#i need to go to sleep icl

[justinefrischmanngf]

the thing is if i was presented with the opportunity to be reckless rn i'd take it immediately but i have not put myself in any situations so far where i would now be presented with the opportunity to be reckless does this make sense like i would take the opportunity i want the opportunity but i think i need to have made different decisions leading up to now to have the opportunity presented to me..............

[voguesriot]

NOBODY’S BUSINESS ✹ luke castellan

part one

( summary ) social media au where luke’s sudden spike in confidence turns a few heads, including the head of your ex who just loves to jump in other people’s business

( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader , mentions of ex bf! hephaestus camper x reader

( notes ) this feels a bit rushed bcs i’m sick rn but i hope you guys enjoy anyway!!

♫ American Teenager by Ethel Cain

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yourusername proof that percy doesn’t actually hate luke

seaweedbrain hey girlie!!! can you take this down like immediately?? not to sound to mean or anything but i can and will find you 😇

yourusername you’re such a cutie perce

seaweedbrain kys

sarahdawson totally wasn’t held at gunpoint for that last pic guys no need to worry

connorstroll we weren’t worrying but thanks anyway ig

sarahdawson sleep with one eye open.

lukecastellan 2/10 post

yourusername sorry for messing with your tough guy image 😔

lukecastellan actually it only loses points bcs there’s no pics of you

chrisrodriguez WOAHHHHHHH

sarahdawson HIS BALLS FINALLY DROPPED

clarisselarue bit sad to know they weren’t completely crushed after the red team kicked their ass icl

yourusername oh trust they were all whining about it the second i put away the camera

clarisselarue good.

GROUPCHAT — chb’s finest

clarisselarue: y/n what is max doing in your likes…

sarahdawson: HES WHAT

sarahdawson: oh he’s brave

yourusername: IDK HE JUST APPEARED

yourusername: like a bug

seaweedbrain: or a rat

yourusername: that too

lukecastellan: he’s on his way for training with me rn so i’ll go extra hard on him

silenabeauregard: homoerotic subtext goes crazy

yourusername: thanks luke but really you don’t need to do that

yourusername: like i’m over him now and i just want to forget about him altogether

lukecastellan: he deserves a hard time for what he did to you anyway

lukecastellan: you deserve way better than that

lukecastellan: i mean anyone would

seaweedbrain: great save bro

lukecastellan removed seaweedbrain.

sarahdawson: oh you took that one personally

DIRECT MESSAGES

clarisselarue: ok when did you get game

lukecastellan: idk what you’re talking about

clarisselarue: oh please spare me i’ve had to watch you make googoo eyes for the past two years you can’t lie you’re way out of this one

lukecastellan: seriously idk what you’re talking about clarisse

clairsselarue: ok fine whatever but HYPOTHETICALLY if you were to try anything with my girl i want you to know that i approve but trust if you go a toe out of line then you will be dealt with

read.

♫ My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

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yourusername you’re the only thing i’ll ever thank a man for

yourusername thanks max

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sarahdawson I SAW THAT COMMENT GIRL THAT WAS BRAVE

drewtanaka surprised sar isn’t screaming for photo creds for the second slide

sarahdawson bcs i didn’t take it……..

silenabeauregard WOAH WHAT

pipermclean yourusername hey sis can we have a chat please

yourusername nope i’m doing cabin checks rn #counsellorissues

wisegirll i’m doing cabin checks rn though???

silenabeauregard the plot thickens

lukecastellan glad to see you listened to my advice

yourusername felt bad keeping my beauty from everyone

lukecastellan it was a rough time without it

groverunderwood chrisrodriguez now THESE are moves

chrisrodriguez LOOK AT MY BOY GO gods is this what normal parents feel when their kids go to college

maxwalsh nice earrings

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seaweedbrain we all saw that comment right…

clarisselarue yes.

DIRECT MESSAGES

maxwalsh: hey can we please talk

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: please babe cmon you didn’t even hear me out

yourusername: because you tried to kiss sarah you fucking asshole

maxwalsh: no it wasn’t like that you don’t get it

maxwalsh: look can you just meet me by our old spot and i can explain everything

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: babe you’re not acting like yourself

yourusername: bcs it’s not her, she’s asleep rn and she’s not your “babe”

maxwalsh: who tf is this???

yourusername: doesn’t matter

yourusername blocked maxwalsh.

lukecastellan posted to their story!

SARAHDAWSON replied to your story

sarahdawson: WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH SLOW YOUR ROLL WHAT

CLAIRSSELARUE replied to your story

clairsselarue: “idk what you’re talking abt clarisse” oh i hate you so bad

SILENABEAUREGARD replied to your story

silenabeauregard: i’d know that silhouette anywhere…

CHRISRODRIGUEZ replied to your story

chrisrodriguez: i’m a bit hurt i wasn’t told in depth about this before but i’m too proud to pay attention to it GOOD FOR YOU MAN

MAXWALSH replied to your story

maxwalsh: so it was you who had her phone the other day

maxwalsh: wtf man

lukecastellan: womp womp

lukecastellan: you snooze you lose and you lost big time

♫ Nobody’s Business by Rihanna, Chris Brown

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[ tagged: yourusername ]

lukecastellan and it ain’t what??

yourusername AND IT AIN’T NOBODY’S BUSINESS

clarisselarue ok edward cullen why are you eating her neck like that

silenabeauregard everyone i took the hammock pic thank me please 🙏😇

yourusername thank you beautiful angel

seaweedbrain cute i guess…….

chrisrodriguez I ALWAYS HAD FAITH IN YOU BRO EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT YOU WERE A LOSER WITH NO GAME, I STAYED ROOTING FOR YOU

lukecastellan appreciate you bro

lukecastellan wait people said that about me???

wisegirll my favs 😭🫶

yourusername AWE ILY ANNIE

seaweedbrain oh i’m just dirt to you then? chill.

wisegirll you’re so dramatic percy

seaweedbrain oh so mental health matters until I’M the one hurt? cool.

lukecastellan and y’all were saying i had no game

seaweedbrain okay luke see that’s just not funny because your dad literally dances on a revolving stage for a living

lukecastellan had to bring out the dad jokes because you know i’m right?

seaweedbrain why is your old age pension ass beefing with me instead of talking to ur girlfriend… weird behaviour

sarahdawson too cute i fear

sarahdawson but you i must remind you mr castellan, i made it onto her feed first. you will ALWAYS be second to me. always.

drewtanaka anyone else hear weeping from the hephaestus cabin…

leovaldez it’s really depressing

leovaldez i think he just punched a hole in the wall

cbeckendorf he did

pipermclean LMAO WHAT A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭☠️☠️

( taglist ) @perseus-jackass @harrysnovia

[piastri-lover]

my flower; charles leclerc

summary: in which the internet is so whipped for charles leclerc's girlfriend, and she loves them all back

pairing: charles leclerc x florist!reader

author's note: loved this request so much, was so fun to scroll through pinterest for fun flower photos lol x

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user1 i wish i was her -user2 agreed she's so pretty

charles_leclerc love u forever xx -yourusername love u forever + 1 xx

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️

user3 y/n's making bracelets guys... -user4 i would die to have a braclet made by y/n

pierregasly he's smiling reading through all these comments -charles_leclerc pierre shut up --yourusername aww charlie xx

user5 is it just me who's convinced she's fake -user6 yeah there's no way that anyone's that nice all the time

user7 i'm sorry but how did charles of all people pull her -user8 drop dead gorgeous

user9 i bought some flowers from her shop in monaco the other day and she was the sweetest girl ever and the flowers were divine -yourusername thank you!! so glad u loved ur flowers xx

user10 i would smash icl liked by charles_leclerc -user10 woah

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charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55 and 6293028 others charles_leclerc my sweet girl x view comments

