if you were going to push him away, but you knew he wanted to run to you. "You didn't call me so I came and saw blood and you left your phone and I couldn't call you and I was worried and—" you shut him up by placing your left and good hand against his mouth. "You're rambling, ”

" I'm sorry for what I said. I misused my words and tried to joke but it wasn't funny to you."

"It's fine, I'm not supposed to write good songs all the time,” you said, watching how he grabbed carefully you by your right wrist and started watching how your hand was wrapped in bandages. And looked at your face like he was about to cry, but tears were not going to come out. "Hug me, "

And so he did, placed his chin on top of your head and pulled to his chest. You explained what had happened while hugging him, he cleaned the mess the stupid man did and spent the whole night with you fixing the half bad/good song. When he explained to you it was true, you could have done way better.

(Credit to the owners of the gifs)

#nct angst #nct imagines #nct wayv #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #nct mark #nct dream #doyoung #requests #na jaemin #haechan #renjun #jeno #chenle

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restlesstheoryqfab · 4 years

Conversation

text | LivQuinn

Liv: I was just looking back in my camera roll and found a picture of us in the dungeon :sweat smile emoji: :sweat smile emoji:

Quinn: oh God

Liv: We looked so rough LOL

Quinn: I'm sure we did

Liv: How are you?

Liv: Did I see somewhere your tour ended?

Liv: You going back to California?

Quinn: m'fine

Quinn: That it did.

Quinn: Nah. Headed back to Boston.

Liv: Oh! So I’ll get to see you then??

Liv: When will you be around?

Liv: It’s been ages

Quinn: Yup

Quinn: Got plans Monday, presumably I'll be required to make an appearance at Fran's on Tuesday, but I could probably do sometime on Tuesday?

Quinn: That it has.

Liv: That’s so far

Quinn: It's Tuesday or you wait even more.

Liv: Ugh the worst

Liv: why can’t you be around nowwwwwww

Quinn: Because I'm not

Liv: I’ll wait

Liv: Since I have to

Quinn: believe me, I'd prefer to be around

Liv: Are you close enough for me to drive to you?

Liv: The pictures were so hot!

Quinn: I'm busy.

Liv: Oh, okay. No worries

Quinn: Post tour shit is a bitch

Liv: I mean, I imagine so. So much physical and emotional work. When I was on tour it felt like we never went to bed.

Quinn: I love being on tour. I hate coming off it.

Liv: Sounds like you ate too many edibles

Quinn: I wish.

Liv: Do you want some?

Quinn: God no. Fran would kill me.

Liv: So? Edibles are basically good for you

Liv: Plus they just help you sleep

Quinn: You convince miss high and mighty of that.

Liv: Maybe she just cares about you?

Liv: Well, if you decide you want some lemme know.

Quinn: She does, but she's also anti-everything fun

Liv: Fun is relative. Different for everyone.

Liv: sounds like you need fun, grumpy

Quinn: But weed is nearly always fun, and Frannie turns up her nose at it.

Quinn: I need a fucking break is what I need.

Liv: plus how do you know Frannie hasn’t made edibles before? She definitely has.

Liv: You’re literally on break

Quinn: Is my withdrawal brain reading shit wrong or did you just say that Frannie, Francine Grace Fabray MADE edibles?!

Liv: She did! On Sunday.

Quinn: The fuck?

Liv: It’s why I have them

Quinn: You made edibles with my sister?

Quinn: god this feels like a hallucination

Liv: I did!

Liv: They’re so yummy too

Quinn: What fucking world did I faze into that my sister is making edibles?

Liv: Why does it matter?

Liv: It just means she doesn’t care if you let me bring you some

Quinn: She'll still fuckin kill me

Liv: I just wanna chill with you Fabray

Quinn: I'm probably the last fucker in Boston you really wanna hang out with.

Liv: Hey now, don’t put words in my mouth :frowning emoji:

Quinn: I'm not good company right now.

Liv: That’s okay. I can just drop cookies off?

Quinn: No. It'd be a bad idea. I don't know what adding that onto everything else would do. Would like to at least give Fran the chance to kill me.

