#( i'm tired and on coffee that isn't working so have this ig )

[razorfst]

wait wait wait also think about if your muse saw andrei fighting to shift on a full moon, not wanting to hurt them but he is clearly losing that battle and nearly yelling/begging them to leave

[starboykel]

It's a secret...¡! ❞

John 'Soap' Mactavish x female!reader

!!warnings: fluff-angst, stitching, shooting, nothing really ig just Soap being romantic, love at first sight, not too much build up i apologize

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

Soap is in an undercover mission, working as a barista at a famous cafeteria where people come and go everyday. His target? A terrorist that was threatening to blow up the Big Ben, the reasons? Nobody knew.

They had a profile of the terrorist, a man with black hairs, blue eyes, long neck and the tattoo of a star on his wrist. For some reason, that guy seemed to enjoy cold coffee every morning before killing some civils, something sweet to start the day before commiting crimes.

Soap got the morning shift, working from 8am to 3pm everyday, hoping to catch the son of a bitch... And that's where you appear at the story, you arrived there everyday at 10am, ordered some frappuccino with extra cream and milk and then sat down, works for one hour and left

He didn't payed attention to you before the third day or so when he started noticing how frequent you where, entering at 10am and leaving at 11:50am exactly, maybe you were just a perfectionist, maybe you were involved in the terrorist's plan. He learned your name, your order and when he least imagined, he was doing your order before you even arrived at the cafeteria, everything ready one hour before you were there.

His teammates noticed it and kept telling him to focus on the target — not on the pretty girl that showed up everyday and definitely wasn't making his heart beat faster. You had those tired eyes that were captivating and your hair that was messy in the right measure every morning, as if you woke up late and got ready in a hurry.

After a week, the terrorist finally shows up and as expected, a fight starts on the cafeteria and unfortunately, you were one of the civil that got injured, you were hit by a bullet in your arm, the one you used for everything. He hears your screams and he is scared, he only know you for a week and is already so in love with you.

He lets Ghost takes the top on the conflict and rushes to you, kneeling down in front of you while you have your arm bleeding, crying in pain and fear.

"shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay, It only hit the tissue, your bones are fine, c'mon, you're a strong woman." Soap says in a soft tone, trying to calm you down. You were panicking, of course, you were used to a calm, cozy life and that cafeteria was your favorite place and now there is a shooting happening right in front of your eyes.

Seeing your despair and how intense the shooting was getting, he picks you up and runs with you to the back of the cafeteria, the deposit. He carefully puts you down and picks a first aid kit.

"Look, this is going to hurt okay? Here, have this." He says, looking at you with those worried eyes as he gives you a piece of cloth to bite, He takes tweezers and carefully penetrates the hole in your arm and you screams of discomfort and pain, after a few seconds of pure agony, he manages to take it off. "Look, it wasn't that bad.." he says softly, smiling at you, the piece of cloth in your mouth all wet in tears and saliva, falling into the ground as you pant.

He puts stitches in your arm, they are temporary until you get a better one from a doctor. He takes off a sandwich and orange juice in a box from his backpack and gives it to you, "You must be feeling weak, you lost a lot of blood." You take the sandwich and take a small, weak bite, "Thanks.." you says in a weak, shaky voice.

He smiles and stands up, "stay here, I'm gonna be back in a while." He says and leaves, not without giving you one last look. At least you were safe and that calmed his heart.

The shooting continued but now the terrorist had some backup and almost managed to escape but fortunately, captain Price captured him before he could run away. Soap had a few bruises, Gaz was injured but nothing too serious and Ghost and Price was fine.

He came back to where he left you and... You weren't there, the only thing left behind was the box of orange juice and blood. His heart stops, his legs are weak, his eyes starts watering, where are you? Did he lost you? Did you-

"Ah..it's you, I'm sorry." Your voice comes out of the deposit's boxes and Soap looks around frenetically, you come out from behind one of the boxes, like a cat checking if everything was alright, he runs to you and hugs you, lifting you up.

"Oh god, I thought i had lost you." He cries, hugging you tightly, you hug back, of course, he is your saviour. You had just hid behind the boxes when you heard him coming back, afraid if it wasn't him.

He lets you go after a while and takes your hand, "c'mon, let's get you to a doctor." He says, leading you outside, where a squad of doctos and nurses were helping the injured. He helps you get inside the ambulance and waves at you as the ambulances drives away and you wave back, of course.

He had captured your heart and you captured his but you two couldn't be together... For now.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I think I'm gonna do a second part of this!

My requests are open.

[bradtomlovesya]

Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ Pt. 2 (final)

Warnings: Smut +18!, fingering, bad words, orgasm denied, sub!reader, Dom!Brad, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Pic: @sash_maxwell on ig.

I woke up due to the light coming through the curtains and got up totally naked to close them and let Brad continue to sleep. I knew he was very tired from the concert and from our hectic session last night.

I bent down to pick up my pantyhose lying on the floor of the room and put them on. I also took the red shirt that had started all of this in the first place and put it on just by buttoning a few buttons.

I turned my head to see Brad peacefully asleep. Today I had the day off so I tried not to make too much noise so as not to wake him up and so that he could get enough rest while I made some coffee. In the hotel room there was only a bed with a nightstand on each side, a three-seater sofa next to the balcony with a coffee table in front of it, a dining-type table and two chairs around it. On the little table next to the sofa there was a coffee machine and complimentary coffee so I decided to take advantage of it and prepare some fresh coffee for when he woke up.

I was preparing the coffee when minutes later his arms around my waist made me jump slightly with fright.

"Fuck! Bradley." I tried to catch my breath. "You scared me." I put a hand to my chest.

"I'm sorry honey." He said hoarsely and a giggle left his lips. "I didn't want to scare you." He flicked my hair to the side and placed a kiss on my neck that sent a huge electric current through my body.

I turned on my heel and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It's okay." I left a short kiss on his lips. "I woke you up?"