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user11 THE LAST PHOTO????? -user12 it feels so strange seeing y/n (the sweetest girl alive) doing anything other than smiling or holding flowers

yourusername mon amour x -charles_leclerc mon ange x

user13 mother is mothering -user14 need me a girl to gather flowers and just be pretty

user15 who's punching -user16 charles 100% --user17 i think she is ---user18 can't we just say both of them are fit and be done with it

lilymhe the flowers you brought to mine were gorgeous bbg x -yourusername anything for u ml x --charles_leclerc @/alexalbon we've been replaced ---alex_albon always knew this day would come

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charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, yourusername and 4192036 others charles_leclerc always a good day when she sends u flowers view comments

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user19 get u someone who sends u flowers every week -user20 need me a florist girlfriend like now

yourusername knew u would love them sweetheart -charles_leclerc never doubted u for a second

yourusername love u charlie x -charles_leclerc not as much as me x --pierregasly we get it ur in love shut up about it

user21 im sorry but they're the prettiest flower ever liked by yourusername-user22 go to 'y/n's flowers' in monaco u will not be disappointed

user23 missed seeing y/n in the paddock this weekend -yourusername i was swamped with work so i couldn't make it but will fs be there after the summer break x

user24 best wag? best wag

user25 charles has bagged the best girl liked by charles_leclerc

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yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris and 1029363 others yourusername summer of love view comments

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user26 wish i was her -user27 bitch i wish i was him so i could be with her

charles_leclerc every second with u is magical -yourusername wish i could spend every day with u --landonorris u make me sick

pierregasly we've been on holiday for 2 days and u havent let go of each other -yourusername u wish u were holding charles huh?? --pierregasly Y/N STOP TWISTING MY WORDS!!

user28 im sorry shes stunning -user29 drop dead gorgeous --user30 body fucking goals

user31 sleeping on the highway tonight

user32 if anyone had to date charles i would want it to be y/n -user33 who gave u the right to say that --user32 bitch it was a joke calm down

[beiibeiii]

i'm stuck in loops of your mind

husband!arlecchino x wife!reader angst

tw - character death mentioned, angst, sad arle, grieving, two endings?, fluff, soft arle, arles bday special, icl this is really shit 💀, kinda late whoops, not really that sad now that im finished with this 💀 not proofread at all

the day starts early in the morning, with the feeling of her arms wrapped around you. you two are both in your bed. her warm body was pressed against yours, her pyro vision heating you up throughout the night. the sun was barely in the sky. just raising across the clear horizon. the feeling of peacefulness flowing through the atmosphere. arlecchino's hand gently stroking through the soft locks of your hair. her softened eyes lazily gaze over your sleeping form. your soft little breaths and the way you just looked in her arms had her hooked, absolutely mesmerised. you had her wrapped around your finger without even knowing it. you looked so perfect, even with your messy bed hair. you were endearing. she felt her heart swell in love. she wanted to wake up to this sight every day.

the sun starts to peek through the curtains now. you feel yourself stir awake. you feel her arms enveloped around you, her hand idly playing with your hair, carefully massaging your scalp. taking time to not accidentally scratch you with her nails. your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light.

"good morning.. arle.." you groaned out softly. arlecchino looks down at you, your sleepy gaze meeting hers. you already knew today was arlecchino's birthday. you wanted to shower her with so much love today. you had already secretly been planning so much for today.

"good morning, my dear." arlecchino mumbles, lowly, back. you smile, your eyes curling up in happiness as you cup her face, a hint of sloppiness evident in your movements. she leans into your touch as if it was muscle memory to her. your eyes flutter closed as your lips fall onto hers. the kiss was sweet. you can feel her lips curl up against your mouth. she loved the feeling of your soft lips against hers. it was addicting.

arlecchino lets out low hum of content. pulling away, your eyes flutter open to her loving gaze. "happy birthday, peruere. i love you." your voice is laced with love. a soft, sleepy smile adorns your face. your thumb is gently rubbing her pale skin. arlecchino feels her heart fill with compassion. there it was, her real name. she feels as if time slowed down. the way the sunlight beamed on your face. how her name rolled off your tongue so easily. it broke down her cold walls she had boxed herself in with. her expressions softens a little more.

she feels the tips of her ears heating up already, the day hadn't even begun yet. she wanted to stay in this moment with you, forever. her lips curl up. you were just so perfect. "how did i get so lucky? i love you so much, my dear." arlecchino mumbles under her breath lovingly.

the two of you bask in each others warmth a while longer. whispering sweet things into each others ears as the sun fully rises. there was no need to get up so early today. you was excited as you had spent all week planning her surprise with the children. you just couldn't wait to see her reaction. how her lips would purse and how her eyes would narrow, trying to hold back a smile in front of the children. you just loved her so much, and so did she.

and so, when you do get up at around 10am. arlecchino walks off into her office to go finish reading a report. she tells you she'll be done quickly. good this is perfect! you manage to slip away from arlecchino's gaze and meet up outside with the children. as you greet them all. lyney starts helping by tasking everyone what to do. you making sure everything looks alright and in place in time. you were all going to surprise arlecchino with a barbecue dinner. not long after, as arlecchino finishes her papers, you and the children had just finished up. you give your thanks to lyney, lynette, freminet and the rest of the house of the hearth.

you quickly walk back inside, going to look for her, trying to hold back that massive smile on your face. you felt like a giddy teenager, you were so excited! as you were walking up to her office arlecchino walks out. greeting you with a small hum, noticing your happy expression. her eyebrows furrow in confusion. what had you done?

"you look happy, did something happen?" she muses, an eyebrow of hers raising in curiosity. the corner of your eyes crinkle as you smile, grabbing her by the wrist lightly and tugging her lightly.

"i have a surprise for you! come on!" you looked so happy, your smile brightening her whole world. without an other word, arlecchino lets herself be dragged outside by you. you lightly tug her pass the hallways and to the grand doors leaning outside. your hand lets go of her, going to her side as you lean your body onto hers, flashing her a cheeky smile as you look up at her. "open the door!" you ask her excitedly.

though she was skeptical, arlecchino chuckles to herself lightly. her gaze softening seeing your enthusiastic in your bright eyes was everything to her. "alright, my dear. here i go now." her voice is soft as her hand lightly ruffles your hair. her hand now on the doorknob, twisting it unlocked and walking out.

arlecchino is met by an attack of party poppers. a loud shout of "happy birthday!" is heard. the colourful, bright confetti getting all over the both of us. her lips part as her gaze momentarily softens. she was not expecting this at all.. you laugh softly at her surprised reaction. the children has paper, party hats on their heads arlecchino sees balloons around the place. a barbecue, her favourite of course, and a 3 layered cake saying "happy birthday father." on it. the candles are lit, it looks like it had been made by the children with a little help from you. arlecchino stands there, covered in confetti almost speechless. even if she didn't show it, you could tell she was happy.

you turn to her with a gentle smile on your face. you hands in her hair to pull some confetti of out it. "do you like it?" you question, your head tilting to the side, your eyes turning into half moons. arlecchino lets out a small sigh, smiling ever so slightly.

"i love it. thank you my dear." she replies, gazing at your gentle look. her heart swelled with love. feeling cared for and appreciated. the fact you and everyone had put in so much effort for her, meant so much more to her than you'd ever imagine. the children cheer happily. giggling and laughing with each other lyney walks up to arlecchino with the birthday cake in hand. lynette and freminet stood behind him. the trio had light smiles.