Liv: Okay. I’ll bring some Tuesday then. How’s that?

Quinn: Sounds great. And tell whichever of the women in that house you're talking to that I know what I'm doing.

Liv: You sure about that?

Quinn: Yeah, this isn't my first rodeo.

Liv: Well they love you

Quinn: Doesn't always feel like like it. Fucking snitch.

Liv: Rather be a snitch then lose you

Quinn: I was talking about Bea. Though you're not much better.

Liv: What did she do?

Quinn: Tattled to Frannie

Liv: she is the baby

Quinn: And I told her I was fine.

Liv: Yeah, I mean drugs usually don’t equate to fine. But it’s fine.

Liv: What do you have going on Monday?

Quinn: I'm detoxing. It's fine.

Quinn: high school reunion of the horny variety, apparently

Liv: But why stop if you wanna do them so bad?

Liv: Ooooooh

Liv: Gross

Quinn: Frannie. And I only trust one guy to supply me, though after this my trust is wavering.

Quinn: Pretty little brat that I'm inclined to believe is as good with her mouth as she says.

Liv: So you stopped enough to trick her?

Liv: Hopefully she’s not lying

Quinn: If she thought I wasn't using she didn't worry.

Quinn: Pretty little song bird who also doesn't know how to shut up. So if that woman doesn't know how to put that mouth of hers to good use, well, she knows what I'll do to her.

Liv: Looks like you’re spots been blown up unfortunately

Liv: What now?

Liv: Hopefully she shuts up enough to use her mouth

Quinn: Fuck if I know.

Quinn: She likes being put in her place, I'm sure I can that mouth to do what I want it to.

Liv: Cool

Liv: sounds funnnn

Quinn: I should ask if she's gotten rid of her reindeer sweater...

Liv: LOL u joking?

Quinn: This girl wore short fucking skirts, knee high socks, and sweaters so fucking often. And no matter how much teasing and bullying occurred she wouldn't change. Even her so-called friends tried to get her to toss the fucking reindeer sweater and she just wouldn't.

Liv: Well, stubborn can be fun. I think.

Liv: My brother always wears funny bow ties. People don’t appreciate them but he does it anyways.

Quinn: Bowties I can appreciate. Unflattering sweaters with reindeer I cannot

Liv: They were unflattering even with the knee socks?

Quinn: From ankle to waist she was perfect. Great legs, an amazing ass. And then BOOM reindeer

Liv: LOL you’ll have to let me know what she wears cause I’m big curious

Quinn: Hopefully not much. But yeah, I'll let you know

Liv: She shows up naked. Could you imagine :laughing cat emoji:

Quinn: If she wasn't meeting in public first I am not entirely sure I'd complain.

Liv: Why public if you know each other?

Quinn: Because it's been 11 years since high school and I'm not stupid enough to give someone I barely know my address?

Liv: Did she know your address back then? :winking emoji:

Quinn: No. My father would have had a conniption if I even entertained the idea of being acquainted with her.

Liv: Ohhhhhh

Liv: Romeo and Juliet vibes :laughing cat emoji: :laughing cat emoji: laughing cat emoji:

Quinn: I wanted nothing to do with her back then. Except when I could get her angry enough to storm off so I could watch her go.

Liv: So you kinda wanted something to do with her

Quinn: I wanted less to do with her than she wanted to do with me.

Liv: Omg was she in love with you

Quinn: She wanted me to fuck her in the locker room. Apparently on multiple occasions.

Liv: Jesus

Liv: that’s hot

Quinn: Spanking included

Liv: Well then

Quinn: Mmhmm

Liv: Well hopefully she’s just horny for you and not obsessed with you

Quinn: I've had worse people obsessed with me

Liv: Fair enough.

Liv: So what are you going to make her do?

Quinn: Haven't decided yet.

Liv: No fair

Quinn: I mean, she's given me so many ideas. Definitely like the idea of spanking her, getting her on her knees, not letting her up until I'm satisfied."

