#it is 4am :) and i must go to work now :(

[paracosmicka]

Super quick doodle before work lol

I’ve been doing this thing where if I don’t wanna wake up early to start getting ready my brain is like “I’ll let you draw sonadow for 30 minutes if you wake up” and it works for some reason but then as revenge to myself I draw sonadow sleeping

[jinxificada]

unfamiliar check

adoptive sister!jinx x adoptive sister!reader

summary: eavesdropping on dad brought an unexpected bonding between sisters.

notes: nsfw ! 1,5k wc, no proofread. again, jinx and reader are not related biologically. not my best work but i stayed up till 4am to finish it…

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

“jinx.” you whisper-shout, trying to adjust your sight to the darkness of her room as you peek your head inside. she rolled over in her bed, grumbling. “are you awake?”

“what?”

“i heard something from dad’s office.”

she opened her eyes, just enough to see you approaching her and kneeling next to the bed. you were frowning.

“you’re being paranoid,” she dismissed, closing her eyes again. “he must be working.”

“i dunno… i wanna check in on him, come with me,” you insisted, shaking her shoulder softly. “please?”

jinx groaned, “fine.” she complies with an annoyed sigh, pushing herself up off the bed with a quick stretch. “let’s go.”

as you and jinx cautiously tip-toe towards silco’s office, the noises get progressively louder and more obvious. jinx approached first, her breath hitching in surprise as she pressed her ear against the door.

“no way…”

“what? what’s going on?” you urged, only to get smacked in the arm as she shushed you.

another sound emitted from the other side of the door, causing jinx to blush and grin in both amusement and disbelief.

“no fucking—“ “what is it?” you try to push her to press your ear against the door.

“keep it down! you idiot,” she pushed you against the wall, her hand on your mouth. “they’re fucking.”

your eyes widened, an instant blush spreading across your cheeks. sex? your father? it sounded ridiculous, but the faint groans proved her right.

you both squirmed, inching closer to hear better. a particularly loud moan startled you, shying your eyes away from jinx’s as she snickered.

as you listened in closely, you can vividly hear distinct sounds coming from the room; low, guttural groans, moans, pants, creaking, slapping… it felt like your ears were overheating.

“disgusting.” she scrunched up her nose, tugging at your arm as she pulled back. “c’mon.”

she takes your hand and guides your back to her room, commenting on the situation with a lighthearted demeanor. you were way too affected to respond like usual, plopping down on her bed with her.

“‘can’t believe dad was nasty like that,” she continued to laugh, just then looking over at you with a grin. “what’s up with you? i could swear it looked like you enjoyed listening to that.”

“did not.” you huffed, smacking her hand away when she tried to poke you. “it was just… too much, don’t you think so?”

“maybe if you’re a prude.” jinx said, grinning. she leaned back and put her hands behind her head, tilting her head to you, “you sure were invested though. i mean… you’re blushing like a tomato.”

your blush still hadn’t faded, and was probably even more prominent now. you tried to think of a response, but your mind was elsewhere.

“that’s not it!” you protested, but jinx only chuckled amusedly.

“eww!” jinx’s laugh rings in your ear as she rolls over the bed, you keep shushing her but she’s having way too much fun. “are you seriously turned on?”

a laugh escapes your lips, sounding embarrassed but infected by her amusement. a light shove on her side starts a playful wrestling fight. the already messy blankets tangle up with your legs, immobilizing you and easing her the win. she effortlessly pinned your hands together over your head with only one of hers, the other suddenly moving down to your lower waist.

“be honest,” she purred, her touch tantalizing and exploring as she lowered to grip your hip. “are you wet?”

the change in the air caught you off guard, your smile wavered noticeably as you try to make sense of the sudden flirtatious tone and the obscenity of her words.

“w-wet? of course not—!” you argued with a weak, slightly trembling voice.

“really? then you don’t mind it if i check?” she smirked.

“g-go ahead, i’m not wet.“ you said, but your voice cracked when jinx’s hand slipped below the waistband of your pajama shorts.

you gasped at the light touch, arching your back involuntarily, consequently pressing yourself against her palm for a quick moment before flinching.

your little reaction didn’t slip past jinx, and she smirked again.

“for someone who ‘isn’t turned on’… you’re getting awfully squirmy.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but when her hand moved down lower, you couldn’t hold back a small moan.

“w-wait, n-“ you tried to speak, but your mind was starting to go blank.

her slender fingers work under your clothes, teasing your throbbing clit with slow circles. you were wet, jinx could feel it. you shut your eyes firmly and bit your lower lip, holding back from grinding against her touch.

your efforts to keep from squirming and moaning were getting more and more difficult.

“look at you,” jinx teased, “so worked up by just a couple minutes of eavesdropping… i’m not even moving that fast.”

her fingers continued their slow, torturous pace, and your body was quickly overheating. you started to fidget, your legs shifting to get some much needed friction, parting them for her.

“jinx, stop—“ you tried to protest, but the syllables were quickly becoming moans and whimpers. your words were laced with arousal even though you were trying to ground yourself. you clearly weren’t doing a good job, soon your body following the pace jinx was setting.

low sighs and curses left your mouth only to be eaten up by jinx, your breaths mingling together for a while now. she kept teasing you, hoping you would break and ask for more.

“god, you’re so sensitive.” she whispered, her voice sultry.

your conflicting feelings were dissolved the second she nipped your lip, hardly enough to make you wince as she pulled it a few inches away. it was almost automatic, the way your tongue stuck out and received hers without a second thought. her tongue was hot like fire as it explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

your inhibitions lowered so abruptly, in a moment later you were whining for her to touch you properly.

“ya like that, toots?” she hummed, returning to cup your pussy but with a firmer grip, making you exhale harshly. “i can feel how bad you want it.”

“y-yes, i want it.” you broke, squirming under her weight. “please, hurry.”

“hmm…” jinx pushed down your clothes, tugging playfully at your pubic hair and chuckling under her breath when you hissed: “asshole.”

she gathered your moisture, brushing upwards to repeat her movements now against your bare pussy. she entertains herself by changing the pace just when you’re growing used to it, going from light, long strokes to rapid and hard rubbing.

“fuck—!” you almost growled, frowning deeply at her. “stop teasing, jinx.”

she hummed pleasantly at the way you say her name, trying so hard to sound firm despite the wavering voice. her teeth find your throat as she pushed a finger in, you shudder at the new sensation, mewling softly and tilting your head back.

“say my name,” she suddenly pleaded, her breath hot against your skin. you comply, breathlessly repeating her name once, twice. “again~” she giggled, adding a second finger.

her fingers buried inside of you, pumping hard enough to push your whole body. the bed cracked, another reason to blush.

were you two too loud? could your father hear you like you heard him?

you couldn’t bring yourself to care. your sister was fucking you like she’s been wanting to for ages. the thrill of being caught made your head spin.

a soft splashing sound of your fluids echoed in jinx’s room, she moaned with you, smiling contently and making sweet remarks about how well you were taking her and how hot you sounded. you started to tear up at some point, feeling so close.

she was hitting your sweet spot, she had let go of your hands to keep your hips still. now you were free to cling onto her, gripping her hair and pulling her into a bruising kiss.

“m’close,” you cried into her lips, a smile gracing them at your words.

“i know you are,” she said hoarsely, her fingers moving faster. “and it’s all me.”

you can practically feel the pride in her tone, she’s enjoying knowing that she’s the one causing this. her fingers press into you relentlessly, and her hand grips your hip a little harder.

“come on,” she muttered against your ear. “come for me.”

it’s a blur, she has to press her palm on your mouth to shut you up. though her excited chuckles might’ve been equally loud. she keeps fucking you through your high, finalizing with a soft smack on your pussy.

you giggle, too, twitching for a long minute as your body processes the orgasm. she still kisses you, lips, jaw, cheeks, she smooches your face with a happy grin.

she’s looked at you like this before, eyes glowing with admiration, devotion… yearning.

it almost makes you forget the reality of your relationship.

[biancasaidstfu]

These people are BUSY. They are WORKING. Don’t know what everyone is going on about in terms of vacation. They just finished ten months of a Bridgerton. Ten MONTHS! And Luke shot a movie in there!

When they aren’t in front of a camera, there is auditioning, rehearsal time, memorizing your lines, traveling to locations, doing character research, filming promotion, doing print interviews, attending industry events, maintaining their socials, going to clothes fittings, meeting with your management, PR, agent, legal team, financial team, taking meetings for prospective jobs, photo shoots, networking, going to the gym, spending time with friends, family, SO, etc.

It’s a LOT.

And film shoots are 12-16-18-20 hour days (used to date a director, I know). Nic and Luke were always napping on set - Nic fell asleep in her boobs ffs - and they were picked up at 4am to head to set. Sure they have flexibility that others may not have but they’re hardly slacking. Maybe Luke buys his coffee and goes back to bed some days but he’s also shooting scenes at 2am. Nic is auditioning in between interviews and taking singing lessons.

Even the nonsense about Luke “always being on vacation”—how many trips was that? Five, ten? Even if each trip was a week, that’s 10 weeks. Big deal. That’s still 10 months of long days and late nights and attending events in the evening.

I think people who are employees who work 9-5 don’t get it. I work in a longs-hours, stressful, but flexible-hours industry (self-employed, 1099, like actors) and it is common for my peers to take a week off every 2mos (work 7wks, take the 8th off) because the work is intense. So in theory, 6 vacations a year.

But there are always trade offs: make good money, get a pedicure or drink margaritas at 11am on a Tuesday if you want, and book a vacation whenever if you can manage your clients and your workload. But there is no steady guaranteed paycheck, you don’t get off at 5pm, you don’t get weekends or evenings off, you don’t get holidays off necessarily, you take work calls into the evening, and it’s high stress.

The vacations might look glamorous but it’s to prevent burnout and the rest of the time is spent hustling.

In Nic and Luke’s case— and it’s not a small thing—they have the added pressure of being in a fishbowl constantly with cameras in their faces and being interrupted by strangers whenever they leave their house to do anything, go to dinner, see a show, etc. Time off affords them a tiny slice of privacy and sanity which must be a huge relief. Can’t imagine their mental health, actually, with the internet stalking them 24/7 and screaming their hate at them all day everyday, and the industry demanding they be beautiful and perfect and fit and morally upright and sex symbols and “nice” and non-controversial every time they’re seen in public lest their fortunes and follower counts fall.

Actors are hustlers. When they get to be Luke and Nic’s level of recognition and fame, they employ big teams of people to keep their momentum going and to make them look good while they’re doing it. That’s expensive and those people’s livelihoods are depending on them. That’s big pressure to produce.

People really shouldn’t begrudge them their time off.

I’d bet good money most people wouldn’t trade their privacy and decent work hours for the life Nic and Luke lead now. I’m sure the perks are nice but it comes with pressures they couldn’t have fathomed when they were first starting out.

Fame and fortune seems great but you’re only as good as your last gig (hence, this fandom’s constant harsh conversation around “being lazy, always on vacation, unemployed, slacking, following your boyfriend around, no momentum, missed opportunities,” etc). So that means you’re hustling all the time, and that means you’re tired, and that means you could use a vacation.

Maybe we could put the “always on vacation” thing to bed and get back to the part where we watched these two go from babies to global celebrities, continuing to book really cool new stuff. The Lovers Guide and GOAT? They’re doing GREAT! And as fans, we’re actually pretty lucky to have so much to look forward to.