"happy birthday father. you should make a wish." lyney says with a kind smile. arlecchino lets out a low hum, looking down at the cake. the cake was definitely not perfect, but she knew it was baked from pure love. there was no cake sweeter than one made from love. arlecchino glances at you momentarily, slightly hesitant? you flash her a smile, urging her on.

she nodded, closing her eyes as she made a wish. a wish that meant everything to her. she blows the candles out, and the party starts.

the party goes on for a few hours. it was lively, fun occasion. the children playing with each other. the delicious smell of the barbecue fills the air. the smoke going up in the clear blue skies. you all enjoy a lovely barbecue dinner. she received gifts and cards from the children. you just could see arlecchino's content expression. she was so beautiful like this. your hand finds its way into hers. your wedding rings together. her hand firmly squeezing yours.

"this means the world to me. thank you, my dear." she mumbles lowly to you. her words full of warmth and love.

the day ends, arlecchino finds herself outside with you near a river. the two of you watch the sunset together. the beautiful golden rays reflect onto the river. taking in the serene view in front of the both of you. the setting sun painted the sky in a glorious blend of orange, red, and purple hues, casting long shadows across yourselves. tranquility in the air. the setting sun sets across the horizon in a picturesque view. the water ripples ever gently, almost as if it was dancing to the setting sun. trees rustling gently in the calm summer breeze. her facial expression was soft.

"i love you, my dear. thank you for today." she tells you softly. she turns to face to you. her gaze full of love.

fic can end here for fluff ending stop reading if u dont want angst ending

there was no reply to her sweet words. of course. arlecchino's gaze falls upon the roses and small slice of birthday cake in front of your grave. she freezes at the loud silence. her eyes narrowing, the reality dawning upon her, crawling up her spine and into her heart just to split it open. the whole day had gone the same. just without you. you wasn't real. you were dead.

her mind was stuck in denial. the visions of you etched into her mind, burning into her memories. the memories of you stuck on repeat, in loops of her mind. she only feels, seeing your face. the feeling of grief implodes her mind. "i hope you enjoy the cake. the children baked it themself." she continues hesitantly. what a bitter feeling.

she lets out a uneven sigh of despair. "the children were good today. they surprised me." she muses, a small bittersweet smile. trying to reassure you more than herself. the small crack in her voice evident. the silence was so deafening. "you know, they miss you too.." her voice is followed by a tremble. she feels stupid trying to talk to you. her heart feels restricted. her hand grips onto her blouse. fuck her chest felt so tight. the irony of the situation falling into her she feels so weak for once. why couldn't she of saves you, she should of saved you.

"i miss you." she whispers lowly. her voice on the verge of breaking now. the cruel truth caving in on her, leaving no way out. it had already been a few months. she couldn't accept it. it was too much. it affected her more then she wanted to admit. she feels the despair bubbling up and into her head wanting to release, to let it all out.

she closes her eyes, carefully leaning her head on your grave. her heart heavy, plummeting down to depths arlecchino didn't even know existed. she feels a cold tear run down her cheek. the darkness of the night and the harsh reality of life would start casting over her. she would stay there. talking to you until the sun would rise. her voice was full of bittersweetness.

god she missed you so much.

"i love you, so, so much, my dear."

[dameronology]

star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

[inkedobsidian]

~ accidental co-parents ~

prompt: #26 “It was a joke baby, I swear.”

summary: Jin-Man is jealous that Y/N has spent her whole day taking care of Ji-An

pairing: Jeong Jin-Man x Reader

warnings: just fluff icl

word count: 870

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

It had been nearly 3 days of Y/N curled up in a chair at Ji-An’s bedside. They didn’t really know what was going on with Ji-An but the constant fever and puking just led to Y/N taking up temporary residence on the shitty chair at Ji-An’s bedside. Jin-Man did what he could, bringing coffee to Y/N every couple of hours and delivering the 3 meals they needed to eat but other than that he kept his distance.

Jin-Man didn’t realise how lonely the house would feel with the 2 of them cooped up in that room and maybe it was also the fact that because Ji-An has not been at school that he hasn’t spent anytime with Y/N. Even if they didn’t speak it was the way they existed around each other that he missed. Handing each other coffee’s without spoken words just because you know the other one.

It was almost as if she could hear him thinking about her because she was walking out of Ji-An’s bedroom holding a small damp towel. She walked in silence not wanting to wake Ji-An up but the minute she caught eye contact with Jin-Man she shot him a smile and proceeded straight to the kitchen. He decided to move from his position on the couch and towards the sink.

“Y/N L/N. Are you going to be a nurse for every generation of my family?” Jin-Man joked quietly as Y/N was rinsing the small towel with cold water, a trick to try and keep Ji-An’s temperature down. Y/N had been Jin-Man’s right hand in Babylon and she was the one that patched him up the most, from there it was so natural for her to care for Ji-An in the same way.

“At least Ji-An is a good patient. That stings… that’s too tight… can you rewrap it.” Y/N deepens her voice to mock a moaning and in pain Jin-Man earning a quick hmm from the man himself. Y/N laughed after finishing the voice and turned the tap off beginning to ring out the towel so it was damp not dripping.

“I am brilliant while in pain, I am however bored out my mind in this house alone. How fast can you cure whatever this is.” Jin-Man had opened up and started speaking more casually with Y/N the more she was around and now they’d lived together for 5 years it was like he couldn’t exist alone. Y/N tried to hide the smile on her face when he so casually says that he misses her, even if that’s not exactly what he said. Y/N couldn’t believe that Ji-An was sick and he was here being clingy and jealous, she had to try her hardest to supress a laugh.

“Is there a way to cure you of your need to bother me?” Honestly if it was any other scenario then Jin-Man would’ve known that Y/N was just joking with him but maybe genuinely missing her made him take that a little too to heart. When he didn’t say anything Y/N looked up to see genuine hurt across his face and the shock of his reaction genuinely surprised her.

“It was a joke baby, I swear.” Y/N laughed finally turning her body away from the sink and finally facing towards Jin-Man. Then it was like a second wave of shock hit him.

“Baby..?” Jin-Man repeated it because he thought he didn’t hear her correctly. Then it was time for Y/N to realise what she said, maybe sleeping in the chair was starting to make her loose it. She stood there frozen with the towel in her hands trying to look anywhere in the kitchen that wasn’t the man stood in front of her. Then she finally darted her eyes to look at him and he was there looking at her with a look she’d not seen before. There was a softness behind his eyes that was new, of course he cared for and trusted her but this was different.

It was very easy for both of them to blur the lines the longer they lived together. When you’re on missions it’s different, it’s life and death. Here in the house, taking care of Ji-An and raising her together it was domestically normal. (If you ignore the black market website they run together) Almost as if it was like fate had decided to save this conversation for another day there were small footsteps from the hallway and a very sick and nauseous Ji-An rounded the corner.

“I’ll take care of her you look like you need to sleep in a real bed.” Jin-Man whispered towards Y/N as he gently took the small towel out of her hand placing it on the kitchen side. He moved the hair out of her face and gave her a small kiss on the forehead before picking up the towel again and walking back to the bedroom with Ji-An. Y/N just stood there in the kitchen for an extra second waiting for them to retreat to the bedroom but she heard one last thing from the hallway from a very sleepy and sick 14 year old that she probably wasn’t supposed to.

“Have you finally told her you like her?”

[sc0tters]

Not Gone For Long | Quinn Hughes

summary: you broke up with Quinn two weeks ago, but what happens when you two run into each other at a bar?

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.63K

authors note: I have had this idea in my head for literal hours icl but since I came up with it I’ve been dying to get it written. This is also my first attempt at writing an imagine for an NHL player, so I hope you like it!

Never go to bed angry with each other.

That was the first rule that you and Quinn made when you got together and neither one ever believed that if it was broken it would soon bring the end of the relationship, but it did.

The two of you had spent two months fighting before you finally mustered up the courage to pull the plug on the relationship when he was on a two week road trip with the team.

And with that three years of a relationship were sent down the drain.

You never thought that leaving him would be easy. You knew that it would be tough on your heart as he was everywhere you looked, on billboards, the TVs at bars, even on the insides of your eyelids when you attempted to sleep.