"No." He responded with his raspy voice and shook his head causing some of his unruly curls to fall across his forehead. "I patted next to me but you weren't there so I opened my eyes and guess what I saw?" He bit his lip with a smile. 

"What did you see?" I asked with the same smile.

He leaned close to my ear and his lips brushed my earlobe. "I saw you wearing my shirt." He kissed right at that soft spot behind my lobe and took me by the thighs and walked with me to leave me sitting on the table. "It looks so fucking good on you. I could swear the thoughts that haunt my head of the things I want to do to you right now are not healthy at all." He spread my legs, making me gasp. "Can I do the dirty things I'm thinking of doing to you?" He directed his eyes to mine and I could see that they were only his pupils. They were full of desire.

"Brad ..." I gasp. "You just woke up, how can you think about that?" I laughed slightly.

"It's your fault." He spoke seriously. "It's entirely your fault for wearing my shirt, Y/n." He crossed his arms. His expression was one of pure seriousness. "So now all I think about is fucking that cute pussy right against this table while you still have my shirt on so you think about your actions." He clicked his tongue. "However, you know that your consent is important so I need you to say yes."

I beat my eyelids over my white skin not believing what I was hearing. I felt the moisture slide back between my folds and, when I regained consciousness, I moved my lips "Yes, it is a yes, Love." I nodded quickly. My cunt throbbed to feel him inside me again.

"Good because I wasn't going to take no for an answer" He unfolded his arms and took a step towards me. "You shouldn't have worn my shirt if you weren't up for me to fuck you hard, right?" I was silent but he took my face between his fingers for me to speak. "Words, darling. That little mouth isn't just for sucking my cock. Use it to talk."

"Yes, I wanted that when you saw me with your shirt on, you wanted to fuck me" I replied in something a little louder than a murmur.

"Already knew." He released my face. "I just wanted you to accept it" he ran his index finger between my breasts until he finished on my pantyhose. "Look at that pretty face with a fucking perverted mind." He laughed hoarsely and pressed my clit a little with his finger over the fabric making me moan. "Awww, Love." He pouted. "Look how desperate you are for me to touch you."

"Bradley, please stop teasing me and playing with me." I begged. "Please just come into me." I tried to put my hands on the elastic of his boxer to lower it but he stopped me.

"Don't even think for a fucking second that this is about you and what you want." He rudely denied. "This is about me and how much I'm going to enjoy fucking you so fucking hard that all the people in this hotel will know your moans and the name of the person causing them." He put his hand under my underwear and patted my cunt. "So damn wet!" He grunted. He slipped two of his fingers into me without warning and jerked them against my walls that tightened at the feel of him. "Always so tight, my pretty little doll." He curled his fingers reaching up to my G-spot making me scream his name. "It doesn't even look like I had fuck that pretty pussy just last night."

"Brad!" I groaned loudly and threw my head back. "I'm sorry, I really ... Ah!" Another moan as he entered another finger and moved violently causing a series of obscene and delicious sounds that filled the room.

"Alright, I think that pretty vagina is ready to receive me" He pulled his fingers out and moved his finger in circles over my clit causing more moisture to flow down my pussy.

"Yes ... I'm ready" I answered between gasps with my eyes closed and tight. His finger kept moving and sending currents at my most sensitive nerve point. The brown haired boy made a little more pressure and, just as I was about to cum, he withdrew his finger from me making the feeling go away.

"You won't feel it until I decide you should." He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Always so sweet." He smiled grimly. "Get off the table." He ordered and so I did. "It's time to fuck that cute cunt that only belongs to me" He put his hands on my hips and turned me around. He pushed my back down so my chest was pressed against the table and lifted his shirt off my body only until my ass was exposed. "Do you know what girls get when they misbehave?" He asked me.

"Spanking?" I asked with my cheek pressed against the hard, cold surface of the table's wood. My breathing was erratic, he had already denied me a precious orgasm so I just had to be good to him for him to give me a new one.

"How smart you are, my girl" He came over and placed a kiss on my head. "That's right, spanking." He pressed his hand against the cheek of my butt with force causing a great sound of. Smack!

"You know you should not misbehave" Another spanking with more force than the previous one but on the other side. My ass right now was totally red and the feeling was burning.

And so the spankings came one after the other until they added ten and He decided that had been enough.

"Now what should you say?" He ran his palm up my butt admiring his previous work.

"Thank you Sir." I answered between gasps and wedging my nails around the edges of the table to withstand the heat. Brad got down on his knees and left several kisses on my ass cheeks to make them stop hurting a bit and it worked. "Thank you" I repeated.

"You're welcome, darling" He lowered my underwear, ran the stitch of his crotch over my folds to smear it with a bit of my moisture and seconds later he completely sank into me with one blow making me scream. "Fuck! How good you feel" his hands went to my waist to support himself. "Can I continue?" He asked me leaving a kiss on my back over the fabric of his red shirt.

"Yes, you can ..." I inhaled deeply. "You can continue." Just as I responded, I felt his hips go back and then forward to push himself fully into me, making me whimper. “Fucking hell, Brad!” I yell/moan.

His hips moved in and out of me with needed speed. I didn't think it was possible but he was moving with more force and speed every time. The table legs were grinding against the floor, but we were so caught up in our own pleasure that we didn't care. One of his hands went down until it reached my clitoris and thus began to stimulate me with enough speed and pressure to make me see stars and feel that sensation again in the lower part of my stomach. This, combined with the moans, grunts and obscenities that left Brad's mouth were driving me straight into ecstasy and he noticed it.

His dick tightened me in the only way he knew how and they stimulated all my essential points to transform all possible pain into pleasure. We fit together so well that I could feel the veins of his cock on my walls. I squeezed my vagina earning a growl from him because I knew he loved that. "Cum on my dick, darling. Come on princess" He made a little more pressure on my clit and his thrusts did not lower the force but became sloopy giving me to understand that he was about to finish too.