Okay, sorry for the rant, Bianca, just wanted to throw out a different perspective. Our favorites are not lazy! It’s cool if they’re on summer vacation! 🏖️🍹🌺

*the image came from X

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Love this ❤️

[izaanagi]

omg hiii

If you still take requests, i want some fluff with haikyuu men pls. (ONLY IF U DO THAT OFC 🫶)

Im currently having my period abd left a stain on my new sofa😭, and i want them to comfort me 🥹

(I need an oikawa, tsukishima n kuroo pls, then who you wanna do, or just these three. THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭🫶)

haikyuu men + fluff antics feat. Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro and Oikawa Tooru.

— Tsukishima Kei.

It makes up for a pretty excuse that you had a tough week at work and there is nothing more you would like than to fall into your bed and forget about the world. 

Always on the run, always trying to get more things in your schedule until you are running ragged is the only way you fare, and you tell yourself that nothing might make you better besides maybe a gallon of ice cream - but even then you know you are lying to yourself. 

So, all it takes is one phone call and some minutes for a knock to come banging at your door. When you open it, a pink fluffy bathrobe the only thing you are wearing, Tsukishima Kei is standing at the door, a black bag hanging from his hand. He is trying to be non-chalant, but there is a certain expectation in his eyes that you cannot help but find endearing. 

“Why, come in,” you invite him in, as Tsukishima takes off his shoes and leaves the snacks you did not request of him on the counter in the kitchen. 

Then, all you need to do is wait sitting on the couch until Kei wanders in and sits against you. Immediately, you can feel your body getting more relaxed, the tendons losing their strung-like tension as your head plummets onto his broad shoulder. 

“You are a terrible cuddle buddy, Kei,” you say, no real bite in your voice. You can already feel the softness of sleep tugging at your seams. 

“That’s news to me,” he says as he settles in, and tugs you by your arm. You end up on his lap, side to his chest and you head finding itself into the right spot, tucked beneath his chin. 

“You’re hard as a rock,” you mumble. 

You can feel Kei freeze up. Once the double-entendre registers, you laugh at yourself - because you maybe have lost all your goddamned mind if now you can joke in front of Kei and not have it mean anything besides an expression of comfort in his presence. 

“You really are a danger to me,” he answers, wrapping his hand around your shoulder as the other settled down on your thigh, and his thumbs start drawing senseless shapes onto your soft skin. He kisses your hair, and then you simply sit there, wrapped in the warmth and the love that oozes from every pore of the man that you swore would never been anything besides cold. And yet, here he is, cuddling you to sleep, his arms welcoming you everytime you need him. 

His heartbeat becomes the rhythm of your breathing, and as the night goes on, you can feel your fatigue lulling you to sleep. 

“You know, Kei?” 

“Mmh,” he answers, half asleep himself, besides how he must not be in the most uncomfortable of positions. 

“I think that ice cream is gonna melt,” you say, as you twine your fingers with his. His palm are slightly sweaty, but he brings your united hand to his mouth and kisses your hand softly, sealing a promise, the words of it lost to the night. 

“Let it,” he answers. 

“What if I want some at 4am?” You ask, almost upset thinking about the waste. But Kei does not let you get off his lap, he simply tightens his hold on you and nuzzles his nose in the space between your neck and shoulder. 

“I’ll buy you some more,” he answers. 

“Promise?” 

“Yeah. Now, let’s go to sleep,” he says, as he sweeps you in a princess hold and all you have to do is let him walk to your bedroom and close your eyes, knowing that tomorrow is going to be another day.

— Kuroo Tetsuro.

Kuroo is late to bed. 

Tetsuro is never late. But he has been spending an unhealthy amount in the bathroom, and if that is not annoying, then the music coming out of it, certainly is. Why is Kuroo tetsuro even listening to girly pop music as he does whatever it is he does for so long? 

If you did not know him, you would probably assume he was stealing your skincare products. But despite him taking very good care of himself, Tetsuro hates having any kind of cream on his body - so that is not the case. 

“Tetsu! Are you coming to bed or not? I’m going to fall asleep without you,” you shout, your head on your comfortable pillow in Tetsuro’s bed, sprawled in diagonal and occupying all the space you can possibly take. 

“Don’t you dare, you fiend,” he screams back. He appears from the door a minute later, fully pj-clothed and a shit-eating grin on his face, his hand somehow down in a disarray. He looks as if he has a fight inside the bathroom, at which you just shake your head and pat the small space left on the bed near you. 

Kuroo crawls on the bed, and then, continuing being the menace that he is, he lightly bites you thigh, then kisses your stomach and settles on it. 

“Do you think I am your personal pillow, Kuroo?” 

“For all matters and purpose, yes you are,” he drawls as he makes himself more comfortable. His cheek is laying on your belly, his hands wrapped around your waist and his own legs tangling with yours. 

The softness of the lighting makes the scene look out of a book, with Tetsuro contentedly sighing as he is smiling to himself, his favourite person there with him, pliant to his whims and him being ready to go anything for his girl. 

“It is even comfortable?” you ask, a little unsure. Kuroo has always been physical, but the sleeping-in-same-bed is a new thing for you. You are not used to whatever his little quirks are, but Tetsuro has the special ability to make you feel safe anywhere. 

The bedroom is not an exception. He never asks for anything, but you know that he is trying to gauge where your boundaries stand and how far can he push them. The innocent glint in his eyes is the proof that the mischief is a calculated move from his side to understand what makes you uncomfortable and how he can work around it, while possibly holding your hand. 

Suddenly, Tetsuro takes your hand and puts it on his disheveled head. 

“Pet me, please” he asks. It is such a wild, out of pocket request that your brain short circuits for a while. Tetsuro does not lose his mind as you do, and guides your hand into a stroking motion that makes you feel how soft his hair actually is. 

“I am the most comfortable with your hands on me,” he says, and that takes you by surprise. 

“I want you in my sight all the time, and the easiest way for me to have that, is you touching me. I want you to be comfortable to touch me anywhere, anytime my love,” he says, slow and deliberate. 

The blush rises to your cheeks unprompted. 

“You are such a smooth talker,” you accuse as you continue stroking his hair and he makes himself more at home between your legs. 

He laughs softly and presses another small kiss onto your stomach. 

“Only for you,” he says and cheekily winks. 

Your combined laughter can be heard across the apartment, as the candles melt off and the sun sets, Tetsuro’s eyes closing, and yours following suit not long after.

— Oikawa Tooru.

“Babe?” you hear your boyfriend calling you softly from somewhere inside the house. Sitting on the kitchen stool, you have no intention to move. Your stomach hurts, everything is tragedy and you are one step away from committing a crime. But Oikawa Tooru does not know any of that. 

He wanders inside with his bright smile, wattage of around one hundred thousand suns, as brightens up even more when his warm brown eyes land on you. 

“What are you smiling for?” you ask, grumpy. 

Tooru just pouts. 

“I am happy that I get to see the love of my life,” he responds, slightly offended - but not butthurt. Which is summary of Tooru in your relationship with him: a gentle, sweet, caring soul that bruises easily but bounces back as easily, at least when it comes to you. You don’t have the guts to keep your mood sour in his presence. 

As Tooru comes around, kisses your shoulder and hugs you from behind, all you can think about is how exactly did you manage to make this man yours. You let out a heavy breath and wrap your arm around his neck, keeping his warm breath clashing against your back and his presence enough to make you melt. 

“I am sorry,” you say as you turn around to face him, his smile already back on his plump lips, and his eyes full of love. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I would love you even if you stabbed me,” he chuckles and hugs you tighter. You leave a kiss on the side of his mouth, and he chases you back planting a soft couple of kisses on your mouth. 

“I just want to rest,” you say, exhausted. Your shoulder slump, and you can feel Tooru supporting you, both with his words and his body. You have nothing to be afraid of. All you need is this man being his usual self, making your worries simply disappears into nothing. 

“Let’s tuck you inside the bed, and I’ll come to make a sweet hot chocolate,” he says and props you up in his arms, and carries you to the bedroom. The apartment is small enough that it is a short walk, but you know Tooru must be exhausted too, after his training - and yet, here he is, taking care of you, without any word of displeasure or hint of annoyance.

“Thank you, Tooru.” 

As you settle in, Tooru simply looks at you as he goes back to the kitchen and says nothing. 

When he is back with a steaming mug few minutes after, you feel the need to say something, before you regret it. 

“Hey Tooru,” you begin.

“Yeah?”

“You know that I love you, right?” 

Tooru delivers the mug on your bedside table and leans in for a kiss. “I do. And I love you too, my bunny.” 

He kisses you again, and when he is back in bed, he settles you in his arms, his arm functioning as a arm for your head. Your breaths are synced and there is nothing to say besides the words that lay unsaid between the two of you. But they are all words of comfort and love, and there is nothing uncomfortable in leaving them in silence. 

You both know. Tooru caresses your arms, your waist, and cups your face. 

“If you ever have a tough day, you can vent to me. You can call me and shout at me if you need. There is nothing I cannot bear, if it is for your sake,” he voices slowly, as if afraid the words will sound somehow twisted after the silence. 

But you smile, and perch yourself high, your hand wrapping around Tooru’s neck and leaning into him to kiss him goodnight. 

“You always make it better with this stupidly stunning face of yours,” you answer. 

“I knew you were dating me for my looks, damn it,” he throws back and kisses you once again, as the world falls away. His angelic face is monumental when he is asleep, but you hope he never finds that out. God forbid his ego grows even more.

[my-flesh-is-crispy]

HIIIII :D can we have a pre-forsaken!007n7 x exploiter!reader ? Basically reader is harmless but mischievous and often annoys 007n7 when he's actively terrorrizing robloxians, to the point he's expecting reader to be there not long after him!! Thank u :> !

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*c00lgui title here*

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*yawnnnnnn* okay, I'm starting this at 4am! But I love writing for my anons tho <3 even if I get sleep deprived doing it, heh....

I like this request a lot and it was actually an absolute joy to write! :D

Anyway- I'm pretty sleepy writing this so if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes I sowwy 😔

Tw: terror!

Note: this takes place pre-forsaken so c00lkid is only 5 :]

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n7, the infamous hacker and exploiter of the golden age of Roblox you happen to find yourself in now. You were also an exploiter, but your liked to just spectate the cases of other hackers doing their thing. So you never really got sent to the bandlands because mods had better things to deal with.

Still,n7 was expecting to deal with you, you often spectated his terrorizing , and while he found your presence amusing, you were a god forsaken pain in the ass. And instead of bringing his 5 year old son to teach him about the c00lgui and pick up some pizza from the pizza place he usually terrorized, he paid someone a few hundred studs to babysit c00lkid instead because he didn't want you to show the more romantical side of n7 to his son, or anyone for that matter-

So it came much to his surprise when you weren't immediately there when he got there, sure, he could text you, but he usually didnt have too. This was certainly weird. But the show must go on I guess! n7 sat inconspicuously on one of the tables of the restaurant, just messing with the c00lgui. Sure, some of the pizza workers might recognize him, but did that really even matter at this point? They were pretty much just dead meat now anyways. N7 buzzed in a series of buttons on the floating panel, and all that happened was a single tripmine spawned in front of one of the workers while they were taking an order from someone.

You were already on your way though. You just teleported yourself Infront of the door and walked in, the door bell jingled and a couple people glanced up at you but no one payed much mind, just continuing on with their usual lives.

Oh, if only they knew what was about to happen.

You thought to yourself as you sat down across from him on the table, he was extremely focused on the c00lgui panel for some reason l, wasn't it just like.... Pressing buttons? Oh, but he hasn't even said hi yet, you thought about just pulling it away from him, but that might actually make him mad, so you settled on: y/n: "hey...! Hey!! I'm right here, peel the layer of greese between your face and that thingy and look up". You said, his face went flat and he looked up from the c00lgui. N7: "I didn't realize we were going to be doing dinner dates now, sue me." He said sarcastically, poking the table a few times. Y/n: "please, I'm only here for the chaos" you said, watching one of the pizza workers get a migraine and throw up from the tripmines, you laughed to yourself a little. N7: "if you want chaos, stop talking and let me work" he said, already a little annoyed. Y/n: "oh so your inviting me to be here th-" you got cut oof by the sound of flames erupting behind you on the counter of the ordering station.