Your best friends were your total support system during the last two months as they made sure that you never had more than a few seconds to think about the boy that you loved obviously not counting your time in your bedroom because that’s where he seemed to attack your mind.

The apartment you once dreamed of before Quinn was now the place you called home. It was a one bed place but it was all you needed as you settled back into the mundane life.

Unbeknownst to you Quinn had been a total wreck from the moment he walked back into the apartment to see it in a shell of its former self. If it wasn’t for his teammates he would have knocked on every door in Vancouver until he found you, but when the boys reminded him that you had left when he was gone for a reason it made him want to stay home instead.

Quinn wanted to be mad at you for leaving in the way that you did yet the only thing that replayed through his mind was how the last thing he said to you was “see you soon,” no kiss, not even a hug, he just walked out of the apartment. Leaving you by yourself for the next two weeks.

The moment Ellen learnt about the break up she went was on the next flight over on a mission to comfort her son. That night he cried so hard that his lungs ached and his throat burned.

It didn’t help that the Canucks had been through another subpar season, but his upset state wasn’t helping that as he hadn’t scored since you left. Sometimes he wondered if you still watched his games, each time that he’d skate onto the ice he’d search for your face in the crowd and each time he was left empty handed.

Somehow despite all this, your relationship didn’t actually end on bad terms, you two still loved each other and had truly learnt that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

The fight that broke the camels back though now felt minuscule, if he didn’t want to come with you on your business trip to Paris you didn’t really care. You’d settle for those two weeks without him rather than the last two months, every day of the week.

Now it was present day and your friends managed to convince you to join them on a night out. It was going to be your first as a single woman. You had even managed to get a smile onto your face, not a fake forced smile but instead a real one.

Yet it felt like a balloon full of water burst above your head as you saw him.

Quinn had been dragged to the same bar by his teammates as they celebrated the fact that the season was over.

Your friend saw that you tensed up and as she followed your line of sight she was quick to apologise “we can go somewhere else if you would like?” She proposed not wanting you to have a bad night.

But as there were five of you in the group this was a moment you didn’t want to be selfish in “this bar is big enough for the two of us.” Your voice was soft as you shook your head not letting your eyes leave the boy as you stared more so in shock.

He looked like he had lost weight, hadn’t shaved so his facial hair was now growing out of control, the curls that you loved but he hated were now proudly sat on his head.

Quinn wished that he had seen his hairdresser though the second he saw you. He actually heard your best friends laugh first, it was funny how the sound irritated him.

When he thought he was dreaming or that his sleep deprived mind was playing tricks on him, he spun his head around locking eyes with you.

His cold beer glass masked the sweatiness of his hands as he chugged the last of the bland liquid before he got up “anyone else need a refill?” He watched as you walked off heading in the direction of the bar.

It was the perfect time to talk to you, yes he knew that it was selfish but part of him just hoped that you were as caught up by the breakup as he was.

So he made his way over to the bar, making sure to avoid the drunken men that walked into his path as he was desperate to never lose sight of your little green dress that he loved so much on you.

You thought he never noticed that when the told you he liked that dress on your first date you went out and bought it in seven other colours. But he did, Quinn noticed everything yet that original dress still remained his favourite.

The familiar sound of your acrylics tapping on the table sent shivers down his spine “hey,” his voice came out like a croak causing your eyes to go wide.

You stared at him through the corner of your eye knowing that if you faced him, it would have been over for you “hi.”

If you two hadn’t broken up his fingers would have been on your jaw forcing you to look at him “can you look at me?” He asked feeling the tears begin to well at his eyes “please?” The beg was enough to make your hearty break all over again.

You looked at him not caring that you makeup was now very much ruined as tears ran down your cheeks “I’m sorry,” you blurted out not knowing what else to say.

But it was also true, you did feel sorry about breaking up with him. You wished that you’d handled things better. Yes this was the best way to protect your heart but besides for that it was the worst possible option for every other thing.

Just like old times Quinn didn’t hesitate to comfort the girl as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a hug “I know,” he placed a kiss on your head ignoring how your tears were soaking his shirt.

The coldness of those tears hit him like a dose of reality, you left because the relationship had grown cold.

This was the first time he had hugged you since January, it was now April.

He never meant to stop putting in effort but one day it sort of started and he didn’t know how to stop it. And he was so stressed about hockey that he let the fights you two had fall into the back of his mind.

Whilst he had spent the last two months thinking you were the bad guy, he realised that it had been his fault all along.

That was almost the problem with the whole thing, you each blamed yourselves for putting the knife into the relationship.

Quinn swore that he had been doing it over time and you were just the one to give it the final push.

You finally got your breathing under control causing you to look up at him as your chin rested against the his chest “why are you here?” You asked not trying to be rude but you swore that if you were in his shoes even you wouldn’t want anything to do with yourself.

He let out a soft laugh as he dragged his thumb against your cheek “missed you,” he confessed as he watch the pad of his finger clean in the smudge of your mascara.

Hearing that he must have also had a rough time made you feel sick to your stomach “thought you would have hated me.” You mumbled still thinking that this was all a dream.

Quinn would have been lying if he said that your words didn’t break his heart “could never hate you.” He softly smiled trying to tell you that he meant every word.

As much as he enjoyed being with his friends he wanted to leave “come with me?” He asked holding his hand out for you to grab.

The way his hand interlocked with yours told you that this wasn’t a dream “we should talk somewhere a bit more private.” As much as you wanted to say that you could go back to his apartment and be fine, you knew that things needed to change.

And if they didn’t then you would be having to move on forever.

The stars shone down on Vancouver as you two snuck out of the bar, despite the fact that both friends groups watched the interaction neither decided to stop it.

Sitting in his car that parked at a lookout spot looking over the city as you two ate food from your favourite takeaway restaurant you learnt one thing:

You weren’t letting him go as easy as you did this time.

[lovezbrownies]

Hohoho! Requests are open, eh?

I need more of Lauren. May I please request Lauren with a darling who goes missing? First, they're absent from school, but then days passed and they still haven't come to school. Eventually it's all over the news and there's a whole investigation.

Oomf icl to u this was kind of a pain in the ass to write, I'd never written something kind of high stakes like this, and i honestly had no clue where i was going writing it but i think it came out okay! I went with the emotional route instead! Enjoy!

Missing. (F!Yandere Bully x GN!Reader.)

Lauren's Masterlist - General Masterlist.

Synopsis: You went missing, Lauren went insane.

Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader goes missing, emotional turmoil, Lauren kinda loses it but not in an aggressive way more like never leaving the bed way

Day 1 – Tuesday Night

Lauren sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone. No new messages. No missed calls. Her thumbs hovered over the screen, as if willing it to buzz with a response from you. The silence was deafening. Her heart pounded harder with every second that passed, a sickening drumbeat of dread.

You were never late. You never missed school. The idea that you were just out of reach, somewhere in the dark, gnawed at her like sharp teeth sinking into her skin. She squeezed her phone tighter, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Maybe you were just sick. Maybe you lost your phone. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

But none of it felt right. A chill crawled up her spine as she sat alone in the quiet of her room. She could hear the faint hum of the television from downstairs, her mother probably watching some late-night news. Lauren’s mind whirled with images—what if you were lying in a ditch somewhere? What if something worse had happened? Her throat tightened as she tried to swallow the panic rising in her chest.

She wanted to call you again, but the thought of hearing the ringing tone, unanswered and hollow, twisted her insides. Instead, she typed another text, her fingers trembling.

Lauren: Just tell me you're okay. Please.

She stared at the screen, the word "Delivered" mocking her. Time slowed. Her pulse quickened. How could a few hours feel like an eternity? She threw her phone onto the bed, pressing her hands to her face, trying to steady her breathing, but all she could see was your face—the way you always smiled through your exhaustion, how determined you were to show up, no matter what. She had teased you for it, but now, in this choking silence, she wished she had done more. Forced you to stay with her. Dragged you to school. Anything but this.

