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juniperdugong · 1 month

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Forgot Your Lunch - Scoups

WC: 1023 || Genre: Fluff :) ...Angst :( || Happy (late) Birthday to this very handsome man!! ❤

A/N: If this does well maybe a pt.2 with what happened? (I totally don't have a whole story in my head about this fic alr...and this totally wasn't meant to be a teaser but got out of hand)

Some songs that inspired this fic!

Those morning hours, right before the sun shines in all its splendor, when most people are still resting their tired brains, and when quietness feels like a warm welcome to the day.

These were Seungcheol's favorite hours. The slivers of warm orange sunlight peaking through the curtains illuminating the space, giving the house a different type of glow. He relished in the fact that no one, not even you, was awake during this time. It gave him all the pleasure of gazing at your sleeping figure and giving you a few feather-light kisses before he actually got started with his day.

Seungcheol had gotten really into cooking when you two got together. Watched the tutorials, wrote down the recipes, and did a lot of the grocery shopping when he had the time - he even asked for help from Mingyu when he was really struggling. All of this effort put in for one simple goal - to be able to make your lunches for work.

He took great pride in making sure your lunch was not only healthy and balanced but nice on the eyes as well! Presentation was half the battle of cooking in his (humble) opinion.

Today wasn't any different, after haphazardly washing up he waltzed into the kitchen and chose a fitting playlist for such a joyful morning. He knows what to make, one of your favorites, a very simple and delicious spread of kaarage, a rolled omelet, rice, and a mix of fruits and vegetables cut up in the cutest little shapes! (Never forgetting the homemade spicy mayo, of course.) It's a specialty of his - and more than that - it was the first lunch he made you that you had raved about to your coworkers, only boosting his ego evermore.

Humming along to the music he went through the motions of washing and cooking the rice, setting out all the ingredients he'd need, and placing all the dishware on the counter in an assembly line. The few times that you'd woken up early enough to witness this practiced scene you'd have to admit that it was impressive the way he had gotten it all down to a T. Like a drill sergeant he would lead the charge in the kitchen, at least in the mornings, and if you ever dared to lift a finger…the earful you'd get before work- But what else can you expect from the most loving husband in the world AND the leader of one of the top kpop groups in history?

It's like everything, all the problems and worries, drifted away during this time. The sole issue in Seungcheol's entire world being what you would eat for the day. It was his way of showing you that he still cared and that he was still very committed. With a job that kept him away from you for such long periods of time and that took up all his energy and attention when he was home, it only felt right to do something as small as wake up before you and devote some time to you - even if you weren't always there to see it.

It would be a very hard task to try and tear away the smile that grew from him as he carefully assembled the different pieces of your food into a bento box. The only change in expression coming from the way his brows would furrow and his mouth would form a pout when he was ultra-focused with a knife or when he was gently making the finishing touches.

He took the chicken from the hot oil and placed them on a paper towel-lined plate - he knew how much you hated the excess oil when you ate. Turning off the stove in a swift movement he turned his attention to slicing the egg roll into perfectly proportioned pieces that you could eat in one bite. Then the fruits and vegetables - today's variety, some blueberries, leftover chocolate-covered strawberries, and a small salad with cherry tomatoes, all served with a small toothpick - he took note of that little comment you had made about how eating things with a toothpick makes the experience a bit more fun.

With a little jaunt in his step, he moved to put the puzzle together in an eye-pleasing manner. And once he was satisfied - he stepped back from his masterpiece. His gift to you. He looked at the clock-

8pm.

Oh.

It's night time.

That's right.

He stilled completely, coming back to reality. He left the kitchen with a ruffle to his hair. Dragging his feet into the bedroom he let his hands roam around the cold sheets, desperately searching for your warmth - your figure.

This was your bed too! The one you shared. C'mon, you remember, right? You're supposed to be here.

He looked out the window, no slivers of sunlight. Just the light pollution of a bustling city.

It's late and you're supposed to be home now, works done. It's supposed to be done.

He balled up all the sheets in his two fists and knelt on the bed. Gritting his teeth through tears that didn't dare hold back his emotions. And he punched that mattress so damn hard he could swear it felt like a human fighting back against him. The tangling of the sheets feels like Seungkwan and Dino holding him back from doing something else to hurt himself. He screamed so loud that his throat hurt, and he choked himself with the sound until red and veins popped. Drunk on something akin to anger but closer to loneliness he headed face-first into a pillow - but oh it was yours. The one you laid on just a few days ago. His tears and snot smeared across the blank canvas created a gross mirage but he didn't care. He let himself sit there, inhaling everything you left. Wailing into your remnants - curling up into your side of the bed, what would always be your side of the bed.

You forgot your lunch. It's here with him. "So come back, y/n. I'm really fucking sorry."

A/N: Hey guys...been a minute (a few days) And I come back with this- I do really like this though. Love me some happy memories and train wreck tbh. Let me know what you lovelies think! Have a great weekend or week, depending on when you see this. (protip DO NOT read this while listening to "The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" almost shat tears) Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @bemybabiibish @bath1lda

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flamingo-writes · 1 year

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A/N: i am back from the dead after months. And it should’ve come as a surprise that I absolutely loved Hobie. Looks like a rockstar and is an absolute punk. My type in a nutshell.

I’m gonna be using some of these headcanon for future

Gal in The Chair — Hobie Brown x Artist!Reader

I think Hobie would be the kind of guy to fall for someone who he’s known for a long while, that being said, you’d perhaps known him all of your life

Having grown together, the two of you shaped a lot of each other’s beliefs. So no wonder the two of you were so compatible.

After the spider bite, you saw the whole journey from Hobie freaking out at first, to him figuring out how to use his new abilities.

He designed his web shooters, being the genius he is with technology. You helped him with his suit, specially his mask.

You became his Gal in the Chair

You liked to fix up and personalise clothes. All of your pieces of clothings came from second hand shops and you gave them a make over doing all sorts of stuff on them to make them unique and yours.

You also did this with a lot of Hobie’s clothes. As well as teaching him how to use your sewing machine.

After graduating high school, you opened a small alternative clothing shop in with unique pieces, doing the same thing you did for your clothes on this one. As well as doing hand made jewerly like bracelets, necklaces and earrings. You also had a talent with plants, managing to almost magically bring plants back to life and reproduce them like crazy, you added selling plants into your small business.

As Spider-Man gained traction, he low key promoted your work to his followers and people who agreed with him. This in order to keep negative attention from falling on you, and keep bad guys from thinking and theorising that maybe you knew Spider-Man.

As a side gig, you educated yourself on coffee making, and learned about the different processes and types of coffee beans there were. It started as a hobby, but soon you also implemented that into your shop.

The fact that you were so versatile, made Hobie feel incredibly proud of you. You seemed to be so independent, and creative and that never ending curiosity and passion made him harvest feelings for you.

Eventually, the close friendship, and companionship grew into affectionate and romantic feelings.

Hobie was always flirty, but it wasn’t until now that you started behaving differently. Normally he played his electric guitar but now you found him playing his acoustic guitar more.

He showed you a song he wrote. And while it was unusual —however, not imposible— to hear a romantic song coming from him, it wasn’t until the first minute that you realised the song was about you.

That’s how he chose to tell you about his feelings.

He didn’t intend for it to be this romantic, he simply one day word vomited the song and used one free afternoon to add the music.

After hearing his song, it was actually you who grabbed him and kissed him.

More than satisfied with the outcome, he kissed you back, put his guitar down and pulled you over his lap.

You two became inseparable since. You already were, but now it was more evident.

You worked at home, doing all the creative things you did, selling them, helping Spider-Man with art shows and gigs.

Those who paid close attention, they were able to determine you were some sort of associate to Spider-Man. However, all of them were also punks and anarchist so of course they kept their mouths shut. Spider-Man was always looking out for those in need. They were going to help a brother back and not tell anyone whenever any authority or weird-looking threat asked if anyone knew Spider-Man, or someone close to him.

You became widely known between Spider-Man supporters, although none of them would ever dare to snitch on you.

After Hobie met Gwen, she brought her over, you two became close friends right away. Letting Gwen crash at your place more often than not. She even offered to help you with the dishes and the groceries as thanks for letting her stay.

“You’re Hobie’s friend, you’re welcome whenever you want,” You’d told her.

Pav was also a frequent visitor. He loved your coffee, he taught you how to make chai. And you had chai ready for whenever Hobie told you Pav was going to be there.

Pav also bought plants from you all the time. Most of them for his mom. He once asked you if you could make a set of earrings and a necklace for his mom.

The set was a success and Pav always told you how much she loved them,

Eventually Miles also came around. And it wasn’t until Miles met you that his suspicions of Hobie and Gwen dating dissappeared.

Miles saw the absolute pure love with which Hobie looked at you. He still made the same sarcastic and cheeky jokes while talking to you. But the way he looked at you was completely different to the way he looked at anyone else.

Hobie convinced Miles to buy a plant and some earrings for his mother.

“Listen mate, this is what my girl does for a living. Plus the world needs to learn to appreciate the handiwork of an artisan,”

Miles was even surprised at how Hobie still looked cool while being mushy and cheesy with you as he hugged you, kissed your head, or played with your hands or hair.

Hobie had zero fucks to give about what people think about him, he doesn’t give a shit about PDA. Gwen thinks it’s gross, Pav thinks it’s adorable, Miles is simply puzzled as to how he is still cool when seeing his parents doing the same thing would make him cringe so hard.

Hobie is amused by the different reactions he gets. Especially Gwen’s grossed out face.

He still loves kissing you every chance he gets. Whether if it’s kissing you passionately. A subtle peck. Sweet kissed on your cheek or your forehead.

#hobie headcanons #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown fanfiction

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taesanluv3r · 3 months

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studio sessions.

han taesan x reader

taesan n reader r both idols! refers to taesan by his real name (dongmin) in most of this, super cuteness TT lowercase intended, ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors! enjoyy <3

wc: 3,561

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"and i guess...i guess i'm just...in love with you?"

"tsk...no, that's not it" yn ln groans as she leans her head onto her knee. "if you could look through my eyes, if you could listen to the beat of my heart...if we switched places for just a moment you'd see all the truth about you that i've kept within me..." the idol girl read out loud, her cursor skimming through the page of lyrics she had just typed out onto the otherwise empty google document that stood before her on the computer screen. "and you'd figure me out...you'd see what this is all about..." the words seem to naturally come out of her head, like she was born to create catchy rhymes out of thin air. "you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do...all the proof that...uh..." she pauses for a moment, repeating that last line once again in search for the final words of her new song. "all the proof that...ah! all the stupid things i'd do, all the proof that i'm so in love with you!" yn emphasizes the final line, excitedly clicking the keys on her mechanical keyboard. she nods once, reading through the whole page once more before hitting the save button atop the screen. "perfect"

the young k-pop idol girl smiles to herself, the lyrics she had just written rolling satisfyingly out of her tongue as she read them again and again for the hundredth time. see, yn wrote almost all of her own songs- hell! she wrote about 70% of her group's discography all together. she loved it. she loved the idea of putting her own thoughts and troubles into words, the idea of turning her mind into a collection of rhymes. even on her off days like this one, she'd lock herself up in a random studio at the KOZ floor of the HYBE building, spending hours in front of the screen just writing. however, there was one problem. as much as the girl loved to write lyrics, she had but a clue how to actually turn them into listenable tunes. so, most times out of ten, when the girl was running out of possible strumming patterns on her ukulele, she would need to seek some sort of help from her company seniors. more specifically, from the guy she wrote half her songs about. the guy she had known since they were trainees, the guy she had a crush on for as long as she knew. she had to seek help from the musical genius behind many of her unreleased tracks, from the one and only, han dongmin, famously known as taesan of boynextdoor.

yn picks up her phone, scrolling through a few notifications she hadn't read yet, replying to her members in their group-chat, and sending a selfie to her mom who was wondering what she'd been doing these days. then the girl scrolls some more, searching for one particular contact in the sea of kakaotalk chats that flooded her screen. an unconscious smile makes its way onto her lips as she finds what she had been looking for. 'dongminie' the contact name, paired with half his face in his profile were enough to send the girl's heart to do cartwheels in her chest. she clicks on it, waiting for half a second as their previous texts loaded onto the screen.

r u busy?

she watches as a little green dot appears almost instantly on the bottom corner of his profile, an indicator that he was online to read her texts.

dongminie not rnn just finished schedules why? miss me? hahahah

his last text causes the girl to roll her eyes. the smile still present on her face as her fingers move to type out a response.

pftt u wish i just wrote another song 🤗

yn blinks once, then twice, waiting for him to finish typing.

dongminie another one??!!??! u psycho...what are you? a rhyme machine or something?? let me guess...u need help composing it? 🥱

she giggles, he knows her too well.

pleaaaseeee? not like u have anything to do either and i think this one is gonna be rlly rlly good...trust me!!!!

yn's hand moves to her mouse, placing her phone on one side of the desk. she shuts down her computer, already knowing his answer despite not really looking at his response.

dongminie fine... but only bcs i hv nothing else to do n making music is just something i love too much to turn down 😼 just come here, i'm in the studio as usual

and with that the girl gets up, stretching her body out in the process as she gathers her things into her shoulder bag and walking out the door. it doesn't take long for her to reach his studio, smiling softly as she makes contact with the familiar grey wall that surrounded the whole of their company building. yn lifts a hand up to tap against the door, knocking politely before a voice from inside asked her to come in.