N7: "finally, it's working!" He said, now the fire spread across the place. Y/n: "shouldn't we just like... Get out of here?" you looked around at all the panicking faces. Some people tried to escape but the door was glitching and not opening as the kitchen and everyone inside burned and boiled, the fire extinguishers weren't much use here....

N7 just kept putting codes and comands into the c00lgui so you just used your hacking program to teleport out and not a few moments after he did the same. N7: "do you think anyone saw me?" He asked as the building started to collapse, breaking down and crumbling into ashes. Y/n: "no shit, yeah they saw you... I don't think they're going to live to tell the story though...."

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[vernoniekiss]

kim mingyu headcannons

↬ offer to do all the house chores, like washing the dishes, doing the laundry etc. he’s literally a house husband.

↬ another pouty baby. really likes the cling onto you with those huge muscles so you’ll have no choice to but stay with him.

↬ loves to go on dinner dates with you whenever your both free from a busy schedule. likes to have it at-least once a week. he’s sooooo romantic. even if you don’t have time for a long nice dinner date, he’ll take you on a walk to the park. anywhere as long as he spends time alone time with you away from work and any work calls.

↬ he’s literally so babygirl coded. would get all flustered and shy when you compliment him. hiding behind your shoulder or hiding his face in your neck with his arms wrapped around you. doesn’t mind you teasing him either.. he’ll get all pouty and shy.

↬ he’s such a cheesy man.. would come up with the cheesiest pick up line ever. no matter what your doing. cooking. brushing your teeth. “i think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes” (o_0) CHEESY NICKNAMES !!

↬ i see mingyu as a person who really likes to have skin contact with their partner every way possible. linking pinkies. holding hands. arms around your shoulder or waist. has to be touching you in any way.

↬ would be your personal driver. like wdym he’s busy rn ??? he’s totally free and can definitely take you wherever and whenever. it’s 3am and your hungry ? “go get dressed more warmly and let’s go. i’ll pay so don’t worry. pfft what ???. no i’m not tired. come on, let’s go now”

↬ literally your personal heated blanket… once he lays on top of you. he’s never getting off. he’s just always so warm. if you always have cold hands he’ll keep his hands on yours or stuff your hand in his pockets.

↬ also your personal chef. learns to cook your favourite food. makes the best ramen (according to wonwoo). if your hungry at 4am, he’ll make you a meal. if you skipped lunch ? you’d bet he’s gonna cook a meal that can feed a whole family.

↬ i feel like he’s big on pda. really likes to show you off (≧▽≦). in public or on social media. gotta let everyone knows he’s taken by a goddess..

↬ best comforter when your sad. why?? because that chest of his is comfy and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[gremlin-girly]

Apollo's Accident

Banner by me and the images were sourced from Pinterest (credit to the OG pics and their beautiful cats!), made in Canva | Dividers by @/kodaswrld

Originally posted as Day 18 of @flufftober

Prompt: "I got you"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, a lil mutual pining, friends to lovers, cat dad!Bucky, gn!reader, awkward situations with a pan (I don't want to give away the plot), mentions of a family emergency (not described).

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive and I may have missed something (though I try not to) so please read at your own risk.

Summary: Your friend Bucky Barnes cat sits for you when you have an emergency. However, after one little accident, you come back to the strangest welcome ever.

Word Count: 1.7k

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When you had asked Bucky to cat sit Apollo, you weren't sure if he'd agree. You were friends, well, coffee-buddies but you weren't sure if it was too big of an ask.

You'd known Bucky for two months now. After finding Alpine for him, you'd begun to have regular playdates at eachother's apartments with your respective fur babies and sharing stories and discussions over coffee. You'd been texting more recently too. Sending eachother videos from Tiktok and YouTube, or articles on cat caring tips (occasionally branching out into a topic you had briefly discussed).

Nevertheless, when you had a family emergency and called Bucky, he'd immediately agreed. You'd thanked him profusely and he kept saying it was no problem. After all, he knew Apollo. Apollo knew him. Alpine and Apollo enjoyed being around one another so it was like one big play date for them. You told Bucky he could take your bed but he'd refused, insisting the sofa was fine and if he needed to he'd head home to his apartment for a few hours sleep.

You'd left in a rush, kissing Apollo's head goodbye, then Alpine’s before giving Bucky a strange, awkward pat on the arm.

"It'll be alright doll, promise." He reassured you, giving you a small smile. You smiled wryly back as you headed out the door.

"I hope so."

The day you left all was well. It was the days following that were absolute hell.

The second day you were gone, Apollo was now restless. He'd jumped onto Bucky's sleeping form at 4am, startling him awake. It only got worse after that.

Apollo paced around the apartment, miaowing loudly the whole day. He walked over Bucky's laptop while working on a mission report, typing random letters and numbers all over the word document. Bucky huffed at him, but he was hardly annoyed. If anything his heart melted over the display. Bucky had sent you photos and videos of the displays of neediness, to which you had texted your thanks with any updates.

You: He's never been like that with anyone before.

You: You must be special Buck :)

Bucky's heart fluttered at your texts. He had been enjoying to get to know you these last two months; even more so knowing that Alpine had liked you too. He had been trying to find a way to develop your relationship, maybe by asking you for more than a coffee or a kitty playdate. It had been hard to find the courage to ask and everytime seemed like the wrong time. Especially now that you were probably worried sick over your family.

On the third day, you had told Bucky you weren't sure how long you were going to be. Maybe another two or three days. Great.

Apollo had already woke Bucky up at 4am again and was desperately vying for his attention. Bucky scratched the back of his ear, letting Apollo settle onto him with a rumbling purr.

"I got you, pal." Bucky said quietly, trying to fall back to sleep. "I got you."

By the afternoon of the third day, Alpine was on duty for Apollo care. Bucky had already lost him in the morning after feeding him and had found him curled up on your bed. After ensuring the door was shut, Bucky had to leave for a quick briefing with Sam, leaving Alpine in charge.

Alpine had tried cuddling with Apollo, cleaning his fur in an attempt to relax him, but that was in vain. Her tail twitched in annoyance as the younger cat bounded around the apartment, discontent that his paw-rent was missing.

He'd wrestled her, bit her, meowed at her and her patience was wearing thin. It wasn't until he'd clambered up Bucky's leg on his return, that Alpine vocalised her annoyance to Bucky; who patted her head and told her it was only for a little while longer. She was beginning to rethink her and Apollo's grand plan entirely.

On the fourth day of your depature, Bucky was working from your kitchen counter with a freshly brewed coffee. Again, he'd been woken at 4am. This was his third coffee of the morning.

Tired was an understatement.

Bucky sighed, running his flesh hand over his face. Apollo bumped his face against the back of his palm, mewling softly. He hadn't left Bucky's side all morning, following him like his shadow whilst Alpine scowled from her perch on the cat tree you'd bought for them.

"Hi Apollo." Bucky murmured as Apollo bumped him again, rubbing up against his hands with his thing tail curling around Bucky's face. Apollo turned on his tip toes (tip toe-beans?) and repeated the action again. Bucky tried to be agitated but he found he couldn't. Apollo had never been nearly as affectionate as this with him in the last two months, so he must really be missing you. Although, Bucky had to admit, he was feeling the void of your absence too. Not being able to text you as often was more frustrating than he'd thought it'd be. He wondered how you were doing... maybe he should text you again? Just to make sure of course.

As he's lost in thought, Apollo’s leg brushes against Bucky's mug and with a startled kick, Apollo knocks the mug over.

All over Bucky.

Bucky jumps to his feet with a yell, startling both cats who disappear instantly. Bucky curses, tugging at his shirt and trying to clamber out of his jeans that are covered in scalding hot coffee. It's worse that he looks like he'd pissed himself, but those were his last clean clothes that he'd worn back from his apartment the night before after meeting with Sam.

Bucky huffs inspecting the red welts from the coffee that had been left on his stomach, thankfully avoiding any lower. He paces to your washer and tosses in the ruined jeans and white shirt. You weren't back for another two days. He'd have to just wash his clothes and be in his boxers for today. Great. Just great. Oh well, it could have been worse.

Click.

It got worse.

Bucky has seconds to react as the lock to your apartment clicks and you swing open the door. He grabs the nearest possible thing to cover himself with, a frying pan, and attempts to move out of sight.

Your halfway through the door when you meet Bucky’s wide, fearful blue eyes and red face. You stop and stare.

He stares back.

"That's my good pan," you say dumbly. You're not sure what you've walked into but it's the weirdest welcome home you've ever had.

Bucky makes a strangled noise in his throat. You probably wouldn't want to ever see him again, let alone go on a date. The earth should just tear open and swallow him whole. How could he even begin to explain this without sounding like a moron?

You avert your eyes and shut the door behind you. You want to burst into a fit of laughter but are trying to hold back for Bucky's sake; he looks ready to combust. You see the mug and coffee spill over the counter and the violent tumble of the washer allows you piece together what happened.

You point at the mess on the counter, looking over to him. "Spill your mug?"

"Yes." Bucky gritted out, gripping the pan so tightly he thought he might snap the handle. He's still looking at the floor, unable to meet your eyes.

"Okay." You nod. This was such a strange situation to navigate.

Apollo chirped, brushing against your leg and Bucky glared at him.

"Hi baby," you say softly, picking him up to cradle him in your arms. You take note that his paws are wet and smell like coffee. "Ah, you were not well behaved for Bucky I see."

Bucky clears his throat. "How - uh - was your family?..."

Your lips twitch again as you fuss Apollo.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

Bucky is trying so hard to be nonchalant as if he isn't half naked in your kitchen, covering himself with a frying pan.

"Good," you respond, biting your lips again trying to suppress a laugh. "Stay there."

You let Apollo jump to the floor and head to your room quickly, reappearing with a soft and fluffy bathrobe that you hand to Bucky. He takes it with his free hand, face the colour of a raspberry.

"You owe me a LOT of coffee for this." You tease, turning away so he can slip on the bathrobe with some semblance of privacy. And place your good pan back onto the stove.

Bucky groans softly, tying the robe tightly at his waist. "I'll do you one better, how about I owe you dinner?"

Your eyebrows raise and you smile, turning back to him to respond with an excitable yes but when you turn to look at him, the laughter you had tried to suppress escapes you, and you burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Bucky's surprised, and a little hurt; still embarassed and vulnerable from this whole ordeal. You're gasping for breath in front of him, hands on your knees. You know you should respond but you're struggling too.

Somehow the robe looks worse than him being half naked. It barely brushes the middle of his thighs and is so fluffy he looks like he's wearing an oversized fur coat. Your howling starts to make Bucky chuckle, but when your gleaming, teary eyes meet his, he's laughing along with you.

"I'd love to go to dinner." You say finally, wiping tears from your eyes and sighing as you regain the ability to breathe. "Sorry I didn't tell you I'd be home early. I didn't expect you to be here."

Bucky's stomach flips in excitement. You'd said yes. Even thought he'd protected what little dignity he had left with your good pan.

"Yeah, sorry about... the pan."

That starts you giggling again, the image of his shocked face and the pan in front of him etched into your memory forever.

"How about we order some take out and watch a movie? I don't think I'll be using my pan anytime soon." You straighten up, your own cheeks a little rosy. "We can go out another time. But you can let your clothes dry, at least."

"Take out's good." He nods, grinning at you. "And that's a good plan."

You both take a moment, admiring eachother quietly before Bucky adds,

"Do you have anything longer I can wear, though?"

