#I actually hate how this came out but ughhhh

[annoyinglilbro]

YOU FINALLY WROTE IT 🤩🤩🤩

PART 2 PART 2 PART 2 PART 2 PART 2 PA

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I told you I woulddd!! It takes me a minute sometimes 😭😭

The prince isn’t even sure what he’s doing. He fought himself for hours, debating whether or not to go and see that stupid knight. He decided he would, just to give him a piece of his mind! How dare he talk to him like that? And kissing his cheek? Yeah he was going but only to yell at him, really!

Only that’s not what ended up happening. He marched through the garden, eyes narrowed in on the knight who wasn’t in his armor for once. That’s what caught him off guard. He’d never seen the man outside of his uniform and here he was, in a loose fitting shirt and trousers. He was looking at the flowers, fingers softly caressing the petals and that shouldn’t have sent a shock up the princes spine but it did. His bare fingers toying with the red petals was an image that would be burned in his head, messing with him for unknown reasons. Maybe it’s the idea that he’s able to be gentle with something so delicate despite the various scars littering his body.

When the knight sees him he shoots him a wide grin, he’s quick to grab him by the wrist and start tugging him deeper into the garden, into places even he didn’t know existed.

“Hey what are you doing?!”

“Shhh keep your voice down. I’m just making sure we’re not interupted.”

“I don’t know what you think is happening here, I just came here to give you a piece of my mind, honestly you’re delusional if you th-mmphff!!”

Rough lips are pressed against him, silencing his complaints. Rough hands are sliding up his shirt and he shivers, not used to the feeling of being touched. Hes a prince, most admire with their eyes not their hands. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be shoved down into the dirt. He yips and glares up at the other man who just keeps looking at him with that stupid smile. Calloused fingers caress his face, thumb rubbing over his bottom lip.

“You ever suck a cock before?”

The prince sputters, face blushing brighter than the flowers he’s surrounded by. He shakes his head, eyebrows pinching together in a scowl.

“Ofcourse I haven’t! What is wrong with you?!”

The knight hums, grabbing the princes hand and pressing it between his legs. The prince is frozen, fingers slowly wrapping around the buldge. He’s never touched a cock before, and it’s new to him. He glances up to the knight with an unsteady gaze.

“I’ll show you how, don’t worry.” He’s already undoing the ties of his trousers.

The prince is nervously looking around, sure they’re hidden in brush and thorn but he doesn’t know who uses the garden often. He doesn’t know who is familiar with the twists and turns of this floral maze. It’s hard to care when he turns back and see the knights cock infront of it, hard and begging for attention.

He hesitates before running his hand up the length, feeling the slight curve it has and the weight of it in his hand. The knight groans, hips bucking forward for more friction.

“It’s okay, just start slow. Put your mouth on it, lick it, kiss it, I promise you can’t mess up. Anything you do will feel good, okay?” The knights hand is tangled in the princes hair, bringing his face to his cock. “No one will know but us, okay?”

The prince takes a slow breath before pressing his lips against the cock in his face. He kisses at the underside before sticking his tongue out. He gives a few experimental licks, adjusting to the salty taste in his mouth. The knight is moaning above him, clearly enjoying the treatment no matter how inexperienced it may be. When the prince finally takes the tip into his mouth, the knight has to stop himself from ramming down the princes throat.

“Fuck..there ya go. Good boy, you’re doing so good…just get used to it yeah?”

The prince hums, swirling his tongue around the tip and causing the knight to throw his head back. The prince struggles to take more in his mouth, pulling off and coughing when the head hits the back of his throat. The knight encourages him to keep trying, but his resolve is starting to snap.

He can’t stop himself when he grabs the prince by the hair and starts fucking into his throat roughly. Ignoring the whines and fists hitting against his thighs, he slams his cock in and out of the princes spasming throat.

“Yeah just like that…so fucking good fuck fuck fuck good fucking boy take it..”

The prince is struggling for air, his eyes pooling with tears that leak down his face and mix with the drool that’s all over his chin. His eyes are rolling back and his throat burns, his fists weakening against the knights thighs and he’s positive he’s going to pass out. When the knight pulls his face free from its abuse he’s gasping for air, sloppily wiping away the drool and precum from his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The air burns as it enters his lungs and he glaring up at the knight once again.

“Asshole! What is wrong with you?!” He wheezed out, voice hoarse and pained.

“Fuck I’m sorry, your mouth just feels so good. We’re almost done, promise.” The knight is on his knees now, forcing the prince further into the grass and dirt as he squeezes his legs together.

“H-hey! Don’t even think about-“

“I’m not! Don’t worry, I wouldn’t. Just trust me okay? Keep your thighs squeezed together…”

Not like he could really argue, the knight was already squeezing his legs together in a painful grip before slipping between them. The prince cringed at the feeling of his own spit coating his thighs like this. The knights weight ontop of him squeezes the air from his lungs once again, he’s pinned and trapped and can’t do much but let out little “ah..ah..ah..” as the knights ducks his thighs. His cock slips between his legs and presses against his own aching parts, the friction bringing him a dull pleasure that just isn’t enough.