Liv: you could kill her between your legs and she probably wouldn’t care

Quinn: Probably

Liv: That’s a sacrifice I’d probably take too

Quinn: Is that so?

Liv: For sure

Quinn: Interesting.

Quinn: So, you and Frannie?

Liv: We’re friends because of Arin! Love that woman

Quinn: Okay, but like how are you two JUST NOW connecting? I mean, you and the queen of darkness have known each other for a while, right?

Liv: It just sort of happened, idk

Liv: the same way you spent your summers with my Blaine

Quinn: Excuse me what?

Liv: Blaine Anderson | Liv Anderson

Quinn: Bruh.

Liv: Tell me about it. I could have gotten into so many pants way sooner.

Quinn: So like, why weren't you?

Liv: You know, dads suck!

Quinn: Mood

Liv: I punched him in the face and he shipped me off to boarding school :sunglasses emoji:

Quinn: Damn, I wish

Quinn: I just write songs about mine

Liv: Mine doesn’t exist to me anymore so no songs need to be written

Liv: At least they are good!!!

Quinn: I'm sure I don't exist to him but that doesn't make the trauma and shit nonexistent

Liv: Neither does the drugs

Quinn: The drugs have very little to do with THAT bastard

Liv: Okay. My apologies.

Liv: They still don’t help trauma

Quinn: They stop the memories way more than you'd think

Liv: Doesn’t make it the way

Quinn: Yeah, well they work.

Liv: I know

Quinn: and that's the part that matters.

Quinn: so like how did you get her to make edibles?

Liv: I asked her

Quinn: What the ever loving fuck have I missed the last 9 months?

Liv: I don’t know LOL

Quinn: Neither do I.

Liv: The world just got smaller mostly.

Liv: and everyone is horny and kinky

Liv: Or both

Quinn: Both, definitely both.

Liv: Specially them Fabray girls

Quinn: Not all of us.

Liv: All of you dude

Quinn: Last a checked my not-so-closeted older sister is still in fact a sex free bitch. And as much as even I know kink isn't always sexual, Frannie might have an interested, but that definitely doesn't result in actually being willing.

Liv: An interest is enough for me to label you all kinky. That’s all.

Quinn: Okay then

Liv: And you are horny I’m sure

Quinn: nah, withdrawal sucks that shit right outta ya. Hoping I don't have to cancel Monday, honestly

Liv: omg that’d break her heart probably

Quinn: Probably

Liv: such power

Quinn: Mmhmm

Liv: if you cancel on her let’s hang out

Quinn: If I cancel on her it will be because I still feel like death

Liv: and I can’t take care of you?

Quinn: Why would you want to?

Liv: Friends take care of friends

Liv: I messaged you because I was hoping you’d let me come over to help you. It just also meant I could let Frannie know you are okay

Quinn: I'm fine, Liv, really. Just some extra shit I wasn't expecting to deal with.

Liv: You guys are so fucking frustrating holy shit

Liv: Okay. I get it. But I want to help. And I’m here for you. That’s all. You can believe it and I hope you would but I won’t force you.

Quinn: I know I am. Bea, if you know her is too. But what's frustrating about Frannie? Like, from a you perspective?

Quinn: I just don't need the help right now, okay? Go be a brat to someone who can handle it

Liv: She doesn’t take a single compliment.

Liv: I’m not being a brat I’m trying to be a friend

Quinn: Is there a reason you're trying that hard to compliment my sister?

Quinn: You're being a bratty friend.

Liv: It’s easy to?

Quinn: ... You like her don't you

Liv: We’re friends. Obviously I like her.

Quinn: Bitch, you know what I mean

Liv: I haven’t thought about it like that tbh

Liv: Maybe I do

Liv: That’s fun

Quinn: Does she know? Does she like you back? I need details bitch

Liv: You think she knows when I didn’t know?

Quinn: I don't know. Maybe? Like does she like you?

Liv: I mean she likes hanging out with me and made edibles with me

Quinn: Mmhm. And?

