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deluluriddhi · 1 month

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𐙚 ❛ Authors In Love ❜ Society

(🪞 LIB?) 𐙚 synopsis: two childhood best friends

who are separated and can't reach eachother, becoming authors just to write about each other.

𐙚 pairing: author!Sunghoon x author!yn

𐙚 contains: Jake as Sunghoon's kpop idol friend, a little bit enemies to lovers, fluff, plotties plot, mentions of a big misunderstanding, heart warming, a little bit of agnst at the beginning, mentions of struggles of authors, total sfw content. (Lmk if I forgot anything)

𐙚 wc: ?????

𐙚 note: inspired from a reel I saw nearly a year ago but couldn't forget. I apologise for any mistakes becuz Tumblr didn't save my first draft. And yes, that reel's link I can't find anywhere but I always wanted to write an FF based on it. Thanks god I had the ss. Feedbacks, likes, reblogs and follows are appreciated! TAGLIST OPEN. ADD A COMMENT TO BE TAGGED IN THIS ONE OR/AND THE NEXT ONE. PART 2 , PART 3

𐙚 Riddhi speaks: so, you all got to know at last why I was so inactive these days? It was bcuz I was writing this. Glasses Sunghoon got a chokehold on me. The struggles of authors mentioned are half based on my struggles having this blog lol. Literary all the books I read are New York Bestselling. Ik this is really long ㅠㅠ good luck reaching the end! Please show love to this, I poured my all into this. ENJOYYY!!

𐙚 playlist: Lovers Rock by tv girl. Bound to fall in love　

24TH MARCH, 2018

AT THE AIRPORT

"Hoon dear, bid your good byes.", Sunghoon's dad said. "No dad! I don't wanna leave Y/N.", little Hoon said as he clung to your body with your arms wrapped around him.

"Aeroplane number 256, From Washington DC to Seoul will be arriving shortly at Terminal Number 4. Please hurry and get in a line to aboard the plane. Thank you.", a voice from the speakers said.

"Hoon dear, we have to leave., Sunghoon's mother said, pulling him apart from you. "No mama! I don't wanna go. I wanna stay with Y/N., Salty teardrops fell from his eyes as he tried to escape from his mother's tight grasps.

Your eyes flooded with tears as you saw him crying and going away. Small y/n only knew it was somewhere far and she is not gonna able to see him anymore; a far away fairyland, they said. Poor Y/N.

(24 years later)

24TH MARCH, 2042

Y/N'S BEDROOM, WASHINGTON DC

24 years.

It has been 24 whole years since Sunghoon had gone to Korea. 24 years without any contact with your childhood bestfriend. Both of your mothers were best friends before you two were born. They decided to live next to eachother, so that they could hang cut everyday. Then, they had you two. Sunghoon was a few months older than you. You two used to play all day when at your house when you two were little. Stick to eachother, go to school together, eat together, play together, you two were inseparable. That's how you two became best friends. You two were in love with each other, just too small for you two to understand but everyone around knew. But, unfortunately, Sunghoon and his family had to move when he was five years old. You were five years old too, wondering why he had to go. That really was a heartbreaking moment for both of you. None of you two could move on; face and name plastered in both of you two's heart. Every year, on this exact same day you wait for him to come back, putting a cross on that date if he doesn't but he never does.

You slumped down on the bed after crossing off yet another 24th March on the calander on the wall. He is gonna come back, you said to yourself, but you are unsure yourself. You glance at your unfinished book opened in Google Docs on your Laptop, it's deadline mally close. Well, being one of the most famous New York Bestsellers and Penguins' most liked author was hard. Well, what can we do? Looks like the audiance really books about your lost true childhood love. Yes, all the books you have ever written were all about Sunghoon, well, the audiance don't know that. How much you miss him, how much you love him, all the things you want to tell him, etc., was all you write in your books. Your pen name is Lee Nari.

But you had a competitor. Park Eun. Another author. He is best writer next to you, clase behind. It was always a competition between you and him, in everything, starting from Best Author of the Year award to Most Books sold award. Tho you two never met one another you have a kind of rage against him nor you have ever read his books or saw his photos. Because you never got the time to. "Argh, I hate this.", with that you started writing again.

(SAME DAY)

SUNGHOON'S ROOM, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

"Bad", he said as he deleted the one line he wrote. "BAD', he said again after a few minutes, tapping the backspace button aggressively. After a few more minutes, "BADDD", he shouted while kicking the leg of the table really hard which resulted in his own pain in return.

"Arag, I hate this", he slowly murmured under his deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He rubbed his feet before getting up from his chair and running outside in his lawn. Fresh air after hours of sitting like a shrimp in a chair, constantly typing down words on his laptop.

Park Sunghoon, or popularly known as Park Eun by pen name, is a 29 years old New York Bestselling author in Seoul, Korea.

Just as he was enjoying the nature a familiar voice from behind him came. "Hello Mister!". to no surprise it was his best friend, the first person to be friends with him after he came to Korea, Jake Sim. A soft slime tugged across Sunghoon's face as he turned around to look at Jake's face. "An off day from ENHYPEN?", Sunghoon asked him while walking closer to hug him. "Yeah.", Jake's voice laced with tiredness of being an idol, he said after burying his face in Sunghoon's shoulders and sinking in the warmth of his body. "Oh oh!", Jake excitedly said while breaking the hug, his face looking exactly like an excited golden retriever, "Look at this! Look at this!". Jake pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Aw man, Calm down', Sunghoon muttered under his breath, closing his eyes, as he saw the golden boy recklessly trying to find something on his phone. "There! I found it!", Jake exclaimed with his phone just infront of Sunghoon's face.

What shown on the screen was a teaser for Lee Nari's new book coming out shortly. Sunghoon was in rage. After all, Lee Nari, a person he doesn't know anything about, is trying to steal his position in the Author's World. She is his dearest competitor and sworn enemy, Yet, Sunghoon has never read her books or saw her pictures. They are the one that divides Bookstagram and BookTok into two. Sunghoon is still trying to beat her but she is quite a mile ahead of him. "yeah yeah, okay", Sunghoon told Jake, not wanting to talk about Lee Nari anymore. "So, how is Betrayed Love going?", Jake asked, sensing the atmosphere, "you are still writing about her, aren't you?". "yeah", Sunghoon quietly said, "I should go USA to meet her but I am so caught up with work here and I don't even know of she is still there.". Jake's succesful attempt to cheer up Sunghoon, "Hey hey! Show me the work!"

"till the end of the Earth, I will find you one day. Is that what you want?", Jake asked after examining Sunghoon's unfinished book on his Laptop. Sunghoon nodded as an yes, "but I tried my best to find her. She might be dead too, he said hugging himself and head hung down low. "Aw Hoonie! Don't say that! You will find her.", Jake said after engulfing Sunghoon in a warm hug, trying his best to comfort him. "It's you birthday soon. I will buy you a book from Lee Nari.." Jake suddenly said, smiling cheekily, "Well, it won't be a waste maybe.", Sunghoon said.

(A FEW DAYS LATER)

3RD APRIL, 2042

Y/N'S HOUSE

Ding Dong.

Y/N's house doorbell rang. "Oh God, who is here so early morning?", you complained but dragged your feets to open the door.

You were greeted by the Mailman with a package which seemed to be for you. He quickly handed you the parcel and took his leave. You stared at the packet in your hands.

It was sent by one of your long distance friends saying that you might like what was Inside. Curious, you closed the door and sat on the sofa to unwrap the packet rather vigorously just you know what was inside. You your utter disappointment, it was a book by Park Eun. You were about to throw it away but it was the book description written on the back which made you curious. Broken Hearts? Impressive. You skipped to the first chapter of the book and started reading. And the next moment you knew, you were so deep into the book that the whole world outside was mute to you.

It was a story. A story about how a girl saved him from a falling off a hill when he was little and from then, he fell in love with her deeply but never saw that unknown girl anymore. After a few years he saw her in a dream. She had dark long black hair, doe eyes and kissable lips. But whenever he was to get near her it seemed like she was getting further away and he could never reach her.

"Wait, dark long black hair, doe eyes and kissable lips? But that's my description....." you realised, staring at that sentence. Soft fingers skipped over to the last page where an Email ID was given for any kind of issue with the book. Well you SURELY have an issue now. Or else, why would your sworn enemy write about your description in his book... Or was it coincidence?

"[email protected]...." You said as you typed the address in the address bar.

❛❛ Why did you mention my description in your book?

[pic of that sentence attached]

Why are you messing with me when you already know who is gonna take New York Bestsellers trophy home this year? Just so you know i am not gonna let you take this one home.

Lots of hate,

Nari ❜❜

Was what was written in the email you sent.

You were eating lunch when a notification came to your phone. Rather unwillingly you took a glance at the screen. Expecting it to be yet another reminder from the bookseller that your deadline is near but to your surprise it was a reply from Lee Eun's Email!! You never expected him to reply within one day. You choked on your food and gulped a whole bottle of water down. Quickly clicking on the notification to that replied email.

❛❛ Hi! Please text on this number for your queries: +82 20121112xxx. ❜❜

Confused but curious, you added that number to your WhatsApp and copy pasted the whole email.

(SAME DAY)

SUNGHOON'S ROOM, SEOUL, KOREA

"Hoon, how much more time are you gonna take?"

"just 5 more minutes"

Jake signed as he flopped down on the bed, tired of waiting for his friend to be back from shower. His eyes fell on Sunghoon's unlocked phone laying close to him. What made him more curious was the email notification from a rather known email showed on the lockscreen. Double tapping on the notification led him straight to that email. An Email from Sunghoon's sworn enemy. He decided to have some fun while sunghoon is gone. He thought, why not a little bit of Enemies to Lovers trope?

He attached Sunghoon's personal phone number with that mail...

He deleted that mail after it was sent, cleared it's whole existence.

"Jakey? What are you doing on my phone?", Sunghoon said after coming out of the bathroom, shocking Jake. "Ah-um-nothing-just ringing up my phone cuz it was lost haha", Jake said in a nervous tone and then ran to the bathroom.

Later that evening when Jake had gone back to his dorm, Sunghoon was chilling on the couch watching a movie with pop corn bits spread all around him, messy eater. A text from an unknown number alighted his phone screen, diverting his attention to it. But he was really confused.

Sunghoon's eyeballs were about to roll out of their socket. No way his worst enemy was texting him. He cursed Jake under his breath.

In anger, he threw away his phone across the couch, it's screen cracked. He is furious on Jake and your sarcasm, even tho, a weird thought crossed his mind that made him doubt himself.

What if Lee Nari is Y/n?

No, no, it cannot be

This thought the number of times crossed his mind made him breathless, pulling his hair and screaming. Lee Nari, his worst enemy can't be his lost childhood crush.

He couldn't sleep properly at night after those texts with Nari.

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softstargirl · 1 month

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Perfect Home

Wife!Reader/Husband!Miguel O'Hara

Part One | Part Two

Genre: Angst (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

4.5k words.

Arguments are so tasking to write! They're supposed to be illogical, anyway. :⁠'⁠(

This has been in my drafts for a month! Ideas were not idea-ing! (′д｀σ)σ

Listening to a The Weekend playlist while editing was such a vibe!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

I'm getting an A03 account in a bit! Tumblr's great but it does not save drafts sometimes which is a bummer because I sometimes prefer using a laptop to write when I can't get ideas flowing when I'm writing on my phone! I'll drop it!