"hey" han taesan says, turning around in his office chair. his hair laid flat against his forehead, and he wore a simple white shirt paired with some vintage jeans, the long black coat stashed against the corner of the room where his bag was completing his usually chic outfit. it seems he had been working on something too, the music program still opened on the brightly lit monitor that sat on the large desk. the idol boy smiled at the girl, reaching over to the side to pull another chair for her to sit in beside him and inviting her over. "hey, what you up to?" yn asked, taking the seat and dropping her things on the floor beside her. "nothing much...just some song drafts for the comeback" he replied, cursor hovering over the save button. "and you? seriously? another song?" the boy exaggerated his words dramatically, laughing when she rolls her eyes and playfully hits his shoulder.

"whatever! i just felt like writing today, alright? besides...this one's gonna be a hit" yn says, nodding proudly as she did so. dongmin laughs again, "you say that every time...and most times you don't even end up releasing them!" his words sound tired, as if he were getting sick of helping her make all these songs and none of them actually going out to the world. however, that was far from the truth, the boy would never ever be sick of it. he'd tell her time and time again how he only did these things because of his sole love for musical production, and she'd just nod, going along with anything that would turn her words into tunes. she didn't know the full story, she'd never know that only half of what dongmin said was real, and that despite his fascination in the art, the only reason he did any of this was because he, too, was in love with the girl sitting in his studio beside him right now and he'd take up every opportunity to be with her amidst both their busy schedules.

"so what kind of song is it then?" the boy asks, opening up a new project on the computer before bending down to plug his mini keyboard into the socket. the girl giggles before she speaks, "you're not gonna believe this..." she prolongs, watching the way his features washed down into a monotone and bored expression. "really? do you write anything other than love songs?" she laughs again, "i'm afraid they're the only thing i can write, dongmin" he sighs, "i mean seriously...what loser has you writing all these lovey dovey songs?" his words cause a scoff to escape her mouth. "says you? mister i keep thinking about you, mister just you and me...please, if anything, you're more lovey-dovey than me!" yn's outburst makes his stomach turn, grinning sheepishly as he begins scrolling through the variety of digital instruments he had downloaded on the program. "shall we?" dongmin asks finally, everything prepared for their music-making session. yn nods excitedly, her smile matching his own.

"we shall"

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"that's so good oh my god...han dongmin, you musical genius" yn claps her hands together as the melody the two had just come up with came to an end. dongmin laughs, his hand slapping over his mouth as he did so; a habit of his that she found so cute. he moves the mouse so that the rows and rows of drum, bass, and other instrumentals on the screen became smaller and compressed into a single line of recordings. the song is smooth-sounding, the 808s and soft drums matching perfectly with the r&b rhythm they had decided on for the track. "now...vocals. it's time to put that pretty voice of yours to good use, yn" the boy says, grinning at her as he began to bend down to grab a mic and it's stand from the cupboard beneath the desk. she blushes slightly at his sudden compliment, giggling as she playfully rolls her eyes. "here" he says, handing her his pair of black headphones, asking her to put them on while he set up the mic for recording. yn nods, the headphones sliding down the sides of her face from how big they were compared to her head. he laughed, reaching over to adjust it to her size.

"is that fine?" he asked, eyes never leaving hers. "mhm" she hummed, face flushing, suddenly feeling shy from all the eye-contact. he must've noticed, a proud smirk making it's way onto his pink lips. "okay, tell me when you're ready" dongmin says, his finger grazing against the mouse as he prepared the program for recording. yn nods, pulling out the song lyrics that remained neatly typed out on the google doc she had opened on her phone. she took a deep breath in, adjusting the mic that sat on the table before her. then she takes one quick look at him, a look of determination on both their faces.

"okay, let's start"

the boy presses the space bar on his keyboard, a quiet metronome entering the girl's ears as the instrumental they had just composed started playing. she follows the count, nodding along to the sound and waiting for the fourth beat where she'd start singing. signaling for her to begin, the guy beside her nods his head and points his finger towards the screen at the same time, trying his best not to squeal like a little girl when her honey-like voice fills the otherwise silent atmosphere of the studio.

"i'd spend every free moment of my time sitting in a room with you, i would quit a job just in case you wanted me to. a thousand more rhymes i could write, hours and hours going into new songs. i begin to see you for all your rights, ignoring all your wrongs"

dongmin listened carefully to the lyrics, the way he always did, beginning to wonder again who she had in mind while writing such things. he watched the way her eyebrows knitted together as she hit a higher note, the way she bit her lips and narrowed her eyes as she played back the recording, listening to it again and again as she re-did each verse a dozen more times. yn felt his gaze on her, the same gaze she felt every time they had these studio sessions together. she'd turn to him annoyed, telling him she can't sing properly if he kept staring at her that way. then he'd laugh, teasing her about how red her cheeks got when she sang and the way her own lyrics had her smiling like an idiot.

"and you'd figure me out, you'd see what this is all about. you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do. all the proof that i only love when it's for you"

the finished demo comes to an end, yn and dongmin sharing a satisfied round of applause as he leans forward to hit pause on the keyboard. "another great song, as expected from us!" the idol girl cheers, patting herself on the shoulder in praise. "yeah, another great song that no one other than us will ever hear" the boy says, passing her a bottle of water. she rolls her eyes as she takes a sip, sighing before turning over to him. "wanna know why i never release these things?" his eyes widen and ears perk up, nodding slowly so as to ask her to continue. yn sighs once more, looking away from him this time as she plays with the hem of her t-shirt.

"it's cause of the lyrics. if i release these things, the fans will come up with all sorts of rumours about them. like who it's about, or why i'd write songs like that...and i don't know..." she trails off, leaning against the back-rest of the chair. "i guess i just don't want people to make it a big thing...you know?" he nods again, understanding where she was coming from. "yeah, i get it. i mean, every time my own unreleased stuff gets out, the fans come up with all sorts of ideas...so i get you" they share a mutual understanding, the girl smiles sweetly at the idea of how quickly they got each other; another thing about him she could write a billion songs about.

"i'd like to say i'm no better than those fans though..." dongmin begins, inflicting a curious look from yn. "what do you mean?" she asks, head tilted off slightly to the side as she looked at him. "i mean like...every time we have these sessions, i wonder who your songs are about too...if i think too much about it, i start to see why fans so quickly are able to come up with scenarios and rumours...it just comes out naturally, i guess" the girl laughs, stroking a hand through her hair. he mimics this, his own hand tucking the loose ends of his own hair behind his ear. "yeah, same goes for when i listen to your songs, i'd like to know what pretty girl has you so...romantic like that" yn smiles when he rolls his eyes, a comfortable silence mixing into the cool atmosphere inside of the sound-proof room.

"i think you'd have a field day if you ever found out about her..." the boy's voice trails off, his hands busy as he began to export the song they had just finished making a moment ago, watching as a grey box appears and starts glowing green as it slowly saved onto the device. "and why's that?" the girl asks, now leaning against her palm, her elbow propped up on the desk. "well...um...i'm not telling you- you'll laugh at me" his cheeks turned a pale shade of red, the same colour but darker sneaking onto the tips of his ears. in the moment the boy refused to look at her, finding the way her eyes stayed locked on him somewhat...pressuring.

"would you tell me about her if i told you about mine?"

the boy's eyes go big and he turns around to finally look at her again. he nods enthusiastically, excited that he was going to get an answer to all his queries at last. yn giggled at his expression, letting out a deep breath before speaking again. "well...he's a guy i've known for a while now. we used to see each other more often, but now both our schedules are just so busy we only seem to see each other on off days, or in passing at work" dongmin's eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain, trying to piece together all the information he was getting. "i've always liked him. i like how easy it is to be around him. i like how quickly we understand each other, how comfortable it is even when we don't talk...i like that he always helps me when i ask him to, how he makes me laugh and jokes around with me...and most of all..." she drags her words out, looking deep into his curious eyes as she muttered out the last of her sentence. "how easy it is to write songs about him...and he doesn't even know it- even if he's heard them all before"

the last few words were risky. anybody with a brain and some common sense would understand right away the boy she was going on and on about. there was no doubt in her mind that he'd figure it out too if she had given him enough time to digest all the things she just said. however, before he could do so, the girl interrupts every train of thought that went through his mind. "okay, that was my thing...your turn! you said you'd tell me about her if i told you about him, so..." she waves her hands around, signaling for him to start talking.

dongmin cleared his throat, straightening up his back before telling his own story. "this girl, i think almost all my songs are about her...well, at least all the songs i've written since i met her. i tell her about all my problems, and i try to help her with all of her own...uh..." he pauses for a moment and looks up at the ceiling, as if he were searching for what to say next. yn kept her gaze focused on him, patiently waiting for the boy to speak again. "she's really pretty- and smart too, and she can sing. she has the nicest voice, and she's passionate- maybe, the thing i love the most about her. how she loves doing what she likes to do, how her eyes are sharp as a hawk when she reviews her work, how her eyes disappear when she smiles when she's satisfied...how her hair falls over her face as she shows me a song she wrote on her ukulele...i could go on about her, hoping one day she'd realise"

the pair went quiet again, giving both the rookie idols time to reflect on what they just heard. it took them little to no time to figure things out, but they couldn't help the doubt that clouded over their minds. like the boy had said a couple of minutes ago, it was easy to come up with random ideas when the full story hasn't revealed itself yet.

"dongmin..." the girl began, grabbing his attention away from the loose thread of his shirt he was playing with. "huh?" the boy asked, watching the way her breathing got heavier like she had just gotten nervous about something. "if i tell you his name would you tell me hers?" he sat frozen in his seat for a second, a dilemma circling round and around in his brain. hesitantly, he nods. it's now or never. "i have a better idea, actually" he says, earning an interested hum from her. "we say their names at the same time, just so no one changes their answer- you know?" she nods, agreeing with his idea. "okay then, on the count of three..."

"one...two..." they share anxious looks. it was almost as though they knew what was about to happen, yet they needed it to come out of each others' mouth as confirmation. "three" she said, taking a deep breath before a single word escaped from both of their mouths.

"you"

within the split second after the word graced the very surface of their ear drums, the pair simultaneously released the breaths they didn't even realise they were holding. it was as though a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders, a wave of relief washing through the air surrounding them. the two idols didn't say another word, their glossy eyes staring deep into each other's as identical smiles made their way onto their lips.