[helluvapoison]

Hi! I feel a little awkward bc I’ve never asked anonymously but I really wanted to ask this but wasn’t comfortable enough to ask regularly, but I really enjoy your hazbin works and the hyperfixation has been gripping me HARD and I wanted to see what you’d think of a Lucifer x Reader where they have a sort of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts vibes, where Reader is his personal assistant and what your thought on that are?

~✨

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

i put my thoughts at the bottom :3c

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• As his colleague, Lucifer is rather frustrating. He hired you as his personal assistant but won’t let you assist

• In the beginning, the most he’ll ask of you is if you know where something is. The answer is usually in his hand or line of sight. Without making him feel dumb, you simply retrieve it for him

• It doesn’t go unnoticed by Lucifer either. He praises you often and in the form of a soft, “What would I do without you?”

• “I’m sure I don’t want to find out, Mr Morningstar.”

• Maybe it takes a minute for the initial “I’m working for the King of Hell” shock to wear off and when it does you realize it was clouding your judgment. Lucifer truly does require your help but he’s incapable of asking for what he needs; it’s up to you to step in and make necessary decisions on his behalf

• That’s what he’s paying you for, right?

• You tell him exactly what’s going to happen before you do it so he’s not caught off guard. He still is. Baffled, really, that you got so ballsy overnight

• Let the banter and boundary pushing begin. Nothing major! You just keep to your word, continuing your courageous streak

• Plucking all the sticky notes off the wall and collecting the ones that were so old they dropped to the floor, you spend an entire day sorting through them. You give his schedule a must needed update and sync it to both your phones so either of you could make changes and be alerted to it

“Why do I need your play-by-play?” He asks teasingly

“So you don’t call me at 4am because you forget I’m not here. Y’know, like last time.”

• Oh yeah, personal space and boundaries cease to exist between you. He’ll sit right next to you, or pull your chair closer to his. When he’s bored, he’ll sit right on your desk

• When he brings you to meetings, which is always because you’re supposed to be focusing on his behalf, he leans in and makes jokes that have you pressing your lips together to be quiet

• “I need to take notes,”

• “And you’re doing great, now jot down how Asmodeus’ shirt is on backwards,” He snickers

• Texting outside your shifts is a regular occurrence. Messages sent back and forth until it’s beyond sleeping hours and you tell him to go to bed

• “See you in 3 hours.” He texts back like he’s counting down (he is)

• Miraculously, you covered all corners of his (rather empty) mansion. Nothing was off limits to you except Charlie’s old room. You made sure dishes left his room or office and made it to the kitchen, checks for the house staff went out on time, supplies were stocked, etc.

• You take paperwork off his desk, screen and divert miscellaneous calls to your phone instead of his, overall taking unnecessary weight from his shoulders. You go as far as to pencil in mealtimes. It’s appreciated even though he’d still forget if you weren’t around

• “I’m beginning to suspect you’re underpaid,” Lucifer partially jokes

• You’re really, really not

• Sure, he spouts his stream of consciousness and it’s up for you to decipher what’s important and what’s just him sharing random details. Yes, he has you sit on his chair while he gestures wildly and explains the mechanics of something you don’t understand just because he’s excited about it. And yes, maybe, you spend too much time in his house than your own

• But you’re disgustingly overcompensated. You thought he made a mistake when you saw your paycheck. If not by actual money, Lucifer spoils you rotten in ways he definitely shouldn’t and doesn’t for his other employees

• “You deserve it for putting up with me,” His voice is laced with more adoration than acceptable, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

• You haven’t been doing it for the money in a long time

• The two of you have been teetering over the line of professional and inappropriate, praying, begging really, to fall on the side of the latter

• You almost kill him when you say you want to quit. Lucifer’s ready to offer you Hell on a golden platter if you’ll stay

• “It’s not about the money. I-I can’t do this anymore, I feel like a gold digger and I hate it! I don’t want to be your assistant, I want more and I–”

• Lucifer heard more and is struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss you

• “How much more?” He asks instead, voice cracking in anticipation, “If it’s in my power, it’s yours for the taking.”

• “Mr Morning—“

• “You want more? I can give you more. I can give you everything, anything, just tell me what you want. I know I’m a mess but I can be better! I can— I can,” Lucifer scrambles to find something, his wild eyes searching the air between you for anything you haven’t already done for him. He sighs, “I can be better, I promise…”

• “Because I want more too. I want to take you on cheesy dates, I want to have you beside me everywhere I go, I want all of Hell to know you’re mine. I want you to come here and stay here because you want to!” He wheezes and tugs at his collar, “And now I feel like want isn’t a word anymore because I’ve been saying it too much— do you ever do that? You say it over and over again and it starts to.. to…”

• He stares at your hand, placed softly over his to stop him from clutching at his clothes. Oh fuck, he can’t breathe

• “You’re really working for that pride title, aren’t you?” You tease softly, smoothing out the wrinkles in his vest before stealing his other hand, “Tell me more about what you want, Mr—“

• “Lucifer,” He all but begs

• “Lucifer,” You hum and he shivers, “What else?”

• “Don’t leave me,” He breathes, “I’ll be better.”

• “You’re already enough.”

• Painfully aware of how close the two of you have become, Lucifer struggles to keep your eyes locked with his. Your lips look so enticing, they always have

• His voice is quiet, almost broken, when he says, “I—I need you to say it.”

• “I won’t leave you. I’m still quitting though,” You smile, hovering over his lips, “So you’ll have to find a different way to compensate me.”

• “Pfft. Easy peasy,”

• He says nonchalantly as if he hasn’t tripped over nothing imagining your lips on his before. It’s nothing compared to the real thing

• Once again, you’re overcompensated

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ hello hi ✨! you’re getting a kith, c’mere. I absolutely see the vibes you’re going for and I am here for it!

i think tony and pepper are hilarious and adorable but i recognise it isn’t the healthiest of relationships out there. i know that’s not what you were implying at all though! the flirting, the bizarre requests, the shameless spending, the nonstop talking, the nonexistent boundaries, the devotion– yes, i see it i see it i see it!

i don’t think lucifer would raise his voice (not to you, anyways) you could get away with actual murder and that’s before he realizes his feelings for you. he can get rid of a body easily

lucifer may (like tony) forget the day of important dates but when he realizes, he makes up for it completely! he feels awful about it

if you look at something for 3 seconds too long, he’s buying it. if you show him something, he’s buying it. if he thinks you want it, he’s buying it

(like pepper) you definitely do put up with a lot of similar antics behind them though are good intentions and lucifer’s better at accepting fault. so if they genuinely upset you, he’ll find a way to mend it... usually it goes over the top

there’s really nothing lucifer wouldn’t do for you, it just takes some reminding that you’d do the same for him

[mrsstyles613]

“I’ll Be There For You” 🎸

Synopsis: After four months of relationship, y/n confesses why she has put off intimacy.

Warnings: Mentions of S/A, alcohol consumption, kissing, a small cut that Harry kisses better

My first ever piece of writing

Harry and I have been together for just under four months, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I met him at work during a miserable evening shift at Bath and Body Works. Harry came in to buy a package for his sister, who had just had a baby, and I showed him all the products I thought she would like. He also came in the next day claiming that his mother’s birthday was coming up and he needed a present (she did have a birthday coming up, in 8.5 months). Harry kept finding excuses to come and talk to me until one day at the end of my shift he came to me to ask if I had time for a coffee, which of course I said yes! Since that moment, we’ve been practically inseparable.

There has not been a moment of awkward silence between us. We’ve either talked about our love of music or just joked around with each other. Most of our nights have been spent on my couch watching Friends and arguing about whether Ross and Rachel are actually on a break. Sometimes we’ve stayed up until 4am talking about life and its meaning. He has not met my family yet, but I know my mum would love him. He has respect for women, speaks softly and treats me like a princess. We are incredibly close in every way but physically. We hold hands, he puts his arm around my shoulder when we go for a walk, we’ve even made out on my couch a few times, but that’s about it. He’s not pushy at all, and I know he would never pry, but he must be at least a little curious as to why I keep our make-out sessions so brief.

Saturday night rolled around, and Harry and I were supposed to go on a double date again, this time to the movies with Mitch and Sarah, but I texted in the group chat that I had a bad headache and couldn’t make it. I immediately see Harry’s name flash up on my screen, but I don’t want to take his call right now, so I let it ring. Instead, he answers my group message privately, letting me know he’s on his way and that he senses something is wrong. Crap.

I have to pretend I’m fine, so I quickly brush my hair, put on some lipstick and a little dress. Maybe tonight is the night I just grit my teeth and bear it? He’s adorable and I’ll probably be fine if I just force myself to be intimate with him, right? I can fake it. I take some wine out the cupboard, pour myself a full glass and put it in the fridge. I find two glasses and put on some music. I look at the clock, figuring he’ll probably be here any minute, so i drink the entire glass in one go. I wipe the edges of my mouth and catch my nervous, sickly reflection in the mirror and am interrupted by a knock on the door.

Get a grip, y/n. Just get over it.

I stumble across the room, the wine clearly taking effect, and open the door to Harry. He was wearing a loose fitting white shirt with his swallow tattoos peeking out, blue jeans and a confused and worried expression plastered on his face.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Why are you all dressed up? I thought you were already in bed with Tylenol and…. are those wine glasses?” Harry got more and more puzzled the more he looked at me and my apartment.

“Hey Harry! Come in, it’s freezing outside. Maybe I can warm you up?” I say as I walk behind him and seductively slip his jacket off his shoulders, my hands shaking. My God, y/n, pull yourself together, you can’t lose this guy.

I throw the jacket on the couch and walk into the kitchen, making sure my butt is clearly visible, even though I can feel his gaze burning into the back of my head. I reach for the bottle of wine, pop the lid open and turn to Harry, “You like white wine, right?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, looking frazzled “Um, yeah I think so. Y/n, is everything alright?”

“Sure,” I reply, watching the wine flow into the glass and handing it to him. “Why wouldn’t it be? I have the sexiest man in the world in my apartment” ugh, I hate myself.

Harry hesitantly takes the glass from my hand, his fingers brushing mine and lingering in an attempt to grab my attention. I poured myself a (second) glass, the bottle neck clinking against the rim of the glass, causing the bottle to nearly drop to the floor Harry’s quick reaction prevented the bottle from slipping completely out of my hand. “Woah, okay, love. Are You sure you’re okay?” he asks, setting the bottle down on the countertop.

Harry turned back to me and saw me drinking the last drops of what he could only assume was a full glass of wine when five seconds ago. I hiccupped and smiled at him. “Lets move this to the couch, babe,” I say, grabbing his arm and staggering over to the plush sofa. Harry sits on the edge, his back straight, hands on his knees, looking noticeably more worried than before as he watched me empty the glass of wine and set it down on the coffee table. My vision blurred with tears.

No, y/n, relax. It’s just sex. Everyone does it. If you don’t do it, he will leave you. Now come on.

I placed both my hands on Harry’s broad chest and leaned in for a kiss. Harry looked at me with open eyes, wondering what could have possessed his sweet girlfriend to behave like this? He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back a little to catch a glimpse of my face.

“Y/n sweetheart, this isn’t you. What’s going on? I do not mean to pry, but you’ve been acting a little weird all week, since our last date with Mitch and Sarah. Tell me, baby, what’s going on? You know you can tell me anything, I will...”

“Harry, let us just get this over with. I just want to get this over with,” I said sloppily. Who says things like that? I start to unzip my dress when I knock my wine glass off the coffee table with my elbow, shattering it into a million pieces on the floor. Harry’s horrified eyes dart back and forth between me and the broken glass. I curse under my breath and kneel on the floor to pick up the pieces.