Warnings: Cheating, Pressure From Parents, Society’s Marital Standards, Desire To Have A Child, Cursing, Envy, Suggestive & Homely Vibes Are Non-Existent.

Peace and blessings to you, My Love!!!

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ [𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏] ➜ He cheated, you found out. You don't know whether to leave him or not. Now what?

The egg in the pan let out a bitter scent before you firmly flipped it. “Ugh.” You let out as you looked at it from your sunken and puffed-out eyes, breathing in mucus as you struggled not to sob once more. “Over an egg? Over an egg, [Name]?!” You thought and picked up a tissue to brush your tears and stray drops of slick over.

Just yesterday, you found out about your beloved husband's cheating with his ex for two months.

You should have caught on to the signs during your parents’ gala that took place two months ago. Dana’s excitement led her to firmly hold on to Miguel's firm arm as Miguel discussed the success of a deal with Stark Industries with the both of you, which should have been a warning sight. It irked you slightly, but you didn't view it as enough to suggest anything. Maybe how Miguel didn't depart from her hand for minutes on end should have done it.

You've always been a bit credulous. Always having one too many friends who didn't really care about your well-being from the beginning, desiring all that your younger self, who faked sickening sweet kindness, had. The public loved every bit of it, as did your parents. You noticed the subtle hints of disrespect and commented on them much later. Far too late.

You made sure your presented nature wouldn't crawl into adulthood, but it spread itself into your relationship.

Miguel was a quiet nerd when you first got to know him. Never the hot topic, he stuck to himself the majority of the time.

You bonded with him while you visited your friend in the institution, watching as she obviously flirted with Miguel's friend while they walked with one another. Surprisingly, you bonded over an idle conversation about cake.

“Tres leches is fantastic! Dios mío, there's no arguing with that!”

“Yes, Tres leches may be fantastic to you, but [ — ] definitely crosses that!”

You both didn't catch the side-eye both friends gave one another.

The next week, a double date was set.

It was the perfect TV show grounding for marriage. It all feels like a waste now that you look back on it with low eyes.

“Mi Alma.” You rolled your eyes as your husband walked into the kitchen in sweats with a water bottle in hand. You felt the chill of the Five AM air for a moment before you turned to place the egg on your plate and turned off the stove.

The crinkle of the wrapper as you pulled out the loaves of bread constantly broke the silence in the room as you looked away from him.

“Were those four years we spent with one another a waste?” You asked after a moment, then opened your mouth to chew on a loaf. A tear poured down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away.

“No, no, they were not, Cariño. They were the most amazing years of my life.” Miguel sadly sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm so sorry, Mi Amor. I promise I'll be better. For you, for us.”

“You don't get to call me that. How am I your love when you cheat on me?” You barked, glaring at him. Your fork clinked when it reached the floor. You sighed in exhaustion and picked it up. You tossed it into the pile of dishes in the sink. “Fuck, I feel done.”

“Can’t we just get past this? We've been through so much for something like this to tear us apart. Miguel tsked and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Nervousness ran through them, but he wouldn't show it. “Are you fucking serious right now, Miguel?! I should get over it?! Is that what you're saying?!” You yelled, frustrated, and you took deep breaths to calm down. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Miguel.”

“What about you, [Name]?! You're so damn ungrateful! I’m there for you! I support you, but you never support your husband! You barely do anything useful; you're always so caught up in your work that we can't even spend time together!” Miguel yelled, drawing closer to you.

“I have to work, Miguel! What part of that don't you understand?! I don't do anything useful?! Who's the one who does nearly everything in this household?! Me! You aren't even around for us to spend time together! If you aren't working late into the night, you're fucking patrolling! Do you want me to just sit down and wait for you?! I have other things to do!” You couldn't be more thankful in the moment that the room was soundproof. You could let out more than you would have in other spaces.

“You are so damn stubborn! Fuck! We can't even have a conversation without you trying to form an argument!” Miguel yelled, standing at arm's length as he pointed at you.

“Don’t point at me, Miguel.” You demanded and backed away from him to grab your purse. “If you honestly think that this isn't overdue, you're ridiculous. Stop victimising yourself. I’m the one who was cheated on. Go be with Dana, who probably won't piss you off as much as I do.” You said it with a crack at the end of your words as you struggled not to break down.

“[Name], I-” Miguel pushed his hand forward to grab your arm, but you pushed it closer to your form as you quickly left the hotel room. “Read the letter on the kitchen table. Or don’t. I don't really care.” You closed the door and walked away.

On the kitchen table, a letter in cotton paper was laid on it with your mother’s formal handwriting, inviting the both of you for lunch before your departure. Miguel cursed as he read it, the stress already getting to him as he envisioned how it would be.

Meanwhile, you headed to the café, reassuring yourself to calm down as you walked the longer route to it, hoping to have felt better when you reached there.

What you didn't notice was your mother’s gaze upon you from her balcony as she let out another puff from her cigarette while in her white silk nightgown, a black coat with a fluffy neck covering her as she cocked her eyebrows. Her eyes squinted at the moment you paused to quickly rub your eyes. She let out a hum, watching your figure disappear from her sight.

“These crumpets are quite fantastic.” Your father smiled, spreading another with blackberry jam as he chewed the spongy and soft treat. “We should wait for a few moments before requesting lunch, no? It will only take them a few more moments to arrive.” Your mother smiled at the both of you, a glass of water in hand, before taking in a long sip, bothered.

“So, Miguel, how have you been? Is there any success in the partnership with Calahan Tech? I've heard much about it in the Nueva York Times. Business moguls are just as excited about it as I am.” Your father's eyes twinkled in excitement as he imagined the size of the funding he would receive and the amount of votes the results of the collaboration would bring him in the next election as he snacked on a pig in the blanket.

“I’ve been well, Joseph. The agreement to partner has been a bit tough because we've been trying to convince the funders to work with us, but I’m sure we're about to reach a breakthrough.” Miguel responded, proud, as a smile appeared on his face. His hand shifted to your thigh under the table, alerting you as you took a quick look around before shoving it off of you. You were still bothered; he could tell by the way you struggled not to furrow your brows and the quick way your heart beat at his gesture, which reverberated in his ears as you gracefully downed a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“If you ever need some extra help, you know who to call. I can convince those hotshots to remove the sticks up their asses and agree.” “Joseph!” Mary whispered with a hiss, patting his arm as the man chuckled. “No one heard me, Darling. I whispered.” Your father said it with a wink, placed his hand over his wife's, and squeezed it. Her shoulders slouched, pleased even if she didn't verbally express it, at her husband's gesture, and she looked at their intertwined selves, then went back to her drink.

Joseph winked at the both of you once more and separated his hold from hers for the appetisers.

Your heart squeezed with want as you watched them. It was a moment of love, but also a reminder that you couldn't have that anymore. You looked away with a smile, not wanting to endure the feelings of sadness that weighted your heart.

“Hello, Mary. Hello, Joseph”. You heard in the background but were unable to focus on the two new voices in the background as you focused on calming yourself down.

“Cariño, I-” Miguel whispered in your ear, catching onto your feelings, but a sharp noise broke the moment.

“[Name]! Look at you! You're getting more and more gorgeous by the day! My gosh, you're glowing!” Elle, your sister-in-law, beamed and hugged you from your seat. You stood up quickly to hug her and beamed when you saw your brother walking up to the table.

“Aww, you're so adorable! Gosh, we haven't seen you in a bit.” “We apologise for that, by the way.” Micah shook your hand and led Elle to their seats. He smiled at the stink eye your mother threw at the both of them and rolled his eyes once he looked away from her.

“We apologise for arriving so late. Some business had to be taken care of just at the moment I was to leave the office.” Micah said with an apologetic look on his face. “We wish that we could have arrived on your anniversary as well, [Name] and Miguel. Work, once again, occupied us. Happy belated fourth anniversary to the both of you.” Elle congratulated him with a smile and thanked the waiter when he brought their wine.

You internally giggled at her personality change. Elle was always so casual around you but had to become formal when the fact that she's in public sets in. It wouldn't be good for a model to appear improper.

“How are you, Miguel?” Elle was greeted as Micah nodded. “We haven't seen each other in a while, man.”

“I’m doing well, thank you. I’m just taking care of the missus.” Miguel responded to Micah’s approval and your resistance to roll your eyes. “It’s been four years. I still can't believe that [Name] managed to tie someone down. She's so difficult.” Micah chuckled as you glared at him. “Speak for yourself. I still can't believe Elle wanted you. She could have done so much better.” You giggled and dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“Don’t you remember when you..." Micah began, but Mary interrupted him. "Children, there is no need to complain about one another. To be quite honest, I didn't expect either of you to get married so soon. I thought that you'd both get married after building up your characters.” Your mother giggled, much to both of your dismay.

“Mum? You're cracking a joke? Are you sure you're alright?” Micah questioned, raising a brow that quickly came down when you kicked him underneath the table. “What was that for?” “What are you talking about?” You evaded his glare with a smile.

“I’m just glad to finally see my children and their spouses in the same spot.” Your mother had a gentle smile as she looked at the both of you as your partners looked elsewhere for a moment. She didn't approve of Elle either.

In her view, her children were supposed to marry someone of their status. Someone who is highly regarded. Not anything but that.

However, she regarded your brother in a higher manner when it came down to who he chose to marry.

Elle was a ‘blantant gold digger’ in her words, ‘a model who just wanted someone to raise her higher in the industry’. Micah was a highly praised film director and writer. Who better to expose her to the world of the rich and famous than him?

“Before we continue, Micah and I have an announcement to make.” Elle announced and stood up along with her husband. Your heart dropped as the next sentence echoed in your brain.

“We're pregnant!” They both grinned and hugged one another while grins appeared on your parents' faces. “Congratulations!” Mary cheered and eagerly stood up to hug the couple. “Congratulations. My boy, you've done it again!” Joseph grinned, to which Micah flustered.

“Congratulations!” You finally joined in, grinning as you hugged them both, a bit too tightly. You wanted the moment to feel real. You weren't upset. You couldn't be. You shouldn't be.

“That's a bit tight.” Elle said, causing you to break it. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm already excited to see your little one or ones.” You grinned. “Congratulations, you two. We can't wait to see the little one.” Miguel smiled next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You could feel the sharp looks from your parents, Micah and Miguel. Elle paused to look at you, and her brows furrowed in worry. "I hope this wasn't inappropriate." She whispered in your ear, looking at Miguel for a moment, holding your hand, to which you tightened the hold. "Elle, are you excited for this new part of your life? I'm so happy for the both of you." You shook your head to hint, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "Yes, yes, I am." She responded and hugged Micah. He hugged back and smiled at you as a form of assurance and sternly looked at Miguel, to which he looked away.

“I can't wait to find out the gender of your little one. Searching for outfits will be pleasant.” Mary said once you all sat down, smiling at the couple who were in their own moment of adoration as food was brought on the table. Your heart broke as you watched Micah caress Elle’s stomach lovingly, and her hand lifted to squeeze his as they smiled at one another.

You looked at Miguel, whose eyes remained trained on yours, and softly sighed when his hand held yours in assurance, wanting the hurt to end when yours squeezed his. Clinging onto his attention, you hoped that it would rub off the pain you felt, but guilt and shame crawled onto you. You drew your hand from his and onto your fork.