Liv: What do you mean and? We just chill a lot

Liv: And laugh a lot lol

Quinn: Okay. That's something. But also you're terrible at this. I'm gonna have to ask Arin. Arin knows these things.

Liv: Arin knows everything

Liv: I also don’t know anything right now outside the fact that I’m seconds from exploding

Quinn: Except how to fall in love with someone who WON'T cheat on her.

Quinn: Getting relief, I hope?

Liv: low blow

Liv: Maybe she can date Bea. Bea doesn’t know anyone but us.

Liv: Yes sooooon

Quinn: But the truth.

Quinn: Don't know how I feel about that. Though, pretty sure she had a crush on Arin when we were younger.

Quinn: oooh

Liv: I mean who didn’t have a crush on Arin? LOL

Liv: oooooh

Quinn: Frannie. And presumably Blaine.

Quinn: Who???

Liv: Wonder if Sugar did. She’s worse than anyone I know when it comes to realizing feelings LOL

Liv: Arin

Quinn: Sugar had it BAD. Like, literally got her ass beat multiple times with a book cos she refused to leave Arin alone. Now she just pretends to hate her for it.

Quinn: enjoy the queen of darkness, you both probbaly need it though like... does Frannie know?

Liv: LOLOLOLOLOLOl

Liv: Yeah, I think she knows. I mean I don’t know how she wouldn’t know.

Quinn: uh huh. and do you know if she reacted to this?

Liv: What do you mean?

Liv: I don’t know.

Liv: she said she didn’t need Arin

Quinn: I mean how did she react. Was it normal. Was it short. Did it take longer or faster than it should have.

Liv: She gets short a lot. I didn’t really note it as different

Liv: This is so much

Quinn: Well, when you have a chance, compare what everytime she's gotten short with you has in common and met me know

Liv: Quinn, I really like sex and she doesn’t

Liv: I don’t think we could ever work

Liv: it’s not that serious

Quinn: Look, I can't say why she's repulsed lord knows that's her story to tell, but she's on that site for a reason. A reason that I pray means what I think it does. Don't count her out because of her history.

Liv: I’m not counting her out. I just think you’ve got it all wrong.

Quinn: I don't think I do. But Arin will know more and I will get my answer. Just think over why she gets short with you.

Liv: Stubborn :sweat emoji:

Quinn: Fabray genetics. Running away, being attractive, a desire to be right.

Liv: can you like wait to bug arin until I’m done with her?

Quinn: You mean til she's done with you, but yeah, I'm gonna go pass out

Liv: goodnight Quinn :winking emoji:

Quinn: enjoy the queen of darkness

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Pajamas | Namjoon

Description; With tour beginning again soon Namjoon knows there will be times where he won’t see his girlfriend for months, and wants to spend as much time as he can with her in their last few days together. Which includes baking, cute movies, and pajamas.

Warning; cussing, sex references.

Genre; Fluff

Pairing; Namjoon x Reader

Word Count; 3k

The sun was too bright as it hit your eyes, peeking in through your blinds, you rolled to the side, groaning softly as you reached out for him, only to huff in annoyance as you found the bed empty aside from you. "Joonie?" You whined, not ready to wake up, you rolled onto your back and tried to block the sun out with your hands. "I'm right here." You heard his voice come from the bathroom as the door shut, and he stepped back out. "Come back to bed." You pouted, stretching your arms out for him, and making grabbing motions for him to hug you. A smile graced his lips, and he laughed as he leaned down, hugging you tightly. When his body was in reach you latched onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him down completely onto the bed. "I just got dressed babe." He laughed as you made a 'humph' noise. Burying your nose in his exposed collarbone. "Why would you go and do that?" You complained, already feeling sleep crawling it's way back to you. "It's noon, I was going to wait until I was ready to wake you up, give you as much time to sleep as I could." He hummed, running his fingers delicately through your hair. "Not enough time." You complained, whining in protest as he began to pull away from you. "Come on, I'll make breakfast while you get dressed." He promised, making you laugh softly. "You're a terrible cook Joon." You mumbled, pouting as he pulled away completely. "We have cereal." He smirked as you groaned. "Just five more minutes. Come back to bed." You whined, extending your arms again. "Please?" Your voice was softer as you whispered the word, making him sigh as he crawled back into the bed with you. "Just five more." He told you. You hummed in response, laying your face in his neck again as you let yourself fall back asleep.