Her chest tightened, and for the first time in years, Lauren felt truly helpless. That night, sleep didn’t come. Only the cruel sting of fear.

Day 2 – Wednesday

Lauren had never felt this empty. It was as if a hole had opened up inside her chest, and everything that made her "Lauren" was slowly being sucked into it. She could hear the whispers in the hallway—students and teachers alike, all murmuring your name. They didn’t know where you were either. The school felt different today, the usual buzz of laughter and chatter muted under the weight of your absence. Even the teachers seemed shaken, their glances darting to the empty seat where you should have been.

She stared down at her phone in class, willing it to light up with a text, a missed call—anything. Her eyes burned from exhaustion, her fingers shaking slightly as she typed yet another message:

Lauren: r u ok? please answer me, im going crazy here.

Nothing. No reply. She set the phone down, but her heart was already racing, her skin hot with anxiety. What if you were hurt? What if something had happened in those early hours of the morning when you were walking alone? She clenched her fists under the desk, nails digging into her palms until they left red crescents in her skin. It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to be here. Right now. Laughing at something dumb she said, rolling your eyes at her teasing. You were supposed to be here.

The day dragged on like molasses, every minute a fresh torture. By the time the final bell rang, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She was going to skip her next class, run straight to your house, and demand answers. You couldn’t just disappear. Not you.

But as soon as she reached the gate, she saw her mother’s car, waiting for her like a bad omen. Julie’s cold, stern expression meant there was no escaping today. She was trapped. As they drove in silence, Lauren’s mind screamed.

That night, the panic settled deeper in her bones. She curled up in bed, clutching her phone so tight her knuckles went white, praying for the buzz of a notification that never came. When sleep finally took her, it was full of nightmares—of you, reaching out to her from a dark forest, your face pale, your eyes pleading for help she couldn’t give.

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Day 3 – Thursday

By Thursday, the fear had solidified into something worse—guilt. It clung to her like a suffocating fog, weighing down her every thought. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was her fault. She had let you walk to school alone. She had let you go when something inside her told her not to. If only she had insisted, forced you to ride with her, maybe you would still be here.

She skipped practice that day. There was no point in playing football when every fiber of her being was screaming at her to find you. She wandered through the halls like a ghost, barely hearing anything around her. The questions from teachers, the concerned glances from friends—all of it blended into a blur of noise. Nothing mattered except finding you.

Her phone buzzed, and for a split second, hope flared in her chest. But it was just another concerned message from a classmate, asking where you were. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t.

Her mother noticed the change in her, of course. Julie’s sharp eyes missed nothing. But all she offered were logical explanations. "They’ll turn up. Missing persons are found more often than not, especially in a small town. You’re overthinking it, Lauren."

Overthinking? Lauren wanted to scream. This wasn’t overthinking. This was raw, gnawing terror that had taken root in her stomach and wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t focus. The only thing that kept running through her mind was what she would say to you when you finally showed up. Would she yell at you? Hug you? Cry? Probably all three.

But as the day ended and there was still no sign of you, the guilt deepened. She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she had teased you, pushed you. What if you had run away? What if her constant needling had driven you off, made you hate her? The thought tore through her like a jagged blade, leaving nothing but raw, open wounds in its wake.

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Day 4 – Friday

Friday was a blur. The weight of your absence had finally settled into Lauren’s bones, making her feel heavier, slower, like she was wading through a thick fog. The world outside kept moving—people laughing, cars honking, life continuing—but for her, everything had come to a halt.

Her phone had become an anchor, something she checked compulsively every few minutes even though she knew there would be no new messages. She hadn’t heard from you in days, and the silence was unbearable. It pressed in on her from all sides, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.

By now, the rumors had spread. People were talking—about you, about what might have happened, about why no one had seen you. Every whispered word felt like a knife in Lauren’s chest. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted to scream at them, tell them to shut up, that you were fine, that you’d be back any minute. But the truth was, she didn’t know that. She didn’t know if you were okay, if you were alive. And that thought—the possibility that you might not be—was slowly killing her.

That night, she lay in bed, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. She stared at the ceiling, tears streaming silently down her face as guilt gnawed at her insides. You had always been so kind to her, so patient. And what had she done? Teased you, pushed you, maybe even hurt you without realizing it.

"I’m sorry," she whispered into the empty room,

her voice cracking as the words escaped her trembling lips. "I’m so, so sorry."

Her chest tightened with every breath, a weight pressing down on her that she couldn’t shake. It felt like drowning—an endless sea of regret and worry, pulling her deeper with every second that passed. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t think about anything but you and where you could possibly be. The image of you lost, scared, or hurt played over and over in her mind until she couldn’t bear it anymore. By the early hours of the morning, Lauren found herself curled up into a ball, tears staining her pillow as she begged the universe to bring you back.

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Day 5 – Saturday

By Saturday, the numbness had set in. Lauren hadn’t slept in days, her body running on pure adrenaline and anxiety. Her eyes were bloodshot, her head pounding from the constant cycle of worry, guilt, and fear. She hadn’t gone to practice, hadn’t answered her mom’s questions. Nothing mattered except finding you.

The house felt like a prison. Every time she moved, it felt like the walls were closing in, trapping her with the weight of her own thoughts. She couldn’t escape them. They followed her, whispered to her, taunted her. "You should’ve walked with them. You should’ve kept them close. This is your fault."

Every time her phone buzzed, her heart leapt into her throat, only to plummet when it wasn’t you. She hadn’t left her room in hours, her fingers scrolling endlessly through your old text messages, clinging to the words as if they were the only connection she had left to you.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to punch something, to break something, to do anything to relieve the overwhelming pressure building inside her. But instead, she just sat there, frozen in place, as the world outside continued to turn without you in it.

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Day 6 – Sunday Morning

On Sunday, something broke inside of her. It wasn’t the sudden shock of hearing about your disappearance anymore—it was the slow, creeping acceptance that maybe… maybe you weren’t coming back. Her heart ached, raw and open, every beat a reminder of her own failure. The police had told her not to worry, that missing persons were often found within the first 72 hours. But it had been more than 72 hours. It had been five long, torturous days.

As she lay in bed that morning, staring blankly at the ceiling, her phone rang. Not a text this time, but an actual call. She sat up, her heart racing as she grabbed it, it was her football buddy, he knew of everything and had tried all he could to comfort her, sweet but Lauren never liked him. Her fingers shook as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Lauren!! You’ll never gues-” The voice on the other end was elated but she cut him off, Lauren didn’t have the time to play the guess what game when you were missing, “John fuck off just tell me.” 

"I think they found them!"

The words didn’t register at first. Found them? Found you?

"What…? What do you mean?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder would shatter the fragile hope suddenly blooming in her chest.

"They found Y/N! A couple recognized them walking near the forest this morning. They're–" John could barely finish his sentence before Lauren rushed out the house, ending the call before hearing what he had to say, she couldn’t waste time listening to that absolute loser.

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The Reunion

Lauren didn’t remember much after that. Her mind went blank, her body moving on autopilot as she bolted out of the house, barely registering her mom’s startled shout. She didn’t care. She couldn’t care about anything except getting to you. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she ran—ran faster than she ever had in her life.

When she arrived, you were there, sitting on a bench, disheveled and pale but alive. Alive.

The sight of you hit her like a freight train, the emotions that had been building inside her for days finally crashing down all at once. Without thinking, she ran to you, dropping to her knees in front of you and pulling you into the tightest hug she could manage. She didn’t care how dirty or exhausted you were—she just needed to feel you, to know that you were real and not some cruel dream.

"Oh my god," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I thought I lost you. I thought—I thought you were gone."

