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s0ft1eee · 3 years

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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heyyyy do you still write for bill hader because i’ve got some pretty good requests if so

I do!! Request away! ^^

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"And seemingly, something did."

You huffed softly, fixing the grocery bags in your hands with a slight struggle so they weren’t as painful to carry, they dragged your arms down as you swayed as to not topple over while walking. This week, wasn’t your week. You had gotten splashed by mud before you went out to work, your car just shut down for some reason, some dog bit your leg?? It just wasn’t a good week.

“It’s friday though..” You mumble quietly, “..woo..” you also let out a sarcastic cheer as your eyelids began to get slightly heavier.

Not to mention, your best friend found their soulmate already! They met at a bar and they will not shut up about said soulmate. Of course you’re happy for them! How could you not? But you couldn’t help but envy them, envy that they finally found the love of their life. They would squeal about how perfect their soulmate is, giving you that feeling of emptiness you always got, like something was missing.

You always wondered where your red string led to. Who was on the other end? Was he nice? Did he have pretty eyes? Was his hair soft? Would he like you? ...would he like you?.. That was always the biggest question, with no answers in sight.

You dreamily thought about who your soulmate was, tugging on the string. Sometimes you hoped it would cause your soulmate to fall. Just something to cause a reaction.

And seemingly, something did.

You collided quite harshly with something, no, someone. Falling back on your behind, you dropped all of your groceries due to the unexpected impact. You let out a loud groan of pure annoyance at this inconvenience.

“Fuck- oh my god I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and…” The stranger’s voice drifted off, but you didn’t care for that. You noticed a slight shift showing he moved a little before his voice drifted.

“It’s fine..” You mumble as you look up to the stranger. To be honest he was extremely attractive, and extremely tall. He had messy dirty blonde/brunet hair and a tired look painted on his face. Your eyes drifted to his outfit, a navy blue sweater with some normal jeans, not the most fashionable but cute. Now onto his hand that was so kindly held out for you. It had a ring on his middle finger and a.. red string on his ring finger.

“Oh my...” You choked out, instantly raising your own hand to see the string that connected you two.

“You are.. my soulmate.” The man said, a soft smile growing on his features. You quickly took his hand, helping yourself up to your feet.

“I.. I guess I am.” You smile up at him. “(Y/N).” You put out your much smaller hand in his direction.

“Bo.”

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Hey guys!! Sorry if this isn't that, well. I hope everyone has a good day and I will be working on more requests!!

#bo burnham x reader #soulmate au #red string au #bo burnham imagine

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s0ft1eee · 3 years

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AH thank you so much!!! You're really cool too!!! @chloecatina421 @hangovercurse @writinghood are so awesome!!

💜 Spread the Love 💜

In light of all the recent hate, I’ve seen several sweet messages over the last few days to my friends and mutuals from anons or other blogs telling writers/content creators how much they love them and their works! This is what I love seeing! 🥰

Let’s keep spreading the LOVE!

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s0ft1eee · 3 years

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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s0ft1eee · 3 years

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Hello Everyone!

It's been awhile :] but I watched Bo Burnham's new "Inside" (i'm still coping) and it gave me motivation to complete some stuff I've been pushing off! So I'm hoping my soulmate au fic will be done by later today, and some other requests!!

Also, I recently watched Silicon Valley, let me just say, it's godly. So I'll be working on some fics on that too!!! I hope everyone had a good day! See ya soon!

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Hiii! i’m Cherie but i go by Cher for the most part i love bo burnham and i go by they/them pronouns! and yeah i saw your post about your followers going into your asks to introduce themselves and i always need more friends lol

AAA hello!!!! It’s lovely to meet you! :D Honestly same, always need more friends lol! I hope your day is going great! ^^

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contiuation/part two of the john mulaney smut you wrote? 👉👈 ❤❤❤❤

Ask and ye shall receive 💜 I had like four people ask this and aaa butterflies

Demanding (part two)

Warnings: cocky!john, semi-public sex, somewhat hatefucking, John’s a biter, cute ending

After the two of you had, well, finished— rather, he finished— he was quickly out the door to wait backstage, satisfied with your help. You, on the other hand, were left to sit in that dressing room, listening to his show over the speaker system. You were stunned, like a bird that had just hit a window, left to think about what on earth had just happened, and, more importantly, why you liked it so much.

After roughly an hour of fixing your hair and incessantly checking your dull notifications, with breaks of sitting on the couch and coming to terms, you heard him begin his closing joke. It had been a good crowd. Reactive, but not interruptive. They hung on every word he had to say, and laughed in all the right places. You smiled when you noted that, if the night’s earlier happenings didn’t stroke his ego, this surely would.

You heard the hallway outside swell with some chatter, most likely a few technicians headed for the exit, and footsteps, and suddenly, when the door opened, you were right back to where you were an hour ago: a nervous, butterfly infested mess.