“I just know they'll be spoiled rotten.” Ella giggled as Micah let out a chuckle. “Definately. We'll have to watch out for that.” “I can't wait to meet my first grandchild.” Your mother’s gaze fell on you for a moment, emitting her disappointment in you before having it on the couple as she grinned more.

Much was discussed around the table. The women's attention remained trained mainly on the little one and topics that interested them, as the men were cooped up in their own little world. Soon, it was near the hour of your departure.

“[Name]. Let's chat for a moment in private.” Your mother said once Micah and Elle left to arrange their hotel room. The frown on her features became more evident the more you both drew away from the public eye. You both stepped into an empty break room. Once the click of a lock was heard, you sighed.

“Do you even realise just how disappointed I am in you, [Name]?” Your mother started. “Micah has a child before you. He hasn't even crossed two years with that girl, and he's made so much progress compared to you. You should be ashamed, [Name].” Anger flared in you as the words sunk in. You had already been through so much in such little time. Why did life’s cards decide to add more to your plate?

“Why does it bother you so damn much? I’ll have children when I want to. What part of that don't you understand?” You responded, glaring at the older woman. “You’ve always regarded Micah highly in comparison to me when it comes to marriage.” You rolled your eyes at her glare.

“[Name], Micah’s a man. Whether or not he has children early, he's alright. If he were to even leave Elle, he'd find someone new. He’d be able to have children, regardless. Men get better with age, unfortunately, unlike us. Your clock is ticking, [Name]. You need to progress into the next step of your life before it's too late.” Mary shook her head and sighed at what she believed was your foolishness.

You drifted into lassitude, it clinging to you like glue, with the realisation that she would never be satisfied with you until you did what pleased her. “I can just imagine how the public will react to this. You've set yourself up for failure.”

“I need to go.” You said, looking at the keys in her hand. “[Name]. Why can't you just listen to me? Did I raise such an impudent child? I’m just looking out for you, [Name]. I don't want you to experience regret. It'll never stop. I’m guiding you towards the right path.”

“Open the door.” You said once more, refraining yourself. “Why do you act so childish? I’m trying to help you.” Mary insisted, only further pushing your buttons. “Open the door.” You repeated it and headed towards it. You hand motioned at it. “You’re going to regret it if you continue with what you're doing.” Mary said, placed the key inside the keyhole, and turned it. “Maybe I will; maybe I won't. I respect you so much, Mum. Let's end this.” You said, then opened the door. “This will only end if you do what is right.” Was all you heard her softly say. You left.

“They offered only sixteen million dollars to help fund the project?” Your father questioned Miguel as he puffed the cigar on his lips and blew it out. The smoke waved in the air, and Miguel glanced at it for a moment as he drank his glass of beer. “Yes, they did. They didn't believe in the project’s potential until recently, when testing made a lot of progress.” Miguel responded, then drank the rest of his drink.

“Your drinking tolerance must be high. You've drank four beers since you arrived, and you're still standing straight. You'd do amazing in the drinking competitions that go on in the basement on Saturdays. Don't tell Mary; she wouldn't be pleased to know about them.” Joseph winked, to which Miguel chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Miguel, why won't you have children?” Your father broke the silence and looked at him, somewhat disappointed. “I’m a man as well, Miguel. It's not hard to conclude the possibilities.” The cigar was nearing its last draw.

“My career. I don't think it would let me enjoy the simple pleasures of family life. I do my research late into the night. [Name] does so much to accommodate that. I don't think it would be right of me to bring children into that.” Miguel confessed with a sad gaze as he thought back to your heartbroken expression when you found out about his involvement with Dana.

It hunted him throughout the missions he did that night, rage and shame filling his form, and anyone around him sensed it. Many in the Spider-HQ avoided him in the brief night he was there. Jessica and Peter avoided him as well, aside from brief interactions. They knew he'd pour out his feelings to them eventually.

“As much as using work as an excuse gratifies you, it's a poor choice, Miguel. You'll regret it if you decide to let it linger.” Your father looked at him from the side of his eye and rubbed his moustache.

“My work was easier in my younger days, but I found it just as challenging as I find it now. I was just an assistant to the previous politician at the time, too. You understand what I’m hinting at when I say that, right?” Miguel nodded, to which the older man smiled.

“I had my children either way. It was a struggle to tackle the task of raising them and working. I had days where I thought I didn't do enough for them and that I found my work to be more important. Mary had her own career to focus on. She would work late into the night. I’m assuming that [Name] does the same thing since she chose to be a designer just like her mother. Do I need to be corrected?” “No, you don't. You're right.”

“We still did the best we could, regardless. We could have done some things better, yes. But we can't go back in time to correct ourselves. We can only give advice to those who seem to be going astray.” Joseph hinted, looking at Miguel, who looked back at him.

Joseph knew; he could tell by the way he looked at him, disappointed and angry, but chose to contain himself.

“I only hope you won't regret your decision, Miguel. Just know that I will be alongside my daughter when she decides to tell us.” Your father took in one last puff and let it out. Miguel and Joseph gazed at the smoke one last time until it disappeared into the clear, blue sky over the beautiful atmosphere.

Joseph's cigar remained in its ashtray, the soft red of it fading with each passing moment. Both men took in the peacefulness of the atmosphere with sombre spirits.

Moments after you freshened up, you headed to your husband. “We should head out in a bit.” You said, then placed your head on his shoulder and laid your hand on his chest. He noticed how drained you felt. He sensed the irregularity in your hormones. You felt his arms wrap around you, and you wrapped yours around his. You made your decision at that moment.

“Cariño, I am so sorry. I'll be better. I'll never hurt you again.” He whispered in your ear, his soft tone and the warmness of his breath in your ear making you melt in his arms as you tightened your hold on him.

“We will see each other once more.” Mary stated, across both of you with her husband. She hugged you, then Miguel. Her hands held the sides of both your shoulders and shook them. “Drive safe, alright?” Joseph said, then hugged you and shook Miguel's hand. “Yes, sir. We'll be alright.” Miguel responded and shook the keys with a grin.

“We hope to hear some good news soon.” Your mother commented, smiling as she directly looked at you. “We will soon, won't we, Miguel?” Joseph said, looking at Miguel with a grin. “Hopefully.” Miguel responded and straightened himself. You could tell that something happened between them. “Don’t worry, you will soon.” You responded with a smile and left hand in hand with your beloved.

The strawberry air freshener, coffee, Miguel's spicy cologne, and your sweet perfume lingered in the air of your home when you both stepped in. The cosiness hugged your form, and you took it all in, craving the warmth you desperately needed in the last two days.

“Miel, it feels good to be back, doesn't it?” Miguel placed your luggage on the side and hugged your waist, savouring the comfort of the air before him. You squeezed into his warmth, cherishing it as a longing emotion overcame you. You turned to face him, and before anything could pour from his plump lips, you locked them with your own.

He lifted you, soft lips still entangled, his stamina much greater than your own, to the wall, willing to do all the work as you squirmed in eagerness across him. “Let me help you.” You said, in between gasps, need flaring all over your body as he kissed your neck, nearing your collarbone as kisses and tiny licks trailed towards it.

You could feel the slight sting of a canine; the sensation became foreign as it had been a long time since you embraced in hazy lust. Your body missed it—the curl of your back as you felt it draw a messy line down your collarbone.

“Mikey, please-” You drew out a sharp breath, your eyes hinting towards the stairs that led up to your bedroom, then shut tight when he pressed his hips closer to your own, evidently just as excited as you were. He lifted you in a hug, and your legs immediately clung on to his waist as he tightly held on to you, almost as though you'd disappear right there and then.

“Mi Vida, I promise I will never hurt you again. Te quiero tanto. Te quiero, te necesito tanto, Mi Vida, Mi Todo. Por favor, por favor, déjame tenerte.”

[“I love you so much. I love you, I need you so much, My Life, My All. Please, please let me have you.”]

“You can have me, Mikey. Please.” You dragged on, clinging more to him as want consumed your forms.

The sensual fog filled the house as carnal desire mixed between your bodies late into the night. You finalised your decision as sweat stuck to your body, your gaze on Miguel as he slept soundly. You hadn't seen him like this in such a long time. Your fingers moved to separate a stray lock that stuck to his cheekbone. Pain struck your heart when you thought about how Dana must have seen him this intimately. You wouldn't blame her if she did the same thing you had just done. You just hated that she got to.

The never-ending bustle of Nueva York in the distance was all you drifted off to sleep once more with. You had a fleeting thought of what went on in his mind when he watched you drift off to sleep first. You knew he must have loved it; he must have gazed at you with the same adoration during your first moments together. You missed it all.

“I want a divorce, Miguel.” You calmly let out, scrambled eggs on your plate and his as you ate breakfast with one another, spirits low. He sighed, an indication that he expected this, then looked at you, searching for a sign that you would consider any plea that fell from his lips. He didn't find any. “I’m sorry, Mi Amor.” He apologised, then drank coffee. The cup was placed on the counter a bit loudly for comfort. He looked towards you in apology. You nodded, then turned to eat.

“I know.” You responded, looking out the window at the eggs that softly lay on the nest on top of the tree next to the household, wondering if, by leaving him, you'd unlock the path towards that. The mother bird’s eyes lingered on her eggs for a moment. Maybe it was in adoration.

You let out a hum, making Miguel shift his low eyes towards your own in questioning, and you shook your head, then turned back to your plate.

I’m done!!! Yessssss!!! I don't know whether to continue with this or not. If I do, it'll take a bit to get chapters. This took a bit out of my lifespan but I’m so happy that I wrote this! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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manicrouge · 4 months

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John Price and your hobbies

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 823

I can imagine that Price is one of those people who just embrace everything that you love- why? Because he loves you of course! He loves to see you happy and he knows well that embracing your interests is the easiest way to your heart; all you have ever wanted is someone who likes what you do and he makes it his mission to fulfil that desire.

You're trying out a new recipe while baking sweets? Best believe he will be there helping you taste test every single flavour you make, and when you ask for his honesty, he will give you it. But he will say so softly, he won't try and ruin what you've made, not at all!

Think that needs a little more sugar, love.

Or, when you take up the hobby of writing, he will sit there in the living room, reading quietly while you're curled next to him with your head resting on his lap with your laptop open on the draft you printed just for him to read. And he will read it; he knows how much work you've been putting into what you're writing and he has a genuine admiration for anything you put your mind to. He thinks you're one of the smartest people he has ever met!

I don't know if it's good enough.

Seems pretty fuckin' good to me, sweetheart. My pretty talented girl, eh?

And when he's out on missions, he keeps drafts of what you've written on him for whenever he gets a moment of rest. Being unable to have contact with you for a while is brutal, though, he knows you're always with him in the words you have poured your heart into. You live through your art and your art lives through the articulation of you.

Not to mention when you decide to open a small business, nothing big, to sell art prints and stickers of your drawings... oh my goodness, this man cannot get enough of your creativity. To see you making art so freely and producing it for him to keep is a blessing. You make a new sticker? He'd buy you out of stock just to see you smile (also for his equipment back at the base... he's comfortable enough to rock your dainty flower stickers on the hilt of his knifes).

The fuck is that, Cap'n?