“Pretty Prince, so fucking pretty. Fuck you feel so good too. Knew you would. So fucking good.”

The knight is pressed against his back, grunting and groaning in his ear like an animal in rut. He presses kisses to the princes shoulder, occasionally nipping at his neck while he uses him.

“M’gonna cum oh fuck M’gonna cum..” his grip around the prince gets tighter and he’s sure he’s going to bruise. That’s the only warning he gets before something warm and sticky coats the spot between his thighs. The knight lays there for a minute, pressing his forehead to the princes back and trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck…thank you thank you thank you..” he’s pulling himself free from the prince.

The prince sighs and rolls on his back, swiping between his legs with two fingers and examining the sticky mess there. It glistens on his fingers and he gives it a small lick, which pulls another groan from the knight.

“You’re so hot…”

“I’m a disgusting mess right now and it’s all your fault, you giant oaf! You have no self control, really!”

The knight pouts out his bottom lip, leaning in and kissing the glare off the princes face.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so pretty. It’s hard to control myself. I didn’t think you’d actually show. Give me a minute, I’ll clean you up yeah?”

The prince tries to look away when the knight pulls off his shirt and starts wiping away the mess between his legs but it’s hard. He’s toned and muscled, arms that’s could easily snap him in half and scars decorating his skin. Still, he’s a prince and that means he has to keep his composure, so he looks away and struggles to keep the glare on his face.

“Will…will you be in the garden again tomorrow?”

The knight pauses, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“If your majesty wishes me to be, then yes. I will spend every day here for my free time.”

[electric-plants]

really stumped trying to decide if the new trounce domain is actually that tedious or if i’m just stupid

[itsalwaysdark]

ill be like I can totally make a lighthearted post mentioning a kink i have and i wont even freak abt it. and then i freak abt it

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[dumplingsfordays]

Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?

what the hsr men smell like

ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt

cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)

note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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blade

~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.

~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~

~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!

~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?

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gepard

~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.

~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-

~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3

~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)

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jing yuan

~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.

~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)

~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3

~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??

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dan heng

~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus

~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-

~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D

~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3

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luocha

~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)

~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))

~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3

~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)

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welt

~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks

~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))

~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-

~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!

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[cryinhell]

No one asked, but here's my updated top ten hellaverse ships (both canon and not)

10) Stella x Striker

What can I say? I love an evil couple. I think these two look pretty hot together, and it's interesting how Striker seems to respect Stella despite hating blue bloods. These two aren't canon, but I wouldn't mind if they were

9) RadioRose

Despite having mixed feelings on Alastor, I think these two are just so cute. Either as a couple or just queer platonic partners, I don't care. Rosie seems to be the only person to make Alastor genuinely smile, and she's the only one who can touch him. There's a special bond there I really like

8) Verosika Mayday x Wally Wackford

So this is the biggest crack ship on this list, but I think in theory, it's so cute. I really want Verosika to be happy, and Wally, despite being a bit of a scammer, is really sweet. I'm totally cool with Verosika ending up with Barbie as well, but I slightly prefer Wally. I wonder if they will have more interactions in future episodes.

7) Fizzmodeus

Is this controversial? Probably. I know Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are so loved in this fandom, so putting them at number 7 is awful...but they aren't my favorite. I do like them, and I think they're really cute! I just have ships I like more, but that doesn't take away how sweet these two can be. Sometimes obnoxiously sweet heh. So yeah, no disrespect to these two

6) M&M

So these two were at first kinda meh for me, but over time, I've grown to love them. They have a pretty healthy relationship, and I always hate when someone bothers Millie for marrying Moxxie or saying Moxxie isn't a good enough husband. These two clearly love and respect each other and clearly grow together with every episode.

5) Staticmoth

Like I said, I love an evil couple. Valentino is a monster, and Vox is deplorable. That doesn't stop me from loving them as a couple and thinking they are cute. I think they both should die, but also would be sad cause come on, they're cute together.

4) Cherrisnake

I love Sir Pentious, I love Cherri Bomb, so obviously, them together is a fun pair. I shipped these two before the show came out and was so excited to see Pen having a crush on Cherri. They kinda remind me of the early versions of M&M, but they need a lot more time. Cherri isn't ready to accept love, and Sir Pentious is well...in a different world. I can't wait to see these two develop and become an actual couple.

3) Adamsapple

So this and Lucilith could be here. Lucifer being happy is the main objective, and its Adamsapple is so fun. They clearly have a history, and there's a lot of feelings. If Adam comes back in season 2, I'd love to see this be fleshed out. I doubt they'd be a couple, but maybe friends? Who knows. I'm fine with this one not being canon, and just something fun in the fandom

2) Stolitz

Stoltiz is pretty important to me because it really got me involved in the fandom. I've been watching Helluva Boss since the beginning, but episode one of season two had me from casual watcher to actual fan. Blitzø is one of the characters I really relate to, and Stolas is just a really well written character. I love the development of these two and they are worth waiting for. I really gotta draw some fanart of them because they are everything

1) Huskerdust

Are you surprised? You must be new. These two are my everything and all time otp in the Hellaverse. I've talked so much about why I love them, and I will continue to do so until I can't any longer. Angel and Husk are not only my favorite characters individually, but their growing friendship and eventual relationship are just so ughhhh. I love these losers, and they will always be number one.