“Doll, be careful, you’ll hurt yourself. I’ll go get the dustpan,” and what can I say, he was right. A large shard of glass sliced open my palm and I started to bleed. “Shit,” I said, “it wasn’t supposed to go like this!”

Harry rushed into the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit. He knelt down on the floor next to me and reached out, asking for my hand. Hesitantly, I showed him the wound and his eyes widened. “I’m sorry if the wipe thing hurts, love. I’ll do it as quickly as I can. Hold on to me if you need to squeeze something,” he continued, placing my other hand on his forearm. Harry carefully cleaned the wound and bandaged it, my vision blurred again.

Harry held your bandaged hand in his, kissing the back of your hand softly and admiring his work, “There you are, love, all clean. Next time we will clean it with… hey hey hey, what's all this?” I hadn’t realised it yet, but tears were streaming down my face. Harry took me by the arms, gently sat me down on the couch and took me into his warm embrace. He rubbed slow circles on my back, my tears soaking his white shirt

“Shhh love it’s alright, i’m here. Just let it all out, we can talk later if you want, I’m not going anywhere,” he repeated these mantras for the next few minutes until I pushed myself off his chest and tried to catch my breath, which was choppy from all the sobbing.

“Breathe with me, okay? In, hold it and out. Now you,” Harry whispered, ducking slightly to make eye contact with me and gently holding my forearms to ground me. I repeated his instructions until my breathing returned to normal. “Good girl, just breathe. Now, can you tell me what’s going on? I don't wanna pressure you, and you don’t have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I’m really worried about you, and then you cancel plans and act like this and -”

“I was raped, Harry”

Shit, the cat's out of the bag, nice work, drunk y/n.

Harry’s face dropped. It stayed that way until his eyebrows began to furrow and his eyes glistened with tears. “You were, what? When? Who?!” You felt his soft hold tighten slightly as he moved a little closer to you. He caught himself, realising that maybe physical closeness wasn’t what you needed after a statement like that, so he backed away a little.

“It was a few years ago” Oh no, I sense a drunken monologue. “It was my ex from college, he was my first boyfriend and I just went along with everything he said and did. He forced himself on me most nights, even when I resisted. It only ended because someone caught him in the act and he was detained. Since then, I’ve been unable to trust men with my body, anything physical sends me into a panic”

I finally make eye contact with Harry, who is now crying and not knowing what to do with himself. His natural instinct would be to cuddle me, but I’d just mentioned how uncomfortable I am with touch sometimes. “Y/n, thank you for telling me. I’m so sorry that this happened to you and that you have to live like this, it must be so hard…”

“It's ruined every potential relationship I have had since. The guys just walk away as soon as they realise they’re not getting anywhere with me physically and -“

“Wait, is that why you tried to start something tonight? Y/n, I’m not with you for that. Hey, look at me,” he says softly, taking my face in his big hands and wiping away my tears with his thumbs. “You’re so beautiful, and I see a future with you, and you make me laugh with all your funny jokes, and we have so much in common. I’m not here in the hope that you’ll put out one day, and I’m certainly not going to bugger off if I don’t see it happening. I adore you, y/n, and I’m sorry, but you can not get rid of me that easily”

I giggled at that last statement and threw myself into his arms for one of those huge, all-consuming hugs that Harry knows I like, cradling me in his arms, swaying slightly and playing with my hair “all in good time, love. And if it never happens, that’s okay too. I’m here for the long haul. Unless you start telling me that Ross and Rachel were on a break..."

“Harry, they were! She asked for a break!”

Harry raised his eyebrows and leaned back , “Yeah, but Ross never agreed, he just stormed out! They never had a conversation.” Harry’s face lit up, not because of the topic of conversation, but because he saw a glimpse of his darling girlfriend again.

I smiled and laid my head back on Harry’s chest, he started humming the guitar intro to the Friends theme song and used my arm as an air guitar to strum on, he does that a lot. We stayed like that in comfortable silence for the next few minutes until I broke the silence.

“Thanks for listening and for the first aid, that can’t have been easy”

“I’ll be there for youuuuuu, when the raiiiin starts to pour”, I forgot for a second that he could sing well. I continued;

“I’ll be there for youuuuuu, like I’ve been there before”

“I’ll be there for youuuuuu” he kissed me on the nose “cause you’re there for me too” God, how am I this lucky?

Harry leaned back on the couch and pulled me to him to snuggle against his chest. He turned on the TV, the familiar and heartwarming sound of Netflix came on, he kissed me on the temple and asked, “We were on season 8, right?”

[lost-in-lamentation]

hold onto me.

a/n: it's 4am this is not beta read i just had some demon (haha) take over me

content: the brothers return after a hard fight, and one of them returns not unscathed.

lucifer × gen!reader (you/your).

WARNINGS: lucifer is hurt, and was bitten by a venomous creature. descriptions of bite wound. he does get sick and throws up. there is blood in this fic. please DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with any of these topics.

hurt/comfort. 2.1k words.

you pace frantically in the foyer of the house of lamentation, as you have been for the last half hour. when diavolo summoned the brothers to the castle, you didn't expect them to be dispatched out to rid the devildom of a horde of chimaeras. realistically, you have no reason to be so worried. what could a group of monsters do against the most powerful demons in the devildom? and yet, your hands tremble at your sides, teeth gritting in anxiety as you cross over the edge of the carpet once more. the quiet thudding of your feet against the floor fills the space, until you finally hear a click and the heavy door leading outside swings open. at the sound of light chatter, your legs nearly give in with relief, a smile revealing itself on your face as the brothers pile in one by one. 

"you're back!" they all turn their heads to you in unison, grins and looks of victory filling your vision as each one shuffles inside. 

"MC! you should have seen it, i would have never imagined we'd work so well together!" asmo is the first to jump on you, fully occupying your front when another pair of arms drapes over you from behind.

a quiet scoff reaches your ears. "it wouldn't have worked without barbatos telling us what to do though." you hear belphie muttering quietly as he lazily slumps over you. 

"i'm sure you would have figured it out eventually without him there." you return the embrace that lust has you in before gently ushering him away. halfway through peeling belphie off your back, beel finishes the rest of the task, patting your head as he pulls his sleepy twin away. "thanks beel, welcome home," you say as you reach up to ruffle his hair. as quickly as it had opened, the front door shuts with another click. brothers two through four all throw you either a nod (two and four), or a timid wave (three) as they enter further into the house, discussing a topic you can't catch. "there's dinner in the dining hall for you guys." at the mention of food, beel is sprinting at mammon speed down the hallway, belphie thrown over his shoulder and the rest of his brothers in tow. and behind the chaos, stands lucifer, arms crossed and eyes dull as he watches his brothers scramble about. "you should eat too. it must have been a hard fight." 

lucifer's gaze follows you as you approach him, arms unfolding when he sees you reaching for his coat. with practised ease, he reaches across his chest to grab the corner of the fabric, pulling his arm up and over his head to give you access to the piece of clothing. "i have to finish a report for diavolo first. go and eat with my brothers ahead of me." 

"really lucifer, you just got back. would it kill you to take a break?" you pout at the demon, but the expression slips when you notice lucifer moving his hand to press into his side. "hey, are you-"

"yes, it would. now go and eat. i assume you've done nothing but fuss while we were out." the accusation leaves you dumbstruck, but you can't deny that he is right. no other words leave your mouth as you watch him slowly make his way up the stairs, just able to catch a glimpse of the way he leans his weight on the wall to hold himself up. 

"such is the avatar of pride," you mutter to yourself, folding lucifer's coat up and before turning heel and heading to the dining room. just as you come up to the doorway, a head pops through, blue hair and orange eyes entering your sight. "levi? what's going on?" 

he puts a finger to lips as he shushes you, gaze shifting from side to side before stepping out to join you in the hallway. "did you talk to lucifer?" 

you let out a little gasp, hoping that levi has any sort of information. "yeah, he's just gone back to his room. is he okay?" 

"d-don't tell him i told you, alright? i don't think anyone saw it happen but me." one more time, levi throws a glance over his shoulder, making sure no curious ears are close by. "he got bitten. by one of the chimaera's snake head... tail things. he was dealing with more than one, so i don't think he saw it coming." levi's voice shakes ever so slightly, worry for his older brother seeping through the tones of his words. "MC, please- check on him. satan mentioned that chimaera snake bites can be venomous, and even if lucifer can take it, i don't think he'll be having a good time." 

your heart drops into your stomach, fear eating away at the corners of your mind. "levi, if the others ask where we are, tell them lucifer told me to help finish up his paperwork, okay?" as soon as he nods, you turn away from him and start running towards the staircase, fingers wrapped tightly around lucifer's coat. your breaths are shallow as you sprint up the steps, nearly falling forward when your toe catches on the edge of the last of the stairs. with more agility than you think you have, you catch yourself quickly, standing up to straighten yourself out before quietly padding over to stop in front of lucifer's door. uncharacteristically, the door remains open, a slight crack allowing you to peer inside. you consider waiting outside until he seemed ready to let you in, but when you see lucifer white knuckled and doubled over the edge of his bed, your courtesy flies out the the window. "lucifer!?" you at least make sure the door is shut behind you before you rush over, placing his coat at the foot of his bed as you kneel down next to his shivering body. "hey, look up at me." you cradle his face in your hands, turning it to you to get a better look. at the touch, his hands find your wrists, nearly death gripping them as he struggles against the venom in his system. lucifer's eyes are squeezed shut, and now that you're close to him, you hear the way his chest fights for air. "oh, gods, lucifer, what do i do?" your breath catches at the back of your throat, tears threatening to slip down your face while pride himself struggles to gain his bearings. for a second, you see the red of lucifer's irises, and release a quiet sob of relief. 

the demon can barely hold his head up, and his hands loosen their grip from your wrists. with much effort, he points a hand to his nightstand, words slurring as he tries to speak. "in there-" his sentence is interrupted by a violent convulsion, and you can only watch in fear as he spasms in your hold. lucifer is gasping for air at the end of it, eyes misty. "the nightstand. medicine," he heaves out, hands dropping to his side and body falling forward towards you.

a series of concerned noises leave your mouth as he collapses on top of you. it takes you a second to react, but when you do, you're guiding his body to lean against his bedframe instead of you. the moment you're free, you scramble towards the nightstand, pulling the drawers open and coming face to face with a grim sight. inside, lucifer has piles of medicinal supplies. the nightstand is stocked to the brim with gauze, painkillers, and bottles labeled in devildom language you haven't gotten around to learning yet. "this is ridiculous..." you curse under your breath, pulling out random containers and placing them down on the floor as you dig around for anything that says ‘medicine’ on it. 

“it’s the bright… bright blue one,” lucifer groans as he shifts around behind you. 