My girl made it, you want one for your throwin' knife?

And when you take up gaming with some of your friends, he'll sit on the sofa, sometimes having you sitting on his lap as you sit with a headset on your head, looking at the TV. It's some shooting game they persuaded you to try, and he sits with an amused look on his face, watching you kill the enemy, the occasional scoff or squeal of frustration escaping you when you get shot.

And when it comes to gun customisation on the game?

He has got you covered!!

Wouldn't it just be better if you could put a suppressor on a shotgun though... like, imagine how effective that would be.

You're overly passionate about this, love.

Yeah, well, you are underly passionate about this and this is something you do for work.

You will have the best gun in the game, and you'll sit with him even when your friends aren't online, listening to him giving you orders while playing- in true Captain fashion, of course. And, he even goes as far as buying an extra controller so he can play the game with you (also to beat you; the pair of you have a competitive streak and he isn't beyond using his expertise to frustrate you).

His heart especially melts when you seek interest in his hobbies and what he likes to do during his time off work. Even if you're not fond of his music, while he's away, you will walk around the house while cleaning with Led Zeppelin and Slipknot at full blast.

You been listenin' to my playlist while I've been gone?

Might've; I want more recommendations.

His eyes light up whenever he hears you humming a familiar tune whenever you're cooking or writing- doing anything, and he'll take a moment to just stand there and observe you with a smile on his face.

And you also both have an agreement with one another that, when he's away, you can with the TV shows the pair of you started together, although, you never do. If you ever want to, you'd rather watch the last episode the pair of you watch over and over again before ever thinking of committing such a crime.

It's the small things in your relationship, even living in the absence of one another that make everything so special, and the intimacy of something as little as interest is the one thing that has the pair of you falling head over heels for all each other over and over again <3

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #john price x reader #john price x you #i am blushing so hard right now and i wrote it #someone find me this man immediately #captain john price #captain price #john price #price cod

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pettydollie · 27 days

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you belong with me - m.s x reader

this is a submission for @annamcdonalds67 's writing challenge under the category 'fluff-angst' !! sorry if this was too short ( ˵>ㅿ<˵ )

summary: you've liked matt sturniolo ever since he moved into town. his girlfriend doesn't care about him like you do. you can treat him so much better.

warnings/notes: cursing, references to sex, characters are in hs, no happy ending, this is a oneshot so theres no part two unless i really feel like it wc: 1.3k

lana del rey lightly hums throughout your room, your laptop being open to your "winding down" playlist as you read your favorite book. you decide that you're finished for the night, closing it shut after placing your pink sanrio bookmark in the spine. you reach over to place the book on your nightstand before getting up.

you skip towards your window in your cute dainty pajamas and open your satin curtain. you look across the way and your long-standing crush’s window is there, open for you to see inside. matt sturniolo. he's studying and seems to be very focused. he wears a grey pair of headphones and a black hoodie that read words you weren’t able to see from the distance even if you squinted.

you smile softly and watch him for a few seconds before he looks up, his eyes catching yours. you shriek, your content smile falling. embarrassed, you close your curtains and run back to your bed where you curl under your soft fluffy blankets. you smile sheepishly at your childish behavior. you wonder if he thinks you’re a freak for looking at him so creepily.

your lips form a frown. you don't want him to think that of you. you decide to uncover yourself and peek through your window again. however, this time, his eyes are away from his desk. he looks off into the distance with his phone pressed against his ear. he looks annoyed, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. you pout, feeling bad. although matt's been your next door neighbor over a year, you only see him in school, too scared to visit him any other time. but maybe you can go over and talk to him- oh shit he's looking

his phone is off his ear and resting in front of him on the desk. he's looking at you with a confused look. you smile, pointing a finger up, showing him that you need a second. he nods, and you grab a piece of paper and a pink marker. you scribble the words “hii!! you okay?” neatly onto the page before holding it up.

matt looks down for a moment after reading your paper to write his response with an exhausted sigh.

“tired of drama”, it read. you shrug in response awkwardly with an apologetic smile, writing down "sorry :(" onto the paper. he writes something in his notebook, but hesitates before ripping the page out and throwing it behind him.

he then writes on a separate piece, which he reveals to say, "can i get your number? im wasting paper here lol" he gives you a small smile, how can you say no?? you bite your glossy lip gently before scribbling onto the paper, "bella won't mind?"

isabella holbrook is matt's girlfriend. eugh, you hate the thought of her. you have no idea why someone so perfect like him is with a jerk like her. you have a simple guess, though. perfect hair, perfect body, perfect social status-- who wouldn't wanna date her? you understand perfectly, even though you're just making assumptions... maybe she could be a kind person behind closed walls?

no. absolutely not, you almost laugh at the thought of bella being nice.

matt chuckles dryly after reading your words. he quickly writes down two sentences. "nah she'd be pissedddd, my bad. see you tomorrow :)" he closes his curtains a few seconds later. your shoulders slump and your pout becomes more evident. you shouldn't have said anything. you plop back down onto your bed shamefully.

the next day, you're sitting in class. your seat assignment is two rows behind bella, and even from that distance, you can still hear her smacking on her gum like a fucking cow eating grass. your teacher has his back turned as he faces the whiteboard, giving bella time to scribble down something on the corner of her empty notebook.

she rips out the tiny piece, crumpling it up before "accidentally" dropping it on the floor. she gasps in faux surprise, "whoops!" she mutters.

she stands up, flipping her chocolate brown hair behind her before slowly bending down to pick it up. matt's eyebrows raise at the sight of her panties. he looks away quickly and clears his throat. isabella smirks, dropping the (what you assume to be dirty) note onto his desk.

he sends her a glance before opening up the note. his eyes widen slightly, crumpling the paper back up before anyone else could see it. "now??" he mouths to his girlfriend. she grins, sticking her tongue out nastily. you can tell he's uncomfortable, anyone could. she leans over to his ear, "you can't be a virgin forever, daddy." she whispers loudly enough for some people (including you unfortunately) to hear, causing them to snicker.

your teacher turns around abruptly, raising an eyebrow. "is there something funny?" he coughs out. isabella fixes her posture as if she's an innocent little girl and shakes her head. "no sir." you roll your eyes and gag.

you don't know what really happened after that since you had to leave in the middle of class to an assembly for perfect attendance. sixth period was thankfully skipped because students who're apart of band, the cheerleading squad, and of course the football team had to practice for the pep rally.

you kneel down onto the hard gym floor, hurriedly assembling your clarinet while matt and isabella stand close to you, hand in hand. "oh god, i swear, if we have to do one more of these rehearsals with these band freaks, i'm gonna puke." she spits, folding her arms angrily.

matt happily shoves his sweaty hand into his pocket. "freaks is crazy, you're the ones doing backflips and splits, that shit's freaky." he grins, looking into her eyes. he waits for a chuckle or atleast a smile. but she scoffs, clearly offended for some reason. you giggle as quiet as possible at his joke. his head turns and he smiles a real smile when he sees someone understanding his humor.

you meet his glance with a small smile and he nods towards you. bella grabs for his hand again, starting to chatter again. you blow a strand of hair out of your face, finishing assembling your instrument. matt takes a small step towards you, bending down slowly. he kneels next to you, catching your attention.

"hey, i thought you did percussion?" he raises an eyebrow and points towards your clarinet. it takes you a moment to reply, not knowing he paid attention to what you were playing. you nod and hum. "mhm! i did, but they needed another clarinet so i offered to learn. it's easier anyways.!"

you're such a bubbly person which makes matt's heart flutter in a way it shouldn't. you continue to explain why you like clarinet more, but he just can't listen. all he's looking at are your shimmery lips covered in lipgloss. then his gaze travels to your eyes, your pretty lashes batting at him so sweetly. he loves your hair too. it's so shiny and-

"cmon, they're starting." bella grumbles from above him, pulling him to stand up. his smile falters, but he waves to you anyhow. you wave back awkwardly, wishing she didn't drag him like a dog on a leash.

maybe it's for the best, matt thinks. he shouldn't have been staring at you so passionately when he has a girlfriend.

you watch him walk away with a frowny pout. your dainty pink nails tap on your clarinet unknowingly as you think about what could be. you could treat him one hundred times better! you wouldn't want him just for the fun of a relationship or for your status, who gives a shit about that anyways.

you want him for him. matthew sturniolo, the boy you've liked since you met him. you huff, still sitting pathetically on the rough gym floor. "you belong with me." you whisper to yourself.

tags !! <333 @leah-loves-lilies @latinasforchrizz @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader fluff #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x girly reader #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo x reader angst

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chaotic-nick · 1 year

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✨️Boyfriend Ichigo Headcanons✨️

Note: unedited/ college to working adults au

Bleach headcanon suggestions are open

Boyfriend Ichigo who doesn't make fun of the height difference the two of you have. In the first few months of your relationship you catch him staring at you as you try to reach for the item on the highest shelf.

"Usually I get a step stool from the people . . ."

Boyfriend Ichigo who feels stupid after that and just grabs it in silence. Ever since then he's been doing it quitly.

Boyfriend Ichigo who throws Renji a glare when he laughs at your height difference.

Boyfriend Ichigo who uses you as an armrest as you order in front of the machine, eyes narrowed.

Boyfriend Ichigo who sits with his back against yours when you work on your schoolwork together. A shared playlist playing from one of your laptops.

Boyfriend Ichigo whose hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze before going back to work.

Boyfriend Ichigo who tells Isshin to actually behave when you come over for the first time.

Boyfriend Ichigo who's nervous because how you act/ talk to his sisters is his test. Depending on that it's either he breaks up with you.

Boyfriend Ichigo who's relieved when your nervous demeanour turns happy at the sight of his sisters.

"ICHI, YOU HAVE SISTERS?" "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I've always wanted sisters, mom only gave me brothers. Three of them"

Boyfriend Ichigo who sits quiet at the table allowing Karin and Yuzu ask you all the questions they have. Even if it embarrasses him.

Boyfriend Ichigo who wears a gummy smile when he walks you home as you tell him, "Next you should bring them here. Meet my brothers. It'll be cute."

Boyfriend Ichigo who tells you that one day he'll get you presents that you deserve when he gives you a plastic bag of sweets from the convenience store across your university.

Boyfriend Ichigo always being teased by Keigo and the others when he tells them that he's got a girlfriend studying in another university. At first he's angry, irritated even. Overtime he gets used to it.

Boyfriend Ichigo who takes you to his university's event week, holding your hand. He feels all so cool having everyone look at you and then at him. He loves the wide eyes stared they have on you two.

Boyfriend Ichigo who realises that you never have a picture together on his Instagram feed. One that was full of sports tournaments [he's an athlete in my non-soul reaper au] restaurant dinners with Renji and Ikkaku.

Boyfriend Ichigo who watches the likes on your first photo on his Instagram together. It's your hand wrapped around his, walking across the corridors of his university with the caption, 'showing her my world'.

Boyfriend Ichigo who stands embarrassed as you tale pictures of him in his interview outfit, eyes casted down on the ground and a red hue colouring his cheeks.

Boyfriend Ichigo who got his first job and suddenly he's excited with the amount of money in his hold.

"Don't," you tell him, hand hovering above his that held the cash he wanted to give you. "Treat your sisters first. Then your dad."

"But . . ."

"And then your mom to a beautiful bouquet."