"Flour?" You asked, looking up from the shopping list in your hands, your eyes watching Namjoon's back as he looked at the eggs in his hands. "Are you planning on baking something?" You asked, watching him smile as he set the eggs into the shopping cart, "a cake." He responded, looking up at you, and your heart fluttered as you saw his wide smile, and couldn't question him further as he grabbed the cart and led both it and you down to a different aisle. "Why exactly are we making a cake?" You questioned, stopping to think if it was any of the boys' birthday today. "Cause." He shrugged, "it sounded like fun." He smiled again before turning to face the shelf of flour. "Alright Mr. Fun, have you ever made a cake before?" You asked, he shrugged as he picked two bags of flour off the shelf and compared them. "Not that I can recall." He replied, cocking his head to the side as he read the bag of flour. "Right, and do we have a cake pan at home?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow as he turned to face you, his lips pursed as he thought about it. "No." He finally replied. You shook your head with a smile, rolling your eyes at him, you stepped forward and grabbed a bag of flour from his hands, and set it in the cart. "How about you read from the list, and let me do the shopping? That way a cake might actually get made." You smiled as he nodded. "That's sounds like a good idea." He agreed, taking the list from you as you took control of the cart. "Hey." You said softly, making him face you as he set the other bag of flour back on the shelf. "Yeah?" He asked, walking over to you. You smiled at him, and leaned over, kissing his lips softly. He smiled against your lips and put his hands on either side of your face, holding you close until you pulled away. "I love you." You hummed softly, turning and beginning to push the cart down the aisle as he followed. "I love you too."

"She gave everything up for a boyfriend." Namjoon shook his head, pursing his lips as you laughed softly. "Don't laugh at me. Am I wrong? No! She abandoned her whole family for the prince." He threw his hands up in exasperation, "yes I'm aware. You do know that I was sitting right next to you watching the same movie right?" You laughed, facing him as he rolled his eyes, shoving your shoulder as he stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Would you do that for me?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen island and facing you. "Abandon my entire world and run off with you to some strange world?" You asked, turning in your spot to look at your boyfriend, your eyebrows raised in amusement as he smiled. "Yeah. Would you?" He asked again, taking a step towards you. You pursed your lips, pretending to think about it. "I'm just kidding Jagiya, I'm not that bad of a guy, I'd throw away my world for you." He smiled, walking over, he leaned down and kissed you, his lips were barely on your for a few seconds until he pulled away, walking back to the kitchen, leaving you feeling incomplete without him. "Of course I would give up my world for you, don't be a weenie." You pouted, standing up, making him scoff from the kitchen, "헤이! 무례 할 필요가 없다." He yelled, making you roll your eyes. "I called you a weenie, that's rude? You must be deaf when we fight then." You laughed, walking into the kitchen, seeing him standing with the fridge door open, his hand scratching the back of his neck, balancing his weight on one foot as he turned to face you and rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I hear just enough." He laughed, "good thing it's not often right?" He smiled, glancing back at the inside of the fridge. "It's hard to fight when you're not around." You mumbled. The mood died, and the kitchen fell silent as Joon let the fridge door close, rubbing the back of his neck as you leaned against the counter. He walked over, and nudged your feet with his, making you move your legs to the sides, making a gap between them, he stepped in between them, filling the space, he stared down at you, raising his hand, he touched the tips of his fingers to your jaw, making you look up at him. As your eyes met, he leaned down, kissing you softly. You melted under his touch and wrapped your arms around him, letting your hands rest one on his lower back, the other on the nape of his neck as he kissed you softly, as if he was saying goodbye. He put his hands on either side of your face, making sure there was no space between the two of you, he let his fingers tangle your hair as he let his lips make their way down your jaw, and kiss the soft skin of your neck, making goosebumps rise on your arms as you tilted your head back, giving him better access as he began to suck on your sweet spot, where you knew a purple mark would form, and a soft breathless moan passed your lips at the sensation. You squeezed your legs together slowly, his actions turning you on, you pulled him closer, your hands on his neck as you pushed your leg in between his, and rubbed your thigh slowly against the crotch of his pants. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath, before pulling away suddenly, making you pout frustratedly.