John had come back rather quickly, assuming you’d still be in the dressing room. You shot him a look. “Good crowd.” You note dryly, though a wry little grin infected your lips. He smiles at you, shutting the door casually behind him. “I thought you would’ve gone back to the hotel by now.” The brunet looks at you through the mirror, loosening his tie. To some, it was inconceivable to see him in anything but a put-together suit, but you knew well that he wore “real people clothes” more often than not.

You shrugged. “I think it would’ve been weird if I just.. left.” You chuckle wryly, leaning back into the couch. “Do you want me to leave?” You ask, chewing your bottom lip. John turned around, untying his tie, and leaned against the counter. “Why would I want you to leave?” He asks. It wasn’t rhetorical, it was a genuine question. Whether he was fucking with you or not was the mystery. Unsure of how to continue with your boss, you open your mouth and decide to just let your words pile up on each other. “Because I’m your assistant and I just gave you a pre-show blowjob, did we forget that?” His tie on the countertop, John folds his arms and hums. “No, I don’t think I forgot,” He chuckled, gesturing to you. “And you clearly didn’t.” You furrow your brow. “What do you mean ‘clearly’?” You prompt. You knew exactly what he meant, but it offended you, especially that condescending tone in his voice. Shifting his attention away from you, John took off his black suit jacket, leaving him in his dark button up as he tossed the jacket over the back of the chair that sat in front of the mirror.

“I mean that you definitely haven’t forgotten about it, because you would have left if you did.” Then, looking at you through the mirror, he gestured to your face. “You’re also blushing.” “I’m not blushing, I’m flustered.” John shrugs, rolling up his sleeves, revealing the veins that sprawled the backs of his hands, traveling up his forearm before disappearing. “Same thing.” You scoff, trying to act more upset than you really were. “Okay, well, now I’m going to leave.” Huffing, you shove your phone into your pocket and head to the door, but you stop when you don’t see him moving to halt you. It was a mistake. A display of weakness, because, now, he was looking over his shoulder at you, that crooked smile on his face. “What?” He asks, facing you, lazily crossing his arms again. You felt your cheeks burn. Aggravated beyond belief and yet intrigued past a point you’d care to mention, you roll your eyes, your sliding off the doorknob when you strode towards him. “I hate you.” You had said before reaching up and pulling him down into a crushing kiss.

He had unfolded when you’d closed the distance, his hands quick to find your hips and snake around to your lower back. He was smiling, just barely, you could feel it. He didn’t have a show in fifteen minutes this time, so you could run your fingers through his hair all you wanted. You heard the door lock click behind you, while you draped your arms up over John’s shoulders. He tastes faintly of smoke, and you love it.

It didn’t take much communication for you to hop up onto the counter behind you, aided with a hand under your thigh, as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist. Amused by your eagerness, the brunet mutters underneath your jawline. “You don’t hate me that much, do you?” He teases, kissing a smile out of you. It wasn’t a question. You bite your lip, a dazed grin on your face, tipping your head back to give him more room as you tugged his hair. “Clearly.”

He kissed you again, chastely, and sank back into the chair behind him, quickly joined by you straddling his lap after you’d slipped off your jeans. Now, his grip on your hips was far more difficult to ignore, snaking up your shirt to cup your breast through your bra. You were thanking yourself for wearing a matching set. “How long have you been wanting this?” John asks, shifting his kisses under your jaw as he pulled you down, slowly grinding into his lap.

You sigh, pulling his hair again and feeling him hum into your throat. “A while.” Was all you could give him— all you would give him, and it was enough to stroke his ego. “A while,” He parrots softly. “So, the whole time you’ve known me.” You smile, giving him a breathy laugh. “Sure, John, I—“ Your words were swallowed up in a heady gasp, as his hand slid between your bodies and wasted no time in targeting your clit. You instinctively curled your fingers into his hair and shoulder, holding onto him, and you could have sworn that the cocky bastard laughed. “C’mon,” he mumbled against your throat between kisses. “Keep going.”

The brunet urges into your skin, his fingers pushing your panties aside where he needed to and continuing to exploit that sweet spot. At some point, he’d rolled up his sleeves, leaving his forearms bare. You grabbed for words, and they fell flat against your tongue, leaving you speechless for an embarrassing amount of time. Finally, you hum a quiet “mm-hm,” giving up a bit of your territory and allowing him to win in that moment. You had thought about it, ever since you’d met him. Unable to help yourself, you bucked into his fingers, and he was more than happy to comply to your silent begging.

The sound of his pants coming undone made you stir, grinding down impatiently into his thigh. He didn’t bother to take your panties off, but used his free hand to pull your shirt over your head and toss it with the rest of your clothes. He took your mouth again. When he pulled you further up into his lap, you felt his cock rub up against your wet core, and the friction could have driven you up a wall. “Please,” you blurt, your words riding on your breath. “God, please, fuck me.”

The brunet didn’t speak, responding instead by biting the side of your throat and pulling you to sink down onto him. He hummed, an involuntary sound, while you were left gasping. “Fuck—“ “Be quiet,” John cuts you off, sucking the skin he’d just bitten into his mouth. His tone wasn’t mean, it was patronizing.