Boyfriend Ichigo who falls in love with you more in that moment.

Boyfriend Ichigo who slowly saves from every paycheck to buy you a ring you deserve. One that wasn't for marriage. But to celebrate the growth the two of you went through, the milestones you two achieved.

Boyfriend Ichigo who went from waiting for you at your university's gates to waiting at the ground floor of where you work, work bag slung over his shoulders and sleeves rolled up.

Bonus:

Boyfriend Ichigo and you winning an oversized plush at an arcade and calling it your child.

Boyfriend Ichigo who thinks it's a 'y/n thing' to do. Dressing it up, sparying your perfume on it, etc. And suddenly he's punching Renji to shut up as he puts an old hoodie over it.

#nick headcanons #ichigo kurosaki x y/n #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki headcanons #bleach fanfiction #bleach headcanons

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: sexual content but no overt smut. about a wedding. crack and selfshippy. similar to a prior fic, this is written in third person with A - Izuku's partner, B - Bakugou's partner, C - Shoto's partner.

"Who stopped the music?" B asks, wincing as the makeup artist applies the last bit of powder on her face and it threatens to get into her eyes. A turns to glance at her, then at the laptop in the corner, having forgotten music was even on, she was focusing so intently at the job being done on the bride.

"Oh shit, C, can you get that?"

C moves away from arranging flower bouquets for the bridesmaids to the laptop.

"Uh... I Write Sins Not Tragedies is next on this playlist somehow?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Sounds like a bad choice given the circumstances..."

"Who the f..." A's voice trails off, then she grins, a twinkle in her eye.

"Do Pony."

"Don't!" B insists, almost moving out of her chair which has A giggling while the makeup artist frowns and retraces her eyeliner.

"Wait, I don't get it..." Mina says while B's cousin tilts her head, trying to understand.

"I promise you, it's a good thing you're unaware." A jokes, while B makes a sound of frustration. C goes back to flower arranging while the girls settle on the next song and the music resumes.

Finishing touches are completed on the bride-to-be's makeup and when she turns, the four bridesmaids all clap and congratulate the artist, who's about sick of all of their antics but still very proud of their work.

"You did an amazing job!" A insists, while B gives them a hug and promises only good reviews.

"I'll definitely call you if I get married!" C says as she waves her off.

"If?" A says raising an eyebrow and C blushes, then looks away.

"I'm the only one getting married today though, so let's focus on me," B reminds everyone and the girls all agree. Mina pops open another bottle of champagne and gives everyone a generous helping while the girls keep chatting and complimenting B's look.

She looks incredible in a cream tulle wedding dress with a lace bodice and short sleeves, and her bridesmaids are gathered around the suite in matching shades of emerald green. A takes a few pictures between sips of her champagne while C makes sure to pass around the customized flower bouquets. B's cousin adjusts the bottom of her dress, and the girls engage in mindless chatter to make sure B's nerves are calm.

After all this is her wedding day, and when you're marrying Japan's self-proclaimed Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, there is a little bit of excitement to expect.

---

At the other end of a hall, there are three handsome groomsmen and one very, very agitated (also handsome) groom packed in a room, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Katsuki is pacing back and forth, hands shoved in the pockets of an insanely expensive suit and Kirishima has been trying to talk him into calm for the past five minutes, while Izuku just watches him stomp from one end of the room to the other and Shoto cracks open yet another beer. It's his fourth can and still his face is too neutral for Izuku to figure out whether or not he's drunk.

"Chill out man, you literally just have to show up, everything is fine and going smoothly!" Kirishima encourages him, trying to place a hand on his shoulder which has Katsuki tense up and turn.

But he doesn't yell.

Instead he takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples, before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.

"Are those your vows?" Izuku asks, curiously.

Katsuki resists the urge to tell him to shut up.

"No, this is a list of rules before any of you act a fool at my wedding."

Shoto tilts his head and Izuku is again, wondering if the man is drunk.

"Rules?" Kirishima asks.

"Yes."

Katsuki opens up the sheet of paper, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly.

"First rule, no messy behavior at my wedding." Katsuki takes a look at Shoto who has just gulped down the can he just opened, and is still wiping off his face with the back of his hand. "If I see you fall down anywhere, I'm whooping your ass in public."

Shoto blinks.

"Okay."

Kirishima and Izuku exchange a glance. Katsuki clears his throat.

"No fucking at my wedding. The only one who will be getting anything tonight is me." He pauses, then looks directly at Izuku. "That means you specifically."

"Bro, what?" Izuku asks, genuinely offended.

"Don't bro me. You know who you are."

Kirishima stifles a laugh as Shoto puts away his beer can and eyes another. Izuku murmurs something under his breath but Katsuki continues.

"When you see B, look the other way completely. I want you at opposite ends of the venue at all times."

Izuku gives him an exasperated look.

"We're literally entering together."

Kirishima laughs while Katsuki clenches his fist.

"Well after. You separate and you don't reconvene. I don't need any other hard dicks at my wedding."

"Are you implying you're gonna be hard?" Kirishima asks and Bakugou gives him a scowl.

"Never mind." Kirishima says. Shoto opens a bag of chips and Izuku gives him a look, wondering where in the world the bag came from, then goes back to protesting his slander.

"I just don't understand why you guys won't get over this notion that I can't keep it in my pants! It was one time!" he whines.

"You held up the bathroom in Denki's apartment for two hours." Shoto says through a mouthful of chips. "That's gonna give you a reputation."

Izuku opens his mouth then closes it but there's nothing to defend.

"No proposals during my wedding or I'll break your neck." Katsuki says next.

The four of them can agree on that.

"No kissing either," Bakugou says, looking directly at Shoto.

"I think that's a bit unreasonable-" he starts, but Mitsuki suddenly shows up at the entrance.

"What's unreasonable?" she says. Izuku freezes, unsure how much Katsuki's mom has heard, while Mitsuki, ever fashionable and dressed in the most gorgeous flowing pink dress makes her way to her son and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"You look amazing, honey!" She gives him a few more kisses which has Bakugou turn several shades of red before shooing her off.

"No kissing, huh?" Shoto says, the crunch as he bites into yet another chip especially loud.

---

"Fuck, I almost spilled," A gasps as she shakily catches her champagne glass. There's splatter on the ground, but nothing's touched her emerald dress. "Thank God these dresses are dark anyway."

"Careful!" C says without looking up from her phone. She's clearly texting Shoto, smiling all the while while Mina rushes to grab paper towels and hand them to A.

"I better get through this ceremony without messing up this dress." A grumbles.

B, still in her seat, kicks her feet in anticipation of the ceremony starting in just a few minutes, then the thought hits her.

"Oh, by the way, A, if you do end up doing what you and Izuku do, just make sure you swallow."

There is a record scratch in the air.

"... what?" A stammers.

Mina stifles a knowing laugh while B's cousin looks around the room with intense confusion.

"I mean it's a time to celebrate love and you're gonna look good and he's gonna look good so I'm just trying to be helpful!"

She speaks as normally as she's suggesting to put on sunscreen before sunbathing, and A's face is growing warm from her neck to her face.

"Why would I-... at your wedding... why me..." she trails off.

"Listen, it's not like it's the first or the last time," B says, her smile steady.

"IT WAS ONE TIME!"

"It was definitely not one time." C mumbles and Mina gives her a glance then drinks down the rest of her champagne.

"It was-" A starts but then she's mentally recounting all of the times she may have been caught with Izuku in a compromising position.

Momo's pool party, cockwarming him at the deep end. Supply closets. Bar bathrooms. Hero gala bathrooms. Denki's bathroom.

She opens her mouth and closes it. C giggles then comes over to pat her on the back.

"I believe in you. You can keep it in your pants."

Before A can answer, the wedding coordinator knocks.

"It's showtime!"

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C and Shoto are the ones suspiciously missing from photos, after all.

“If those two don’t appear in the next ten seconds,” Katsuki is muttering murderously under his breath. B smiles and holds onto his arm tighter and the kiss pacifies him, just a little bit. The wedding photographer continues to coordinate the group for the photo, walking up to A and Izuku to shift their positioning.

“You guys are too close,” he says. Izuku takes one step back but shifts very slightly to the side. The photographer gives him a strange look but then steps back and says nothing.

“Izuku…” A whispers under her breath.

“Yes,” he whispers back.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“You’ve been rubbing your ass against me for the past minute, what do you think?”

A shakes her head. “Katsuki’s gonna kill you.”

“I think he’s gonna get Shoto first.”

“... Fair.”

“Shut the fuck up back there!” Katsuki quips at them both, practically vibrating and B gives him a loving look.

The wedding photographer shakes his head at the whole group.

“Smile!”

#izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha imagine #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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You Did What?!

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Flo comes home with a little surprise

Fluff | No Warnings | 1.2K |

AC: If you watched the new interview, I hope you heard my tears of joy!

With A Good Person just released and your girlfriend on a press tour from London to the States, it was hard not to miss her! Of course, if you had the time off work, you would've traveled with her without a second thought. The two of you have been spending plenty of time in the newly built home in London while Florence took a short break from filming and press, luckily for you your job allowed you to work from home via conference calls etc.

Florence texted and called you every day, even if she only had a quick 2 minutes to say hi and that she misses you. You loved how no matter where she was, you both were able to make things work.

When Florence texted you in capitals out of pure excitement, the biggest smile tugged at your lips as you read "I'M DOING THE PUPPY INTERVIEW!!!" It's been on her bucket list for a while now. Just to be surrounded by puppies, who wouldn't want that?! Almost instantly you called her to ask all the questions of when and where.

"I'm doing it tomorrow! I wasn't going to tell you and just wait for you to see it but I got too excited" she chuckled over the phone. Your smile only grew bigger by the sound of her voice and the happiness you could hear. "There's no way you could've kept this from me for too long" you replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Just be prepared for all the behind-the-scenes selfies" Flo commented.

"Oh, I'll be waiting! I better get more photos of puppies though" you joked. Florence playfully huffed, "Are you saying I'm not as cute as the puppies?!" she asked. "That's exactly what I'm saying, sorry babe" you chuckled as you pictured what her facial expression would look like right now.

"I get it, I mean, if you were in a room full of puppies, I'd go for the puppies too" Florence joked pack in a put-on hurt tone. The two of you were well known for always laughing and making fun of one another.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're standing there with your free hand on your hip right now totally not offended that I think puppies are cuter than you"

There was a moment of silence before Florence chuckled once more, "Are you spying on me baby? Have you got eyes one me?" she asked.

"Always, I'm everywhere" you playfully shook your head, "I have a conference call in 5 minutes baby but I hope you have a wonderful time tomorrow, I can't wait to see the puppies!" you added when your eyes caught the time.

"Don't let me keep you love, say hi to Billie for me! I miss you both"

"I think Billie is going to have second thoughts about you after I show her the photos you'll send"

"Don't you dare! Billie, baby, don't listen to her! mommy loves you!" You'll never get over the sound of joy that comes from her giggle. "I love you hon but I really have to go, I'll text you after" you pouted as your eyes stayed glued to the time on your laptop.

"Alright darling, have a lovely meeting! I miss you"

"I miss you too love, stay safe!"

You both kept the phone to your ears until the beeping died out and silence filled the room. Billie looked up at you as she lay by your feet, a sigh came from you as you looked down at her. "Only a few more days, Billie!" You smiled softly.