"I have plans that involve leaving the house without a boner." He sighed, running his hands through his hair, struggling to not grab you again, he moved away suddenly, and you sighed in defeat. That was his signature move, he had to step away and turn his back to you, otherwise the two of you would be going to the bedroom, not wherever he planned. "We still haven't made the cake." You said hopefully, wanting to keep the two of you home so you could finish what you started, but he seemed determined. "I know. There's one more thing we need to do. Come on." He said, turning to face you again, more collected and less flustered. "Alright." You sighed in defeat, realizing it would be pointless to try and argue with him anymore. "But when we get home..." You didn't finish your sentence, grabbing your jacket off the couch, you saw him smile cheekily and huffed in annoyance, before walking out of your apartment, and waiting for him to follow.

"Walmart." You stated, glancing at your boyfriend as he pulled into the parking lot. "Yes." He replied, smiling as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing your hand on his thigh as he parked the car. Once the car turned off you leaned over, kissing him sweetly as he unbuckled. He kissed back for a moment, before stepping out of the car. You followed nearly a second later, and walked around the car, grabbing his hand, and waiting for him before walking towards the front doors.

"What exactly are we buying?" You asked, glancing around you, the store was only mildly busy, but the both of you wearing sunglasses inside still drew attention. "You'll see." He smiled, turning the cart, and leading the two of you towards the clothing section. "Did you ruin that shirt again?" You asked him, he smiled cheekily and a small laugh passed his lips, "yes, but that's not what we're here for." He replied, you scoffed and shook your head playfully. He had a T-Shirt you had bought him one time, it was a cheap plain black shirt from Walmart, but you had gotten it for him for when he's just relaxing, or needs something to sleep in and doesn't want to wear a fancy outfit, and somehow he's ruined it three times. Each time resulted in you having to buy him another. Whether it was paint staining it, or another boy putting holes in it, you always ended up back in the clothing section buying another. You smiled as you glanced at him, despite the sunglasses, you could see his eyes from the exposed corners, and saw them concentrated as he looked for something specific. It wasn't until a few moments later however, that you realized what it was he was looking for.

"Onesies." He said excitedly, holding the clothes up as you laughed. "You brought us here for onesies? Oh nae sarang, you're something else." You smiled, taking the onesie from him, and looking it over. "They have two! A cat and a dog!" He said excitedly, showing you them, making you smile wide at his reaction. "Okay, which do you want to be?" You asked, watching him hesitate for a moment. "The dog." He smiled, "alright then, hand me a cat." You laughed, watching him excitedly grab the two items, and lead the two of you to the check out lines, the smile still wide on your face as you watched him bounce with each step. "I love you." You said softly, holding his hand as you two waited in the line. "I love you too." He replied, glancing at you, a smile clear on his face as he leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, before looking forward as the line began to move forward, allowing the two of you to set the onesies on the conveyor belt, and you laughing softly as Joon grabbed several candies off the little stand, and set them down next to the pajamas. "I thought we were making a cake? Isn't that a lot of sweets?" You asked, making him shrug. "We don't have to eat it all tonight, we still have a couple days." His words made the mood drop again, and you felt a pang in your heart as you let go off his hand so he could pay for the items, and you suddenly weren't in the mood to make a cake anymore.

"I'm sorry." Namjoon's voice was soft as he glanced at you for a moment, before putting his eyes back on the road. He reached over, grabbing your thigh softly as he drove down the road. You two had been silent since the store, when he reminded you of the inevitable tour that was sneaking up on you too fast. "It's okay." You replied, suddenly feeling guilty for making him think he had done something wrong. "I'm just going to miss you. That's all." You told him, taking his hand off your thigh to hold onto it tightly. "I'm going to miss you too ___, I'm sorry we have to be apart." He said softly, his eyes holding an undeniable guilt as you sighed, raising his hand so you could kiss his knuckles softly. "Let's not think about that okay? Let's just go make our cake." You told him, your heart lifting as you saw a smile replace the frown on his lips, and he nodded in agreement.