Thanks for reading my nonsense

Have a good one 💜💜

[jishyucks]

Happy Holidays! The Universe Hates Me. — hrj

‣ pairing: huang renjun x reader

‣ genre: fluff, academic-rivals-to-(implied)lovers, forced proximity, kinda slice-of-life

‣ wc: 3.7k

‣ summary: You don’t hate many things, but you could proudly say that you hate snow and Huang Renjun. And now that the universe has decided that it was a great idea to have you snowed in with the smartass himself, you’ll gladly add the universe to that list.

‣ warnings: slightly one-sided rivalry (more so Renjun’s developed feelings before reader so he’s acting on it before reader even gets what they’re feeling), the pair eat some cup ramen, set in that weird period where they dk how they feel

‣ an: I rly thought this was going to be easy to write but sike (⊙_⊙) ig its bc its basically e2l and these r difficult to write,, I was excited to write Renjun's but idk if I did my own idea justice,, anyways I hope it's still a fun read!

Series Masterlist

You’ve never been so nervous for a final in your life.

Sure, you didn’t find the content difficult, nor did you feel lost. Hell, if you were asked to explain the content with no aids, you can confidently do it. 

The only reason why you were so nervous for a damn final was because you knew that Huang Renjun was going to do better than you. Why? You’re not sure. But you had this gut feeling that his name was going to be listed right above yours on that stupid list and you were not going to let that happen. 

“You need to go home soon, okay?” Karina frowns. She’s all bundled up, a scarf tightly wrapped over her face to shield her from Jack Frost. She knows how much of a workaholic you were, especially when it came to Renjun, “It’s getting late. It’s already dark out and there’s no one else here. Text me when you get home.”

You nod, “I will, I promise. I’ll just finish this last lesson and then I’ll leave. I’m hungry, anyway.” 

Her stern expression softens underneath her scarf and she teasingly ruffles your hair, “Talk to you later, honeybun.” 

You wave and watch her leave before turning back to the scattered papers in front of you, your laptop burning holes in your eyes because you’ve been staring at it for way longer than a physician’s recommendation. The final was on physics, something that wasn’t your strongest suit. It was probably because the way your teachers decided to word the questions on exams screwed you over—but then again, you couldn’t blame your struggles on that. 

Maybe you did just suck at physics. 

Your eyes scanned the lesson you were currently studying, quietly reading it under your breath so that you could process the information—critical threshold… velocity… laminar to turbulent… fluid and momentum… the dissipation of energy…

“Ughhhh!” 

Your heart drops to your stomach, eyes almost slipping out of their sockets at the sound of another person groaning. You clearly remember Karina just saying that there wasn’t anyone else here. 

Then who in the actual fuck…

Your mind jumps to conclusions and thinks up the worst-case scenario. It could be a ghost… were you Scrooge and the ghosts here to visit you? No fucking way… you loved Christmas… Or it could be a murderer. But what kind of murderer groans before he reaches his target?

Using this as an excuse to procrastinate, you quietly push your chair away from the table and stand up. You can recall that the groaning echoed from the back of the library, so you begin making your way down to the back of the room. Your attempt to keep your footsteps quiet, barely lifting them off from the ground.

You guess you were making your way in the correct direction because now you can hear the sound of muffled music. You suppose it was coming out of the other person’s headphones. 

As you approach the end of one of the aisles of books, you bend over and peek through the cracks between the books. Your eyes betray you, not focusing on the figure sitting at one of the tables because the books are in the way. Leaning closer, you squint to get a better look at the figure studying, head bopping to the music blaring through their headphones. 

Who is that?

When your eyes finally adjust, you curse under your breath.

Personally, you would rather it be a murderer on the other side of the shelf. 

Because Huang Renjun of all people? Here? With you? Did the universe hate you or something?

You let out a faint groan, squeezing your eyes before you go to turn back to your table. 

Of course, Huang Renjun would be here and studying late. There’s a small tiny part of you that wasn’t even surprised that Renjun was the only other person at school at this hour. There was a reason why you felt like he was seriously going to do better than you on this physics final. He worked for it despite being naturally intelligent. 

“Fucking Huang Renjun,” you gently let your forehead fall forward, making a gentle thud against the table. Fucking Huang Renjun because, suddenly, you no longer feel hungry and you now desperately wanted to finish a week’s worth of content before leaving. Sure the idea was immature—doing all this for some guy who thought he was smarter than everyone else—but you couldn’t help it. This was how it’s been since junior high. 

And old habits die hard, right?

For the next 2 hours, you push yourself to study for the stupid final, eyes straining as you continuously shift them between your laptop screen and your papers. And you say push yourself because now that you had the knowledge that Renjun was sitting metres away from you, you somehow could not focus for the life of you. It was like he had cast some spell on you to do anything but focus on physics. 

You groan. You have been reading the same paragraph on boundary layers for the past ten minutes, now hyper-aware of Renjun, and words blurring together. Despite your efforts, your mind wanders, and occasional stolen glances in his direction betray your attempts at concentration.