“bright blue, bright blue…” you chant it like a mantra to yourself as you continue scouring through the bottles. only when you find it does some of the tension in your shoulders release. “i got it!” you pivot in place, ready to pour the entire bottle down lucifer’s throat if necessary, but to your surprise, lucifer is leaning with his back against the bed, weakly tugging away at his multiple layers of clothing. “what are you doing?!” 

between little gasps of pain, lucifer slowly gets a whole sentence out. “it’s not a medicine… that you drink... you pour it on the wound-” a wince cuts him off, but you’re quick to understand. immediately, you’re undoing the buttons on his waistcoat, doing your best to be gentle, but still trying to work fast. within seconds, his waistcoat is torn away, and it only takes you a few more before you pull his base layer of clothing off.

the sight of the wound makes you pale-faced. the marks of the snake bite are glaringly obvious, with a sickly, ashen colour stemming away from the puncture points and crawling up from lucifer’s side to his chest. it leaves an horrifying pattern on his skin, and this time, you can’t stop the tears from falling. your hands quiver just as much as his do, and your tears fall harder still as you dump the blue concoction on his wound. lucifer nearly cries out when the liquid splashes on his torso, but he grits his teeth and holds steady, his pride still stronger than his pain. “does… does it work?” you sit back on your heels, waiting in anxious fear as you watch the medicine seep into his skin.

lucifer gives you a barely noticeable nod, a weak smile briefly crossing his face. “yes, just… don’t panic here, okay?” 

a confused hum echoes from your throat. all of a sudden, lucifer begins another bout of coughing, and you realise why he told you not to panic. yet however much you trust him, it doesn’t change how terrified you are. this time, lucifer keels over forward, and before you have a chance to get him to sit up again, he spits out an unwelcoming amount of blood. you almost scream at the sight of the blood mixed in with the venom, turning it grey and thick as he continues to choke it out. 

you don’t know how long it takes him to get the venom out, but once lucifer finally sits up again, there’s no more discolouration along his body. you breathe a final sigh of relief, reaching out to grasp his shoulders and pull him towards you. weakened by the events, lucifer allows you to bring him close, his chest beginning to rise and fall at a normal pace for the first time since you found him. lucifer’s head nestles at the base of your neck, his relief not going unnoticed as he rubs his cheek against your shoulder. “you’re okay now, right? you won’t die?” it feels like thorns digging into your throat as the words leave your mouth. after all, you wouldn’t know what to do if you had messed up. 

and yet, lucifer laughs. albeit, weakly, but the low rumble of his chest tells you all you need to know. “i won’t die,” he murmurs. electricity runs through your nerves when you feel lucifer’s lips brush against the side of your neck. 

“... okay.” a blush blankets your face all the way down to your chest, but lucifer is too exhausted to notice. you shift his weight over to one arm, reaching out to his bed to grab the fleece that sits atop his comforter. carefully, you toss the blanket around his shoulders, covering his exposed body. your attention then shifts to the mess that lay beside you and lucifer. you steel yourself, ready to try and move lucifer up to his bed, but when you feel his hand tugging weakly at your elbow, you cease your movements. “i thought you were asleep already. what’s wrong?” 

red eyes open to find yours. “just stay with me,” he says through a whisper. 

“lucifer, i should clean up first-” 

“please, don’t let me go.” lucifer's pride is not stronger than his desire for you.

your resolve shatters, feeling him press himself even closer to you. “okay. i won’t.” you shift your position, encasing lucifer in your hold as his weight falls onto you and his breathing begins to event out. tenderly, you rub circles into his back, feeling how his heart begins to thump a steady rhythm against your own chest. and with lucifer now recovering, your own eyes flutter shut. “i’ve got you lucifer,” you say softly. 

and as you both drift off to sleep, you wonder if you really did hear lucifer reply, “i love you.”

a/n: lucifer kindly leave my thoughts pls and ty this is supposed to be a safe space for satan

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

[neigepomme]

thinking about caleb as the main protagonist in a horror game..

this is just me rambling, so it might be mega incoherent! also it's 4am (5am when i post this) and i can only think of him oops.. mentions of major character death, horror game anon this one goes out to u

the song playing when i wrote this was have a nice life's "a quick one before the eternal worm devours connecticut" (it's a good song guys trust me)

the game would be a silent hill adjacent one — specifically silent hill 2. following your death, he's left to aimlessly work, as an attempt to dull the pain. he knows you would never forgive him if he brought an end to his own life, so as an act of selflessness towards you, he lives. painfully, with the weight of your loss on his shoulders, but he lives.

therapy doesn't work, days off do not work and and socializing is a pain, especially when you're not by his side. he misses the playful banter, and the sight of apples that he once loved reminds him of you. he doesn't find them as sweet as he used to, and the apple soda you used to make him always ends up having a bitter aftertaste, but he figures that it's because you're no longer there to sprinkle love within his drink.

eventually, caleb ends up straying away from things that remind him of you. the door to your room has been closed ever since your passing, and the only piece of you he carries with him is the necklace you gifted him. some days, it feels as if you've shackled him to you, and he gets this need to take it off — only to stop his actions when he touches the clasp.

he's still busy as the farspace fleet's colonel, and even though it won't bring you back, he still finds solace in his work. secretly, he's hoping that when he comes home, you'll come out of your room, but deep down, caleb's well aware that won't happen. he still kisses his necklace before every flight — before, he'd do it as a ritual, but now? it's done in the form of a prayer. he prays to whomever will listen, praying for your happiness wherever you are. he finds comfort in the knowledge that you no longer have to worry about ever and that your heart won't ever bring you pain again.

one day, though, he's assigned to a solo mission in the deepspace tunnel, but everything seems to be going wrong. he was getting sabotaged. the traitors finally got to him. caleb feels as if he was transported back to the DAA, to that day where everything derailed. this time around, though, he had no home to fight for, to go back to.

because you weren't there.

so as he lost control of the aircraft he was sitting in, caleb came to terms with it. with his inevitable demise. he was upset that he couldn't fulfill the promise, but he no longer wanted to fight to live. he just wanted to return to you, to see your smile again, to hold you tightly against him and to inhale the familiar scent of your shampoo. slowly, everything around him comes to a halt, and with a serene expression on his face and one last kiss to his pendant, he blacks out.

imagine his surprise when he comes to, lying on the ground of an oddly familiar planet, of an oddly familiar park. this was the place you remembered him for the first time. and what does he do? he scoffs. the gods must have forsaken him, he thinks. but he can't stop himself from walking around, picking up a metal bar he found lying next to him. just in case.

but that's when he hears it. your laughter.

and not just any laughter, but your childhood one. the giggles of a child, unmistakably you. a sense of panic takes over all of his senses, and he runs in the direction of the sound — any sense of self-preservation long forgotten. through the fog, he calls out your name, and your voice responds, calling out his name from all sides. he's going crazy. caleb's hallucinating, surely. he keeps on looking, though, and that's when he encounters it.

the disfigured, grotesque body of a researcher from the facilities you grew up in. he remembers that watch, that aggravating tick-tock sound that used to grow louder and louder in his ears every time he was experimented on and brought to new pain levels in the laboratory — when the creature leaps in his direction, and he only narrowly misses the hit, he remembers your laughter and curses under his breath. even if your voice is just an illusion, he is determined to hear more of it.

caleb takes a deep breath, the metal bar between his hands feeling heavy. he swings and hits his childhood executioner — only for it to stand back up, more murderous than it had originally been. his evol isn't working here, and all he has is that damn metal bar, so he steadies himself for another hit.

shit.

it just won't die.

he needs to run, but where even?

that's when your laughter resounds again, only this time accompanied by a shout of his name, and he runs. he runs, escaping from the creature and entering a shelter, finally away from the researcher.

something something ghost of his past something something anyways i'm tired if anyone's interested i might elaborate on this.. this is very self-indulgent and just feeding my love for psychological horror games...

[fangirl-in-general]

Hi! >\\\<

You can call me Jolly anon!

Um, I was wondering if you can make an accept my MID Request!

Request: Rhys X reader but reader is introverted, a bookworm, but loves to sing?

I just want some love at first sight scenario but reader is just oblivious. Rhys falling in love with some introverted girl just made my heart go on a rollercoaster!

Rhys was just coming out of Ava's wall— and he saw reader just on the kitchen counter, singing along with her small speaker that was producing some of her favourite music while reading some random book, smiling.

The rest is up to you, but I want the ending to be Rhys blushing but just stares at reader with a lovesick smile:)

Hope this was not too much 😭

Omg it's not too much at all, I love that!! Rhys isn't usually my main favorite so hopefully I can do him justice!

warnings: f!reader, short,

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Rhy x introverted!reader

It had been a long few months for Rhys, trying to keep the other Daemos under control while also not being sure how the human world operated proved to be a far more difficult task than he'd imagined. Thankfully, Ava had been rather accommodating to the whole situation, not that they'd given her a choice. An even bigger relief than princess Ava's (not so) willing assistance was the presence of you, her "scholar".

Ava had been alone when the Daemos first began their stay but shortly after, they were surprised with the arrival of her live in scholar (you were friends in high school who bonded over being nerds with no friends, you called each other "not alone buddies") who had been away on a quest, studying a far-off land called Ear-rope. Rhys in particular was pleased to be in the presence of someone with extensive knowledge on the world, however you proved to be...difficult to grow close to.

It must be a form of protection since you work so closely with the princess. Every time Rhys would try to speak with you, he would grow warm, his words would seize up, and he struggled to move. The others didn't seem affected by the spell, but it was most likely an attempt to not appear as week as they felt so Rhys did the same.

You, in fact, did not have a spell of any kind. You even wondered why you so rarely found Rhys in your company; all the other guys had no qualms about intruding on personal space and time. Perhaps he was being polite since he could see how often the others were doing so, though Ava was in the same boat and Rhys had no problem speaking with her.

It's just as well, you don't need to spend so much time thinking about a man anyway, especially not one from another planet who's pretty much holding your roommate and yourself hostage. He was very kind though; true he didn't speak to you much if anything, you had more conversations with Peirce, but regardless, he would always smile when he walked by, every time you dropped something or tripped, he was right there to help, he would always bring something back to you when they went out with Ava, trinkets, ice cream, etc. He even went out of his way to keep the others from disturbing you as often as possible.

Today however, you hadn't seen him. Ava had agreed to take the boys out to the park, and they'd gotten up way earlier than she thought (she actually stayed up till 4am and slept till noon). It was slightly odd that Ava or the guys hadn't woken you up but at least you had the apartment to yourself for now.

You made your way to the kitchen with your Bluetooth speaker and half read copy of The Odyssey in hand and began tearing open a frozen pizza to throw in the oven. Scrolling threw Spotify didn't take long, as the only natural listening option for this particular book was the Ithaca Saga from Epic: The Musical. Finding your place on the marble counter and opened the book as the music began playing.

I'm supposed to choose a suitor to wear the crown, I said I would choose as soon as I weave this shroud...

You couldn't help singing along as it played and since no one else was here you could belt to your hearts content. "They don't know that every night I unthread all the work I've done..."

Rhys had opted to stay at the apartment while the others went to the park, he didn't want to leave you here alone in case something happened, and he refused to allow Asch and Leif wake you. He'd been contenting himself with the books you kept on the living room shelf for the past few days now and wanted to see how this story played out anyway so really it was just for that, not because he wanted to keep you safe...that would be crazy.

After finishing his current book, he made his way to the living room to grab the next one. As he stepped through Ava's wall, he heard "the scholar" singing. At first Rhys was shocked that he hadn't heard any noise, what if it had been an intruder and you'd been injured? Eventually though he simply began listening, you sounded so happy. He rarely heard you speak above a relaxed tone, what a pleasant surprise to hear the room filled with your words.

He felt the familiar heat spread through his chest and face as his heart skipped a beat, but this time instead of giving you space he chose to make his way towards the kitchen.

Rhys needed to lean against the wall for support when he saw you. The sight of you seated on the marble, book in hand, and food beside you, as a sound he could only equate to the beauty of seeing starlight after weeks of cloudy nights danced in his ears, shook him to his core.

"Rhys! I didn't realize you were here!" Your sudden statement pulled him out of his daze. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't bug you"

"Please, don't apologize. I don't believe I have any bugs." You couldn't help but laugh at his comment. He continued, "You were singing."

Heat rose in your cheeks, and you couldn't help but turn from him. "Yea, I didn't realize anyone was still here."

He gently placed his finger under your chin, using it to pull your gaze back to him. His soft smile was enough to make your heart skip a beat as you stared at him. It took an embarrassingly long second to realize you had been too busy taking in the way his mouth was moving to even listening to the words he was saying.

You blinked, pulling yourself back into reality. "Huh? ...I'm sorry what did you say?"