"We should've just bought the already made boxes of batter, making a cake from scratch is hard." You laughed softly, wiping sweat off of your forehead with your arm, your hands covered in flour as you read a recipe book. "I'll let you take charge next time." He laughed softly, sitting at the island, completely free of any flour, despite you and your clothes both being covered. "You better." You replied, a smile on your lips as you cracked your eggs. He stood up, stepping around the island, he glanced down at the cook book, wrapping his arms around your waist as he watched you mix the ingredients. "At least we didn't put the onesies on yet, otherwise they'd be covered in flour." He smiled, making you roll your eyes before sticking your hand into the bowl of flour and shaking it over his head, making him gasp in shock, and pull away. "You're not allowed to say we unless we are equally covered." You stuck your tongue out at him as he scrunched his nose, and sneezed suddenly. "Bless you." You laughed and watched him wipe the flour off his face and pout. "Aw, I'm sorry baby." You said softly, pulling him over, you kissed his cheek softly as he hugged you, before pouring flour on your head. "Joon!" You shouted, shoving his chest lightly as the two of you laughed. "It got into the cake batter! This cake is going to taste so bad." You laughed softly, making him smile, "I knew that when you added a third egg despite the recipe only calling for two-" he ducked away to dodged the whisk you swung at him. "Out!" You yelled, laughing as you shook your head. "This is a mess." You smiled, sighing as you set the whisk down, and heard the doorbell ring. "Is that the pizza?" You asked, seeing Joon nod, "can you get it? This is ready to go in the oven." You told him. He nodded, grabbing his wallet off the counter and going over to the door as you poured the batter into a cake tray, and slid it into the oven. You had just stood up straight when you felt Joon wrap his arms around you, his lips leaving soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck. "Cake will be done in about thirty minutes." You told him, turning to face him as he smiled, "sounds fine to me." He replied, brushing your hair out of your face as he leaned forward, kissing your lips softly, before dragging you to the bedroom. "Let's get rid of this flour so we can wear our onesies." He said excitedly, you rolled your eyes as you began to pull your clothes off, careful to not let too much flour get on the carpet, and change into the kitten onesie. You finished changing and saw Joon smiling widely at you, his onesie on, and hood on his head as he held his hand out for you. You took it and let him lead you back to the living room, where you gathered the pizza and your other snacks and drinks and headed to the living room, where he put on a new movie, and the two of you sat on the couch together, your head on his shoulder as the movie started and the two of you began eating.

"So it'll be a month until I have enough time to come back for a visit." Namjoon said softly, you sighed as you looked down at the box of m&m's in your hands. The cake, which turned out as horrible as you two predicted, was left forgotten on the kitchen counter, along with the movie still playing on mute as the two of you talked softly. "How long will you be able to stay?" You asked, twirling the box in your fingers as he sighed. "Four days. Then we go to Europe." He replied, making you nod slowly, your heart shattering at the thought of spending so long without him. "And then Asia..." You trailed off. "We'll be there for two months, you're coming out for two weeks? Right?" He asked the last part making you nod slowly. "And then you come back, and then we do, eventually." He mumbled, causing you to sigh, you knew how much he loved performing, and you loved watching he and the boys grow and create new music, but the touring was hard when the two of you got such little time together. "One of these days I'll become famous too so I don't have to work regular people jobs, and have to go to regular people college alright? And then we won't have to worry about a damn thing, and won't have to spend so long apart." You told him, making him smile at you. "Until then..." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap, you smiled as you put your legs on either side of him, and kissed him softly. "Until then." You mumbled back, a smile on your lips as you ran your hands through his hair, and everything was okay, because you had Namjoon, and he had you.

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