With an irritated sigh, you shake your head, attempting to bring yourself back to the task at hand. Why the fuck is Renjun occupying so much of your headspace?

Feeling defeated, you reach forward, roughly shutting your laptop closed before you begin bunching your papers up together. Not a single fibre in your body even cared if it was organized or not—that was for you to worry about later—because you just wanted out of here and away from Renjun before he completely plagues your mind. 

Finally, you throw your bag over your shoulder and begin making your way out of the library. 

Meanwhile, Renjun, who was managing well with his work catches sight of your figure leaving, winter coat zipped up to your nose. 

“Wait, Y/N!” 

You turn back to find Renjun pushing his seat back, getting up to make his way towards you. 

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes. You continue making your way out of the room, ignoring Renjun’s calls for you to stop. 

The mature response would be to, well, stop and listen, but after Renjun just indirectly wasted 2 hours of your life trying to absorb some information on physics, you didn’t want anything to do with him. You just wanted to go home and eat, before you pull another all-nighter to make up for the lost time. 

“Y/N!” 

You were jogging now, treating the situation like Renjun was some kind of monster coming after you. It was odd that Renjun was keeping up with you, tailing you like he was one of those salesmen trying to get you to try a sample of their product. 

You’re relieved when you see the front doors of the school ahead of you, streetlights illuminating through the small half-windows. You feel your feet pick up its pace, eager to finally get out of the building and get fresh air. 

“Y/N!” Renjun’s out of breath, “You can’t leave!” He reaches out and quickly grabs your wrist. The contact causes shivers to run up your arm and you’re quick to pull your limb back. 

Brows furrowed, you sent him daggers through your glare, “And why not?” 

Renjun fishes his phone out from his hoodie pocket and he holds it up despite you not being close enough to see anything on it, “The news. All the roads are closed. No cars on the roads. We’re stuck in here until they say everything’s clear.” 

“You’re lying.” Your stubborn ass refuses to believe Renjun. 

Renjun huffs, “Just check it for your fucking self if you don’t want to believe me.” His arms crossed and he pushes all his weight onto one leg. 

Reluctant to look stupid, you slowly pull your own phone out. You realize that you actually haven’t looked at any notifications lately, all your focus directed toward studying. When you finally look at your phone, you’re met with tens of notifications, both from the news app and a handful from your family members and friends, mainly Karina, who are asking if you’re going home soon or if you’ve gone home because of the news the city sent out about the roads. 

“And why didn’t you leave?” you say awkwardly, “When they sent the warnings out?” 

Renjun swallows his spit, “I didn’t see any of them either. I was too caught up with studying.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you mutter. The realization of the situation starts to sink in—you're trapped at school, possibly overnight, and your only company is Huang Renjun, the boy who’s decided to make himself the bane of your existence. Then, you find yourself teetering between relief that you're not alone and frustration that you're stuck with Huang Renjun of all people.

Your eyes flicker at Renjun, who’s waiting for you to say something to him. And you do, “This is all your fault!”

Renjun’s mouth falls open slightly, the space in between his eyebrows wrinkling at your accusation, “How the hell is this my fault? I didn’t tell the damn city to close the roads!” Renjun holds himself back from raising his voice, but the emptiness of the halls causes it to bounce off the walls. 

“If I hadn’t seen you studying and being the overachiever you are, I would have gone home earlier,” you argue back. The second it slips from your lips, you realize how stupid you actually sound—but you don’t say anything. Without saying another word, you push past Renjun intending to return your spot in the library. 

Renjun, however, isn't one to let things slide. He follows you back into the library, his frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. "So, it's my fault you chose to stay? That you didn’t see the notifications?” 

You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, not slowing your pace. "I chose to stay because of you! Trying too hard being a model student." 

Despite it being pretty clear that the argument was childish and that it was going nowhere, you and Renjun were far too stubborn to back down. 

Renjun scoffs, catching up to you. "Trying too hard!? I study because I take my education seriously. Maybe if you put in half the effort I do, you wouldn't be lagging behind."

"Oh, spare me, Renjun.” Your blood boils at his condescending tone, whirling around to face him and eyes ablaze with frustration. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

This is where you can see Renjun physically falter. The stress in his brows goes slack and there’s a shift in his expression, “Insufferable? Y/N I—”

"Whatever, Renjun. I really don’t want to speak to you right now.” You roll your eyes and turn your back on him, “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I have a fucking final to study for.”

Ignoring his attempts to keep the conversation alive, you make your way back to your table, your anger simmering in your chest. Renjun watches you go, a mixture of annoyance and something else in his eyes.

The library becomes a battleground of silent tension, each of you (mostly you) seething in your own space.

You set your table back up the way it previously was. Then, you quickly send your friends and family texts explaining what had happened and why you weren’t home by now. 

You attempt to start where you left off, the words Boundary Layers practically taunting you at this point. The phrase is pissing you off and you’ve read it enough times for you to be able to recite the sentence from the textbook perfectly. 

Wave interference, you read, eyes blinking at the screen—something about paths intersecting and creating new patterns of unity… discord… 

You let your eyes do the rest of the scanning, not exactly absorbing any of the material before you move on. At this point, you feel like not studying entirely. Besides, you weren’t exactly in the right state of mind to be absorbing material. 