"Holy shit! Bradley!" I moaned his name and my legs felt like jelly. My walls closed against his member, leading him to cum inside me as well, painting my walls as his. "Ahh!" I moaned again feeling his come and his hands went to my waist to keep me from collapsing on the ground. 

"Fu-ck!" He collapsed on my back and I could feel the sweat on his forehead dampening the fabric of the shirt. "I said I would fuck you with my shirt on and I did." He laid to leave a kiss on my back and his hand went up and down my leg.

"That's right," I nodded trying to normalize my breathing. "I love this shirt" I laughed slightly and felt the vibrations of his laughter on my back. "Babe, I really love you but please get off me, that's overstimulation." I bit my lip.

"Yes, of course" He withdrew his member from inside me with a giggle. I felt myself whimper at the emptiness. "I'm sorry, I just love being there" He held me in his arms and walked with me to the bathroom. "Did I hurt you?" He left me sitting on the edge of the tub.

“No, you’re really careful even when you’re being rude to me” I took his hand and kissed his lips “Come here, let’s take a relaxing bath.” I start filling the tube.

“It would be a pleasure” He leaned to help me take off his shirt and smiled while doing it. “What the fuck do this shirt has that make us so fucking horny?” He laughed.

“I don’t know, babe” I laughed loudly. “I don’t know but let’s use it more often”

[secret-kpoplibrary]

In Your Dreams Pt. 3

Pairing: Baker!Seokjin x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: none just vibes

Genre: idk- ig fluff

Summary: You wouldn't necessarily call yourself cynical or pessimistic, but when it comes to the topic of soulmates, well you're certainly not the most agreeable person. It's not that you don't believe in love but, when your career exposes you to what happens when 'love' isn't enough, when being soulmates doesn't bring your happy ending- it can be hard to put your faith in such things. Still, just like everyone else you have the dreams, the ones of your soulmate's memories. The ones you'll continue to have until you find them. Unfortunately for yours, meeting him does little to change your outlook- at first. He's certainly got his work cut out for him.

***

"Are you sure you're not tired of coming here with me?" Lisa asks. You're currently walking with her to Sweeter Than Sweet for the third time this week.

"Of course I'm not tired of coming here. It's a nice place for me to get some work done so really it's not a problem." You wave her off. Truth is coming here so often makes you a little anxious, but of course you want to hang out with your friend, after all it's only been just under two weeks since her breakup with Mark and you know she could use the support.

"It does have a nice energy for productivity." She muses.

"Yes, it does, so come on." You say opening the door and gently tugging her inside.

"I'll go find us seats, you order?" Lisa suggests.

"Sure, what did you want today?" You ask her.

"For now a croissant and a coffee please."

"On it. I'll find you in a minute." You say parting ways with her. You walk up to the counter where Jimin is on his phone up until you walk up.

"Welcome to Sweeter Than- oh! Hi Y/n." Jimin smiles at you.

"Hi Jimin, where have you been the last couple of days?" You frown.

"Oh? Have you become a regular during the one time I get sick?" He asks.

"I've been coming with Lisa actually." You say pointing behind you.

"Oh? How's she doing?" He asks looking over to where she's sitting.

"How about you ask her yourself when you bring over our order." You suggest.

"Well, what can I get for you? We have Halloween cookies and stuff."

"Yeah, I'll probably order some of the Halloween treats to go, but for now I'll take a cinnamon scone, a croissant, and two cups of coffee please." You smile handing him your card.

"Coming right up." He takes it from you and swipes it before handing it back. He also hands you a little plastic triangle with the number 28 etched into it that'll sit on your table until your items are given to you. You quickly find Lisa at a table near the middle of the bakery and join her.

"Jimin should be over in a minute with our stuff." You tell her, pulling out your laptop and notepad.

"Okay." She says, not even looking up from her sketchbook. Lisa works in fashion design and has been using all of her free time to sketch new designs in the last couple weeks, she seems inspired by the breakup. Jimin brings over your stuff pretty soon.

"Hey guys. Here's your coffee, your scone and your croissant, and cream and sugar if you need it." He says placing everything on the table.

"Thanks Jimin." You say.

"Jimin! How are you? It's been a while since I saw you." Lisa smiles.

"Yeah I've been alright, I wasn't feeling too well so I took a couple days off. But I'm feeling much better now. How are you? Y/n mentioned you were upset a couple weeks ago."

You're only half listening to their conversation while you work, it's like awkward teenage flirting.

"Oh, yeah I'm doing better. Thanks." She says. Before Jimin can come up with a way to prolong the conversation, the bell that signals the bakery's door opening jingles.

"And that's my cue- if you ladies need anything just let me know!" He says with one more smile before he glides off.

"You guys are so awkward." You shake your head.

"What are you talking about?" She scoffs.

"It's obvious that he has a crush on you. I can't tell if you like him back or if you're just that awkward." You chuckle.

"I- we- Jimin and I are just friends." She mumbles.

"Yes I know that, the point is he has a crush on you and that conversation was so absurdly awkward. I almost wish I wasn't here."

"Shut up." Lisa mumbles, her cheeks getting red. You laugh, "I'm not diving into another relationship-"

"I didn't say all of that. I'm just wondering if you like him." You shrug.

"He's cute- but I only talk to him as a customer/employee situation. I have no clue if I genuinely like him, but he's cute." She shrugs.

"Hm." You hum turning your attention back to your work. She huffs but doesn't say anything else.

~

"Hey Jimin have you-" Jin's question trails off as he catches sight of a familiar face.

"Have I what hyung?" Jimin frowns at him.

"Uh- I was going to ask if you had seen the ghost cookie cutters."

"Last I saw Kook was using them to try making some fondant decorations." Jimin says.

"Right- hey do you know those two women over there?" Jin asks.

"Who? You mean y/n and Lisa? What about them?" Jimin looks at Jin in confusion.

"I just- I think I recognize Lisa." He frowns.

"She comes in often. Although unless you saw her while I was out sick I don't think you've ever seen her here." Jimin points out.