"so that loser who made you write such lovey-dovey songs was me the whole time? you're telling me i helped you produce a dozen songs about myself?!" dongmin exclaimed, still in slight disbelief. yn giggled, nodding along. "mhm...and the pretty girl you write about is me! funny how that works out..." they shared another set of laughs, comfortably sitting beside each other in his studio the way they usually did. "so...now what? what changes between us?" the boy wonders, suddenly worried about what difference this new information could bring to their tight-knit relationship. the girl purses her lips, shaking her head softly as she began to speak again. "i don't know...i mean we obviously like each other...that doesn't change anything since we've always liked each other..." he agrees, the smile he had on before never leaving his bright face. "i guess we just keep going the way we always have...just that this time..." he trails off, stretching his arm out to grab her hands in his.

"this time we won't have to hide all our feelings in silly songs"

yn giggles when dongmin presses his lips against her hand, "when did you get so romantic?" he just smiles at her, noticing the way her eyes gleamed like they've never before, and the way her cheeks were naturally stained pink. he wonders for a moment if it were all because of him, he wondered how on earth he got lucky enough to know someone as perfect as her.

"i think the romantic-ness happened when i met you, yn"

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hehe <3 hope u guys enjoyed this 🙂‍↕️ this is one of the scenarios i alway think of before bed TT i love u han dongmin :( also the ending is up to interpretation!! u can say they start dating after this or maybe they stay the way they are knowing they love each other, or maybe they arent ready for a relationship yet! its all up to how u want it to be ♡ tysm for reading, reblogs n feedback r greatly appreciated! love, kona.

#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor #boynextdoor drabbles #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #taesan #taesan x reader #boynextdoor taesan #bnd taesan #han dongmin #han taesan #bnd x reader

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lilbadgyu · 14 days

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Who in Seventeen is most likely to fall in love at first sight? ( well not like in the first moment, but as they are knowing the person)

an: omg i was waiting for someone to request like a list type of imagine!! and I hope that it is what you were expecting. i thought i would write out how they fell first or why they fell first.

Who would fall first: Seventeen

✧˚ · . Seungcheol

when cheol first met you, he knew that you were going to be his top priority in his life, you knew you meant a lot to him, but you didn't know if he was beginning to fall for you like you were. yet you were wrong, cheol was falling so hard. he made sure every act of serivce that he did was to show it. you thought you were the one to fall first but he definitely was

✧˚ · . Jeonghan

jeonghan always seemed so quiet to you, but yet that was quiet the opposite. whenever he was around you, or if it was just the two of you; he was a 100% certified yapper. you always noticed the little sparkle in his eyes when talked about something that he loved. over the time you two spent together you began to develop feelings, and they were growing fast. you were definitely falling for him and quick.

✧˚ · . Joshua

you and joshua grew up together, same street, same city, same school, and your parents were even friends with each other. so through high school you two were practically inseparable, and that caused feelings to grow between the two of you. you began to blush whenever he did anything to help you, or make you feel better; and when you returned the favor, joshua would get butterflies in his stomach. you two were falling for each other at the same time.

✧˚ · . Jun

you and jun were the silent type at the beginning of the relationship, but you two enjoyed the time you spent together. as you two got more comfortable, you started to notice all the little things that jun would do for you.

✧˚ · . Hoshi

you always hung around hoshi whenever he was in the practice room by himself. you watched how he would perform- not practice- perform in the room. it didn't matter if he was just practicing he still gave it his all. you admired his passion, and his ability to give it his all. you adored him, you... well you loved him.

✧˚ · . Wonwoo

wonwoo was always your rock. he knew it too, but yet while you kept to yourself wonwoo was beginning to develop feelings. you always came to him whenever you needed him, and while he was usually busy; he always made sure to be there. he'd even leave practice if he had to, but you always told him to stay and wait until he got off. as time progressed he really knew that he was in love with you (edit: i posted this and didn't realize i forgot to finish wonwoo’s because i skipped around as i wrote it)

✧˚ · . Woozi

woozi was your number one brain. he had so many ideas for you, or for the both of you. he always helped you figure out the stuck moments you had with your writings, and you even helped him write some of his music. you might of argued with him about producing the song you helped with, but yet woozi would do anything for you. he always put his heart into his work, and that lead to him writing a song for you and only you. it portrayed the way he loved, and everything about you that he adored.

✧˚ · . Dokyeom

the way you and dokyeom met was a little bit different. you always ran into him on the street while he was out, but you were working at your families restruant. he always smiled at you, giving you a small wave and a nod. he always was excited to see you whenever he was able to, he couldn't wait to see you. he was falling in love with you everyday.

✧˚ · . Mingyu

the day you meant mingyu, you knew that he was going to be the one. you didn't know if he felt the same towards you, but that wasn't even the start of it. you two began as friends, but over time you two began to get close. mingyu came over to your apartment, and you two were going to make food and just hang out. as you were in the bathroom; mingyu quickly began to gather things for the surprise he had planned for you. when you walked out, drying your hands with a towel, you looked down to see the rose petals laid on the floor.

✧˚ · . Minghao

you always loved to be a part of Hao's culture. you loved how he had this spark in his eye whenever he was home. you saw how he was able to be calm, and at a sense of peace; not like he wasn't at peace back in korea, it just felt like he was more at home. when you did visit, he would always show you around. he showed you where he grew up, and where he would always get food. you couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes as he told you everything. he was absolutely glowing with pure joy. and you loved him for it.

✧˚ · . Seungkwan

you were always around seungkwan whenever he practiced. you always watched him with awe as he sang with passion. you always would giggle at his little voice cracks, which always got you little stares back, but it always made you laugh. you loved how you two would always joke around towards the end of his practices. you'd always finish out with a small karaoke shesh.

✧˚ · . Vernon

you and vernon grew up together in New York. while you weren't able to join him in moving to korea; you always awaited his homecoming. when he came home, you were there at the airport, ready to give him one big hug. of course some would say you were doing to much, but yet you loved him. you always have, and you just couldn't wait to see him again.

✧˚ · . Dino

you would always join Dino at practice with Hoshi, jun, and Hao. when dino decided to get a quick drink; you'd always fill in his spot to just mess around for a bit. when dino would come back, he would watch your bright smile on your face, and you dancing along to their songs. with those moments he loved you even more than he already did.

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ell-alexanderarnold · 1 year

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It Still Hurts

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

Summary: It’s been about a year since Y/n and Trent stopped seeing each other. Trent hasn’t yet figured out how he feels about her but deep down he knows that he truly loves her. Y/n on the other hand is distracted and doesn’t think about Trent that much until she spots him on a night out.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, reader fainting, cursing

Note: I felt like the first part needed a part two so here it is! Spent long time writing this so I’ll hope you guys like it <3 Share your thoughts and feedback 🫶🏻

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It’s been a while since you found the letter Trent wrote to you, and you wanted to say that you were over him but in reality you still haven’t figured it out.

But you moved on pretty well, you don’t think of him as much as you used to do when you two stopped talking which you found good.

Then there was Lucas. You two started dating after you and Trent said goodbye, and you’ve been dating on and off but it’s something about him that you can’t let go off, and that’s why you’re still seeing him. He’s been a good distraction for you and you hate saying that but he has helped you forget Trent.

But he’s never going to be able to treat you like Trent did, or make love to you like Trent did. Trent knew you like an open book. Lucas doesn’t know as well as Trent did but he has his ways to please you.

You and Lucas didn’t do anything special when you hung out, which was why tonight you wanted to do something different.

“Hey Lucas” You started, he was focusing on the extremely boring romcom you were watching whilst playing with your hair.

“What’s up” He said and turned to face you.

“I was thinking if maybe we should go out tonight, you know dinner then we head to the club?” You asked and fiddled with your fingers. It wasn’t something different really, it was something you used to do when you and Lucas started dating. And it was something that kept your mind of off Trent.

“Sure, why not” He agreed and smiled at you, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You were still living 10 minutes away from Trent which makes you wonder if he’s thought about you when he walks past your apartment. You see him out walking his dogs sometimes and that makes you miss those walks around the neighbourhood when he was walking you home, taking his dogs with him.

You loved getting ready, your music was on full blast and you sang along to your favourite songs while doing your makeup. Lucas would wait for you to finish your outfit and hair whilst scrolling on his phone, it was boring but you didn’t expect him to sit there with you.

When you were done you put on your perfume, the one who drives Lucas mad when it hits his senses.

“You look so good Y/n” Lucas told you when you were about to leave.

“Thank you Lucas” You smiled and locked your door then gave him a quick peck on his cheek, making him blush.

You drove to the restaurant and held Lucas’ hand while driving. It felt special, because you hadn’t felt this way since you and Trent. You will never feel the same way about anyone else like you did with Trent and you know that. It was just nice to feel something about Lucas than to feel nothing at all.

You and Lucas ate dinner together and kept up your conversation, until he started to act nervous and you didn’t know what was up with him. It looked like he had something to say but couldn’t spit it out, which made you think a million thoughts at once.

“Y/n I need to ask you something” He finally said in the time between the waitress taking the finished plates.

“Go on” You pushed as the waitress walked away.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about asking if you would like to be my girlfriend…” He revealed.

You’d never thought he would ask, and it hit you that you’ve been seeing him for so long that it has gotten to this point. But you were not 100% sure how you felt about him, but you figured he’s grown to love you and you just took it all for granted. You did like him yes, but could you see him as your boyfriend?

“Lucas…” You nervously chuckled and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you couldn’t say yes. He’d may healed a part of you that was broken by Trent, but he didn’t convince you to love him. Deep inside you still loved Trent.

“I want to be completely honest with you. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now” You mumbled and watched his smile fade.

“I understand” He sighed and forced a smile. You needed to get out of this situation even though it felt inescapable.

“Do you still want to go to that club?” You asked, not surprised if he wouldn’t go now that you turned him down.

“Of course” Lucas answered and you smirked at him then you left the restaurant.

The drive to the club was not long but extremely awkward. You didn’t know any more awkward situation you’ve ever been in your life. There was just the music playing and you sighing quietly, waiting urgently to taste the alcohol which was your escape this evening, you thought.

Once you entered the club you got to the bar with Lucas and he ordered two drinks for the two of you. It was fun being with him, especially when he was drunk which was maybe wrong but it was when you found him the most interesting.

You danced together, laughing and you got back all your feelings for him until they completely vanished infront of your eyes. The brown eyes, the button nose and those lips. He was there, you wanted to run, to get away as soon as possible but you lost control.

You kissed Lucas, was that the best way to escape? No, but it was definitely a way to avoid Trent for a minute. After that you got lost in the crowd of people, no sight of Lucas anywhere.

“Going out avoiding your problems as always, Y/n?” Someone said close to your ear, it was the familiar scouse accent and the perfume you were used to inhale when being close to him.

How is it that everywhere you go Trent is always finding some way back into your life?

You needed to get yourself a drink before you lost everything due your feelings being too overwhelming, seeing Trent after a whole year with feelings still lingering was too much.

You eventually got back on the floor after one shot, your throat was burning from the liquor. You found Lucas again and laid your arms around his neck, dancing to the music.

You let go of Lucas and Trent came up to you again.

“Y/n you’re dancing with a stranger” He observed and you started laughing, slurring some words that Trent didn’t pick up.

“He’s not a stranger” You laughed.

“He’s actually my boyfriend” You asserted, acting like you didn’t just say no to being Lucas girlfriend an hour ago.

Trent could feel his heart sink and he froze, just the way you did when you found out he was seeing somebody else.

You watched his face expression change, he looked rather angry than sad.

“What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could like me?” You blurted out through the loud music and suddenly your favourite song starts playing. Trent looks at you and knows that it is your song.

“Let me take you home tonight and we can fix everything that happened between us” Trent whispers in your ear, everything you want to hear and it sends shivers down your spine. He could see Lucas in the crowd, thinking it was best just to look but not touch you.

“I know that you’re with somebody new, so it feels wrong that I say things like that” He teased, referring to what he whispered to you and your drunk state wanted to get closer to him and you knew that if you were sober right now, you’d be running.