The clock at the front of the library reads 8:28 and you feel like taking a nap is the best idea right now. It’ll help you cool off, pull you back in the right headspace and perhaps help you with the all-nighter you’ll probably pull tonight. 

Twisting your body, you pull your jacket off of your chair, folding it to create a makeshift pillow. Sliding your things aside, you place the pillow in front of you and shimmy your butt back against the chair before leaning forward to rest your head against it. In all honesty, it wasn’t the most comfortable place to rest your head, but it will have to do for now. 

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The shuffling of feet and the clattering of objects woke you from your nap.

You don’t move, nor do you open your eyes, all you do is listen to try and figure out what the hell is going on. Through the fabric of your jacket, you can hear that Renjun is moving things around on your table and you can’t help but feel your anger shoot up. 

You keep your cool on the outside, pretending to stir in your sleep before you peek through half-opened eyelids. 

You’d honestly find this part funny if you were watching a drama. But the thing was, you weren’t watching a drama. And it was anything but funny. 

Slowly, you raise your head to get a better look at what Renjun was up to, fully expecting him to be messing with your belongings. You guess you were doing your job correctly because Renjun seems to not have noticed you looking at him. 

The scene (you embarrassingly admit) warms a piece of your heart just by a little bit—and you hate that it does.

Renjun’s trying to keep your papers organized, stacking them horizontally and then vertically to keep them grouped in the stacks you already had them in. He had even moved your laptop to a safer spot, off to the side. 

The reason why he was doing all this was sitting just across the table from you and to Renjun’s left. 

Two cups of instant ramen.

“What are you doing?'' Your voice comes out more hoarse than you’d like, but it was probably because you’ve been napping for what felt like an hour or two. 

Renjun freezes, lips parting slightly and eyes growing two times its size when he realizes that you’re awake. Sure, he would have had to wake you up sooner or later, but you waking up on your own wasn’t part of his plan. He should’ve done all this a bit quieter. 

“I…” He starts. Renjun gulps and pulls back, wringing his hands through sweater paws. 

You wait for him to give you a coherent reply, looking at him in hopes of forcing one out of him. 

Renjun’s at a loss for words, afraid that you wouldn’t quite get him if he explained his reasoning. He leans over and wraps his hand around one of the noodle cups, gently sliding it toward you. 

You blink at the steaming cup in front of you, caught between annoyance and a peculiar sense of gratitude. "Are you trying to make this situation bearable or something?" 

“Well it wouldn’t be fair competition if only I was able to eat, would it?” Renjun shrugs. From his hoodie pocket, Renjun pulls out a plastic fork wrapped in tissue, one he had probably taken from the cafeteria, and places it next to your cup of noodles, “Eat.” 

You blink at the noodles and eye the boy suspiciously, “You didn’t do anything to it, did you?” You mistrustfully pull the fork toward you, unwrapping it before you dip it into the soup. 

“Of course not… I’m not evil.” A scoff shoots out through Renjun’s nose. 

Renjun pulls out a chair from your table, taking a seat before pulling his own cup of noodles toward him. 

Your eyes linger on Renjun for a moment longer, contemplating whether or not you should believe him. Eventually, hunger wins over skepticism, and you take a cautious bite of the noodles. They taste surprisingly good, given the circumstances. 

For a while, there's a strange quiet as both of you focus on your meal. The only sounds are the occasional slurps and the storm outside rattling the windows. It's a bizarre scene, you and Renjun sharing instant ramen in the middle of the night, trapped at school. Who would have thought? 

As you dig into your food, you start feeling a shift in your mood. The annoyance from being woken up slowly turns into a grudging acknowledgement that Renjun tried to make things a bit less crappy. It's kind of funny when you think about it. You two had a small argument earlier, and now here you are, quietly sharing a meal. It's like an unspoken agreement, maybe a truce, even if neither of you is ready to admit it out loud.

Meanwhile, Renjun seems engrossed in his noodles, occasionally glancing in your direction as if gauging your reaction to the impromptu meal. He looks like he wants to say something, but he’s not choosing to do so despite the tension that is usually present in your interactions being strangely minimal. 

Finally, you break the silence. "Where did you get the noodles?"

He looks at you, brows raising at your willingness to start a conversation. "It’s not my first time staying past dinner. I have a stash in my locker."

“Not surprised,” you mumble. You pick the cup up and bring the rim up to your lips. Tipping your head back, you take sips of the soup, feeling the warmth of the fluids fall into your stomach like a hug. 

“Oh, shut up,” Renjun groans, “Or else I’ll take the noodles back.”

“Lucky for me,” you look at him and laugh, “I’m finished.” When you plop the fork back into the cup, it makes that noise you hear when you scratch the cardboard. 

Renjun hums. "Well then, I guess you owe me one. After all, you're enjoying the hospitality of my secret noodle stash." 

You roll your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance, but there's a glint of amusement in your eyes. Of course, Renjun would take this opportunity to gain something for himself. It was such a Renjun move. It’s always been like this. "I could've survived just fine without your instant noodles."