"Yeah I- I know. I didn't see her in here. Well I did but in a dream-" Jin explains.

"Oh- so you think your soulmate is someone who knows her?"

"Yeah, has she come here with anyone else or just- you said her name was y/n?"

"Yeah her name is y/n- and no Lisa hasn't been here with anyone else that I can remember. She usually comes alone actually. Y/n's only been here a few times." Jimin explains.

"That means if I was seeing Lisa here- it would be because of y/n. Right?" Jin mutters.

"Wait are you saying y/n's your soulmate?" Jimin gasps.

"Maybe- I don't know- h-how would I find out?"

"Go talk to her!" Jimin nudges him.

"How do I- what do I say to her? What is she like?"

"She can come off a bit prickly at first but she's nice if you get to know her. Just go say hi! And you can introduce yourself." Jimin practically shoves Jin towards your table and he shoots a glare back at his friend before clearing his throat and walking over to you and Lisa's table.

"Hello ladies, sorry if I'm interrupting over here. Jimin tells me you're regulars so I figured I'd come over and introduce myself, I'm Jin."

"Actually she's the regular. I'm more of an occasional customer." You say pointing at Lisa but keeping your eyes on your notes.

"Jin? As in the owner?!" Lisa gasps. At that your eyes snap up to look at him.

"Uh- yes- how did you know?" He smiles at her.

"Jimin talks about you all the time. Your stuff is literally amazing."

"Aha thank you!" He laughs.

"I'm Lisa, and this is y/n." She introduces you both.

"Hi." You say glancing at him before turning back to your work.

"Although if Jimin told you about us I'm assuming he also told you our names already."

"He did, yes, but it's fine. I just wanted to say hi."

"Well it's nice to meet the man behind the- pans- I was going for a rhyme. That wasn't that great." Lisa hums. Jin chuckles.

"Actually I liked it." He shrugs.

"Are you a fan of puns and such?" She asks.

"I am indeed." He nods. The longer Jin stands at your table the more nervous you find yourself. Does he know you're soulmates? He doesn't give enough away for you to tell for sure, besides he's hardly talking to you. Maybe he doesn't know. If he doesn't say anything neither will you. You decide.

"Hey Jin! Catering question!" Jimin yells from the front.

"Ah, looks like I've gotta get back to work. It was nice meeting you both." Jin smiles but his gaze lingers on you even as Lisa says goodbye.

"You barely said anything to him." Lisa says.

"I'm working. I didn't come here to mingle-"

"You could've at least said more than hi." She rolls her eyes.

"I did. I told him you were the regular and I was a casual customer." You shrug.

"What's with you? You were even more unapproachable than usual."

"I'm just busy. Since I'm not in the office today I have a few things to get done so I'm not too busy tomorrow." You say finishing off your coffee.

"Right." She scoffs.

You and Lisa spend another hour or two at the bakery before you decide to leave, satisfied with what work you got done. From the bakery you head to Lisa's place to have dinner together and afterwards you head home. When you get back to your own apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Part of you hates that you didn't tell Lisa the truth about the bakery owner, whose name you now know is Jin but at the same time you know her. Lisa will get all excited about it and try to play matchmaker. As much as she respects you not wanting to be in a relationship she wouldn't be able to help herself with it being your soulmate.

"She doesn't need to know. And as long as he doesn't say anything everything will be fine." You nod to yourself. With that reassurance in mind, you go ahead and shower and get ready for bed.

~

"hey do you know those two women over there?" A muted voice asks pointing at a table.

From experience you know this is how your soulmate's voice sounds in one of these dreams.

"Who? You mean y/n and Lisa? What about them?" Jimin looks in the direction your soulmate pointed in confusion. Hey that's you- you're looking at yourself sitting in the bakery with Lisa.

"I just- I think I recognize Lisa." The muted voice replies to him.

"She comes in often. Although unless you saw her while I was out sick I don't think you've ever seen her here." Jimin points out.

"Yeah I- I know. I didn't see her in here. Well I did but in a dream-"

Lisa? He's seen Lisa before-

"Oh- so you think your soulmate is someone who knows her?" Jimin asks.

"Yeah, has she come here with anyone else or just- you said her name was y/n?"

"Yeah her name is y/n- and no Lisa hasn't been here with anyone else that I can remember. She usually comes alone actually. Y/n's only been here a few times." Jimin explains.

"That means if I was seeing Lisa here- it would be because of y/n. Right?" The muted voice is barely audible this time.

"Wait are you saying y/n's your soulmate?" Jimin gasps.

"Maybe- I don't know- h-how would I find out?"

"Go talk to her!" Jimin nudges you.

~

You shoot up with a gasp as the dream ends abruptly.

"He knows." You mutter running your hand down your face, "and Jimin knows too." You groan. You take a moment to stretch before laying back down. You've never had a dream of something so recent- this dream- memory was literally of something that happened today. You know the dreams are completely random but for it to show you what happened just before he spoke to you earlier today-

"He knows. He knows and he told Jimin so now Jimin knows and now it's more likely for Lisa to find out because Jimin knows-" you mutter, "and if she finds out from Jimin there goes any chances of pretending this isn't happening." you glance at the clock sitting on your nightstand- it's around 4 A.M., again. This has regularly been the time that one of these dreams has woken you up. You wonder if Jin has been having dreams as frequently as you, if they've been recent memories like yours have been, you know Lisa's been in them but has anyone else in your life made a guest appearance? Maybe a client. You're sure that's a fun dream to decipher. What you do in your meetings. Is that a breach of confidentiality? If your soulmate dreams about your meetings with your clients? It's not like you can control that-

"Why do you care what's happening in his dreams? What matters is what's happening in yours- more specifically the fact that you are losing sleep over it." You grumble to yourself.

With that you force your brain to shut off and eventually you manage to get back to sleep. This time, uninterrupted.

***

Part 3/???