His smile grew shy, and he pulled his hand back to straighten his vest. "I um.. You should keep singing is all. Please don't let me disturb you."

"You couldn't disturb me if you wanted to." You smiled, seeing how your words brought a warm hue to his cheeks.

Rhys turned, walking back to the door, only stopping when he heard you quietly begin your song once again. He couldn't help but lean against the wall and take in the sound of your voice, watching your shadow dance around the empty kitchen. His uncontrollable smile was quickly followed by a blush creeping up his neck as he pulled himself back into the portal all thoughts of the book he'd intended to swap out were as far from his mind as possible.

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<3

[motherish]

4/6/25. An eventful yet very smooth day. 🍏

🪐I had to be up at 4am. The day before I had to work till 8pm. 🫠 So as SOON as I clocked out I zoomed home to sleep. No time to linger on my phone or anything just sleep as much as I can because tomorrow is the big day.

🍒 Pepper is finally getting her hyperthyroidism under control. More like eradicated lol! For years and years it’s just been expensive medicine to help alleviate the problem, but it didn’t SOLVE the problem. The only way to make it go away was to go through this radioactive surgery. Something they do not perform in Vegas. 🥲 So we had to drive out to LA at 4am to make it in time for her doctors appt at 9am where they would perform the surgery and keep Pepper for a week.

🖍️ A week without Pepper. 🏚️ Without her meows and stepping all over my chest and plopping right on my face. I’ve been thinking about this trip since it was scheduled and every time it makes me emotional.

🫀 We were given some medicine to make her woozy/sleepy for the 4hr car ride and that cat LOLLL she did very well! But never really knocked out? Just sat in the carrier and looked around and occasionally said a word or two? She looked so out of it which made her face look sillier than it already is lol but Pepper did so so well!!! 1000/10 I was nervous she would have an accident or still be stressed out but nope! Cool as a cucumber she did wonderfully. 😌

🥝 We got there and they walked us through what would happen with Pepper and how we would have to handle her once we get her back in a week and then had us sign this “if your cat dies” waiver. Which. Hard to really read it cause my eyes immediately got teary. I can’t live without that fuckin cat.

🫕 Said goodbyes and ugh. Yeah just typing this is making me emotional all over again. I know this will help her. I know she needs this. I know it. But it doesn’t make this process any easier. I wish you could tell your pets what’s up. That you’ll be right back and “it won’t be long til you’re home again.” I left the vet with a piece of me missing. 🕳️

🛼 We booked a hotel because no way could we make the drive back operating on little to no sleep. Not to mention, I had to get ready for a concert later! 🍻 Yes! A concert! And I was basically running off fumes. 🫠Once I saw the coffee shop around the corner from our hotel I knew exactly where I needed to be! 👁️ I really enjoyed the short walk by myself down there. Tbh, I wish the walk could have been longer. The weather was wonderful. Just the right amount of sun. Quiet. The whole way I thought “I’m supposed to be at work right now, but I’m here.” 😌 And I couldn’t help but smile to myself. My cat is going to get help, and I get to not be at work, enjoying a banana latte. ☕️

🐝 I had a few hours before I needed to get ready for the concert but I just couldn’t sleep. 🥹 Nerves REALLY on edge. Just thinking about Pepper. I jokingly made a comment about how Pepper must be PISSED cause we drugged her, drove her somewhere she’s never been before, and left! lol! We are gonna get an earful from her when we see her again! 😅

🎷Lately, I have been listening to an insane amount of jazz. It’s the only thing I can really handle right now. Jazz and Imogene Heap/Frou Frou. The album “Details” has saved my life since I was a fuckin teen. Like I cannot stress enough how much that album has saved me and continues to do so. 🌿 Ok I’m going on a tangent lol anyway! I listened to a mixture of that as I got ready.

🪺 Before the concert we visited THE CUTEST DOG IN THE WORLDDDD I LOVE HER! Look at her! 🥰 She had the ZOOMIES kept running around everywhere and licking me and then running again and you guys. I’m not a dog person. I do like them! But I prefer cats. This dog? Yeah give me this dog. I need her I love her!!! I truly do! I think about her all the time now..

🔆 Now we’re off!! We scheduled her appt around the concert because 1). Can’t afford to take off work twice to drive down there and 2). We felt it would be a necessary distraction, given the circumstances.

My god. We were right.

HOBIIIIII!!!! ‼️ok ok I always say that I don’t play favorites when it comes to the members, but if I HAD to choose? J-Hope. ❤️‍🔥 I love him with all my heart he just makes me happy when I look at him and this time was no different. The show started and as soon as he came out I was dancing n smiling n singing and getting emotional once more cause I thought about Pepper LOL 🕺 and then getting emotional CAUSE I LOVE YOU J HOPPPEE!! Stunning. He looked so expensive. 💎 Every song a hit he even played some older ones and I swear I did a damn aerobics work out in place because I was MOVING!!! 👯‍♀️ What a fantastic performer. Some people were just born to do something and I feel as if he truly found his calling in life because wow. WOW! I was so blown away by how he just.. kept going. He would n dance and flip himself around and then with the COOLEST N CALMEST VOICE say “you ready? 😎” Like ?? How. I mean i know it’s because he’s good at what he does and has crazy stamina but MANNN I would be breathing so hard I’d damn near pass out LOL I just really really admire how he’s found something he’s good at and has really honed that skill. What a talented individual. 💗 And so stunning. I turned to the loml and said “he’s beautiful” a good 99 times throughout the concert. I love his smile.

🧸 After the concert, we enjoyed a 20min walk back to the car where we gushed about how wonderful of a show that was. Truly. Best concert I’ve ever been to and I’m not even exaggerating. It started at 8pm and he wasn’t saying his goodbyes to us until like 11!? Over the moon I could’ve been there all night! 🎊

🖼️ We got back to the hotel and ate the food we bought from H Mart for dinner lol. Nothing ever stays open late in LA smh 😒 and the things that DO stay open late (fast food) are things I don’t wanna eat! So I had the bright idea of going to H Mart before the concert so we could actually have something decent to eat afterwards! 🤓☝️ Also H Mart is next to Young Dong Tofu aka some of the best soondubu I’ve ever had in my life PLEASE visit if you’re ever in town! 🍲We ate our H-Mart food and watched Golden Girls before turning in. 🛌 Another long day ahead of us tomorrow. 💤

🧩 Overall, the trip was amazingly easy and smooth. 🤸 Getting Pepper to LA went surprisingly well. The hotel was super nice it even came with a small kitchen! And a walk away from a good coffee place. Got to see the cutest dog ever. We literally waltzed right into the venue for J-Hope there was no line for me to have to get into. Just kept walking and we scanned our tickets and that was basically it! And I got to pick up a Hobi Picket at the merch booth after the concert! NO LINE! Even finding parking and leaving went crazy smooth. Also everything was like.. a 10min drive away? We didn’t have to go out of our way for anything! It was great. 🧘‍♀️

🕯️ Not to mention, when we woke up at 4am once more to make it back to Vegas (I still had to go to work later that day.. rip) we made it back in town with just enough time for me to pick up my FAV Vietnamese coffee before heading home for me to get ready!? 🎠 And I didn’t even have to haul ass to GET ready for work like I had time left over before leaving! I kept reiterating how shocked I was by how smooth everything went. I couldn’t have asked for a more steady and relaxing trip. 🏖️

🎡 Oh! And since this post is coming to you a bit late, I got word on Pepper!! The surgery went well and she will be available for us to pick her up on Monday! 🪁CRIES! I’ll have to once again lose sleep and ACTUALLY haul ass to work this time but it’s gonna be so worth it!! 🏄‍♀️ I can’t wait to hear all her complaints!! I know she’s got plenty for me!

[sunandmhoon]

Love Songs

Genre: fluff Pairing: Jeonghan X Reader “He thought about your mind, how crazy it must be, how tiring it must be. Who’s on your mind right now? Who has your time? Who have you been seeing? Why couldn’t you just be his?” w/c: 1926 a/n: Hello~~ new story hehe!! Also it’s fluff this time wooohooo. Also idk if you’ve noticed but every svt story so far has been based off a song…hmmm i wonder why that is?? (also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry for any inconsistencies) ps: pics are from pintrest ctto :) MASTERLIST; OTHER WORKS Jeonghan was never a person that falls in love easily. 

It’s not that he’s anti-romantic, or that he hates the concept of giving love or receiving love. In fact, on some days when the rain gets too loud, the room gets too cold and the sky gets too grey, he longs for a nice warm hug from a person that he loves. 

He’s had girlfriends before, but they always end in the same way. The same, ‘it’s not you, it’s me” argument. And it is true, he can never find himself infatuated with a person for more than a month. He still finds them attractive of course but he’s never been interested in them, their goals, their big dreams or even their small ones. 

That was until he met you. 

Meeting you was like an angel appeared at his door; like a gift from cupid to cure his lonely heart. A gift in the form of a new roommate. 

Seungkwan was staying in the flat with him before he moved out to his hometown, leaving behind his room and another part of the rent he had to pay. In his absence though, Seungkwan–ever the social butterfly– recommended the place to you, and although Jeonhan was wary at first, he definitely had to thank Seungkwan now. 

When he first met you he felt as though his house was graced by a higher being. The sun flooded into the room in golden rays, shining around you, creating a halo above your head. And though he was the known heartbreaker around town, he felt his palms go sweaty and his ears turn hot. And when you spoke, he felt he got worse. Your voice sounded just like it was dipped in honey; smooth and sweet. He could listen to it forever. Your expressions were kind and gentle, you were the type of person that could lure anyone into your charm like a siren in the sea. 

He was attracted to you, so so attracted to you, but he brushed it off. It was probably just that, Attraction, nothing more. 

As the days went by you two grew closer. First it was catching each other in the kitchen at 3am for a midnight snack. From then on you started talking to each other more. You find out that he’s been living in the flat for five years, he finds out that you just moved to the city. He’s taken you around the area to get you familiar with your surroundings, you’ve cooked him dinner in exchange (and because he only eats ramen in the house). He’s introduced you to his friends, you’ve introduced him to your family.

You even go to him when you need to rant. School’s being annoying? Go to Jeonghan, Your parents are being annoying? Go to Jeonghan, the neighbour that for some reason finds the need to be up at 4am every single morning watching their soap opera at full volume with their door open is being annoying? Go to Jeonghan. Just like the new flat’s been your physical home, Jeonghan has been your emotional home. 

You tell him everything, and even though he loves it, he loves that he could be a person you can come to–can talk to and rant to about your hardships, feelings, accomplishments, he somehow hates it when you come to him for advice on love. 

“How do I get a boyfriend, Han?”, “Why don’t guys like me?” to “Han, I’ve been talking to this guy”, “what do you think of him?” to the dreaded, “He asked me out on a date!”, “How do I look?” he’s been there through it all. And he won't admit it–he can’t admit that he likes you, he can’t admit that he hates when you tell him not to wait up for you because you’ll be at Woozi’s for the night. He can’t admit that it bothers him that you come home, greet him and go to your room. He can’t admit that he’s lonely again, and that he misses when you would talk to him late at night about your dreams, inspirations, aspirations, goals or even just your shopping list. 

And most of all, he hates that you have him listening to love songs. He never used to listen to love songs on purpose, let alone with someone in mind. Love songs have plagued his playlists, and he dreads the day that spotify wraps up his year into one big lovefest. You were sea, sunshine, star and moon; you were his cocoa butter kisses; you were what comes up in his mind when he listens to Daniel Caesar, Frank Ocean and even Drake. You were his in his mind, his playlist, his heart but not his in real life. 