He chuckles, taking the last slurp of his own noodles before he deems himself finished, too. "And yet, you still ate it all up like a starved puppy.” 

There’s a beat of silence before you lean forward, resting your head on your propped arm, “I guess I should say thank you, huh?” 

Renjun grins and you only notice it because it’s more evident in his eyes than it was on his lips. He was seemingly pleased with your acknowledgment, but he quickly covered it up with a nonchalant shrug, "Don't mention it.” His voice comes out soft, mirroring the setting, “If you passed out from hunger under my watch, wouldn’t want that tainting my ‘model student’ image.”

You give him a side-eye, feeling the sudden need to tease him, “Don’t lie, Huang Renjun, you secretly care about me.” The statement was mostly a joke, so you think nothing of it. You stack your empty cup onto Renjun’s and stand up to throw it out. You don’t notice the way Renjun freezes in his seat for half a second.

“And what if I did?” Renjun shrugs. He gulps and feels the sudden need to flee the situation—Why did he say that? 

You turn to face him, surprised by his response. Renjun's casual demeanour, though slightly defensive, holds a hint of genuineness. It's a side of him you're not used to seeing, and it catches you off guard. 

"What if you did what?" you ask, feigning ignorance to see if Renjun would elaborate. A part of you is afraid of what he’s going to say. 

“What if I did care about you?” Renjun’s playing with the corner of one of your papers, creating a sound that fills the silence between the two of you, “I don’t hate you as a person, you know… I get that we always compete in grades and extracurriculars but… I don’t hate you as a person.” 

The confession makes your heart skip a beat and you catch yourself beginning to chew on your bottom lip, something you do when you’re nervous. The unexpected sincerity in his words causes you to halt your own, a momentary pause in your banter. You've grown used to the constant back-and-forth, the verbal sparring that characterizes your interactions with Renjun. This, however, feels different. 

"You're messing with me, right?" you reply, half expecting him to smirk and dismiss the entire conversation as a joke.

“What do you think?” Renjun retorts. 

You take a moment to think everything through. You have a good feeling Renjun’s not joking, that he really doesn’t hate you as a person, and you can’t help but think about the other possibilities of what this meant. Then you think about how you feel towards Renjun because you guess you at least owed him that. 

“You don’t need to say anything now,” Renjun assures, “It’s… confusing. Even I'm still figuring things out… I just know that I don’t hate you.” 

"You're not as insufferable as I claim you are,” you begin cautiously, “But it pisses me off that you both distract and motivate me when it comes to school.” And this was true. Today was a good example of that, though you weren’t entirely sure where these stem from. 

Renjun raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smile. "I'll take that as a compliment.” 

You roll your eyes. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Renjun. I’m just saying—” “—Saying that you like me more than you think you do?” Renjun interrupts, “I know, I know.”

Your eyes narrow at Renjun, “You wish.” 

A moment of understanding passes between you, and for the first time, the competitiveness in your dynamic softens. It's not yet a friendship, but it's a recognition that there's more to each other than the constant rivalry. 

Renjun laughs, which transitions into a yawn. He acknowledges your comment with a hum, “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up in a bit so I can study?”

You playfully roll your eyes, a small smile lingering on your lips. 

“Well it wouldn’t be fair competition if I didn’t, would it?”

tags: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi

an: the next few parts of the series might be posted a day late (until Felix,, but we'll see!). Next up is Jisung which I feel like will be ADORABLE. ty for taking the time to read! I would love to hear your thoughts even if its something short! hope you enjoyed it!

[sufferu]

i don't have the energy for a second essay, so I'll just cheat by using preexisting media. it was better in my head at work sorry.

the reason why you get complaints about Julimilia is that it is a betrayal of the stated premise of Back to Zero.

"Everyone finds out about Subaru's bs and crit fails everything."

vs what you are writing

"Everyone finds out about Subaru's bs, crit fails everything, and Emilia forms a romantic relationship with Julius in the background."

or to quote a writer about a space demon clown:

"Why does no one complain about the child gore in the story about kids facing a space demon, but always complains about the child orgy that I shoved in?"

I came across the term 'Bishonen' (Beautiful Boy) a while back as one of the beauty standards for Japanese teenage boys and young men, because they loved a 70s actor whose name I forgot.

*wikis it*

ah, so ancient asian asthetic instead of the glamrock era.

anyways, I firmly believe that Julius fits this mold. see the reverse harem members of classic shoujo manga and anime "Ouran Highschool Host Club"

this is half of the reason why Subaru is so annoyed at him in arc 3. because the literal beauty standard was given flesh.

secondly we have to go back a few centuries to a land of knights.

do the names of King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, and Lancelot mean anything to you?

i mean it's not a perfecting mapping, but the vibes are the same.

Subaru doesn't have the adventuring experience of being a knight prince. no caliburn (the actual Sword in the Stone/Sword of Selection), his merlin actively hates him to the point of trying to mold him into a living weapon.'

sure Rem is on his side (oh wait, this is Back to zero). sure Subaru can hel- oh wait they are putting him on the bottom of a massive cuddle pile.

it is true that Subaru and Emilia aren't married yet. however Julius can map to Lancelot excellently. being the superior model of subaru/.