[amazingorangedangantrash]

Last night i really really couldn't sleep (tfw you've been an insomniac since you were like 9-) so I thought I'd do the trick by writing about kamuegi sleepless nights headcanons! Unfortunately that turned out to be counter-productive as I ended up with a semi-drabble and passed out before I could post it >:"D (the world works in mysterious ways ig-)

Staying up late

• Naegi has trouble sleeping often- he doesn't seem the type, but he's an insomniac

• Kamukura too

• Kamukura doesn't find it as much of a problem- after all, he's superhuman; he doesn't need as much sleep to be fully recharged anyway.

• Naegi... does

• They stumble upon each other once. Naegi is making his way out of the kitchen, and bumps into him, accidentally spilling his glass of water all over the other's shirt.

• He's extremely apologetic, and insists on accompanying Kamukura, to make sure he changes his shirt.

• Kamukura asks him why he's still awake, and, flustered, he makes up a lie about having drank one cup of coffee too many, caffeine still in his system.

• Kamukura sees right through it.

• "You are thinking about her, aren't you?"

• Naegi flinches.

• "How'd you know?"

• He recognises the momentary look of despair that flashes across Naegi's face when he thinks he isn't looking- it's one familiar to anyone who's crossed her warpath, guns blazing, despair dialed up to eleven. Naegi's unusually powerful optimism and his hope is his shield, but even he is not completely immune to it- he is only human, after all, even he must lose sleep to the nightmare known as Junko Enoshima.

• For reasons he can't quite explain, the thought... bothers him.

• "Would you like to see the stars?" He asks, the question leaving his lips before he can properly process it.

• Naegi looks at him, a surprised expression on his face, before he suddenly lets out a laugh- looking a little embarrassed at letting it slip. "Ah- no- sorry-" he smiles, "it's just- you mean, right now-?"

• "Yes."

• His amusement turns to confusion, "Wait, really-?"

• "Indeed," and without elaborating further (he doesn't like to waste time on boring himself with explanations, when his actions are easily enough to speak for him), gently takes ahold of Naegi's wrist. He only feels the slightest hesitation, before the other lets him lead the way, and they've made it to the rooftop.

• There's a gentle breeze, and it softly sweeps Kamukura's locks into the air, strands of smooth inky blackness swaying in the wind.

• Naegi fights the urge to reach out and run his hands through them.

• To his surprise, there's already a blanket, pillows, and even a lawn chair and umbrella waiting for them.

• "Do you... come out here often?" He asks. He wasn't even aware this was a part of the rooftop. It's fairly secluded, one that lets you see the open sky above them without a problem, but is hard enough to spot from the ground, unless you really knew what you were looking for.

• "Yes," Kamukura replies, sitting down. He doesn't gesture for Naegi to follow, or pat the ground, like some of his other friends would, but he looks at him and tilts his head ever so slightly, which Naegi can tell is enough for him to encourage him to follow, so he does.

• "Wow..." He simply gazes up above them, revelling in the sight of hundreds upon thousands of stars above, the way they sparkle majestically amongst the vast sea of outer space, like diamonds laying atop thick, rich-hued velvet of pink, purple and blue, blanketing the sky.

• Kamukura watches him, and the sight of the stars reflecting in Naegi's eyes, the light in them mirroring the sky, that twinkle, unique to Naegi, and Naegi alone, makes something in his chest twinge.

• It's an unfamiliar feeling-

• How exciting.

• He shall have to bring Naegi out here more often.

• Naegi turns to him, and his breath catches in his throat.

• "Thank you," he says.

• It is uneeded.

• "Why?"

• "For bringing me here," the other replies. "I know this place must mean a lot to you. Ah-," he scratches his cheek, a gesture Kamukura finds... oh- is this what they mean when they say, 'endearing'?

• "Sorry. I know the others can be kind of... loud and stuff at times." Why is he apologising on their behalf? "And, well, this is all new to you, isn't it? That can probably be kind of... overstimulating sometimes, right? And I guess you'd want a space to yourself, to get away to and be in peace at for a while. To think. You're pretty smart, after all. You need your 'thinking time'. I know you need a breather now and then to process everything," he chuckles, the sound is light and sweet amongst the cool summer air, "I mean, they're my friends, and even I need a break from them once in a while, so-" he smiles again (always smiling, doesn't he ever get tired of it-?), "thank you. I'm sure this place must mean a lot to you. I'm really glad you feel comfortable enough to bring me here! I appreciate it."

• He's smarter then he looks- this is something Kamukura has come to realise from the time that they've spent together, and yet, still, he's found himself surprised by it. Naegi's intelligence, his skill, comes from a place elsewhere then his books or his hands- it comes from his heart, his emotions, something Kamukura was never able to fully understand, was never programmed to-

• They always deemed emotions unnecessary. Believed it would hinder his talent, that the key to success, to hope, lied in absolute mechanical operation, and the unwavering pursuit of more, more talent-

• Looking at Naegi now, he wonders how they could have ever been so wrong.

• "Oh- um- sorry, I didn't mean to get all excited there for a second," He trips over his words a little, eager to fill the silence, and yet, Kamukura does not mind. The sound of his voice is not grating upon his ears like that of others, it's less like a fly buzzing around his ear, and more like the flapping wings of a bumblebee, a gentle thrum that is strangely soothing, a sound sweet like honey.

• "You overestimate the importance of a place like this to me," his words aren't cold, merely the simple truth. "It's somewhere for me to stay. That's all."

• Naegi shakes his head softly. "Nah, that's exactly my point Kamukura. It's your place- your spot. The fact that you can call it your own, that makes it special. Especially since, ah, um-" he looks to the side, "I'm guessing they never really let you have anything like this before, huh?'

• His... 'spot'. He tries out the word in his mind. What a crude, and simple way to refer to it.

• And yet... he thinks he might like it.

• "Yes," he answers honestly. "I had no need for personal belongings or even... 'spots'. They weren't needed to cultivate my talents."