Lucas found you in the crowd, taking your arm as you stood beside Trent. He noticed that you were too drunk for anyone to have a conversation with you, knowing you would only say some gibberish.

But as soon as Lucas grabbed your arm your vision started to blur, the lights were flashing and you couldn’t process anything that was happening. You fainted and everything went black, the music faded and you felt someone picking you up from the floor.

“Trent…” You whimpered, then dozed off.

When you woke up you did recognised your surroundings. Thank God you was in your own bed and not at Trent’s. You were still in your dress from last night and you could see your smudged makeup on the sheets, not the best morning you’ve ever had.

You stood up and felt dizzy the second you got on your knees. There were noises coming from the kitchen, you weren’t alone. You were scared to open the door knowing Trent could possibly be there.

You opened the door to see Lucas pouring himself a cup of tea, you sighed in relief and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed some painkillers to help you with your headache.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Lucas spoke up and you looked at him whilst you took a sip of your water.

“Could be worse” You answered and sat down by your sofa feeling like you could fall asleep again at any moment but one comment made you feel awake instantly.

“You still love him don’t you?” He scoffed and put his cup of tea down on the kitchen counter, and you was confused as he walked into your bedroom to grab his things.

“Lucas what are you talking about?” You asked as you stood up and followed him to your bedroom with a frown on your face.

“Trent, Y/n.” He fumed and stopped what he was doing to look at you.

“I saw you two the other night” Said Lucas.

“Lucas, that’s nothing!” You deflected and you also lied because it was true, Trent was too close to you and you both knew that.

“When you fainted you said his name, clearly you still have feelings for him” Lucas replied and closed his bag then went to the door.

You were lost for words, realising you’ve spent all this time with Lucas while your heart still haven’t let go of Trent, even if you thought it had.

“I’m sorry Lucas, I should’ve realised a long time ago” You whispered as he stood by your door, and you immediately felt déjà vu from when you and Trent stood exactly where you and Lucas stood, saying goodbye to each other. But this time was different, saying goodbye to Trent was one of the hardest decisions you’ve ever done. Lucas was a really good friend and almost boyfriend, but he didn’t capture your heart quite like Trent did and that’s the difference.

Lucas just forced a smile, like he always does when there’s been a conflict. You felt bad for him, but you couldn’t stay with him knowing your heart is still longing for another.

He left and you broke down in tears, not because he left but for what you know will happen. You promised yourself to not talk to him again, that failed. You promised yourself to not let him live rent free in your heart and that failed as well. You felt like you failed yourself, but you couldn’t control your feelings from him, they were inescapable.

You dried your tears on your cheeks and got up from the floor which you’ve been laying on for the past minutes crying, and went to your bathroom, noticing you were still wearing your dress.

You washed your makeup off and changed from your dress to your loungewear and put your hair up in a bun. You stood by the door deciding if you were going to continue living with all the questions about Trent and your relationship, or if you’re actually going to talk to him about it.

You grabbed your jacket and went out the door then started walking the familiar road to get to his place. You didn’t even check if he was home, but you didn’t care about that, you only cared talking about your feelings with him.

As you walked you saw someone approaching you, she looked familiar. She walked past you fast and smiled at you, then you recognised the perfume. The perfume which once gave you a big headache. It was her. It was the girl who Trent was with when he was supposed to meet up with you and how his hand were placed on her thigh. The image is still stuck in your head, you wanted to cry not because of the memory but for thinking if he’s still with her. Maybe she wasn’t even at his house, maybe she lives as close to him as you do.

You kept walking thinking if you should turn around and just leave him alone, but you were almost at his neighbourhood.

You waited to knock at his door, you were debating if you should do it or not. But you knocked, hoping that he’s not with a girl this time again…

You heard the door open, your heart was beating fast and you got eye contact with him. You tried not to get lost in his mesmerising brown eyes but you failed. Trent could see that your eyes were red from crying, which made him a little bit concerned.

“Hi ehm, can I come in?” You started.

“Yeah of course, are you alright Y/n?” Trent answered and you stepped inside and took off your jacket and shoes.

“Sorry to just show up unexpectedly, I just wanted to clear some things up with you” You apologised and Trent and you sat down by his dinner table, he was quiet which freaked you out but it was you who came to his house to speak about your feelings. Little did you know he also had things to say.

“First of all I want to say that I do not have a boyfriend. The guy you saw me kissing, we just ended things pretty recently” You revealed and Trent secretly got happy inside because he never wanted you to see you with somebody else but him. But he can’t deny his jealousy when he saw you kiss Lucas.

”Yeah I figured that” He said and you furrowed your brows in surprise.

“What makes you say that?” You wondered as Trent ran his hans over his face and exhaled.

”Well you fainted and said my name, I tried to take you home but that prick wouldn’t let me” He said, angrily because there was definitely something that happened whilst you passed out.

“You tried to take me home?” You implored and memories from the night flashed through your mind. How you and Trent were both so close to each other and out of the blue you remembered what he whispered to you.

“Not exactly I just-“ He declared until you remembered and cut him off.

“You asked me if you could take me home and we could fix everything that happened between us!” You exclaimed, surprised that you even could remember what he said to you when you were so far gone.

Trent chuckled, not because of what you said but because of your excitement, and the fact that his past lover was sitting opposite him remembering something that she never thought she could even remember.

“Yes Y/n that’s right” He stated as the two of you both felt like it was still the two of you, not together yet but slowly getting there. But in reality that wasn’t the case, there was a long way to go.

That hopeful feeling kind of drifted away, and you found yourself reminded why you even were at his house in the first place.

”You know I still think about you, Y/n” Trent sighed and you looked at him trying to believe him after you saw the other girl walk past you.

“I often wonder if there was something else I could have done to save us.” He whispered and that’s when a switch in you flipped. He did not just say that.

”Us? There was never no us Trent” You snapped and he said something under his breath then got up from the chair, fleeing from the situation like he always does.

“What are you gonna pretend that you weren’t seeing that other girl when we had a thing?” You challenged and he stopped and looked at you.

“Really? You wanna go there?” Trent huffed.

“Yes.” You continued.

“Alright.”

“You’re so naive, you don’t believe the only reason I want to be with you is because I love you” He added and went downstairs again, tears started fill your eyes - you two are back at it again.

“Are you kidding Trent?” You sniffled as he sat down by the couch with his head in his hands.

“I thought you were too busy to love me, you didn’t call me once nor send me a message when you were so called busy.” You explained as you cried, Trent was still with his head in his hands.

”I can’t believe you, you told me that you’d wait for me last year. Wait for what? For me to continue loving someone who doesn’t even want my love” You added and dried your tears off of your cheeks.

“I did wait for you though, look at me” He insisted and threw up his hands but you wasn’t having any of it.

“You can’t be serious.” You told him as he walked to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

“I am” He said as he poured the liquor.

“No. It was I who waited for you! You got bored because I loved you too much. Technically I was your fucking escape plan when things were going wrong with her” You slammed and Trent got caught off guard. He sipped on his liquor as you walked up to him facing his eyes.

“I didn’t even realise what I was to you.” You sobbed and let him put his arms around you. Trent held you and you cried even more, realising once you’re in his arms again, there’s no going back.

“Shh relax Y/n” He comforted and rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest. He caressed your hand and you lifted your head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry” Trent spoke up.

“You say that a lot” You confessed and faced your head down.

“I’m sorry no I mean-“ Trent repeated as you both started to laugh.

“But don’t tell me you’re sorry because you lost me the moment I saw you two together.” You mumbled and simply reminded Trent of the mistake he did. Although he apologised a million times, you were still hurt.

The hours went by and it was starting to get dark outside, you were thinking about walking home the entire time you was stuck with Trent, but there was no way out.

You both detangled some problems and conflicts from the past, but there was that one you haven’t told him about yet. You didn’t want to make a fuss again but how could it not turn into a major argument when you two discussed something.

You were preparing to sleep at his house for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know why you made the decision but the both of you didn’t want to be alone, it was pretty clear that you’re not over each other.

You slipped into his bed, wearing one of his t-shirt that was way too big for you but it was still working. It felt strange but still the feeling of sleeping next to him was familiar and felt like home to you.

But you had to break the ice.

“Bet you fucked her in the same sheets I’m about to sleep in” You started, he was just on his way to lay down in the bed, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard you say that.

“Don’t be like that.” He answered and turned his back on you to take off his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders.

He sat down against the headboard and you could sense that he glanced at you.

“What makes you say that Y/n?” He asked, sighing as you both just stopped shouting and arguing, not wanting to start all over again.

”Y/n?” He repeated after you gave him no answer.

“I saw her earlier” You mumbled.

“And?” Trent pushed and you sat upright, pulling the duvet over your legs.

”Oh come on Trent, what are the odds that I’m seeing her the night after we just met again?” You mocked and turned to face him, he gave you a look filled with despair.

”Did you see her right before I came here?” You challenged and he nodded, giving you all the answers you needed.

“Wait Y/n!” He said but his voice faded as soon as you got up from the bed, angry as you were, to go sleep in his guest room. You felt disgusted if he had fucked her in the same bed as you were about to sleep in, especially after you’ve just sorted things out with him.

Little did you know you were all wrong.

Trent stayed in his room after you stormed out, thinking there’s no use to fight now when it’s almost midnight. He couldn’t fall asleep and neither could you. He felt uneasy and knew that it’ll take a lot for you to believe him when he’s going to tell the truth.

He hated that he lost your trust after he lied to you last year, it makes you second guess everything he had said to you tonight. It still hurts for the both of you, but it was Trent’s fault. It’s always been his fault, his fault for not accepting your love, his fault for slowly letting you go while you so passionately loved him. But now at this point, it’s your fault for falling in love with him.

You were curled up in a ball in the guest bed, crying. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, and it was the same for Trent.

He couldn’t resist it anymore, he needed to be in your presence.

Trent got up from his bed and walked towards the guest room, he got to the door and opened it slowly. He heard you crying softly and lied down beside you. You felt his warmth next to you and he crawled up closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. You cried even more when you felt his touch, and he couldn’t help but cry too when he saw what he’d done to you.

“I really do hate you” You sobbed and turned to face him in the dark, then burying your head into his chest and Trent felt your tears on his bare skin.

“I know baby, but try get some sleep now and we’ll talk in the morning okay?” He whispered, his voice almost cracking. He tried his best to not fall apart beside you, but he failed. You could hear him exhale sharply against your skin.

“Goodnight T” You whispered as you felt yourself getting closer to falling asleep.

You woke up, Trent and you laying entwined in each other's arms. He was breathing slowly and it made you feel like you could fall asleep again just to be close to him.

It was Sunday and a cold one too, you could see the foggy window behind the blinds.

Trent started moving and you noticed he was just about to wake up, so you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep, just for fun.

You could hear him yawning then it was all quiet again. As your eyes were closed, you felt a soft peck on your cheek making you blush, oh how you have missed him. But hadn’t forgotten about last night, the small smile on your face disappeared.

You changed into your own clothes after sleeping in Trent’s shirt, it smelt like him and you wanted to keep it but that would make you want him even more.

Trent POV

Trent didn’t know if it was right to kiss her cheek, but he couldn’t hold himself back. Having Y/n in his presence after all these months makes him realise what a mistake he made. He has tried to not care, to move on but he can’t let her go. He’s tried for so long, but the thought of her never leave his mind and he knows that it will take a lot for Y/n to forgive him.

She was the only one who could lead him to love and now Trent wants her to know the truth about the other woman but she’ll never believe him, at least that’s what Trent thinks.

He could hear her humming walking down the stairs and he knew it was too early to speak about what he wanted to say because it’s now or never. Y/n could walk out of the front door at any moment.

When you got down the stairs you could see Trent standing in the kitchen, he turned around slowly to meet your eyes. Yours were red and puffy from last night’s mess.

You awkwardly nodded your head with your lips pouted and stood there, not knowing what to do. You wanted to leave, you felt like that was the best thing to do because you and Trent were done, or so you thought.