Subaru being a spirit knight with the ability to only support one spirit vs julius six.

Subaru being unable to fight without his spirit (at this point in time) vs Julius being able to hold his own.

Subaru being uneducated in knightly manners vs Julius basically MAKING those standards.

Subaru being unable to protect others.

Subaru has no backup.

so, you've inadvertently made Subaru part of the Forever Alone club. not the sexist assholes that push everyone away,

I mean the people who just fall short of the very real competition that everyone and everything existing takes part in.

the mentally and physically disabled that can't work and can only subsist off the help and charity of others.

it's not the post to detail how Subaru can be argued to be disabled compared to everyone else.

...ugh I need more sleep because this feels incoherent. guess Im expanding the King Arthur, Guinevere, and Lancelot in the EssayTM. say what's that word count?

1986 and it's no where done. ughhhh why must I be the coherent/wordy one of my side of the debates?

…I believe that I fundamentally disagree with a lot of what you are saying, but I don’t really feel that I can say anything until you finish the point that you are trying to make, lol.

[hellishvxbes]

I never actually figured out what everyone’s grand dislike of personal blogs came from.

I think maybe I just don’t give enough fucks but personals have always been fun to me. Especially back in the day, like it was pretty okay? Even now, I love when they liked my headcanons, or reblog thoughts I have about things. Those things never bothered me.

It made me feel more seen than I do in the RPC sometimes 😭 I know everyone has their preferences but me personally (lol) don’t have a problem.

Reblog memes from me, I couldn’t care less if it’s from the source or not. Like my posts, I like the validation lmao. I just !! Tumblr rpc has gotten so ughhhh since I was a youngin on here myself, sometimes you look back at how everything has changed 😭 thing even I do that I hate. Ya know like TAGS. Bane of my existence.

Or worrying about my aesthetic when we didn’t really give that much of a fuck about it back then. 3 way roleplays being much more of a thing.

I do like how this fandom does the dash com, like every can jump in and make a post about whatever seems to be happening. I think that’s one of the reasons I struggle sometimes with tumblr is that I’m very much in the past. And miss what community felt like before we were all kind of tip toeing around each other.

[love-is-a-pearl]

Oh, lmao yeah my bad I forgot to mention there were a lot of ships in there. I sincerely think everybody is paired is someone, but I opt to ignore the romance in favor of storytelling and character dynamics. I'm sitting there going "alright. make things worse. make relationships complicated, write ten different kinds of them and then write how they're mended." It's a study on writing to me but I forgot not everybody sees fics that way lol. Some of the things that stuck with me were the conversations adult characters have with each other, but if that content and (definitely more than one pregnancy) is a squick, that's so fair to avoid it. When I was a kid, I used to read those "spy AU" fics a lot LOL, I think my first Pokemon fic was one and it was a Pearlshipping one too. I'm not much of a shipper to begin with, so I'm very easily convinced by others. Ikari tho...Paul is too mean for that, I don't even know where the "troublesome" nickname came from and why it turned into a term of endearment XD It sure is hard to find fics without the main 4 pairing tho huh? Back to relationships tho, since you're on that anime rewatch, if there's any instance of say...oooh, like that episode with Lance and the Gyarados? Ash tried to use the friendship speech to talk Gyarados down, and Lance had to teach him that doesn't work all the time. I think a list of stuff Ash learns from others could be fun. You already got one with the Snowbelle City badge. I've seen a lot of good Ash fics that respect his personality for what it is, and good adults (like Kukui) coming to understand him. Brock and Misty too, I think this thing fics do when they touch upon their family situations and their personal growth is always fun. Hard to write, but really good. I've got one anime only thing you might like, and its this tribute video, type "Pokemon Bonjour Au Revoir" into youtube :3

No worries! And you're absolutely right about seeing ships as character explorations! I am trying to get out of my comfort zone and try other fics since there are some VERY GOOD ones out there that I don't know about because I insist on staying on the ash/dawn; ash&dawn; dawn/zoey or aro ash tags :v

Is not that I hate Ikari, is more that.. If I'm going to read Ikari then it should be from someone whose OTP is Ikari if that makes sense? Not the "this is a pokeshipping fanfic and I need Dawn to be with someone because of compulsory heteronormativeness" yknow? I think I've said it before but.. if you have no strong attachment for a ship, dont include it in your fics... It feels like following a checklist and it's irritating when characters personalities are twisted to make a ship work instead of idk just using those characters by themselves.

Main ikarishippers actually have very cool ideas from what I've seen in the wild (aka fanart). It just bothers me a LOT when every single living being is paired with someone in fanfics... BEING 👏 SINGLE 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 A 👏 SIN!

And yeahhhh QAQ there's always a 90% chance Dawn will end up with Paul in Pokeshipping fics, Kenny in Amourshipping and Chloe in Journeyshipping. And I just... ughhhh please please stop, she can be single i beg you Dawn is not going to steal Ash if you leave her unsupervised I prommy orz

Ohh that's a cool idea! There's indeed lots of instances he learns something that he takes with him for the rest of the anime but is easy to miss. Not to mention the other way around (people learning from him) that some absolutely deserve to be remembered and talked about more (Gary's Electivire using his tail just like Bayleef uses her vines my beloved)

And yeah! Fanfics that explore platonic relationships really need more attention. Is one thing the anime rarely focused on but when it did it was really good (Mallow's relationship with both her father and mother is something small but so special to me. I would love more explorations of that family and how she feels having to take the role of mother so young and how she wanted to just have people around her appreciate how much she sacrificed when doing that)

Ohh, thanks for the rec! That was such a GORGEOUS animatic! Is a very cute homage to the OG series indeed!