• "Geez," Naegi mumbles to himself in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. Kamukura knows the frustration isn't directed at him, and yet that makes it all the more intriguing to witness.

• "I still can't believe- that- that they treated you like that," he mutters angrily, more to himself then the other, "like you're- like you're not even a person! Like... like you can't have thoughts or feelings of your own. Like- like you don't deserve to be treated like everyone else-!"

• "I don't deserve to be treated like everyone e-"

• "Don't," Naegi softly warns him, though they both know it's more for his sake than Kamukura's, "please. I know that's what they told you but- you do. You're still... a person. You're still human."

• Kamukura isn't really sure if he still qualifies as even that anymore, but, for once, he deems it better to not speak that thought aloud.

• The breeze picks up, turning into a sharp gust of wind. It causes Naegi to shiver a little, goosebumps rippling along his exposed skin, already cool against the night air. He starts to wonder if it's time to regret wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts to sleep, when he feels a warm material envelop his shoulders, and a weight shift next to him.

• "Kamukura-?" The other has pulled a blanket over them, and shuffled closer, so that it wraps neatly around him also.

• "You were cold. I thought this to be the best course of action," he says, though, even in the pale moonlight, Naegi can't help but notice the (very faint, but still there-) rush of pink lightly dusting his cheeks. Kamukura's sharp red eyes pierced his own, and yet, their gaze was... hesitant.

• Naegi blinks a little, before his expression softens, exhaling with the slightest bit of amusement. "Of course," he hums. The sudden intimacy between them hasn't gone unnoticed, but he... doesn't mind it. "Thank you."

• They sit in silence for a while.

• Naegi doesn't often see the stars. Sure, he would try a few times back home, on cloudless, sleepless nights, not entirely unlike this one. The light from streetlamps and nearby houses would drown it out, however, the city's constant glow in favour above the natural visibility of the stars.

• They're as beautiful as he'd imagine, out here, away from it all.

• Occasionally Naegi will point to a group of stars, and ask which constellation it is. Kamukura will take his hand, and, (to his embarrassment) redirect it to the actual constellation. He'll then explain, it's origins, the story that is behind it's conception. It's 'useless' knowledge, but it's knowledge he has nonetheless, and Kamukura is... happy, he supposes, to finally have someone to share it with, not for the sake of a test or practice, but because someone just... wants to talk to him about it. (And as selfish as it is, Naegi is secretly glad to be that person-)

• Naegi talks, about his parents, his sister, his friends, about the life Kamukura never had, and never thought he wanted to. He knows it's not much, but it's all Naegi's known, and he's content with it. Kamukura never thought there would be any point to a life like that, but if it's the one that made Naegi the way he is now... maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.

• At one point, a shooting star suddenly soars across the sky, and Naegi gleefully points it out (he wonders what it's like to be delighted by such a simple thing...), "Kamukura! Did you see that?"

• "I did," he replies, and just as the words leave his mouth, another one follows.

• "Woah! Two shooting stars in a row! Talk about lucky," and Naegi is so happy, so pleased by this small event, it's as if it spills into Kamukura himself, and he's...endeared by it.

• "Yes, it is." His voice is... fond.

• Naegi insists that they both make a wish. Kamukura knows that it's impossible, and Naegi does too, that an act as insignificant as wishing upon a 'shooting star' (not even a star, really, but a lump of space rock falling through the atmosphere, hitting it at a high speed and burning up in a rather aesthetic display of combustion) can possibly change their fate in any way, but-

• He makes one anyway.

• It's an unusual feeling. Wishing for something. It's wanting for something... a desire...

• It's not all that different from hope.

• How funny, he thinks, that the two are so connected, and yet the people who expected hope from him never asked, never expected him to want or wish.

• (Unbeknownst to the two of them, their wishes are exactly the same.)

• Naegi tells him his favourite flower. "I don't really know why, but I've just always found hydrangeas to be my favourite. I'm not sure why," he laughs. "They're pretty I guess? Especially the blue ones."

• Kamukura briefly considers telling him the meaning behind the flower, but decides against it.

• Naegi asks him for his own favourite flower- but he cannot think of one. He can acknowledge and recognise which are considered more "beautiful" or popular, but in terms of personal preference... he has none.

• "What are those red ones... ah... um- carnations! That's it! Those kind of remind me of you... ah, because of your eyes," Naegi smiles bashfully at him.

• (He decides against mentioning the meaning behind those, as well-)

• They stay there until the morning comes, watching as the sky blends from black, to purple, to pink, to orange, to yellow, and then finally, blue. The stars slowly fade, dimming like nightlights in the sky, being turned off as if to fall asleep themselves.

• Naegi yawns, stretching. "Aw man... I think I'm gonna sleep in a little today..."

• When he returns to his bed, he promptly blacks out, all thoughts of a certain Ultimate Despair having been vanquished entirely.

• If anyone asks that day, why Naegi seems so tired, or why Kamukura is even more quiet then usual, the two will share a knowing glance, and return to what they were doing, with a small smile (or twitch of the mouth).

• The next night, Naegi finds himself needing a glass of water again. Kamukura is in the kitchen. They walk.

• It's not at all uncommon for the two to be perched upon the rooftop. Rain or shine, day or night. They'll often be nursing a drink in their hands too, a hot cup of tea, or an iced one, a glass of water, a smoothie, a milkshake, a hot chocolate- as they talk. Or they'll sit and stare out at the grounds, or the sky. They might fiddle with papers, completing work, or sit comfortably in each other's company, Naegi braiding Kamukura's hair, weaving little flowers into it that he collected from the gardens.

• Their insomnia is still there, refusing to disappear or remedy after one night.

• But, at least, if they are doomed to the life of an insomniac, they're happy to do so.

• (together).