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Those few more days felt like forever as you and Billie waited patiently for Florence to walk through the door. As normal, Flo messaged you when she landed and that she'd only be a few more hours until she was home, and you could finally tackle her to the floor (with Billie's help) and attack her with a giant hug. During those hours, you decided to cook her favorite dinner and pop open a bottle of her favorite wine before setting the table.

A playlist that Florence made on your phone played softly in the background, your excitement building by the minute as the clock ticked on, just waiting for the sound of a car pulling up and Billie racing to the front door. Even though the house was filled with the delicious smell of dinner, that never stopped Billie from getting distracted by the sound of Flo at the door. Her bark alerted you that somebody was at the home, and you couldn't help but smile as you quickly poured two glasses of wine and sat them on the dinner table.

"Darling! I know you and Billie are waiting to take me down but just give me a second to show you something first" Florence's voice came from the other side of the front door.

"I don't think you're getting out of our love that easy" you chuckled.

"No, my love, I have a surprise" Florence replied, "could you please hold Billie?" she added.

You frowned slightly as you gently got down to Billie's level and held her back, "Go ahead" you called just before you saw the door creep open. "Don't be mad but" Florence paused as the door creeped open even more. Slowly Florence stepped in holding a little brown puppy with a tiny white patch on its chest. "Uh, baby" you gasp, "I don't think you were meant to steal a puppy!" you added as Flo slowly walked over to you and Billie, both dogs tails wagging wildly as Florence gently placed the puppy on the floor.

"I didn't steal her, I adopted her" Florence smiled proudly as she looked up at you, "You did what?" You raised a brow in shock.

"I adopted her, I don't know how to explain it but leaving her behind felt wrong, I hope you're not mad. Look at her cute little face"

It was no lie, the puppy was adorable, you just weren't expecting Florence to bring home a puppy! Although Billie quickly showed a liking to the little pup, sniffing her and rolling onto her back to let the new family member sus her out. "You know I can't stay mad about this" you playfully glared at Florence whose smile did not fade an inch, "what's her name?" you asked.

"She doesn't have one yet, that's for you to pick" Florence watched as the unnamed puppy made her way over to your lap. Her big dark brown eyes looked up at you as you gently picked her up, "You really are just adorable aren't you" you coo'd. After a few moments of petting her and rubbing her chubby puppy belly, you looked up at Florence and smiled. "How about Layla?" you questioned. Florence chuckled, "Did you also notice the little L shape bite mark on her collar?" she asked, you nodded.

"Layla is perfect!" Florence smiled as Layla jumped off your lap and wagged her tail as Billie came closer to her, "What do you think Billie? You have to be a good big sister and make sure Layla doesn't cause too much trouble" Flo added as she petted Billie gently. "You're picking up after thou, I'm still mad you brought home a dog" you playfully winked at your girlfriend who just shook her head at you as she reached over and kissed you softly.

"I missed you" she whispered against your lips.

"Do that again and I may forgive you" you smiled softly before she kissed you once again, this time deeper. "I'll think about it" you chuckled as you tackled her with a tight hug, "I missed you too my love" you couldn't help but kiss her once more.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Congrats on all the milestones :D!!! I’d like to request headcanons for how Azul, Jamil, and Idia would handle recovery from their overblot!

After The Storm

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) warnings: Topics/discussions could be triggering for some, this is a bit angsty but overall bittersweet. Also slight spoiler for Chp. 6 Berry: Thank you so muuuch! This was a very different request from the others so it was pretty fun thinking and writing for this. What helped me what listening to the song Just A Man from Epic The Musical (I've seen so many TWST vids on Tiktok about it so hehe)

Tbh, what should happen or be shown in-game is that all of these bois have some serious therapy. At the very least have an intimate/serious convo with people they're comfortable sharing to cuz there is a LOT of baggage

I see Azul as the type to perfect and focus more on recovering himself quickly and/or 'perfectly' if you will. Trying to show everyone that he knows the actions of his consequences and is willing to take the steps to better himself. HOWEVER. He forgets or rather avoids certain things

I see that there would be days or even weeks where Azul would avoid any mirror or reflection up until he accidentally checked on himself to fix his uniform. Brief flashbacks of both his past and memories during his rampage would come rushing in.

In all honesty, I see Azul swiftly excusing himself from the Mostro lounge just to cry or to huddle himself in the corner of his room and contemplate about it. Telling himself to get better quick or his other plans would hinder.

In the coming days, he DOES get better, became more generous, more kinder and overall much more open to things that go about his day. However, there will always be a small hiccup within the day where he couldn't stand the man he saw in the mirror or how constricting his pants feel or even how his notes don't look right.

He'd probably have mountains of books, tabs on his laptop about getting self-help or psychology 101 to fix this issue. But in all honesty, Azul would probably give in and talk maybe to Jade or even Idia through bits and pieces. They might not be the best choice at the matter but he values their thoughts when he needs it the most <3

Jamil's recovery would be the hardest in my opinion. Jamil is rather complex and difficult to really dissect. He'd get back up and go to work. He's the stubborn fool that would busy himself, making it up to everyone by doing more tasks, more chores to prove that he's reliable.

Jamil would be the type to ignore the whispers and side glances at him as he walks by the halls and his dorm. It wouldn't really get to him as like what I've said before, it would drive him to work even more, avoiding to really take care and acknowledge that part of him that needs rest

The only way I could see him getting some semblance of peace is at night. Late at night where everyone is fast asleep, tucked a way in his room either in his dorm outfit or in his sleepwear. He'd close his eyes as he listens to his playlist and let music calm the million thoughts running though his mind everyday.

Jamil keeps his recovery to himself, behind closed doors. He doesn't want anyone ESPECIALLY Kalim to worry about him. He wants to resolve this thing through his own terms because then at least, he's in control of this one thing. Everything and everyone gives him order or they control him.

He doesn't mean to push people away because of this. He just wanted freedom. He wanted something that's entirely HIM. Maybe later on after the events of chp 5 and 6, he'd warm up to the idea of talking about his true feelings to Kalim and eventually to other people.

It's becoming a pattern with all of the other people who overblotted that they most often than not, just brush things off like they didn't just traumatized half of the school. Idia probably being the most infuriating one cuz he's the most stubborn ones out of the bunch.

Idia would handle his recovery by also busying himself similar to Jamil. The only difference is that I'd see him just playing games as a distraction to avoid thinking about it and understanding the weight of what he just went through. He shuts himself down already so in a way to cope with that is by distracting himself with pretty graphics and intense gameplay.

Though he can't really escape it, he'd play a game and his memories would be triggered all because there'd be a fight/cutscene similar to what happened in the Isle of Lamentation. He'd freeze and lose the match all while the eyebags underneath his eyes becoming all too heavy for him.

This would probably happen in the early days after the whole thing, he'd get frustrated, get easily worked up as he tries even more distractions. I also see him late in the night, staring up at the ceiling, not really sleeping but not really awake to do anything either.

One way I could see this ending a good note is that he'd ask Ortho for ideas on how to combat this within himself as well as to heal his bond with his brother. Since they have their shared love for games and tech, I'd want to see the both of them create a small therapy simulation AI. In a way they could still treat it as any other game and at the same time, the two of them get the help they need and deserve.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst edit #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst azul #twst jamil viper #twst idia #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #idia shroud #twst x reader #twst scenarios

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ironstrange1991 · 1 year

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Make You Feel Good

Fluffy/Comfort

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: Defender arrives too tired from a mission and you decide to give him some well deserved care.

Word Count: 1,4k

Warnings: None, just fluffy

You were distracted in your apartment typing quickly on your laptop. You weren’t used to bring work home, but that weekend you couldn't help it. You had showered, you were dressed in one of your cozy pajamas, the TV was on playing your favorite Spotify playlist. It was Saturday and you had already resigned yourself to not seeing Stephen because he had informed you the day before that he had to leave on a mission and probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. You couldn't help but miss him throughout the day, but unfortunately you were getting used to his absences. Still, you worried about him. It was not uncommon for him to return from these missions injured.

You sighed looking at your laptop screen seeing all the work you had already done and all that was left to do and you couldn’t help but feel a bit down. Definitely it wasn’t how you wanted to spend the weekend.

It was after 8pm when a portal opened in the middle of your living room and Stephen walked through it. Wearing his red and black robes, apparently he wasn't hurt, but the expression on his face said something hadn't gone as planned.

He tried to smile, but he was clearly upset about something. He approached you and bent down placing a kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips lightly.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked.

He sighed sitting next to you on the couch and wrapping his arm around your shoulders “Not really.”

You dropped your laptop on the coffee table and turned to face him “What happened? Is everything okay? Is Wong okay?”

He nodded forcing a smile and caressing your face “Everyone is fine. I think I'm just tired. Very tired. I haven't slept very well these last few days.”

You noticed that his hand was shaking more than usual and you cupped his hand pulling it to your lips giving light kisses to his palm.

“Or weeks” You stated “Or do you really think I don't notice you tossing and turning in bed and getting up in the middle of the night?”

He nodded with a sigh “These last few weeks have been difficult.”

“I Know” You were usually the one who came home from work tired and stressed and Stephen always took care of you, but seeing him like that, you couldn't help but worry about him

You sighed wrapping your arms around his body and resting your head on his chest. He let out a heavily exhale wrapping his arm around you and resting his chin on your head. At the end of the day there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to cuddle with you.

You were silent for a minute.

“Do you want to talk about the mission? Or about anything? You know you can talk to me. About anything. I'm here to listen.”

He kissed your forehead again. You loved it when he does that. It was so pure and caring and at the same time it showed how protective he felt towards you “Not really. I think all I need is you, which is why I came straight here instead of going back to the Sanctum. In fact, just having you in my arms makes me feel better.”

You nodded lifting your head to look at him and held his face in one of your hands.

“There's so much weight on your shoulders, Stephen. I worry about you.”

He sighed “I know and you always take such good care of me. You have no idea how you've helped me carry all this weight.”

You kissed his lips lightly and smiled pleased with yourself at the brilliant idea you had “I have an idea.”

He raised an eyebrow and cast a suspicious look at your sudden excitement.

“Trust me, you'll like it.”

He smiled but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

You stood up extending your hand to him “Come with me. I promise I will make you feel better. More than that. I will make you feel really good.”

He nodded taking your hand and followed you upstairs to your room.

Once you entered the room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissing you, but before he got too excited, you stepped away, grabbed a clean towel and handed it to his hands “Take a hot shower. I'll be waiting for you in bed.”

He nodded, kissing your lips quickly and you smiled excitedly when you heard the shower and the water running.

You positioned the pillows so that he could lie down comfortably. You dimmed the light a little and lit one of your scented candles, leaving the room with a pleasant atmosphere.

He came out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist and his wet hair hanging loose to his shoulder and with a quick flick of his fingers his hair was completely dry.

You climbed on the bed and patted the pillow beckoning him to bed “Come here.”

He sat on the bed throwing his legs over the mattress and you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him intensely. He sighed on your lips, but you pulled away

“Lie on your stomach” You asked and he gave you a confused gaze.

“Trust me. You will like it.”

He lied down pulling the pillows and running his arms under them and resting his head on them.