He started doing his work in the living room just to see your face, to see you in the kitchen, on the couch or even leaving for school or work or to your boyfriend’s house, because the longer you were with Woozi, the shorter you were in the house. 

That was until one day when he came home from work. The world seemed to mirror the same sad mood he’s been in for the past month; heavy rain, grey skies, cold air. It was the kind of weather that made him feel even more lonelier than he already was. He was just about to pass the living room to go to his room when he noticed you asleep on the sofa. 

You looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to move, afraid that even the smallest step could wake you up from your slumber. He stood there for what felt like hours but were only a couple of seconds when he was suddenly snapped back to reality with a cold rush of air down his spine. The room was getting colder, he noticed, and he saw you rustling around the couch–no doubt affected by the coolness too.

He saw that your shoulder was exposed to the cool air and quickly but quietly rushed to get a blanket. He placed the blanket over your body, gently tucking the ends to your sides, effectively blocking any coldness from reaching your skin. He froze as you moved, thinking you had woken up, but sighed as he saw you snuggling into the warm comfort of the blanket, continuing your peaceful nap. 

He cleaned the area around you, the tissues, empty soda cans, empty chips. You must’ve eaten yourself into a food coma, he thought, smiling at the thought of your well fed self falling into a deep sleep. However his smile dropped as your phone lights up. Rows and rows of notifications piled up on your lockscreen, all from your boyfriend begging you to ‘take him back’, ‘forgive him’, ‘trust him to do better’.  And then it made sense to him. The food, the tissues, your exhaustion.

Once he finished cleaning up, he just couldn’t find himself to leave you in the living room all alone. You must have been sad, angry, upset, tired and vulnerable right now, and he would hate himself if he knew he was leaving you in such a state. 

He also couldn’t get over the last notification he saw from your phone–he knows that it wasn’t the best thing to go scroll your notifications, but it was there and he couldn’t help it (pls forgive him)-- ‘I can be better than him’. 

Him? 

Is there someone new?

He sat on the ottoman, beside where your head was laying on the pillow and watched as you breathed. Your chest would rise and fall in steady patterns, showing that you’ve fallen into a deep sleep. Your eyelashes were feathered along your eye, and he couldn’t help but be charmed by it. Him, charmed by the simple sight of eyelashes? He couldn’t believe how much he changed, how much you changed him. Your lips were slightly parted, a pale pink and full. He wondered how it would feel against his own, would they be soft? By the looks of it, he thinks it would. 

You looked so peaceful and angelic and he couldn’t help but think about how much you’re going through right now. He thought about your mind, how crazy it must be, how tiring it must be. Who’s on your mind right now? Who has your time? Who have you been seeing? Why couldn’t you just be his? 

He knows that you had a boyfriend but still, despite that, why did you stop talking to him as much? You used to be texting him all the time, checking on him all the time, staying up with him all the time. But recently, your interactions were shorter than two sentences. Was it your boyfriend? Was it you? Was it him?

“If you let me,” he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear gently, “we could paint a perfect picture, we could even last forever.” he sighed as he feels how strong he loves you–it scares him, he’s never felt this way with anyone before. “I’ll even let you wear my sweaters, I know how you get cold so easily,” he said as his eyes traced your face, from your hairline down to your eyebrows to your eyes, to your nose to your lips. He smiled at how perfect you were. “I’m so horribly down for you, Y/N,” he said, “for the worse or the better,” he added. 

“To be honest, I hate it,” he said, surprising himself with the sudden confession, “I hate how much I feel for you because It’s so strong that it’s hurting me. But I don’t care, I will keep sticking to you, Y/n,” he breathed in, “Because I love you.”

And although you were sound asleep, he still felt as if the weight of the world has left his shoulders. The burden of keeping it trapped within his heart has finally disappeared, and even though he knew that this confession was done in vain as he knew that pouring his heart out doesn’t mean you have to reciprocate it, he still felt happy that it’s out there. 

Maybe you were asleep, but your heart was listening. 

He noticed how the sun had disappeared and the clock was moving into the double digits. He knew that your back was going to be painful if you slept there overnight, so he took you in his arms, the blanket wrapped tightly around you still; like a burrito, and carried you over to your room. There he tucked you in properly, propping your head gently a top your soft pillows, laying the comforter over your, keeping the sides snug. Before he turned off the side lamp, his self control had left his body with his confession as he bent down placing a gentle peck on your forehead. When he felt that everything was done, windows checked, you tucked in, lamp turned off, he headed out the door. 

“Jeonghan,” you called softly, your voice still groggy from your nap. He froze by the doorframe, turning to you. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you too,” you told him, a soft smile growing on your face before you turned over and fell back to sleep. 

No amount of self control could stop the smile that was blooming on his face, his mind was fuzzy, his heart was racing. He watched you for a little bit more, the same love-struck smile on his face to see if you were still sleeping.

“Sweet dreams, love,” he whispered before leaving.

He needs to give Seungkwan a gift basket. 

-fin. 

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[lialucis]

Word vomit in bound cause what the fuck is sleep and why must I work at 4am 😭

I hope I did @ghouljams proud. She has me thinking about eggs all the time now. Straight from discord where I word vomit at my friend first. Here we go it's terrible I promise

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Hi more on this it was like four am and found a TikTok that had me thinking about that. A siren (Keegan or whomstever), coaxing you into the water. Sweet words cause you to nearly drown, as you obey his orders. Your life for another's as every story goes. Hand around your throat, ordering you again with that low sing song like voice. Mouth slowly opening at his behest. Fingers pushing in deep, testing your reactions, making sure you're properly obedient. Thoroughly charmed and non resistant. More sweet words as he probes your tongue, your cheeks, your teeth. A heat spreading through him at the utter almost blind submissiveness. The urge to push further, whispering threats and praise. No biting, no moving, no swallowing. Not even a twitch. Only those shallow breaths allowed. Oh the things he could do to you, push you, mark you, consume you but most importantly...

You feel something smooth brush against your tongue, not even grazing your teeth or lips. Resting on your tongue, fingers braced Incase you try and bite. A sharp tooth grin as there is no movement, simply holding the soft jelly like mass in your mouth on your tongue. Cradled just perfect, such a sight. Seeing that subtle blue the same color of his eyes resting there. So fragile, so vulnerable, the wrong roll of your tongue and it could be crushed so easily. But you're such a good human, aren't you? You'd never. Right.

A shaky breath as his fingers slowly withdraw, ordering you to open your eyes with that saccharine voice. Practically vibrating as you obey. Wanting nothing more than to take you here and now. The sight of your drool pooling around his **egg** pulsing gently with life. Such a delicate, precious, thing. One of its kind, he almost salivates at the sight. Hand reaching up to retrieve, caught off guard as a low growl escapes you. Catching him off guard, he tries again, another growl and you'd flinch back. Seeming almost... Protective. It sends a thrill through him, you, being protective of his greatest treasure.

A flicker of desperation crosses his eyes, his voice. Not wanting to risk the wrong movement, the life being snuffed. He tries again, demands you stop resisting. Only for those aquamarine eyes to widen watching in horror, and fascination, and excitement as your throat flexed. The sight of the matching egg sliding down your throat. Compelled to protect his egg from Him! The bulge in your throat going down down down... And settling right in your stomach. A shudder running through you as you blink slowly, a hazy look in your dull eyes. His hand grasping your jaw, cradling it and bringing you closer. Demanding you open your eyes, seeing the hazy look meet his. The ring of a familiar blue encircling your iris. Your body accepted the egg, such a rare feat. He knew you were different, and now... All his... His adorable human. His soon to be mama... Male, female? Doesn't matter. Your body took the egg, and you would carry it to term just like a child. The thought of you carrying the next generation of Sirens in your cute little human body. Such... A treasure.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting my mother to stop making so much noise in her own house when I’m staying here?

So me (22M) and my mother (62F) have a complicated relationship. She is very very toxic and always has been - she used to induce illness in me and make my pre-existing disorders worse so that she could keep me with her when she separated from my father, she never let me leave the house because she would tell me I would be harmed or something would happen to me if I was away from her, she would control everything I did and what I ate or drank, where I went, etc. The house she and I lived in was an incredibly bad environment for me. It’s not taken care of, it’s dirty and unhygienic, I was constantly ill and having allergies set off, she would try to feed me dirt-covered food I watched her pick up off the floor, the shower didn’t work and she wouldn’t let me go elsewhere to bathe. I kept talking about moving out, especially once I got into a serious relationship with my girlfriend (26F), but it would always devolve into an argument with her telling me I wasn’t going anywhere, that my girlfriend would leave me, that she’s the only person who’ll stick by me, and so on.

All of that is basically background context to counterbalance the (fair) preconceptions of “you’re guests you’re imposing on her you can just leave” etc you’re about to have.

So I finally moved out this year and in with my girlfriend and it was wonderful. However, my mother was blowing up BOTH of our phones 24/7 telling me to come back, and it reached the point she was contacting Other people (family, our friends) to get Them to tell me to move back in with her and asking where I was at all hours of the day, who I was with and what I was doing. I was ignoring her as best I could. Then a couple of weeks ago mine and my girlfriend’s house flooded after our upstairs neighbour burst a pipe in the building and water began fountaining through all our electrical sockets and lights and pouring from the ceiling. We had nowhere else to go except to stay with my mother until the house was repaired and made safe again, especially because so many of our belongings were ruined.

So we’ve been back here since. We’re forced to sleep on the couch together in the living room because in the time I was gone she somehow let bugs infest my old room and her cat pee all over the mattress of the bed.

Now, my girlfriend and I are both very non-confrontational and I’m usually super hard to annoy, but I’m also autistic and highly sensitive to noise. And my mother is. Very noisy. She blasts the TV at full volume all day even when she leaves the room and gets angry if you turn it off even if she’s not watching it, she’s a chainsmoker who’s constantly hack-coughing, she’ll have the radio playing OVER the TV, she shouts out the windows to her neighbours, she keeps all the windows and doors open, she’ll play music at full volume without headphones on, etc. I have noise-cancelling headphones from when I still lived here but she’s often so loud it doesn’t muffle it at all.

Recently it’s reached the point where she’ll wake up during the night, say 2-4am, come through to the room we’re sleeping in where the TV is, and just turn the TV on, turn the radio on, start singing along to music, slam doors, VACUUM. For the past 2 weeks she’s been waking me and my fiancée up every single night, often several times, and we’re at the end of our rope with it.

We can’t afford a hotel and have nowhere else to go, when we try to ask her to keep it down at LEAST during the night she says she can do whatever she wants because it’s her house and says we’re being ungrateful, and when we’ve offered to try to clean up my old room so we can sleep in there she snaps at us not to touch anything of ‘hers’ and gets mad because we’re implying her house isn’t clean, that we don’t want to be near her, that we must be telling everyone her house is shitty, etc.

Yesterday I got into an argument with her because I was having an extremely bad sensory day, my girlfriend said she had a migraine, and my mother responded by turning up the TV. When she saw I was holding onto my headphones and my girlfriend was near tears, she turned it up even louder and smirked at me. The argument basically ended in her screaming at me that if she was so bad we could leave, I impulsively said okay we would, and then she got physically aggressive and barred the doorway and told us I wasn’t going anywhere because she’d make sure of it.

It’s just. Exhausting! GF and I are constantly sleep-deprived, drained, grumpy, tired, and dealing with headaches on top of the stress of trying to financially recoup from the house flood and deal with getting everything fixed, and half of me is mad at my mother for not having even basic respect for us sleeping or our issues when half the time she is not even watching the damn TV or in the same room as it, while the other half of me feels conflicted because it’s her living room and we’re sleeping in the TV room and she’s putting us up when we have nowhere else.

AITA (/are we the assholes) for wanting her to accommodate us despite being guests?

What are these acronyms?