-

Flower meanings-

Hydrangeas: (one of my own personal favourites ahhh-) their meaning varies a lot. Pink is said to represent heartfelt emotion and even love (some say the individual petals are shaped like a heart-). Purple hydrangeas represent a desire to deeply understand someone. White hydrangeas had very negative connotations, especially in Victorian society, representing boastfulness and vanity (but also purity)- they were even considered unlucky, and leaving a hydrangea to grow outside a woman's door was said to be a way to ensure she would never wed (how cruel!). Blue is the most intriguing colour- there's a Japanese story of an Emperor who gifted blue hydrangeas to the family of his beloved, in apology for neglecting her. Because of this, blue hydrangeas are associated with apology, forgiveness, gratitude, and even frigidity (which makes me think of how a certain Mr Kamukura acts-). Ironically, blue hydrangeas are considered the 'luckiest'.

A lucky unlucky flower (befitting, I'd say, to be the favourite of a certain person).

Carnations- apparently white ones symbolise good/pure luck! Now isn't that something? Ah, but Naegi didn't say white carnations, did he? He meant red, like Kamukura's eyes. That's where it's interesting- light red carnations can symbolise admiration and affection. But dark red carnations symbolise a deep love. (Ironically, for a flower of love, carnations are also frequently associated with death (especially, apparently, in France). It's almost like, in order for Kamukura to exist, for Naegi to have feelings for him in the first place, someone first had to die for him to come into existence... but that's just a thought-)

(I'm no flower expert- all of these came from our overlords, Google themselves, so if anything about that is wrong... blame them not me-)

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going back to sleep-

Image by: https://borrego-tan.tumblr.com/post/186229592018/hinaegi-festival-2019-day-4-comfortcomfy

[waytoomanylighters]

1. I'm not a digital artist so none.

2. I like forward, but if I have to draw from the side I like drawing ur right side.

3. .....man idk, ig that no character has a strict gender. Like I love drawing femmeboys and masc girls and just. People that fit neither.

4. ....oh god black and white //monochrome. Looks great, wonderful looking, I hate limiting myself to just one or two colors. I tend to use them all.

5. 1% post, 99% in my closet, literally.

6. Pretty people. Omg pretty people are the best. I am however biased and have a definitive Type I love to draw (fuck you curls are fun), but really any pretty person.

7. Digital. I can't not have paint on my hands after drawing. How will the see My Sparkle (mental illness)

8. Framing things. Painting the frames. I will just throw it into my sketchbook and be done with it now. Fuck taking up half my room space with canvasses. I've tripped over too many.

9. Huh? Idk what this means.

10. Omg button ups. Ok leave me alone but I love the duality. Slutty, put together, kinda tired? All of them? Accomplish it with a button up.

11. Yes. Everything. Whatever mood I'm in. A lot of punk, pop, metal, nu metal, gay depressed shit, spooky music, big dick women music. All of it.

12. The nose/eye. Lips, however, boggle me to this day.

13. Uhhhh pastel artists. Idk I always feel like I could accomplish it with paint and my fingers.

14. Huh? Flowers ig.

15. Everywhere. In college. On my floor at 3am. At coffee shops. At the library. In the parks. At playgrounds. In other people's houses.

16. Putting details in pen/marker/other kind of paint over a layer of paint. I'm good at it, it turns out well, but holy fuck am I impatient.

17. ......I learned I have to make my paint water cup and drink cup Very Different. Tend to drink coffee/boba tea and I don't really eat when I do art.

18. .....mostly paint brushes. I never really learned how you're "supposed" to use them.

19. 3d things. Boxes, towers, things I get to add unneeded dimension to.

20. Bro idk. Anatomy.

21. Fucking drawing in pastel colors. Love it, glorious looking. I cannot bring myself to line my work in a color that isn't black.

22. Nothing.

23. I'm not a digital artist. I am a multi media guy.

24. I usually use physical references.

25. Kink shit. I drew octopi for a while bc they're funny looking. Not anymore.

26. Again. Any type of drawing octopi. The kink is not where I was going. They're just cool looking and fun to draw.

27. I don't.

28. Zines, murals, stuff like that ig.

29. Cartoons. Love them. They're so well drawn. But my form of art is closer to realize than cartoon caricature.

30. I really like the fucking. Arc I had of drawing myself. No one knows what to make of it really, but it's such a good arc to look back on because it was really just the era I was getting comfortable and happy with how I appear.

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn’t see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it’s been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don’t use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn’t supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate

8. What’s an old project idea that you’ve lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don’t drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you’ve broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What’s a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[ogkarenn]

Vday and Post-VDay

February 14, 2019

1:00 to 3:30

My boyfriend and I started Heart's Day by eating at Samgyupsalamat. We were supposed to eat at Shakey's but impulsively chose to eat at this Kbbq resto because there's no waiting line (as you all know, Kbbq restos in the Ph are blockbusters). After this, we went to Bk for me to drop a bomb (yep, I guess my stomach badly reacts to oily foods), and to drink coffee (def the best for its price!!). We had so much fun talking about each other's lives and our plans for our future. We decided to head home after the clock hits 3am. My boyfriend texted me this "home bb weeeheee baby sobrang saya natin noh para tayong highschool couple weeeheee". I'm glad that he had fun, too 😊

21:00 to 2:00

My love and I went out on a date later that day. France fetch me from our house and he surprised me with a rose (really surprising because he isn't a big fan of giving flowers!! I also learned that it was his first time to give a flower to someone besides his mother 😍 damn, I'm a lucky woman ❤). Then we tried Ibaraki, a Jap resto that was owned by my boyfriend's college friend. Their food was fine (a little salty for my taste) and their service needs to improve (more attentive crew and less waiting time for the food, please). While waiting for our food, my boyfriend opened up a topic about our relationship. I have this tendency to talk too much about myself (and my family) kasi and it is something that I know I should improve on or else it would be toxic for the both of us. I'm glad that my boyfriend isn't afraid to tell me things that he thinks I should avoid doing because eventually those things can hurt our relationship. Anyway, after eating, we went to chill somewhere (Starbucks and Mcdo Antipolo but good lord, those places where jampacked!! Don't you have work people?!) but there were a lot of people in our chosen chill places (and we hate crowded places) so we just went to BPI to withdraw. Then, he brought me home na. I thought the day was over but we had a little fight (which did not end well with me falling asleep without fixing our problem because I'm tired af).