“Trent I’m going to leave now” You spoke and broke the silence as you waited for his response you made your way to the door before he uttered.

“Wait Y/n I still need to talk to you” He said and left the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks and let out a sigh, hoping this back and forth shit would be over now.

“I’m tired Trent” You bluntly said.

“Please just listen to what I have to say”

“I don’t want to lose you again” Trent added and you went to sit down by his couch. You wanted to laugh at him because of his audacity to say something like that when it was him himself who lost you.

“What you said last night wasn’t true, I haven’t fucked any girl in those sheets you were going to sleep in. I would never do that to you” He explained and you tried so hard to believe him, so you just stayed quiet while he was talking.

“But you were right, she was here before you-“ He continued until you cut him off.

“Fine, that’s all I need to know” You mocked, but you could see Trent getting frustrated with you and he started to lose his patience, running his hands over his face.

“For fuck’s sake Y/n please just fucking listen to me” He snapped, giving you a warning look from across the room.

“We talked and I told her that I couldn’t see her anymore, because I can’t let you go” He revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, that doesn’t change anything about what you did though” You shrugged and he looked at you now with more anger in his eyes, it made him think that it was impossible to win back your heart again.

“I should leave” You ended and got up from his couch, you walk past him but he stopped you. You looked at him, confused.

“I’m not done yet” Trent pushed and held your hands, you got lost in your eyes and it reminded you why you fell for him.

“I’m sorry for what I did Y/n, I really am.” He whispered and his voice softened. You could see tears forming in his eyes which made you want to cry too, you hated to see him cry. He took a deep breath before speaking again, you were still holding his hands.

“You genuinely make me a happier and better person and when I’m with you I feel something I’ve never felt before. And without you I’m nothing” Trent expressed. What he said made your tears fall from your eyes, you never knew he felt like this. What he said was beautiful, you took him into your arms and hugged him while rubbing his back.

“I believe you Trent” You whispered and cried, accepting his truth that you doubted so much.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with her because I came to the conclusion that I love you Y/n. I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me, I promise you I’ll be here for you forever” Trent cried and dried your tears off your cheeks.

“Forever?” You asked.

“Forever.” He promised.

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A few hours later Trent walked you home, making sure you get home safe as he used to do before. It will take strength to forgive him fully but you believe he’ll change after his mistakes. Perhaps sometimes you have to kiss the wrong man to know what’s right, in your case you did. You kissed Lucas in the club after seeing Trent, wishing the old feelings for him would vanish but they didn’t.

At that moment you knew, that your heart couldn’t let go of Trent…

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Intoxicating Admiration

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“Short breathes a whisper, and everythings new. Your still thoughts, cant walk.” — Where The Night Ends by Together Pangea

SMUT ONE SHOT - MDNI | 18+ ONLY

Notes: Wrote this a long time ago and I revised it like 2 times so… sorry for the repeated words and stuff :)

Also, the song reader sings is the one I linked at the beginning! You don’t have to listen to it but yk…

Summary: Running from the police, Billy finds himself hiding in a grunge bar, unsure of what to do next. He decides to stay for a little while longer and as he watches your band's performance, He is instantly drawn to you.

Billy's attempt to rob a gas station had gone wrong. The adrenaline pumping through his body kept him going for a while, but soon his legs gave out and he was forced to stop. On the run, he approached a strange bar that looked grunge and worn-out. But he had nowhere else to go, so he snuck inside to hide from the police and plan his next move.

Billy felt out of place in this dark and messy-looking bar, not used to its laid-back atmosphere compared to typical barn-looking ones. He'd been here for almost an hour and couldn't think of a good reason to stay. Even though the police were probably no longer searching for him, something was telling him to stay.

Everyone was watching him, some checking him out while others judging his cowboy-looking attire, but he didn't care. He was drowning in his regrets. It was all caused because he chose to get involved with those bikers, and now he was living off of stolen money. He hated it, hated his life, his choices, and himself. But it was too late to make things right, he was too deep in it now.

Out of sheer frustration, Billy blurted out "What do you want?" when someone stared at him.

The sudden outburst sent them jumping away, startled. After that, Billy sighed and ordered another scotch. His thoughts were plagued by doubt and uncertainty. He couldn't figure out how he'd get back home, how he'd pay off his debt with the bikers, or what to do with his life. He was overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness and just wanted to forget it all with alcohol.

Billy was too immersed in his thoughts to notice the subtle change in the lighting, or how the other people in the bar were focused on the stage. The loud electric guitars pierced his ears, drawing his attention toward the stage. He turned his face with annoyance and confusion, trying to make sense of what was happening. The bar was no longer a casual, laid-back environment, but a scene for a performance.

You started playing your guitar abruptly as the cues for the song came in. Your fingers moved gracefully and fluidly to the beats of your bandmates, weaving an intricate mesh of rhythm and melody. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, filled with equal parts of anxiety and excitement as you knew your turn to sing was just a few moments away. You needed to put on a good performance, for the sake of the band and your reputation.

“Your long stares. You don't care. I know you want to. Short breathes a whisper.”

Billy was unsure how to react. Alternative music wasn't his thing, it was too loud and too chaotic. But there was something about the vocalist that captivated him. He couldn't quite explain it - it was as if the sound of your voice and your presence lured him in, taking control of his senses. The sight was addictive, intoxicating, and beautiful. Billy felt a strange tug inside him, urging him closer and closer, and for some reason, he couldn't resist.

Billy grabbed his scotch and navigated through the crowd, pushing people out of his way in a desperate effort to get as close as possible to the stage. The lure of the vocalist was overpowering and he had to get closer, even if it meant trampling on other people. The scotch was the only thing helping him maintain his composure, but all the alcohol in the world couldn't stop his mind from spinning and his heart from pounding.

As the lights change color and intensity, you suddenly notice an unfamiliar face in the crowd. The man is staring at you with a passionate, adoring look, his gaze fixed on you. You're not sure if it's your actual self or your performance persona, but you decide to wink at the cowboy-looking fella, encouraging the admiration. You keep on singing, your voice echoing through the entire bar, but you can't help but be aware of his presence, the intensity of his stare, and the heat his gaze is bringing.

“I wanna have you. Tell me where the night ends.”

Once you winked at Billy he felt so intoxicated, so much that the rest of the world faded. His vision was clouded, and he could see nothing but you. Every movement was hypnotic, and the vocals were perfect. Your voice was calling him, calling him to get closer, and no matter how much he fought it, it overpowered him.

You saw him, and you loved the reaction he had toward you. You couldn't help but smile and shake your head lightly, trying to dismiss him. However, his presence was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. You took a deep breath and belted out the high note, hoping it would catch his attention. But instead of looking at him, you focused on the performance, giving it your all. Despite wanting to acknowledge his admiration, you couldn't afford to lose focus on your performance.

As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted in cheers, their energy and excitement overflowing. You took the microphone and named the band once again, acknowledging the crowd for their support. However, amidst the celebrating and revelry, the mysterious man remained still, his eyes never swaying from you, his gaze fixed and intense.

After the show, you gathered some of your equipment and started cleaning up, but one of your bandmates stopped you in your tracks. "Hey, go get a drink, you deserve it. I'll pay." You wanted to say no, but after the demanding performance and the pressure of trying to impress the cowboy guy, you accepted. Walking to the bar section, your mind wandered back to that man with the intense gaze.

As you turned your head to the right Billy approached you with confidence, settling himself in the seat next to you. His face was full of a sense of determination and conviction as if he'd been waiting for this very moment.

"Hey," he said, as his gaze bore into you, searching for a reaction. "Would you mind if I join you for a drink?"

The way he looked at you instantly sparked a flicker of excitement deep within you. "Sure," you replied with a calm smirk on your face, playing it cool.

“I loved your performance.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it," you added, your eyes never leaving him for a second. In this moment, he was all you could see.

The details of his appearance, from his bruised knuckles to the way his veiny hands played with the rim of the glass, stirred up something inside you. Your head was wondering about the possibility of what those hands could do, and you were overcome with temptation. The intensity of the heat he was radiating made it impossible to stay seated, and your body was beckoning you to be closer to him.

I'm Billy," he introduced, extending his hand towards you. You shook it, your fingers brushing against his, and felt an electric current run through you. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his bruised knuckles, wondering about the story behind them.

You introduced yourself back, your voice low and sultry, matching his intensity. You took a sip from your drink and gestured towards your bandmates. "We usually hang out here after the show, care to join us?"

The heat of his breath hit you, bringing a shiver to your spine. He leaned even closer, his face just inches away from yours. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, and something about the intensity of this encounter was drawing you closer.

He spoke in a soft yet commanding tone. "I'd love to. But I prefer spending some time alone with you if you don't mind…”

The way he leaned in made you catch your breath, and his words just added to the intensity of the situation. Your mind was going a mile a minute, trying to process what his words meant. You played dumb as if you didn't know exactly what he was implying. You sipped your drink for another moment, hoping to calm your nerves and not appear too flustered.

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, acting innocent as you raised an eyebrow.

His gaze was intense, his words low and seductive, bringing a shiver down your spine. You could feel the heat of his body so close to yours.

"It means that I find you irresistible," he said, his voice rumbling through you. "I want to know more about you without prying eyes." He raised his glass to his lips, taking another sip, but his eyes were never leaving yours.

You felt your heart race at his words, a flush spreading across your cheeks. "You know, I'm not sure that's such a good idea," you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, but you had to be cautious.

He spoke in a soft yet commanding whisper that made you tremble from the intensity. "Let me show you a good time," he murmured, sending shivers through your body. You were powerless in this moment, swept up by the passion and overwhelming attraction you felt for him.

The heat and tension were overwhelming, and the adrenaline rushed through you as everything unfolded quickly. Before you knew it, you found yourself in the backseat of your car, with Billy next to you. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of forbidden desire and overwhelming chemistry, creating a steamy and passionate atmosphere.

Billy spread, comfortable in the backseat of your car as he looked at you. He was relaxed and confident, but something about the atmosphere still felt forbidden and naughty. His words were flirtatious, with a hint of arrogance, but his tone was teasing and playful. "I don't bite,"

“But what if I want you to?” Your teasing response took things to the next level. It was a simple, yet charged statement, making him wonder just how desperate you were for anything he'd do.

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer, finally giving in to his desire to kiss you. Your bodies were pressed into each other, skin against skin, as the heat and intensity of the moment swelled and surged between you. His kisses were passionate and demanding, leaving your lips tingling. As he sucked and bit into your lower lip, you could feel the sting mixed with the rush of pleasure coursing through your body.

His rough hands gently grazed your neck, not too tightly but firmly enough to leave a lasting impression. The light choking sensation only added to the intensity of the connection.

"You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat," Billy murmured.

With shaking hands, you tugged at his belt buckle, desperate to feel his heat against your fingertips. As you pulled his pants down, his cock sprung free, twitching in anticipation. It was even bigger and thicker than you imagined, and your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

You leaned in closer, taking in his musky scent as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, tasting the mixture of pre-cum and salty skin. With each passing moment, you took more of him into your mouth, savoring the feel of his hardness against your softness.

Your hands roamed over his thighs, up his abdomen, and finally rested on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat against your palms. His hips bucked forward, pushing his cock deeper into your throat, and you gagged slightly before pulling back to catch your breath.

With a lustful growl, he reached down and gripped your hair, pulling your head back towards his cock. "Suck it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. You complied, taking him deeper into your throat, bobbing your head up and down as you worked him.

You could feel his length throbbing in your mouth, his desire pulsing through you. His hands were in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat. You could feel him twitching, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Billy's breath hitched, and he groaned, his hips bucking against your mouth. "Fuck, you're good at this," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've never had anyone suck me off like this before."

With a moan of pleasure, you pulled back slightly, your eyes never leaving Billy's. His cock twitched in anticipation as he gripped your wrists tightly with his belt. You couldn't help but grin, the feeling of being restrained only adding to the excitement.

"Please," You whispered around his hardness. "Do it." You begged, your voice shaky with desire. With that, Billy pushed your wrists together even tighter, the leather digging into your skin. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure you felt as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your mouth.