You started the pace, using your wiggle room between his lap and his hands on your waist to roll your hips, listening to him huff, head buried under your chin. Clearly, it didn’t satisfy him for long, as he started to control how you moved. He unbuttoned his shirt just one more button, shifting to control the pace with his own hips and pushing airy noises out of you with each thrust, and littering your skin with bites and marks. Before you could register what was happening, you were a mess; clinging to him, unable to quiet yourself and tugging hard on his hair. When you did, he groaned, unintentionally— you’d pulled it out of him. His name fell out of your mouth, and when you felt his hips stutter at the sound of it, it kept coming, and, in a matter of a few short moments, so were you.

You were breathless, only able to whine out his name once more before the pulses of your orgasm washed over you. He hadn’t expected you to tighten up like that, and you felt how his body reacted when he realized that he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Oh, fuck—” his words are lost in a sharp, guttural sound, before he sank his teeth into the crook of your shoulder and opted for finishing on your stomach.

For a minute or so after the fact, the pair of you simply sat, sinking into that chair and buried into each other, catching your breath as quietly as possible. Watching his chest rise and fall beneath the dark, undone button-down he was wearing was enough to ground you again. Enough to realize that he was staring at you.

To your surprise, his eyes jumped away when yours met them, leaving you puzzled. “John?” You prompt, watching him chew his lip. Part of you worried that it was because he was regretting what you’d done, but it grew obvious what was happening, and it made you smile. He was blushing, and his thumb was tracing circles idly against your hip, still holding you into him. Unlike him, you decided not to gloat on his feelings. Instead, you simply fixed his hair. “You wanna go to dinner?” You ask, smoothing his shirt down against his chest. Mulaney, eyes flicking back up to yours, cracks a reluctant smile.

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s0ft1eee · 3 years

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hello guys i'm back and i hopefully have something for you guys!! <3 hope everyones doing well!!

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Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

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"It's called a disguise, Berkman."

Censored swearing, implying of killing? If those make you uncomfortable please don't read!!

(Y/N) carefully flicked the lipstick brush against her lips, gliding the deep red gloss across. She pressed her lips together and smirked, fixing the messy platinum blonde wig. The phone besides her started to vibrate, humming as it shook. She glanced down.

Hank is calling…

She let out a low hum herself, plucking it up and clicking answer.

“How am I- OH! He-Hello (Y/N)! Just the beautiful woman I wanted to talk to..” Hank tried to charm. (Y/N), not buying any of it, hummed once again, rolling her eyes.

“Cut the bullsh*t Hank. Why’d you call me? I’m about to head out now.” She told him while fixing the tight dress and applying more blush.

“Yeah… about that..” “..did plans change?” “Something like that..”

“Well spit it out.” “Okay… So, you remember Barry?” “How could I forget, f*cking prick.” (Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes. She heard a wince on the other end of the line. “Okay. So I might’ve accidentally… assigned you and Barry the same target..”

Silence, on both ends for a moment. Calm before the storm maybe. She put down her makeup brush with a harsh tap.

“You did WHAT?” “LISTEN LISTEN!! It was a mistake!! I didn’t mean to! I just forgot I assigned you first!”

“Well tell him to F*CK OFF and find a new hit!” She snapped. “...he’s already waiting for you. I already told him and he agreed to work with you, so I suggest you just. Suck it up and work with him!” Hank offered excitedly. She sucked in a breath.

“Fine fine, the plan is still the same, correct? I still have to… seduce the target and sh*t?” She asked, putting on her red high heels that matched everything else her strapless red satin dress that hugged her body tightly.

“Yep! But you’ll have to meet up with Barry before you enter, you’ll have to explain the plan in more detail.” You could practically hear Hank smiling.

“..Alright, let’s just get this sh*t over with.” She snarled before pressing hang up and putting her phone in her purse.

(Y/N) walked with confidence to the exit of the lobby. She saw an awkward tall male shifting around. A black cap on his head and a gray hoodie covering his top half. Her eyes met his and she could visibly see him gulp. She rolled her eyes as she stopped in front of him, placing a hand on her hip.

“(Y-Y/N)- What are you wearing??” Barry questioned, his eyes wide as they searched her body.

“It’s called a disguise, Berkman. Now,” (Y/N) leaned up, taking off his cap and unzipping his jacket, taking it off for him as he just stood frozen. “There. We’re going to a club, not a funeral.. Yet.”

(( KK I DID IT!!!!! I'm working on like 3 other things right now but I figured I could give you guys a treat while you wait lol! I might make a part two but idk, I liked the idea of a one-sided enemies to lovers. !!ALSO PLEASE CHECK MY UPDATED PINNED!! I made a little note that I want people to check out! I hope you have a great day/night! - Softie :D ))8

#barry berkman x reader #Barry block x reader #one-sided enemies to lovers

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