“Your acting needs work, darling.” True. In seconds, my acting is about to be put to the test again. I’d pray to a higher being to give me strength and success, but I keep hearing Connor’s voice in my head that says: I’m the only person you should pray to.
So I should have been doing so many things today but instead I decided to doodle on my coffee. The original design was something I found on my phone from way back when so if anyone could find the original, please send it my way. Doodling helps calm me down from the caffeine in the coffee, it seems. Who’d have thunk it.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time my dad got addicted to those dumb facebook games and just added hundreds of friends so he could level up in the games and it got to the point where Facebook thought he was a spambot and deleted his account and he still gets so upset about it
genre: kind of angsty?, more so kind of unintentionally fluffy
a/n: this happened while I was listening to arctic monkeys. sorry abt the small absence, i’ll get back to writing love.exe now. also i don’t know where this came from
other notes: cursing, hurt!mingyu, sexual talk, but no smut, seriously lots of cursing
He coughs, hunching over, feeling bile rise up in the back of his throat.
He pushes it back down, and sloppily gets back up, only keeping his balance by holding on to the bathroom counter. He hated to say it, but for once, Kim Mingyu looked like absolute shit.
It’d been several nights since he’d last seen you, and what could he say? He was having withdrawals. Circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and he looked deathly pale in the mirror, although it could also have just been his vision fooling him again.
He was sweating heavily, and his head pounded. “Fuck,” he cursed, struggling to maintain his balance as he pushed the bathroom door open again.
God, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Mingyu stumbled into his bedroom, sloppily falling on top of his bed, breathing heavily.
His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead in clumps, and he gripped the sheets in frustration.
He needed you.
For once, it wasn’t sexual frustration, no, that even he had too much of sometimes.
This was romantic deprivation. He lacked—no, he absolutely craved your love.
This wasn’t innocent puppy love, either. This was the kind of romance that made him obsessed, made his heart beat faster, and tired him out. It wasn’t cute, love-struck bullshit, no, not at all.
Come up with an idea for a Boba Fett/Princess Leia fic, and I will write a short scene for that fic (similar to my fake wedding au). All you have to do is supply the trope or premise and I’ll do my best to make it work.