You sucked harder, taking him as far down your throat as you could. His hips pounded against your face, the slapping sound echoing in the car. Slowly, he pulled your head back, releasing your mouth from him.

Billy’s hand closed around the leather belt that encircled your wrist. With a swift tug, he pulled you closer to him, the rough texture of the belt against your bare skin sending shivers down your spine.

As he sat you on his lap, his hard cock, already leaking precum, rubbed against your entrance. You could feel the heat emanating from it, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable.

He spat into his hands, the saliva glistening in the dim light. With rough fingers, he spread the moisture around your entrance, preparing you for his entry. You arched your back instinctively, begging for him to take you.

Finally, he positioned himself, his cockhead teasing. With a forceful thrust, he pushed inside you, filling you up in one swift motion. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, your body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. His hips pounded against your back, driving him deeper with each passing second.

“Your thighs are shaking so much,” Billy added.

You couldn't help but laugh, your body still adjusting to the sensation of him inside you. "I can't help it," you panted. "It's been a while since I've been fucked this hard."

Billy's hips pounded harder, his thrusts growing more demanding. Each time he pushed into you, the sensation was overwhelming. You gripped the seat, your nails digging into the rough fabric, as you arched your back, begging for more.

Your breath hitched as you watched him, his eyes locked onto yours. His voice was thick with lust as he groaned, "You feel so good. I'm not going to last much longer."

"Don't stop," you whispered, your voice shaking with desire. "I want you to come inside me."

The words sent a jolt of excitement through him, and he thrust into you harder. His cock throbbed inside you, filling you to the brim. With a primal roar, Billy let himself go, emptying himself inside you.

"Damn, that was good," Billy panted, his breath ragged as he pulled out of you. You could feel the stickiness of his come between your legs, the evidence of your passion.

You grinned, your heart racing. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, your voice low and sultry. "But I think it's time for me to go."

“No,” Billy wrapped his arms around you, his body leaning into you as his lips kissed your back. The way he held you was comforting and protective, but there was also a sense of possessive desire in his behavior.

“How about we go back to my place?”

It was clearly what Billy was trying to do. His question brought you back to reality, and the urge to be alone with him for the rest of the night overtook you. You wanted to go with him, to be with him, to be his, at least for the whole night.

“Fine.”

The heat and excitement of the moment had passed, but the passion and desire remained. You quickly changed back into your clothes, adjusting them as best as you could. Billy followed your example, getting himself ready as he sat next to you in the passenger seat.

“Good,” He leaned in again, pressing his lips against yours, taking control of the situation. That single kiss was an indication of what was to come.

“because I’m not done with you.”

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angelst4re · 2 years

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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀

hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!

Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)

summary: in the request!

warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3

notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...

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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch.

“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you.

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup?

“Jace is being a-“

“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“

“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction.

“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table.

There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)

After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink.

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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem.

Your shower wasn’t working.

You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again.

You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea.

But that meant you only had one more option. Jace.

Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice.

You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!

As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-

“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head.

“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”

“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”

“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk.

“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him.

You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more.

Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist.

“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude.

“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor.

You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt.

He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you.

He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit.

“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out.

He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more.

Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance.

Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.

He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high.

“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close.

Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue.

You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with.

“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing.

He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest.

He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace.

“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head.

“What does what mean?”

“Everything you said, about being yours?”

Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment.

“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?”

“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”

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ddoxhan · 1 year

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prettiest to me

I'll write the melody, you write the words for me it might not be the prettiest, but it's the prettiest to me

word count : 2k words

genre : fluff & fluff; when minji wrote a melody and asks if you could write lyrics for it; minji's a simp for you; singer-songwriter! minji x uni student! fem! reader

t/w : slightly suggestive(?) ig (idk how to do this we ride or die)

a/n : to commemorate the ending of pr stunt by @silantryoo, here's a minji oneshot to thank bestie silan on making me squeal at 3am with this smau, it was a wonderful journey and I still can't believe it ended :') this marks my first nwjns fics :3 plot has nothing to do with pr stunt and I wrote this in one sitting so there might be errors or just weird flow since I didn't proofread enjoy !!

"babe! come down for a minute!"

"what is it? I'm a little busy with my assignments."

"that can wait, I'm more important here."

"well, you aren't wrong."

just as you reach the foot of the stairs, you don't seem to see your girlfriend anywhere in sight. that's when you figured she was in her mini recording studio. she would always be there if it wasn't the garden, which is her favorite spot for handling her work.

"so, how may I help you, my dearest minji?"

you weren't sure why she needed you in here, when you made it a fact that you weren't exactly musically gifted with that time you tried to serenade her but failed miserably (you practiced real hard and she appreciated your efforts).

"can you cook up some lyrics for this melody I wrote?"

"me? are you sure that's okay? I mean hanni would be able to create a masterpiece with your melodies, better than I could ever."

"sure she can, but this is for us. I write the melody, and you write the words."

"umm, okay? don't expect too much out of it though."

it would be a lie that minji didn't have a slightest expectation because she knew you had a way with your words. that was one of the reasons why she fell for you, amongst hundreds of them. utmost of all, you treat her real good, like she's your world and your one and only, which isn't wrong at all. you do love her more than yourself, and you don't mind throwing yourself in front of a truck for her (which had her smacking you on the back when you told her that).

as much as you don't enter her studio, there was only one chair and of course, it was already taken by the owner. minji saw how your eyes were searching for an extra one, so she just put her hands over your waist before pulling you over onto her lap.

the slight red tint on your ears doesn't go unnoticed by her, making her heart swell at the fact that you still burn bright red whenever she gets intimate. despite being together for years, you still do, and that reassures her that you feel the same for her, just as she does for you.

"I c-could have just gotten another chair from the kitchen."

"yeah, but I like it this way."

minji snakes her arms around your waist, giving you her signature cheeky smile, which you have a love-hate relationship with. it's just so annoying, but endearing because you love her. all you could do is role your eyes at it and pretend you don't like it.

she leans forward to get her earphones before handing you one side, putting the other into her own ear. with a click on the space bar, the melody she had just finished perfecting flowed out in the earphones.

with every stroke of the electric guitar, you found yourself lost in her eyes, and same goes to her. it made you feel so nostalgic as you reminisce the moments you shared with minji. the first time you met her, all the dates you went to, all the hours you spent staring at her eyes more than the scenery, all the times you said 'I love you' (that were three times in total of the 3 years you've been together for).

you just knew, this wasn't just some typical love song. it was your love song. yours only to listen to, which made you so sure, that you were going to spend the rest of your life with this girl in front of you, kim minji.

it made you feel loved by her, and also made you realize how madly in love you were with her. so this was why she insisted on you writing the lyrics. you didn't know how only just a melody could make you feel this way. god are you smitten by kim minji.

"min, you're a genius."

"are you sure? I'm pretty sure you literally just called me an idiot two days ago."

"I take it back, you're a bitter meanie."

"hey! you can't blame me for having good memory."

your glare seemed so 'intimidating', minji couldn't help but crack a smile at your attempt at being scary. and you followed suit, weak at how her lips would curl up and her eyes folding into crescents.

"you're adorable."

"don't think you're off the hook just because you call me cute."

"didn't think of that but yes, you are cute and I love you too."

she leans forward to steal a kiss on your lips, smiling sweetly at you as she stares into your eyes again. knowing the effect she had on you, minji purposely did so because it was fun to see you flustered, which makes you a thousand times cuter than you already are (minji's words not mine).

and she was absolutely accurate with how the red tint on your ears prolong and your gaze fall to the ground.

"so how was the melody? what makes you say I'm a genius just hearing that?"

you glance over at minji, full of curiosity and anticipation, as if she doesn't know how that melody just made you fall for her further.

"because that screamed 'I love you and no one else'? you just made me remember the feeling of being in love with you, baby."

to be honest, minji's heard countless 'I love you's' and 'baby's' in her entire career. but when it comes from you, it makes her heart flutter and all giggly like a lovesick schoolgirl. she too, remembers when you spell it out for her.

the feeling of being in love, and specifically with you. she could never forget how she fell for you. it wasn't love at first sight, but she did realize she was in love with you at a particular moment. that moment you smiled at her as you pulled her along by her wrist to the arcade. she didn't know what it was, but that endearing smile that tugged perfectly on your lips led her to offer you her heart.

and it was the same smile minji loved seeing every day, the smile you only showed when it came to her. you could very well call it 'minji-exclusive smile' and your friends would 100% agree because there was just a different glint in your eyes and a higher tug against your lips when it was for her. dani mentioned that and was so supportive of you two while hanni gives you her signature side eye. (she secretly likes you two together because you treat her bestie well and vice versa)

"now that you say it, I guess it does sound like that. well then I believe you have your inspiration right there."

"of being in love you?"

"yes, that, and us. this is our song, so it's about us, our love."

"I suppose I can start from there."

you still can't get used to minji using the word 'love' so easily, rolling off her tongue like it meant nothing. but you knew she means it every single time she stares into your eyes, saying it with utmost warmth. she makes you feel at home, as you are wrapped up in her arms. although you two are cotton candy clouds most of the time, there will always be times where you two bicker and argue over something unimportant just like other couples out there. even so, voices are never raised and what more physical.

it was an agreement made at the start of your relationship and it was never once broken, which made you love minji more than you thought you could ever. your previous relationship begged to differ, so you were honestly afraid to start another one. yet this girl in front of you showed you that you were worth every drop of love she could offer, every kiss you shared, every night you spent cuddling with her. the list could go on and on, and she would still have so much to give to you because you deserve it.

"then there's that. now you can attend to your assignments, but make sure to be down here later for dinner."

minji squinted her eyes at you, making you look away as you remember how you used to starve yourself just to finish your thesis. all that was past you when you moved in to live with her. of course it was when she'd make you meals so you never skip, and being the stubborn person she is, she makes sure you finish it. (minji treats you like a kid but she does so because you do act like one at times, and she's not complaining since she loves taking care of you)

"okay, mom."

you lift yourself off from her lap to get back to whatever you were working on, but as you did, she pulled you back down. what she does next catches you so off guard, you push her away, running out of the studio before she can see how you're about to explode from embarrassment.

"I don't think you suck your mom's lips off, do you?"

to top it off, she puts her lips near your ears and whispered, extremely seductively. her breath tickled and lingered against your skin in the best way possible. you couldn't deny though, you quite literally sucked her lips off the other time you spent the last friday movie night, making out with the movie just playing on in the background. if someone were to ask you about that movie, you were sure you aren't going to be able to tell them what it was about. you apologized to her after the session when you saw how red and swollen her lips when you two finally got out of it. (your lips weren't any better either)

"I hate you."

"thanks babe, I love you too."

you were pouting as you made your way back upstairs, but was stopped by your beloved girlfriend before you could take a seat to continue your assignment. minji threw her arms over your shoulder, hugging you from the back as you refuse to look at her. she loves teasing you because you just give her the best reactions, and it's become a routine.

"if you keep teasing me, I'm not writing the lyrics."

"what's that gotta do with the lyrics? you promised, and remember, no breaking promises."

"that's up to me."

folding your arms across your chest, you turn your head to the left because minji leaned forward to look at you from the right.

"babe."

"what?"

just as you turn your head back to the right, kim minji once again steals another peck on your lips. if she thinks she can get you to stop being 'angry' at her with this, she is absolutely right. (she just knows you too well, and also because she knows you love her very much)

when she notices the way your lips become less pouty, minji tightens the hug as she buries her head in the crook of your neck. she takes a seat on the chair with her still hugging onto you like a bear, mumbling against your skin, sending shivers down your spine (in a good way).

"don't be angry with me."

"I'm not..."

when clingy minji shows up, you just know you can never win against her.

"you will write the lyrics right?"

"of course, I made a promise. and I'll make it the prettiest in the world so you won't be disappointed."