You ran your fingers through his hair putting it to the side and baring the back of his neck running your fingers lightly there, scratching slowly. He sighed contentedly, his skin prickling at your touch. You took the bottle of body oil on the bedside table and dripped a few drops in your hand and gently ran your hands over his neck and shoulders spreading and applying a little bit of pressure feeling the muscles totally stiff and working to relieve some tension on his shoulders.

He sighed heavily in approval.

“Is it good?”

“Yes baby, it's so good.”

His voice sounded a little huskier than usual. You smiled proudly and drip a few more drops of the oil on his back and spread it with your hand gently, your fingertips brushing his skin, scratching slowly and then you proceed to massage him using the palms of your hands to apply pressure, taking the hands from his shoulders to his lower back and feeling as all his stress melted under your hands.

“You are so good to me, y/n. I don't deserve you” He muttered.

You shushed him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist using your body weight to apply more pressure, paying close attention to his shoulder area and he groaned softly.

You hummed “That good? Think of it as my way of thanking my boyfriend for protecting my reality”

He chuckled and you sighed, glad you were able to make him feel better. You started massaging his neck, scratching the back of his neck with your nails , smiling satisfied when his skin tingles again with the touch and he sighed heavily, fully surrendering to the sensations you provided him.

You noticed how gradually his breathing became more regular, less heavy. His body completely relaxed, all tension disappearing from his body.

You sat down on the bed next to him and proceeded to run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair gently scratching his scalp in circular motions along the back of his neck and up to his temples.

He hummed “Baby this is so good. Don't stop.”

“It's ok, Stephen. I got you, I won't stop. Just relax okay? I am here to make you feel good. It's all that matters for me right now.”

You continued massaging his scalp, stroking his hair gently, running your fingers through the strands and you weren’t surprised when his breathing became more regular and a low snore escaped his lips. You sighed contentedly and continued stroking his hair for a few minutes until you were sure he was fast asleep. You pulled all of his hair out of his face and bent down to kiss his cheek and were careful not to move with the mattress too much when you got up. Stephen was a light sleeper and anything would wake him up and he needed to sleep.

You went down to the living room to get your laptop and went back to bed sitting up very slowly so as not to wake him up and continued your work where you had left off and didn't notice the hours passing, only stopping when you finally finished everything.

You closed the laptop, sighing, your eyes burning, and allowed yourself to lie down. Stephen was sleeping soundly and you covered him with the duvet before getting into bed finding a comfortable position and allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 7 months

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OC Questions Tag

Thanks for the tag @annlillyjose!!!

Will do this for Changing States because JEREMIAH BOYS RISEEE!!

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

hot, hot, hot, hot, hot (LMAO SORRY).

am I WRONG (HE'S AN ANGELLLL - okay so angelic, sleek, fashionable, warm, beautiful <3)

Who inspired your OC?

Jeremiah appeared out of nowhere & isn't inspired by anyone! I was in Maryland when I created him during a writing sprint. He wasn't supposed to be a major character but the chemistry between him and Harrison took me by surprise that I had to keep going. I'll paste the first note I have of JJ under the cut (and the scene it turned into for those wondering about my drafting process).

Give me a song to define your OC

Changing States playlist HERE but one of the most important driving songs rn is Faith by George Michael because "oh but I need some time off from that emotion time to pick my heart up off the floor oh when that love comes down without devotion well it takes a strong man baby but I'm showing you the door cuz I gotta have faith" (waiting & the concept of faith are soooo important to CS!).

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Jeremiah is the WARMEST greeter in the world. He would def go for a hug after asking (UNLESS he knew you don't like hugs--like me!).

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

YES PLEASEEEEEE my heart feels warm every time I think of him! <3 really generous, attentive but not clingy, deeply empathetic.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Gracious, gold. <3

Tagging @dallonwrites, @subtlefires & @encrucijada if u want (and an open tag!!!)

OKAY RACHEL FUN DRAFTING INSIGHTS BELOW!!

So a big part of the Moth Work drafting process occurred on my PHONE!!! As a teenager I didn't always have my computer on me lol (me in my 20s with my emotional support laptop lmao), so I wrote a lot of "scene skeletons" in the notes app. I actually envyyyy this process looking back because I RARELY think when I write now <3

But here's the very first Jeremiah note, though I did actually create him DURING the writing sprint (lol I love my brain):

At the motel Harrison becomes interested in Jeremiah. On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning. Harrison, distressed, is noticed by Jeremiah who is finished with his night shift. He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls. Harrison learns Jeremiah is a part time student at the university. He’s charming and wears a bracelet and has scribbly tattoos on his forearm. Harrison goes back to his apartment after breakfast and he fixes him a drink. Jeremiah puts on disco music and dances and Harrison is entranced by the way he moves. Harrison takes off his jacket and slings it on the back of the bar chair. You live here alone? My roommate is backpacking in Vietnam. He passes him his drink. How long have you worked at the hotel? Since I moved here. It pays the bills. Dance with me? Jeremiah asks. Harrison gets up and they move together, limber limbs. The music moves through his throat and the drink is good. He’s successfully enchanted by this boy.

The above note became three separate scenes, most of which is the penultimate scene in chapter 5 (Dead Disco).

"On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning.

The next morning when the light filters through the cheap lace curtains and the hum of the freeway harmonizes with the birds, Harrison wakes up to find Lonan gone. At first, he doesn’t panic—it’s easy to list solutions for his absence. It’s easy to check the bathroom and excuse the miniature bottle of shampoos sitting in place like pieces on a game board, the towels still folded, as Lonan being extra methodical. It’s easy to head outside to check if he’s on the porch with a box of cigarettes, and easy to excuse the empty space as a walk gone on too long. It’s easy to head to the lobby to check for a dining area only to realize there isn’t one. What isn’t easy is finding an answer for the missing car when he checks the lot ten minutes later.

early chapters MW lonan irritates me sm we should all kill him <3

2. "He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls."

Harrison continues fiddling with his zipper. He retraces the night previous, from check-in, to losing the car, to finding Lonan with the cigarettes, every word a curse, how of course he took the keys, how of course Harrison was too angry last night to notice. The sunlight scabs the ceiling of Greta, the parking space the car once idled in now empty. So many directions to turn—out of the front lot, the back, left on the main road, or right. Harrison looks back at Jeremiah who’s still fluffing his hair with the pick. “Is there a place close by where I can grab something to eat? Or at least a coffee?” he asks. Jeremiah leans back to grab another stack of those familiar coupons. He sets them down on the desk and says, “I think you know my stance on these egg rolls. I’ll take you.”

And the rest of the note (in JJ's apartment):

Disco isn’t dead. It’s all an illusion. This is what Jeremiah says when Harrison asks why he has a disco ball hanging from his popcorn ceiling. His apartment is small and decorated like it’s Paris in the 70s, broad windows, a dozen mason jars of propagated ivy. Harrison sits on a barstool at the counter. His head has stopped pounding because Jeremiah gave him Ibuprofen and a vat of hard candies to suck on. He currently mixes him a cocktail behind his kitchen island and it’s blue like Lonan’s eyes so Harrison drinks it without looking. Harrison knows he shouldn’t drink around a stranger, but Jeremiah’s got a handmade bracelet and scribbly tattoos on his forearm so it’s hard not to trust him. Photo prints of hostels in Japan, statues in Europe, cathedrals in Paraguay decorate the walls in perfectly cut rectangles. Each is plumed with a dried flower and it reminds Harrison so much of Emily, he looks away, back to the Lonan-coloured drink. He studies the shot glass like it isn’t transparent, the grooves around the perimeter, the engraving that reads Cancun 1987. He loses Jeremiah’s absent swish around him and gets lost in the blue. The trifecta amazes him, how a colour as unnatural as this has manifested in Lonan’s eyes, his earring, this drink. He tips the glass back and finishes it in one go, and even though it’s strong of artificial blueberries, his mouth is tasteless. “You live here alone?” Harrison asks. The apartment overlooks the strip across the street and Harrison gets lost in it, the artificial signs like bad advertising, the neons ill, an influenza. When he looks toward Jeremiah again, his glass is refilled, and he can’t remember if he emptied it in the first place. “My roommate’s backpacking in Vietnam.” Jeremiah’s earring pings off the disco ball, and it creates a constellation on the ceiling. It could be Orion; it could be the Ursa Major. “You like the drink?” Harrison doesn’t want to say he tastes nothing, that he sees nothing but Lonan at the bottom of the glass at full retina, that he hardly understands the concept of blue. He is so numb when he stands that his feet meeting the hardwood feels like floating. Harrison slings his jacket off his shoulders and throws it over the barstool. Words enter and exit his mouth like gunfire, and he hears his heartbeat like the organ has moved to his eardrums. Jeremiah doesn’t comment when he twitches the nob on the radio, pooling through the channels. He doesn’t comment when Harrison lands on a throwback station brimming with the 80s, takes him by the palm and leads him under the disco ball. Jeremiah is intuitive and easy on the eyes, and this isn’t as difficult as Harrison thought it would be—he blinks Lonan away and keeps blinking.

#changing states

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Hey baby! ♥ Since you said your requests for The Boys are open, may I make a request for a Hughie fic, please? Something fluffy about him learning about what a Daddy kink is. Smut is optional, I'll leave that up to you.

Thank you. ~

PAIRING: Hughie Campbell x Little Female!Reader

UNIVERSE: The Boys

WORDS: 898

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above

Trigger Warning(s): DD/lg Theme | Daddy Kink | Nothing but Fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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Today was the day. You were going to sit down with Hughie and explain it all. You get to tell him what it was to be a Daddy. You begin to prep yourself on how to explain it. As you sit on the train with your teddy bear backpack in your lap and your light pink cat ear headphones on, drowning out the outside sounds with a Little Time playlist you created. Nodding now and then as you made points you wanted to explain. Hughie always thought your little actions were cute and adorable, but now, you get to explain why you had these little actions.

The train comes to a stop and standing up, you put your backpack on and head out the door. Looking up, you see Hughie standing there. He's never done that before. You smile. Sliding your headphones to sit on your neck, you giggle.

"What are you doing here? You never meet me here." You smile.

"Well, I wanted to make sure no one kidnapped you on the way to my apartment."

"Well, that has yet to happen. I'm pretty sure I would be returned anyway. I talk too much." You chuckle.

"Well, still, little girls shouldn't walk alone." Hughie nodded and held his hand out for you to take.

His words caught you off guard a bit. Taking his hand, you look over his face and nod, letting his words sink in. The walk was short and quiet, but you didn't mind; the weather was lovely.

Walking into the apartment, you slip your shoes off, and he wanders further into the apartment.

"Y/N! Come here! I have something to show you!" he calls out to you.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk to his voice and see him sitting on the couch with books and notebooks on the back of the couch and floor, a laptop on the coffee table, and a gift bag on the floor. Tilting your head, you slide your head phones into your backpack and bite at your lower lip.

"Yes? What is all this?" You ask with a soft voice.

"Okay, so I've been doing some research, some thinking, some serious digging. I picked up some of your habits, and Billy kind of smacked me upside the head, Frenchie laughted at me, and MM told me I needed to look into some things. So... sit...sit..." He pats the empty cushion next to him. "Okay, so you know how you do this little happy wiggle thing? How you like girly things but don't really wanna be girly? How you're always putting things in your mouth, the change in your voice...." He just kept going. You take a deep breath and chuckle.