Her words came out in a frantic rush, her hands gripping you as if she were afraid you’d disappear again if she let go. Tears streamed down her face, uncontrollable and raw, every sob a release of the fear and guilt she had been holding in for days.

"I’m sorry," she whispered into your hair. "I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve—" Her voice broke, and for the first time in her life, Lauren felt completely, utterly vulnerable. No teasing, no bravado, just pure, unfiltered emotion.

You pulled back slightly, your own eyes glassy with exhaustion, and gave her a tired smile. "I’m okay, Lauren. I’m okay."

But that wasn’t enough for her. It would never be enough. She squeezed you tighter, her heart aching with the realization of just how much you meant to her. How much she loved you. How terrified she had been of losing you.

For the first time, Lauren let herself feel everything. The fear, the love, the regret. She held you close and promised herself she would never let you go again.

[mchlgayser]

can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

[skz-haneul]

𖥟 ᭅᬻ LEARN THE ALPHABET WITH HANEUL

A is for : *talking to stay on bubble* and i can’t believe i forgot i live with 3 smelly ratty gym bros, oh yeah and hyune (context because she can say the most wildest things sometimes: she came home to rest and saw the mess 3racha made with their shoes)

B is for : *pointing at bang chan* beep beep beep person who needs sleep detected beep beep tackle him with pillows (real)

C is for : *comparing butts with han* can’t relate, my bum is the size of jupiter (she got rich problems)

D is for : *on live cooking with lee know* did you just say 127, puku puku pow po- … i couldn’t help myself im sorry (same tbf)

E is for : *trying to convince felix to play games together after sneaking into the cuties dorm at 12* esteemed companion shall we partake in a rendezvous of ludic engagement within the realm of digital entertainment (why is she fancy all of a sudden)

F is for : *dancing to whip nae nae* forget break your legs, i just broke my back (sometimes she acts like she fought in ww1)

G is for : *telling a joke* guys, what did the chicken say when it saw something amazing, daebak-bak-bak (i laughed more at the silence than the joke)

H is for : *playing games with seungmin* hey there buster, no more mr nice guy (and now she’s an american bully???)

I is for : * listening to asap by stayc with her headphones on but everyone else can hear it* i will ‘asap 내 반쪽 아니 완전 copy’ till the day i die (i think she likes asap)

J is for : *caught by talker insulting changbin after he died in a 2 player obby on roblox* just kidding. i would never call anyone a worthless flop of a human, im too hot for that (dayum girl (you are hot tho))

K is for : *greeting staff as she walks in the room* konichiwa my despacito burrito (miss worldwide fr)

L is for : *during an interview talking about her biggest pet peeves* losing should have never been invented because i do not take it very well (i sadly relate to this a lil too much)

M is for : *in an interview* my whole life has felt like a fever dream tbh (icl I burst out laughing)

N is for : *after getting a really packed schedule* news flash: im bombing the jyp building (not without me)

O is for : *game of hide and seek* opps at the end of my block (yungneulta back at it again)

P is for : *during a game of dodgeball* please stop throwing the balls at my beautiful face (the way felix tried to aim harder)

Q is for : *out with hyunjin* questionable face you got on there but ok (context again: she went to the bathroom in a restaurant and then half her burger was gone)

R is for : *english school with skz* right, 77+33=100, stay with me now, because the government- (i don’t think they’re passing)

S is for : *trying on corsets* snyatched qween *throwing poses faster than lightning* (nothing but facts)

T is for : *seungmin launching a pillow at her head* that is not very slay queen, period bestie of you seungmin (what is up with her dictionary)

U is for : *boiling eggs…* umm, minho, yknow when you told me to boil eggs, i may have burnt the water… again (the only thing i have to say is how?)

V is for : *a seagull stole her chips she was eating* vile, disgusting, yucky seagulls are the disgrace of all birds that can fly, them absolute fatties (she was buggin for the rest of that skz-codeq)

W is for : *randomly, out of the blue*why is life not getting funky anymore? (my exact question)

X is for : *on live* x-(7+95)=y“ please, abeg, go find changbin (she loves maths)

Y is for : *english school with skz pt.2* yes so the climax of the quintessential elements of the rainbow create the lyrical description of the factitous colours (like i said before, they’re all failing)

Z is for : *on skz-talker* zero amount of people called me sexy today… im sooo frickin pissed (not the white chicks reference)

𓍼 ⊹ ˚. ᝢ TAGLIST

@mynameisnotlaura ⤼ @alixnsuperstxr ⤼ @shaylaxo ⤼ @ziipzeepzop-eez

𓍼 ⊹ ˚. ᝢ NOTES

went to sleep at 4am

𓍼 ⊹ ˚. ᝢ GOD LOVES YOU 💕

[palepinkpig]

alternatives to sh:

paint your nails really messy and pick of the paint(this is extra effective with red polish)

drawing on yourself(i like to use makeup because i comes off easier than sharpie)

hot long showers with a whole self care routine(hair masks+face masks)

go out with friends and family(you can’t do anything while everyone else is there)

look at clothes online you can wear when the scars are healed(this one really helped me)

talk to someone about it(i know everyone and their mum had heard this but i really helps i told one of my friends i struggle with sh and she could relate now we keep each other accountable it actually really helped build our friendship)

play with/go on walks with pets(i have a bunch of dogs being aroundthem really helped me feel better)(if your able have your pet sleep in your room do your never alone)

rewards like shopping or sweet treats or just rewarding yourself of milestones or just for resisting the urge(lidls bakery was essential to my recovery icl)

picking up a hobby(knitting is fun and pretty easy to pick up there is loads of tutorials on youtube)(i had to have made like 5 scarfs in 2 months)(i also made some of the baby jumpers and hats that they send out to other places or smth this really helped me as it made me realise i had purpose)

distract yourself by learning a language(i can ‘speak’ bsl now and some turkish and latin)

remember how annoying cuts and scars are to hide(i wore tights 5+ days a week with cvts not fun)

harm reduction is really important is really important(i know it’s hard to stop so if you are unable to reduce the harm as much as possible)

i understand this may not work for everyone but i hope this helps someone from doing the same things as me

please remember all forms of sh are valid and just because your not cvting yourself doesn’t mean it’s not sh

you are important and you do matter and it gets better<3

if anyone needs to talk or vent dm me

[justinefrischmanngf]

i really need to do this work for one of my classes tomorrow but i could also just not do it and plead so sweetly with my prof after the class because i think he would be incredibly easy to get to forgive me but also i really should do it but aughhhhh also tomorrow's going to be insane and saturday is going to be more insane and then sunday i might drop off the face of the earth entirely so whoooooo knows !

[haodore]

THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS HEADCANON

⇢ how the sturniolo triplets would react to you having a nightmare

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

genre: platonic, hurt/comfort

word count: 0.5k

warnings: nightmares

NICK

you were having a sleepover at the triplets house when it happened, and you decided on sleeping in nicks bed because you and him were always the closest.

the nightmare was horrible, but by the time you woke up, shaking and crying, it slipped from your mind of what exactly the dream was about.

when a hand touched your shoulder softly, you jumped—which was unlike you, you heard: “hey, it’s just me. it’s nick.”

he’d say it in the softest way possible ☹️🫶

hearing his soft voice in the darkness made you feel relieved, and he looked at you worriedly while opening his arms for a hug.

now, let me tell you, nick would absolutely give the BEST hugs.

when you’d fall into his arms you’d feel so warm and safe and loved.

“just go back to sleep. i’ll be right here.”