"if it's written by you, I'll love it no matter what. you can write me a nursery rhyme, and I'd give you a nobel prize."

her jokes never fail to crack you up, as if her sense of humor was built to match yours. she never fails to amaze you every single day you wake up to seeing her by your side, soundly asleep. minji used to suffer a lot from insomnia but from the day you slept by her side, there wasn't a single night she spent awake.

"whatever you write, I just know it's gonna be the best. even if you think it may not be the prettiest, it's the prettiest to me."

"you're the prettiest to me."

#minji #kim minji #newjeans #newjeans fluff #newjeans imagines #newjeans scenarios #newjeans x reader #new jeans x reader #minji x reader #Spotify

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Yall im bored and i have dol brainrot. Here u go random mostly sfw headcanons. Most of them are just jokes btw don't take this seriously. Beware i am not dol master so If something is inaccurate pls dont crucify me. Request open btw

Includes: what kind of music they lisen, random stuff they do, ect.

I used they/them for both PC and love intrests so some of those sentences were a hell to write

Tw: me going crazy over Avery (i have issues, pls if what I wrote was weird, just close your eyes and idk explode irl idc)

Random DOL headcanons

Kylar

IM FUCKING CONVINCED that this owl plushy that they give to PC has a camera inside. Im not sure if thats mensioned in game AND I didnt see anyone talk about this. But this dude litteraly says "make sure to put it somewhere high so it can protect you/watch you over" (im not 100% sure what they said but it was along those lines)

Wants to have matching black nails with PC

If their heart wouldnt beat so fast everytime PC gets close to them, Kylar acually would OFTEN fall asleep on PC's lap or shoulder (especially in school)

If s/o is afab, Kylar is defnitly into period sex

Had a huge zombie phase and has whole plan (in details) about how and what to do in case of zombie apocalypse acually happening (and they would acually lighten up if PC mensions anything about zombies, Kylar will talk about them whole night!)

Average phonk listener

Sidney

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night after nighmares and wishes PC would be there

High purity sindey will nervously figet with cross-neckace everytime they have lewd thoughts about PC

Overthinker

Sometimes when they pray together he pretends to have eyes closed but they acually look at PC cuz omg love, you look stunning

Watched Barbie with PC (liked it very much)

Lisens to Mitski

Pure Sydney cried after lisening to cupcake songs

Great Hawk

Dude is a simp

Loves when PC has flowers in their hair, and please give them some too!

If PC praises hawk when they give PC expensive objects (jewellery, wallets, purses ect) this harpy guy/gal will call them "little crow"😭 cuz from Hawks perspective thats how it looked like- they find wife, wife sad, they give shiny, wife happy.

(Alr guys this one is a 50/50 cuz im not sure if harpys have hands? Or just wings?) He discovered hand holding and now he wants to hold PC hand all the time!! But his claws sharp so be careful

Likes when PC has colorful hair

Sounds of Forest and other birds (and bird-people) are only sounds he music he needs 🦅

Got scared bcs there was a rock/metal music concert in city and it was loud and he was very upset

Eden

Dude wants to have kids so bad😭😭

Very tall!

If Pc is tiny/short, this guy/gal will pick them up with one hand and just carry PC back to their home

PLEASE kiss their old scars, and complement them! Eden doesnt really like how they look (they are not insecure but they just dont find time to pamper themselfs and look all fancy)

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night with cold sweat and checks if PC is still there

Conteplated if plant people are eatable

Hates deep water

Will say "I dont lisen to music" and then gets judged by PC and me. ( he enjoys some romantic old songs, i guess he likes Micheal Jackson? Maybe the ink spots??Idk)

Avery

Dude just wants to have good reputation😭😭 and nice looking PC

Tbh I would enjoy Avery-dad-figure content😭 like PC just doing all this stuff just to be accepted by some guy that could be their dad😭 their are fatherless afterall😭. Like hear me out PC just craving platonic love from this dude while he just wants to smash😓 (tbh he is not always doing sexuall stuff, sometimes he just vibes)

Pls dude is like 40 wtf is he doing with his life

*in car* "I swear PC if you say anything more about kpop im leaving you in forest"

Lisens to chrismas music😭

Ivory

Dude ate a squirrel once

I wanna cuddle them

Pls they look wet and cold, give them a nice towel and later blanket

Definitely got scared by their own reflection in mirror once

Can talk to animals

Lisens to gothic music

Likes bugs (months, Beatles, bees)

Alex

Dude lisens to Pitbull while working at farm

Picks PC up and throws them on hay piles for fun

Alex and Remy should settle this beef for good, they both should do kahoot about farm animal knowlage and no more "no its my farm not yours!" Bullshit

Watches soap opera when bored

Wears cowboys hats

Ginger

Leninghton

Rizzing up people twice younger than him (hes like 40 or something)

Enjoys board games and omg he loves card games

Hes probably married tbh

Has reddit account😔

The photos he takes in classes? He sells them

He and Bailey should kiss in meat grinder for beating PC ass for no reason🤩😍

#dol #dol great hawk #dol avery #dol kylar #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #kylar the loner #dol x reader #eden the hunter #dol eden #ivory wraith #alex the farmhand #dol ivory wraith #dol alex

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bots-and-cons · 1 year

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scenario request for tfp!soundwave and a human!s/o!

s/o is trying to get soundwave to take a break from his busy work by trying to figure out if he has any hobbies they can do instead

(and if he doesn't, then s/o tries to introduce some human pastimes to him!)

I do like this idea, but Idk if I wrote it very well, because I'm not really putting much effort into this unfortunately. Tbh, I have no interest in writing atm. It's not just for this request or for this blog, I just don't feel like writing anything, I have no inspiration or motivation. I really wanted to get this out though. I was initially planning to do a scenario for this, but I couldn’t put it together coherently, so HCs it is, sorry

•Soundwave doesn’t have anything he’d count as a hobby, nor does he really have time for things like that

•Because I don’t think digital identity theft really counts, even if he does it for fun

•When you one day ask him if he has any hobbies, he thinks about it for a moment before just shaking his helm and turning his attention back to his work

•You decide he needs a hobby so you start asking him what kind of hobbies he might be interested in

•You know he likes music so maybe something to do with that?

•You show him a few apps he could use to make music, but it turns out he’s more into listening to it than making it himself

•Then you think about something that might be a bit out there for him, but you still think it’s a good idea anyway

•You suggest gardening to him, he doesn’t really have a good idea of what that includes, but he agrees that he can try it

•It’s just something to do with plants, right? That couldn’t be too difficult, right?

•You go to pick up some soil, tools, pots, seeds and flowers you can plant in a couple of bigger pots

•You drag it all to the Nemesis with Knockout’s help, since you had him take you to get them

•You take all the stuff to Soundwave’s habsuite and go get him to see what you brought

•You show Soundwave how to repot some of the flowers and urge him to try it too

•Soundwave just figures that if it makes you happy, he’ll do it, he didn’t expect to actually really like it

•You plant some tomato seeds and a lot of different flowers

•Soundwave finds the whole process relaxing and pretty nice

•His habsuite happens to be one of the only ones with a window, since it’s on the side of the Nemesis

•So he can keep the plants in front of the window so they can get sunlight

•He keeps a keen optic on the plants, and he takes very good care of them

•In a few months you get to eat some fresh tomatoes and he has a ton of plants everywhere

•He also got those sunlamp things for the plants that aren’t in the natural light all the time

•Who knows how he got them, probably has something to do with his little collection of stolen credit card numbers from his other “hobby” if you can even call it that

•Soundwave is really invested in watching the plants grow and blossom, and he finds taking care of them to be calming

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #soundwave #tfp headcanons #reader insert #transformers x reader #tfp x reader

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mountsies · 2 years

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proud of you

mason mount x reader

summary: after receiving man of the match again, your daughter is more than proud of her dad.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, none at all just fluff, stepdad!mason word count: 1,6k a/n: i wrote this after the last match and i think is a little rushed but i hope you guys enjoy it! feedback is always appreciated!! <3

A big bright smile enlightened your face when you heard the final whistle blow coming from the TV. You felt a wave of relief mixed with happiness, although the game ended with a great win from Chelsea, you couldn’t relax until the referee put an end to it. Mason again had an amazing performance, giving his life on the pitch and scoring two goals that made him Man of the Match once again, for the third time in a row.

You felt your heart swell in pride, no words could describe how happy and proud you were for him. Seeing him happy on the pitch, assisting his mates and scoring goals was something that always made you more enamored by him, his love for what he did was probably the thing that you admired the most in him.

“Daddy won again!” In her blue Chelsea jersey, Maya exclaimed in pure happiness, her smile as big and bright too, the same as yours.

She had been over the moon with so much pride for her daddy over the last week, not missing one match and always chanting Mason’s name when he appeared on the screen. When Mason returned from Italy she managed to stay awake until he got home later at dawn, refusing to sleep until she could tell how proud she was of him.

“Yes baby, he did.” You beamed at her when she leaned closer to you, her big eyes looking up at you.

“Can we eat ice cream to celebrate?” She asked with a grin, batting her eyelashes when she rested her chin on your arm.

You let out a laugh slip past your lips and shook your head slightly, bumping her nose with your middle finger. “Maybe after dinner, alright honey?” You stroked her hair and she just smiled nodding.

“We can have vanilla ice cream, daddy likes it a lot.” She rumbled whilst coming down from the sofa, smiling at you before squatting down to pay attention to her toys now.

You felt your heart warming at her words, she always made sure to make small notes about what Mason liked or disliked ever since she started spending more time with him. Their bonding was only getting stronger and that was something that you would always cherish.

After chatting a bit more with Maya you got up from the sofa deciding to start preparing your dinner, since you had the idea to make homemade pizza because it was Mason’s favorite and after today he deserved it. You knew it was gonna take some time until everything was finished, so you put some music on your phone and started getting some ingredients you needed, always taking glances to the living room to watch your girl. The time passed and Maya even came to help you in the kitchen, both of you having fun and dancing together whilst cooking. Moments like these you wanted to memorize forever.

The sound of and engineer turning off outside was enough to catch your daughter’s attention and she climbed down the stool with you helping her, and when the door opened and Mason’s figure come into vision she ran straight to him, and he had time only to let his bag on the floor before catching her in his arms on a big hug.

“Daddy, you did really good today!” She smiled at him, her small arms wrapped around his neck.

Mason’s smile was bright and illuminated his whole face, you felt your stomach flutter when his eyes locked on yours. His big brown eyes shone with so much happiness that you could feel and notice from a distance, your heart warming at how happy he was.

“Thank you, baby.” He left a kiss on her temple and stroked her hair fondly, “Did you enjoy watching the match today?”

“Yes! It was so cool when you scored that goal,” Maya exclaimed, her eyes shining in adoration when she responded. “Mummy and I screamed so loud!” She imitated exactly how you two had done earlier while watching the game and that got laughs from all three of you.

Mason grinned and Maya nodded her head smiling. “Well, I guess you two were really happy.”

“Mummy said we can have ice cream to celebrate!” Again Maya batted her eyelashes at you with her sweet smile as you raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms.

“I said maybe, miss.” You walked closer to them, poking her cheek when she pouted. Mason just snorted when he alternated looking between you and Maya.

“Please?” She joined both of her hands and gave you the best puppy eyes that all of you knew you couldn’t deny a thing to her.

You sighed defeated after thinking for ten seconds and just nodded your head, “Okay we can have ice cream after dinner.” Maya squealed in Mason’s arms clapping her hands in happiness and making you both laugh at her cuteness. “Go pick up your toys then we can eat, okay?” You caressed her strands as she nodded.

Maya gave Mason a quick kiss on the cheek before he squatted down and put her on the floor, and after your eyes followed her to the living room, you turned to look at Mason again and he was already beaming at you. Not wasting time your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rested on your waist before hugging you tight, his breathing tickling your neck as your hands played with the strands of his growing hair.