February 15, 2019

I did a lot of thinking this day. Imagine crying while riding the jeep? Damn, I'm being my usual Pisces self again. I'm too emotional and I overthink a lot. Anyway, I came to a realization that I don't want to lose the love of my life over something that I could have avoided (He thought that I did not appreciate the rose he gave me because of my reactions). So I planned to surprise my boyfriend after his work. After my tutor session, I went to Puregold to buy chicken and other stuff. I went home and rested for a while. At 8pm, I started doing my surprise gifts na. First, I made vouchers. Then, I cooked some chicken fingers and made two (2) dipping sauces. After which, I made notes saying: a) Something good for your tummy (Yakult), b) Something good for your blood - kasi high blood siya 😂 (Pineapple juice), c) Something to satisfy your cravings (Swiss miss), and d) Because a business tycoon needs to plan, right? (White board pens and eraser). At 11pm, I took a bath na then booked a Grab going to JP Chase and Morgan (because the parking lot where he parked his car is right across this building). I arrived at the parking lot around 12mn. I took me about 10 minutes to find his car because the parking was full and I don't know the car he brought that day (and I don't want to ask him which car did he bring because I don't want him to think that I was in BGC).

Here is my ig story from last night's surprise:

So I was waiting for my boyfriend to leave his office and when he finally said that he's leaving his office na I got extra giddy 😆 I was looking at the other side of the parking lot when I suddenly heard someone walking behind me.. And tadaaaaah! Both of us were surprised! These are the exact words he said when he saw me, "Ikaw pala yan. Kala ko kung sino. Yung nasa isip ko 'Ano yung ginagawa ng babae?'". Hahahaha! Then, I handed him my surprise gifts. We went inside his car, we rested for a bit (because we are both nahihilo), then he unpacked the gifts I gave him (he turned off the light because "baka maiyak ako" daw siya hihihi 😉). Then, he told me that he was very lucky ("naka-jackpot" even) to have me. Haaaay. I just love this man so much and I want him to feel that. I know that he's under a lot of stress lately and I want him to know that I'm always there for him. And it hurts me to see him sad and stressed. Haaay. I hope that we will soon find the answers and solutions to all our problems and questions. I love you so much, my baby love. I always do and I always will. ❤

(A photo of me and the love of my life 👩‍❤️‍👨)

[naturallyobsessed]

I know that the original creatior is a ck fan account but I will be doing any ships from my obsessions.

1 - ricky and ej

2 - snamione

3 - dramione, harry potter (seriously why did I ship them)

4 - I ship Ricky and EJ because it's fun to imagine how the series would be like if they got together

5 - I saw an edited video to 'treat you better' by mr. shawn mendes and I discovered dramione

6 - rini

7 - If we're talking about canon ships, then hinny. However, non-canon would be ricky and ej

8 - miguel and sam

9 - deamus

10 - rini

11 - i only know what otp means so that ig

12 - I think sam and miguel are so popular because people think they are more alike than miguel and tory

13 - I think deamus isn't as popular is because they were minor characters and people don't pay attention to them

14 - let's go with remadora: 7/10 (they're cute but, like, wolfstar)

15 - I have a headcannon for Romione: every night on their anniversary, ron plays a song on the piano for hermione. she always knows it's coming, but she always acts surprised. after a certain performance, she has tears in her eyes, because ron plays a song her and her parents listened to in the car. Ron sees her crying and immediately stops playing to hug her and ask what's wrong. She tells him "Oh, nothing, Ron. Keep playing, I liked it." And so he listened, making Hermione cry even more, but a little more quiet. When he officuially finishes the performance, he hugs her until she says to stop, which is at least a minute and a half. I know it's cheesy, but i think it's cute.

16 - my favorite canon moment of ruke is, obviously, when luke sings edge of great to reggie.

17 - ok, so imagine 'coffee shop au' but lawrusso. daniel works at a coffee shop to help pay the bills. Johnny doesn't want his friends to know this, but every day after karate practice he goes over to the local coffee shop. Johnny sees Daniel working there one day and immediately catches feelings. same for daniel.

18 - i'm too tired to rant rn but maybe i'll edit this when i'm more awake

19 - the quote "It was always you" reminds me of wolfstar

20 - the song "line without a hook" reminds me of cho and cedric

21 - i think lawrusso would go on a cute movie date. they would definietely obsess over grease together

22 - unfortunately, i do not think ricky and ej will ever be canon. its something that disney would never do, plus we wouldn't want the boy main character to end up with the boy "antagonist"

23 - i've never written a fic about ships that didn't include oc's, but if i did, it would most likely be the lawrusso au i mentioned before

24 - no other questions

ship asks

what is your absolute favorite ship?

what ship do you hate most?

what was your first ship, and what fandom is it from?

explain why do/don’t ship [pairing]

how did you start shipping [pairing]?

is there a ship that you used to ship, but don’t anymore?

what’s a ship you like that most people don’t?

what’s a ship you hate that most people like?

what is the most underrated ship, in your opinion?

what is the most overrated ship, in your opinion?

do you prefer [pairing] as an otp, brotp, or notp?

why do you think [pairing] is so popular?

why do you think [pairing] isn’t popular?

rate [pairing] from 1-10 and explain why

what’s your favorite headcanon of [pairing]?

what’s your favorite canon moment of [pairing]?

favorite AU ideas for [pairing]?

rant about [pairing]

what’s a meme/quote that reminds you of [pairing]?

what song(s) remind you of [pairing]?

what kind of dates do you think [pairing] would go on?

realistically, do you think [non-canon pairing] will ever be canon? why or why not?

have you ever written fanfiction/drawn fanart of [pairing]? would you consider it?

any other questions?