MATT

you woke up on the triplets living room couch, the horrible nightmare still engraved in your mind as you stood up shakily.

you’d always had a problem with nightmares, but you’d kept it to yourself. you felt a bit embarrassed, to be honest, so normally you wouldn’t tell anybody it happened, and you’d attempt to go back to bed.

this dream, however, was so bad that it was like your mind was on autopilot, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of matt’s door.

you knocked lightly, and he’d open it a few seconds after. he would probably already be awake, to be honest.

the first thing he’d notice would be the way you were holding yourself—you looked smaller, in a way.

“what’s wrong?”

you’d chew on your bottom lip in thought for a moment, deciding if you should tell him. you were already there, so, why not.

“i, uh—had a nightmare.”

matt wouldn’t judge at all either.

“oh, that’s all right. do you wanna stay here for the rest of the night?”

you’d nod gratefully, and don’t tell anyone but matt would secretly be glad you felt so safe with him.

CHRIS

correct me if you think i’m wrong but i feel like chris is the type to be so tired he wouldn’t handle the situation properly??

like, picture this:

you both have a fucked up sleep schedule, at this time you should be awake but you’re not, and you fell asleep in his bed with him sleeping next to you.

you’d wake up, shaking, and the first thing that comes to mind is you need chris’ comfort.

you’d place a hand on his shoulder, shake him lightly until he groans, upset that someone disturbed his sleep.

“chris?”

“what…”

waking people up is literally my least favourite thing ever because i always feel bad, so if you’re like me, you’d hesitate before shaking him and speaking again.

“chris— i had a nightmare.”

his tired brain would mean he’s too tired to really do anything, but not too tired to comprehend what you said.

he’d wordlessly put an arm around your waist before tugging you into his side. “go back to sleep, i’m here.”

had a lot of fun writing this one icl

the sturniolo triplets taglist. @stxrniqlo

[cocoatonedcurls]

curly hair 101

hii :))

since "curls" is literally in my username, its only natural that I post about something for the curly girls :D

so why not start with a beginner's guide to curly hair :)

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in this guide

hair types/ curl patterns

wash day routine + products

regular hair care

hair styles + cuts

hair types

soo first of all i think its helpful if you get a gist of what hair type you have, e.g 2c, 3b, 4b etc...

its not mandatory and doesn't really mean anything but like it definitely aids when you're looking for haircair & inspo with hairstyles and haircuts and all that jazz 🤗 [ <- jazz hands :) ]

here's a chart to help you

obviously do some of your own research if you're unsure- this isn't very in-depth and doesn't use irl examples

also keep in mind that you can have multiple, and a wide range of types on one head LOLL like mine ranges from 2C -> 3C 🫣

(PS: this guide will be tailored to type 2 -> 3 hair just because that's what I have experience with and don't want to potentially ruin anyone's type 4 hair 😭 but if aspects of this apply then feel free to apply them 😇)

wash day routine + products

alrighty so i see some overcomplication/people being scared of curly hair washing- like looking at porosity and whatnot but IMO its really not that difficult

the only thing you really need to worry about for the washing aspect is getting moisturising (curly recommended) shampoo & conditioner, just cause if you don't it could dry out your hair and have a pretty dodgy finished product 😬 (I use Umberto Giannini for this)

washing is pretty standard:

wet your hair thoroughly, so that no part is dry

shampoo round 1, make sure to scrub thoroughly to get rid of any dirt and grime 🙈

rinse

shampoo round 2, this should turn your hair into its own bubble bath 🫧

rinse

condition, rake through your hair and make sure it is everywhere

let sit for a little bit, ~2 mins maybe

rinse

and thats it :))

don't use a regular towel, use a microfiber towel if you're using one at all so that all the moisture isn't drained from your hair before the rest of the products

now for the curly hair routine:

start with leave-in conditioner and run it through the entirety of your hair - I use Garnier leave-in, like the big tub

then run some curl cream through your hair and scrunch it in, make sure there is an even application throughout all the hair - I use the Shea Moisture curl cream

~ this next bit is optional because its a gel cast + styling but honestly id totally recommend going the extra mile for it cause it holds your curls for longer and makes ur hair softer ~

apply curly gel to your hair and scrunch it in, I use Aussie curl gel

for styling, I take the middle -> top sections of my hair, take some extra gel and finger coil the curls

let your hair air dry or diffuse

once completely dry, take some hair oil and scrunch it through your hair and separate any coils, I use argan oil

then you're done :))

regular hair care

there isnt really much to say here tbh

only that

if you need to refresh your curls, you should be able to do it just by finger-coiling with water

DON'T brush your hair while dry, it causes breakage

if you sweat, your hair will most likely get frizzy

to tie your hair use a scrunchie

sleeping with a bonnet helps reduce frizz but icl I don't 🫣

hair styles + cuts

okay let me preface this section by saying PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE do some research about curly stylists in your area, I promise it will be worth it because curly hair cutting requires special training (despite the fact we've probably all cut our hair ourselves at some point 🙈)

now here are some things I usually ask for in a haircut:

a trim off the edges to keep my hair healthy (I have hair down past my shoulders)

2 or 3 layers to keep volume around my head so it doesn't look like a flat landslide...

some long bangs at the front to frame my face

obviously thats just me so do some extra research and see what you'd like

not much, but here are some hairstyles i usually do for everyday wear:

hair down (obviously 🤗)

high ponytail/bun with a few curls at the front

half up half down with a few curls at the front

thats basically all the basics 🙃

i know its hard to start on a curly hair journey especially if you don't know what you're doing, so if you are (or aren't) i hope this was able to help you in some shape or form 🫶🤗

- li 🌘

[packsvlog]

may i have a matchmake perhaps :3

so i’m 5’2 not that that’s important but i think it’s silly. i’m pretty high energy and get excited pretty easily. i love love love naps, like im taking at LEAST one a day. i make jewelry and draw in my free time, kinda hard headed icl, but i try to see ppls povs no matter the situation. ummm i went to cosmetology school for hair :3 IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY HSSHFKGLP

hi, angel! you seem adorable, i hope you like this, but if there is anything (even the pair) you want to change, please send an ask again, I won’t mind!

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yuuji and geto.

ps: this are different relationships, not a throuple.

For starters, Itadori Yuuji would be a good match to your whole self, I fully believe (let’s discard his taste for tall women, tho.) he would be mesmerized and able to match your freak energy spikes.

Like let’s say you decide to wake up at three am to bake some pancakes, wether your know or not how to, you feel the strong need and capability to do so. Yuuji wakes up the moment he feel your warm missing from the bed, he groggily goes behind, not noticing the scent of cinnamon and fried or burned pancakes, and he just sits down on the dining table and keeps you company with random talk, slowly his sleep goes away and he follows your lead — you soon learn he can be a terrible baker. But, oh well, now you have dozens of pancakes and a huge hungry boyfriend to help eating them, burned or not.

You love your naps, Yuuji loves movies. Any other person would be annoyed that you use every spare moment to sleep, but the boy loves that he can see anything with his little angel company using him as a pillow — is his badge of honor. In daily situations, any spare moment you have you go to sleep, even if Yuuji is over, your boyfriend keeps doing his own things, at first…Because, once, he admired how cute and comfortable you were sleeping with dozens of pillows and a fluffy blanket, the sky was pouring and suddenly, Yuuji yawned. He scooped you over in his arms and started to cuddle you only to fall asleep later. So now, if he feels like it or he catches you drooling during a movie, chances are he is going to rest his head on yours and sleep as well.

Itadori would never impose his hobbies and mannerisms on you, but he is a chameleon boyfriend, your hobbies are also his hobbies. So when he noticed your very unique jewelry, and you mentioning that you are the one that does them, he was wonderstruck by your talent and begged for you to make him some or teach him! Whatever you gift for Itadori, which consists mostly of bracelets and a special necklace, he wears happily. Waving them in front of anyone, just for them to ask about it and he proudly says his partner made.

Some date nights consist of you two just hanging out in your bedroom, making matching jewelry.