"Hughie, are you trying to tell me you researched me?"

"Yes... that." He turns the screen and noticed you had posted something on Fetlife a long while ago about DD/lg, good and bad, do's and don'ts. "What exactly is this....?"

Letting out a heavy breath, you chuckle. Hughie looks over at you and chuckles, then shakes his head. "What? Did I do something bad like posted in there? I need to understand this."

"No, Hughie, you didn't do anything wong. Honestly, it's fuckin' adorable. You actually researched me... and then found me where I never expected you to... Umm. How do I even begin to explain this." You take a moment and pull your legs up on the couch to sit cross-legged. Thinking as to how you're going to explain it, you close the laptop and place the books and notebooks on the table, you turn to face him. "Okay, so every little is different, and every daddy, is also different. No one is the same. Let me ask you this... What do you think being a Daddy or a Care Giver means?" You ask him.

Taking a brief moment to think, he looks at you and gives you this perplexed look. "Well, taking care of you, holding your hand when crossing the street, bath times. Brushing your hair, sometimes helping you brush your teeth, helping you get dressed, cuddles and cartoons, reminding you to drink your water, but to use both hands. Cutting crusts off your sandwiches, and making sure they're in triangle cuts, treats, and visits to the toy store. Making sure you're safe, and healthy, and umm... well there's more but am I close?" He asks you.

Looking over his face, you give him a smile and a nod biting your lip, tilting your head, looking over his face, and you point. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh... umm... Can I learn to be your Daddy? It'll be a learning curve, but I mean..." He picks up the bag and hands it to you.

Opening the bag you see a stuffed lamb and inside is a card, tilting your head again you open the card. Clearly a Valentine's Day card that says "Can You Be Mine?" But instead he crossed it out and says. "Can I Be Your Daddy?" He chuckles. "There's no market for those kinda cards... so ya know? Improvization." He gave a nervous chuckle.

"You're so fuckin cute." You chuckle and throw your arms around his neck after grabbing the stuffy and kiss his cheek. After pulling back a bit you nod. "Okay Daddy... Feed me, I'm hungry... and Powerpuff Girls please." You nod handing him the remote with a grin.

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okiria · 10 months

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Ref for my Gin/tama S/I, Ria!

Ria is one of the cat-eared Amanto (aliens) who was a soldier in a civil war on her planet. Once the conflict was resolved, she decided to go to Earth to sate her boredom. She begins following Sougo because she finds his antics entertaining, not understanding the gravity of them. Sougo is reluctant towards her presence at first, but eventually finds she can be fairly useful (and maybe he appreciates the company), and so allows her to tag along. I imagine the two would have a LOT of b-plots and mostly comedic antics that establish their chemistry until a more serious arc (think shinsen/gumi crisis arc) reveals how much they've grown to deeply care for each other. After that, Sougo appears gentler when alone with her, similar to how he only showed his soft side to his sister he loved and trusted.

More rambling and a bonus doodle under cut!

At first glance the middle drawing may seem OOC for Sougo, but it's based on how free and sweet he was around his sister, who he was totally comfortable with. I think he needs more people in his life to love (even if it's romantic rather than familial this time) so he can be more open like that more.

I don't want to fix him. I want to make him worse by being a total enabler.

Here's the bonus doodle:

I made a playlist too:

Also Ria's dress is partially based on this one! There are so many replicas idk who made the original, one person is selling it by Xian Xian but I may be able to track it down better once I have my laptop back

Also ik the other cat amanto (like Catherine) don't have tails but booooooo I want a tail!

Thanks if you've read this far! I'm still sleeping on a name for the tags, but I'm calling the ship name "okiria" :-)

#shoutout to my boyfriend who asked me a bunch of questions about them and ships them now :3 #f/o community #oc x canon #selfship #self ship #self shipping community #my art #self insert #🐈‍⬛ nice to meet you earthling #okiria #⚔️ show your fangs

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auraee · 2 years

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- 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪. -

❁ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 - I should have been writing something else, I really should have. Just earlier today I was making lunch and my brain was like "Oh my god, what if-" and here we are. This little short story is pretty fluffy and suggestive, so if you're alright with that -

❁𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!❁

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The moon’s frosty glow shone proudly into our bedroom through the glass balcony doors and windows, rivalling the mellow bedside decorative candlelight that melted beside me, filling the room with its sweet coconut scent. Sighing, I lifted my gaze to outline the contents of the room. My eyes traced the few art portraits and cute photos that hung delicately from the pearly walls. At the bottom of the sepia accented wall was a cute little hazelnut sofa with a cable stitched blanket draped over it from the centre - perfect for cuddling. The heating of the room felt wonderful, that alongside the bath that I took not long ago relaxed my muscles, swelling my pleasure as I nestled snug into my oversized worn tee. My attention was then taken back to the balcony doors, peering through it led to a breathless view of the flickering garden lights, twinkling softly amongst themselves like stars and lighting up the colourful patch of flowers that swayed in the middle.

Work had been long, excruciatingly long, but fulfilling. Now that I have gotten past my writer's block (the means that got me rid of it was…well) I practically flew through writing the chapter. My editor almost did a cartwheel when I showed her what I had written, gushing over the detailed emotions and rawness of the intimate scene that I painted. When she asked me how I got it done so suddenly after holding back;

…I couldn’t tell her the truth.

Nevertheless, I got back into my groove - this time, happily typing away on my laptop. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was singing - pretty well actually, in the shower just a little down the hall. The beats of his playlist slipped under the door and out into the open. It sounded like he was having the time of his life in there - I didn’t even know his voice could get that high.

Abruptly, the door opened further from its ajar state, steamy fog spewing out as it did. Next came the music, much louder than it was previously and then the man himself, in nothing but a towel. Kyojuro stood in the middle of the hallway, his messy ardent hair bobbing in time with the music causing dripping beads of water that fell down to his pecs, joining the several others racing down the rest of his toned torso to see which droplet could reach his pelvis first. I took note of his facial features - the visible, kissable dimples that creviced his cheeks from smiling so much. The elated twinkle in his eye that he got when he was jamming to his tunes - it was quite the cute spectacle. Kyojuro swayed his hips with the rhythm, a firm grasp on the centre of his towel, his bicep tensed, and with my gaze travelling down I was met with two jutting veins from under his honeyed skin.

Well… now he’s both cute and sexy.

He paid no mind to the world around him, not even noticing my ogling while he continued to sing along with the song playing. Missing a few words here and there, but he definitely had the spirit. The sight flushed my face with furious heat. Even though I had seen him like this several times before it never ceased to have this heart-thumping effect on me. He makes me so shy it frustrates me. I’m already timid as it is, but he makes it so many times worse!

With a lot of work, I tore my eyes away from Kyojuro’s godly physique and re-adjust my focus to the document in front of me. “Just one more paragraph…” I mumbled internally.

I had only gotten another sentence written when my train of thought was interrupted, “Love,” called out Kyojuro, slipping on his slippers and shuffling into the bedroom, “I thought we talked about bringing work to bed.”

There was a soft scolding tinge in his tone as he spoke to me, “How are you going to get sufficient rest if you don’t allow yourself to? It’s not healthy to work all the time, even if the thing that you’re working on is your passion. You need to rest.”

I knew he was right, and we did talk about this, but still! Clasping my hands together, I puckered my lips up into a plump pout to make my plea, “I Know, but there’s this-”

Disregarding my protesting, Kyojuro took a seat between my thigh and the rest of the bed, the walnut wooden frame groaning under his weight. In that same movement he placed his other hand on the bedding just off my other thigh, closing the distance between us, “What did we decide on?”

“...Not to bring work to bed.” I grumbled, shifting slightly on the bed sheets, growing nervous at his sudden proximity.

“That’s right.”

“But if I just complete this paragraph!”

“You can complete it tomorrow, baby.” Kyojuro insisted, his voice shifting to more concern. He adjusted his towel again before resting it on the back of my laptop. “Save your work. You will have time to do it tomorrow. When you are working.”

I pulled my gaze away from Kyojuro, to think, nibbling at my lower lip as I did so, “I suppose so…”

Kyojuro then reached for my chin, his thumb tenderly grazed my lower lip, somewhat tugging it free from my teeth, “No, you are going to do it.” he urged, “You are going to rest tonight because you deserve it!”

I sighed, finally caving in. That response promptly dealt me another jovial grin from my goofball partner, “Alright…”

“Great! Now, stand up!”

A squeal involuntarily left me as Kyojuro took my hands, pulled me from the bed and into his chest,“What? Why?”

“You are going to dance with me! My bathroom playlist is still going, Mariah Carey is on now!”

“...You have a bathroom playlist?”

Kyojuro’s spirited laugh rang to all four corners of the room, twirling my figure under his arm and coaxing me to move in time with his body.

“Yes! I have a set playlist for a myriad of things! Cooking, working out, and so on!”

I, in turn, side-stepped awkwardly, “Ah, Kyo… I don’t know. My body isn’t as, you know, moveable…” I chuckled, “I’d rather watch you!”

Kyojuro shook his head giggling, once again ignoring my protests, “Your body doesn’t have to be anything! I just want feel you move with me, flower!”

Warmth swept my figure again at Kyo’s words, but I shyly agreed to Kyojuro’s delight.

Fantasy by Mariah was playing, her voice bounced off the walls, giving the ambiance of the dimly lit room a sweet, care-free air. Over time, I gradually let go of my embarrassment, dancing along and laughing at Kyojuro being a cheesy dork.

“Oh, when you walk by every night! Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine!” Kyojuro sang enthusiastically, simultaneously turning rhythmically to smack himself on the butt, “I get kinda hectic inside! Mmm, baby, I'm so into you! Darlin', if you only knew! All the things that flow through my mind~”

I nearly teared up from laughing at this new spectacle, not to mock him, but in appreciation to get me to go along with him.

So naturally, I did.

“But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby.” I sang giggling, continuing the duet, “When I close my eyes, you come and take me ~ on and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams. But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby~”

“There you go,” chimed Kyojuro, continuing to dance, “You look stunning, _______!”

My lips puckered up into an appreciative smile as I shut my eyes and finally got to the groove of the music. I rocked my hips from side to side, bobbing my head in time while running my fingers down my curves, feeling the soft fabric of my tee rise up my brown skin in the process. Unbeknownst to me, I felt a hand reach lightly tug at my wrist and pull me towards a chiselled abdomen. Under the allure of the coconut scented room, a rough, calloused hand sandwiched the plush of my thigh between its fingers, enticing me to follow the rocking hips of the man humming behind me. Then, following the first arm, the second returned to my waist to hug it tightly. A shuddering warm breath brushed over the exposed portion of my shoulder, lingering there for a moment and in the next a seedling kiss was then planted, followed by various tantalising others.

I hummed at the affection, bashfully basking in my love’s appreciation of me. I reached up to massage Kyojuro’s humid scalp, with him returning a muffled groan as he continued his tender assault. The song was teased to end, the remaining seconds of the melody lingered in the air, when suddenly my eyes snapped open.

“K-Kyo?” I stammered, almost voiceless between hot breaths.

I got a carnal, playful hum in response.

“I– think your fantasy fell and your reality is poking me…”

“Hm?-- OH!”

- 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 -

❀ 𝔸𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚘ ꕤ 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 ⚘ ❁ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟

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