“Congratulations on your win, babe.” You mumbled with a smile, feeling him sighing in content in your embrace. You pulled away slightly just to study his face, his beautiful smile and the look in his eyes making your heart race in your chest. Leaning closer you felt his lips brushing on yours before kissing you passionately, his tongue roaming past your lower lip and you felt your knees weak. “I’m so proud of you. We’re so proud of you.” One of your hands came to stroke his face.

“Thank you,” He said smiling, his cheeks blushing a little at your words and your smile only got bigger. No matter how many years you were together, Mason still blushed when you complimented him. “Did you enjoy the game too?”

“Yes, you know I love watching you play,” You pecked his lips again, his hands now stroking your waist. “You were amazing today as always. Maya was over the moon with that goal, she almost fell from the sofa celebrating.” Mason tipped his head back whilst laughing and you did the same when you remember how it happened.

“I’m glad I made my girls happy.” He pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth before catching your lips on another passionate kiss, his hands stroking your back when you sighed in content in his embrace this time.

You both spent some minutes just exchanging some kisses and sweet words before your bubble was interrupted by Maya complaining that she was hungry, so you let Mason go change into more comfortable clothes than his tracksuit while you and Maya set the table so the three of you could eat dinner.

You all chatted a little while eating, Maya always asking questions about the game to Mason that were more than happy to answer all of them. After having dinner, you let her have a bit of the ice cream she was craving since earlier that day and you yourself couldn’t resist having some too. The three of you agreed on watching a movie after dinner, Maya not giving a chance for you two to choose another movie rather than The Little Mermaid.

After twenty minutes into the movie, Maya was already half asleep on Mason’s lap. You were cuddled to his side, your hand stroking the strands of your daughter's hair. “I think we should bring her to the Bridge next game.” You whispered, catching his attention that was focused on the TV.

“Really? Do you think she will like it?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise, turning slightly to face you.

“She’ll love it Mase,” You raised your head to look better at him. “You know, she’s really proud of you.”

The smile on his face was full of adoration and the look in his eyes were pure love when he looked down and caressed Maya’s face, your chest swelling with so much love you could hold for both of them.

“I love her.” He whispered, enchanted by her features that looked so much like you.

“She loves you too.” You whispered back, your hand coming to stroke his cheek and his eyes found yours again.

No matter how much time passed you’d always feel weak on the knees when he looked at you, the butterflies on your stomach making an appearance whenever his eyes locked on yours.

“I love you,” He mumbled in a low voice, leaning closer to you.

And whenever he said those three words, your heart would trumble in your chest. Because you feel it, not just when he said it, but when he looked at you, when he touched and when he kissed you. That was something that you wanted to have forever in your life.

“I love you too.” Whispering back, you pressed your lips on his in a gentle but still full of love kiss.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #stepdad mason mount #dad mason mount #fluff #football imagine #football fanfic #chelsea fc #mm19 #mason mount with kids #chelasea imagine #mountsies

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 3 months

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I’m not the writing tips anon, but loved your tips!!! Any more detailed tips for outlining and editing? Generally I get stuck into both of this and can’t seem to know how to do it in a effective way. Have a good june and a nice day! :)

other then the few relevant ones from my previous ask, here are some that came to mind:

outlining:

firstly you'll need to brainstorm a bit, come up with the story. maybe you've scribbled down some notes over a period of time that you can now sit down and gather, perhaps fill in the holes and find strings to connect it all together. or maybe it is a true brainstorm and you haven't decided on any of the puzzles corner pieces yet.

my personal routine for when I need to figure out a story is to sit down at a time when things are calm and I can properly think, often it is by a window (there's just something about looking up at the clouds that gets my wheels turning), some days I put on some music (I prefer instrumental for this, often with the vibe I'm trying to capture in with the story) and then I kinda just meditate on it and write down any ideas that might strike me.

or if I feel stuck there and the ideas just won't come, then I go do something completely different. the lightbulb often gets turned on whenever I go take a shower or do the dishes or even go for a walk through a quiet place. or even the classic of watching a movie or tv show can grant me plenty of inspiration when I'm in lack of it. prompt lists can also be a great help (one of the reasons I have a whole side blog dedicated just to keeping them organised: @prompt-heaven)

and then when my list of messy notes is long enough, I put them in order and fill out the holes to make the story flow naturally from one moment to the next. I just play it all out in my head till it feels right.

depending on how long or complicated the story is, the process or outlining it can take various amounts of time. some stories come like a bolt of lightning while others you need to dig for. but I find it to be easiest when my mind and body is in a place where there is place for such a thing, when I'm not too stressed or tired or anything, those are the moments when I get stuck, and then I just have to take a step back and declare that that won't be the activity of the day and instead focus my energy on doing something that'll make me feel better so that I'll sooner get to a point where the ideas will come flooding in.

editing:

my biggest advice for this, I wrote in the previous ask (to never edit when tired and to always edit while reading out loud)

if gramma is something you struggle with, then I highly advise getting the free version of grammarly or other similar programs.

and if a part of your story isn't sitting well when you're editing it, then you can always rewrite it. you can make it something completely different or even just try to write the same premise though only rewrite it from your memory.

and try not to be too critical of yourself. sometimes, some stories, aren't ment to be made "perfect" but simply to be completed. for it to be done is enough.

#lea answers #writing advice #writing tips

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mylovelies-docx · 1 year

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I absolutely adore 'Sorry, I love You'! 💖💖💖 This isn't a request, but would you consider writing a chapter or something from Bucky's perspective from right after she left the first time? I just want to see people lay into his ass about how he's acting like a dumbass lol 😆 Thank you for sharing your writing with us all!!! 💖💖💖

I love the idea of y'all roasting the shit out of Bucky for being an idiot 🤣

I do have a future chapter that's written from Bucky’s POV and I think it mentions what he was up to while Reader was gone, but I don't think I wrote anything specific.

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My HC is that everyone was super pissy with Buck-o for quite a while.

Sam's constantly saying things like, "well, if Y/N were here," and, "why did she have to leave instead of you." "Shut up, Sam." "I'm just saying. I'd rather hang out with her than put up with your sulking."

Nat would constantly be glaring at him and giving him the silent treatment except during training. She'd be giving him shit while landing hard hits to very sensitive areas. "This is for Y/N," and just absolutely rockets her foot into Bucky's groin.

Steve tries to be supportive for his life-long friend, but sometimes he just gets so frustrated with Bucky. "Didn't you talk to your therapists about this? Why haven't you called Y/N to aplogize?" "I'll apologize when she's back, Steve. This isn't something to say over the phone." "... and if she doesn't come back? What would you do then?"

Wanda is younger and nicer than everyone else on the team, so she's not going to be outright rude or try to rock the boat. But Bucky notices that any food she prepares for the other Avengers have cute little smiley faces or fancy toothpicks holding it together but his are plain in comparison.

Tony just absolutely despises Bucky again at this point. Tony really saw you as his younger sister/surrogate daughter and it's all Bucky's fault that you're gone. FRIDAY is constantly locking Bucky out of his bedroom, blasting music at 3am right after he finally went to sleep, and the temperature is always super uncomfortable in his bedroom. Bucky has asked Tony if this was his doing, but Tony never responds.

Bruce, Thor, and T'Challa are away and don't know what's going on. They live on in ignorant bliss of Bucky's assholery.

Bucky finally has to set the record straight with everyone and tell them that he's been working on himself and he feels really really bad about how he treated you. He tells them that he's going to fix it and make everything right with you again. They believe him and lighten up a little. When they figure out that Natasha can't go on the undercover mission with Bucky, he's the first one to suggest bringing you back into the project. Everyone's a little hesitant about throwing you two together again after such a long time, but they're confident Bucky is going to come clean and talk to you.

... Unfortunately they don't realize just how stubborn you both are when it comes to your feelings. You've been burned before and don't want to be hurt again, and Bucky can't quite express himself the way he needs to in order to make you see him as you once did.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #sorry i love you

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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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The Quarry

TAKING RISKS BEHIND CLOSED DOORS: Chris Hackett x fem!reader

Summary: This is quite risky, she thinks but the thought disappears as soon as his lips touch her skin...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes

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This is quite risky, the thought appears at the back of her mind, but it disappears just as quickly when Chris Hackett's lips touch her neck.

His kisses are slow, lingering; the kind that makes her forget about everything other than him. Her right hand runs along his back, caressing it even if his shirt is in the way - the gentle touch becomes rough a few times, when his kisses roughen up, making her whole being burn.

"Chris-" she tries to get his attention unsuccessfully, because the man is paying more attention to her skin and how his touch makes her act.

She can hear the music downstairs, she can hear the kids singing - her friends are probably there too, wondering where she went. They are doing their job, the job she also should be doing. Instead she's feeling really close to Heaven with her back against a door and Chris' body so close to hers.

"Chris-" she tries again and this time she's successful.

Her lover looks her in the eyes as his kisses come to a stop, but even then his hands are still moving. One is beside her head, keeping the both of them steady; while the other is holding her waist, his thumb gently drawing shapes into the material of her shirt.

"What is it darling?"

The way he says 'darling' sets her insides on fire and she almost forgets what she wanted to say in the first place.

"They'll figure it out." she starts explaining. "We both disappeared on them."

"Let them." he says as he presses a kiss to her cheek. "At least they'll have something to gossip about."

It would be so easy to forget about the dinner downstairs and let Chris love her and prove his love to her. She could easily let them gossip, let herself be the reason for those gossips as well.

She could let all of that happen. They aren't doing anything wrong after all, they're both adults who can date if they want to. She could let Emma call her a whore playfully, she could let Dylan send her teasing looks...

She could let go just this once...

She's about to let her feelings rule her body, when she hears a pretty scary sound from behind the door. Someone stepped inside Chris' office, the room what's right behind her. For a second she thinks she forgot how to breath.

"Mr. H?" a voice calls out and she bites her lower lip to keep her sounds of pleasure back after Chris playfully bit her skin as his hand kept on drawing those shapes.

She knows that voice. Ryan is the one in the other room, he is the one who could hear everything if they aren't quiet, he is the one who could open that door and make them fall in any second.

She puts her hand on Chris' shoulder, pushing him back. Their eyes meet and Chris smiles, his gestures hiding a special kind of mischief, the kind only she could see and no one else.

"He isn't here?" another voice speaks up and she freezes completely - that's Dylan. God, it's a risky situation!

"No." Ryan answers. "But I really need to talk to him."

"About the swimming lessons?"

"Yeah, about those too."

Her gaze must be full of fear. Chris must be able to read that correctly, but he doesn't seem to care. Instead he leans in and kisses her, their lips meeting in a slow and loving kiss - later forming into something more passionate.

Her mind is blank, empty, unable to focus on anything else but him, not being able to care about her own fear of becoming the whore of her friendgroup. She can't think that through, because Chris' kisses are too good.

"Did you check in here?"

The kisses linger and soon her neck is bitten and sucked again, and she has to press her lips tightly together to stay quiet.

Only then does it occur to her that Dylan means the door - the door behind which she is being kissed and loved. She tries to make Chris listen to her even if she can't speak up. She tries to tell him silently that if they don't stop they are screwed. She tries all of that with the last pieces of care she has in herself - and then, after a kiss right under her ear and the feeling of his fingertips touching and grabbing her naked skin under her shirt, she whimpers. She gives up and prays, not finding anymore power to refuse all the affection.

She hears a very quiet click. She feels Chris' other arm move and realizes with a grin that he just locked the door.

"Dude, just let it go. We'll see him at the firepit later anyway."

The doorknob still jiggles and the wood still shakes. Dylan still tries to open it, unsuccessfully.

"I always wanted to know what's behind that door."

It'd be a great surprise, she thinks.

As Dylan's steps fade away a bit, the kisses stop and she hears an almost unnoticeable whisper: 'Be quiet now...'.

She hears the smile in his voice even if she can't see it. She can imagine the almost smirk like curl of his lips.

Quiet.

Stay quiet.

She leans back, tilting her head to the side to give Chris more access to her neck.

Damn what the others think or know. Damn Emma's teasing words and Dylan's playful looks.

She can feel good about herself for a day too.

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