When you first told Yuuji that you went to cosmetology school, his first reaction was to say “That’s awesome! Like Frenchie, from Grease, right?”, his second reaction was to ask to become your lab rat. This man trusts you with anything, that’s a fact, and it does not hurt him that his partner can take care of him so well.

So yeah, I’m sorry sweetie, but this boy is begging for skin care treatment every saturday, colorful masks on your faces while you both watch movies and sip beverages from cute straws with matching pajamas.

Although, I think his favorite thing is the hair care part — Yuuji is very know for his pink hair, you love it lots and lots, and so does he, but my god isn’t change the most amazing thing ever? At first, you refused to do anything to his hair, until he begged you for a buzz cut and weeks later to dye the black parts pink and more two weeks, draw some strawberries on the top. Since then, sometimes, when you two are bored and his hair has been growing for some time, Yuuji and you come up with a new art for him, always at the palete of pink — but Yuuji secretly hopes one day you’ll let him dye it white or blue.

In summary, your relationship can be categorized as: your loving boyfriend who adorably thinks you are the most talented person in this world. For Yuuji, there is no one like you, and he is tremendously proud to call you his.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Sukuna is not mentioned because Yuuji does not let him come out when you are near, he gets more willpower if you are in proximity, but if he has to swallow any finger, he does not do with you on the school grounds.

◛ ₊· When Yuuji first met you, he revalued his whole tall girl taste, is not that he started to like short people, he just liked you.

◛ ₊· Yuuji is a nickname person, yours are princess/prince, angel and when he wants to do his hair, frenchie. But he doesn’t mind any nickname for him, call him baby or Yuujiiii, he melts right away.

◛ ₊· Yuuji special necklace made by you is a locket that contains a photo of the two of you on your first date as an official couple. He plans on showing and giving to your kids one day.

──── ✿ ──── ✿ ──── ✿ ────

Your second match is Geto Suguru, also know as energetic people trainer — you and Gojo his most prominent works.

With you, though, he obviously has a soft spot. Basically, is a little secret of his, but if Geto gets a chance to make you become bouncy and happy and talk his ear off about anything, he will do. Suguru wants to be your go to person to be yourself with those spikes of energy, cute right?

So let’s say you have been into a new book, you’re only reading the first one of the incomplete series and you are hooked already. Every chance you have, there you are, talking about it with Geto even if he has no idea what’s going on, he listens because it’s you — Suguru loves your voice. You explain the plot and the theories you have read on tumblr, you even give him spoilers (he doesn’t mind).

“So,” Geto asks when you stop rambling. “when are you reading the next one?”

You answer right away that the second book is taking a long time to be released, you reached the author via email at two in the morning once, asking about it, and he was rude.

Your boyfriend did not liked that, so he did his boyfriends duties — a week later, the trembling author appears on their social media giving the date of the book release, but you don’t have to worry about that, your boyfriend already got you one, with a beautiful designed cover for you and his dedication of love on the first page.

As a way to forever thank him, you spoil your boyfriend with a large amount of earrings and one ring. If Geto could, he would wear all of them at once but since he has only two piercings, he asks you to pierce some more. Whenever he has his hair up, his ears are shinning with intricate jewelry. In his hand, though, is the most detailed ring matching one of your own. He loves it, is a secret plan he has with himself to one day change it for a engagement one, but he would still wear this made by you everyday.

When you first met Geto, his hair was down and dried, like he washed it with dish soap. When the two of you started going out, not yet a couple, you grabbed his hand and brought him to your bathroom, using your expensive’s hair care product, bringing shine and silk texture to his long locks.

It was a pretty good looking mistake, honey. The man learned that day how much he loves his hair, and since he is not bothered enough to go buy his own shampoo and conditioner, yours is going to end a lot quicker. You get upset, and mad, and he laughs sweetly before presenting you with a large basket with many other products, some even better than the ones you have.

It’s not for only you, unfortunately, Geto loves the feeling of your hands on his scalp.

Geto also loves your hands on his when you randomly get energy to paint his nails. You don’t notice how automatic it is for you to caress his knuckles and hold him so dearly, it makes him feel so loved, this little care you have for him. He is adamant that his nails is always black, but if you pout long enough, and it’s the weekend, you can choose any color you want. By sunday he will be removing and asking for his black back.

Suguru and yours relationship is the one where he does anything for you, he enable your tastes, folds backwards if you ask. This man has no one else he loves more dearly. Sure, he can be a lot from time to time, but you wouldn’t have any other way, and neither does he.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· When Geto asked you out, you told him you thought he was already in a relationship. He assumed you meant with Shoko, and while he was explaining it to you, you told him you thought it was with Gojo — he was disgusted.

◛ ₊· Gojo and you are good friends, he also shares your energetic nature, and that’s a nightmare for your boyfriend. He can handle you, he loves you! But Gojo and you together deciding to do a run for every store in tokyo to shopping from 8am till 8pm? Nah, he can’t handle it.

◛ ₊· It is a pretty common sight to have Geto grabbing your jacket or shirt to move you away from Gojo when it becomes too much.

◛ ₊· Once, he forgot to remove his pink nail polish with intricate girly drawings you made — principal Yaga was the one to notice.

◛ ₊· You are the only person allowed to touch his hair. Once you were obsessed with Hunger Games, and both of you watched all the movies with matching braids.

◛ ₊· As any other guy that loves to annoy their partners, Suguru uses your head as an arm rest, he loves it. If Gojo does the same, he beats his friend.

[thenickgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/thenickgirl/751115062706569216/i-need-nick-sturniolo-to-dick-me-down-rn-like-i?source=share

Im a different annon pookie

Icl im writing straight to the action

I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ADDRESS THE READER SO I KEPT USING HIS MAN IM SORRY ITS SO REPETATIVE

Nicks tounge slidinf into his mouth small wimpers and whines escaping his mans lips into his own slowly reaching down to palm him trough his jeans while using his other hand to pull his hair back to deepen the kiss

Finally nicks hand reaches his mans dick palming slowly and painfully his man whines in dissatisfaction begging him to speed up without actually talking nick smurks on his mans lips as he pulls away "such a needy boy arent you" smirking as his man whines hinting him to continue he reaches and wraps his arms around nicks neck again pulling him into a messy needy kiss as he slowly pushes nick back on the bed so he is on top

Pulling away his man waits not even a second to start unbuckling nicks pants to get to the good stuff. Finaly taking his jeans off his man notices the patch off pre cum on is boxers reaching for his waistband and pulling them down to his thighs

Nicks dick hits his stomach as his man is basicly drooling at the sight of his cock just needing it quickly moving his head down to nicks dick and wrapping his plup lips around nicks tip and slowly starts bobbing his head up and down using his tounge occasionally nicks low groans and moans fill the room his man cups nicks balls gently playing with them and massaging them in his hand nicks back archces loud moans escaping his mouth

He grabs his mans head before he cums and smashes their lips together taking his prior position over his man taking his jeans and boxers off while their tounges dance and harshly grabbing his dick and pumping his hand up and down as he uses the other to put his man so his chest is on the pillow and allining his dick with his mans entrance and pushing in harshly

Slamming his hips into his man nick uses his other hand to pull him up to his chest to depeen the fuck and speed up still pumping his man and holding his throat tightly his man barly even able to say nicks name is moaning uncontrollably whines wimers and moans from his man groans and occasional moans from nick and the clapping of skin could be heard throughout the whole house the room smelt like sex and his man released all over nicks hand without warning but a loud moan nick not slowing down slams his mans face into the pillow speeding up is hips more going at an impossible speed nick starts to get sloppy and slow down and cums inside his man

Pulling out nick lays next to his man and gently pulls him into a hug and they both drift off to sleep

HELP IM SORRY IDK HOW TO WRITE ENDINGS

oh my god avahdjdvdjcbefjk i need a minute