Leaving it here for anyone who wanna see it btw

[cherryberry444]

december 22: mistletoe

prev.

❝kiss me underneath the mistletoe, show me, baby, that you love me so-oh-oh❞

contains: sexual innuendos, drinking

word count: 1395

rhea

i woke up to a pounding headache and dizzy head. “ughhhh” i groaned, looking up to see i was still clinging to luke’s chest…oh.

“good morning, princess” he said in his morning voice, looking at me sweetly.

i gasped softly. “oh my god i’m sorry i’m so clingy when i’m drunk” i said getting off of him.

“you’re fine, rhé” luke shook his head.

“fuck, my head hurts” i rubbed my eyes.

“i’m sure, i’ll go get you tylenol and a snack” he said getting up before i could tell him he didn't have to. he came back less than a minute later with two pills and a granola bar.

“thank you” i said taking the pills with my water and opening the granola bar.

“you’re welcome..you were pretty drunk, you know?” he said sitting next to me. “drunk enough to ask me to stay in bed with you”

“well, actually, i wanted to suggest you sleep in here since like..day one. it’s not like it’d make things weird between us..we’re friends who cuddle” i shrugged, hating what was i saying.

“friends who cuddle..right” he repeated hesitantly. “well, i don’t know, i just didn’t know if you’d be uncomfortable or if you needed your privacy”

“i’m not uncomfortable. are you uncomfortable?”

“no..”

“great! then stay” i insisted.

“even with all your plushies sharing space with us?” he teased.

“hey, i only brought two. they comfort me.”

“you’re 21 years old”

“why am i being bullied?”

“i’m not bullying you” he denied.

“you are. you’re just jealous.” i teased, taking another bite of my granola bar.

“jealous? of what?” luke asked.

“cus they get to sleep in here and you had to sleep on the couch.”

“right..well not anymore! thanks rhé!..by the way, how much of last night do you exactly remember?” he asked.

“uhh pretty much everything. i really wasn’t that drunk.”

“oh”

“so yes i remember what you told me last night luke, even if you said it thinking i wouldn’t.”

“oh”

“we don't have to talk about it at all though”

“yeah.. there's not much else to say i don't think”

“that's perfectly fine, i understand.”

“alright”

“alright”

we’re interrupted by thalia bursting into the room. she gasps dramatically. “i knew it!” she exclaims, pointing at us.

“what..” we respond in unison.

“i knew he’d be in here! i knew you two would do it!” thalia exclaimed, clarisse and nina came in after her.

“what!! no, no, we didn’t do it, we didn't do anything! i’d never take advantage of someone like that.” luke quickly denied.

“ohhh my mistake, i thought you were drunk too” thalia said.

“no, i was smart and only drank beer”

“you mean boring” nina chimed in.

“exactly” i nodded in agreement.

“don’t knock it til you try it!” chris said, appearing from behind them.

“oh i did..and it was trash” nina responded.

“wait so if y’all didn’t hook up..what did y’all do?” clarisse asked.

“sleep” we responded.

“oh. boring” clarisse said dismissively.

“so can everyone stop having a get together at my front door or are y’all in here for a reason?” i asked.

“sassy” thalia mumbled.

“well, we’re actually going gift shopping so, get your asses up” clarisse answered.

we soon got up and got ready and headed to the store once again. we somehow managed to get gifts by splitting up and sneaking our bags in individually. very unconventional, but we got the job done nonetheless. once we got home, i was blasting christmas and party music once more and clarisse pulled out twister, life, charades and cup pong for us to play for the rest of the day. in which of course, i mostly dominated. i drank more rosé because it was the holidays and i don’t care!..but i did go much slower this time around. lastly we did karaoke, which i was very excited for.

luke

rhea was unfortunately one of those people at karaoke who could actually sing and wasn’t afraid of pretending or hiding it. her song of choice was A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter, which was..a choice. it was a little..provocative for sweet little rhea. it was clearly a joke and i knew how much she loved sabrina but i couldn’t help but feel a little flustered thinking about rhea doing any of the things in the song..especially with me. i listen to her soothing and honey like voice as i watch in a trance as she sweetly sways her hips, singing lyrics like “i'll take you for a ride, i'll be your vixen” and “you said you like my stockings better on the floor” proudly with a smirk. with the way she glances at me often i can’t help but think she’s actively trying to seduce me but i know it’s all in my head. we’re just friends, that’s what she said this morning and i’m sure she said it to ensure it’s kept that way. taking a chance on doing anything, anything further with rhea would just fuck shit up. and i refused to fuck shit up. letting my heart and my dick get the best of me wasn’t worth ruining a perfectly good friendship. which is why i ended up in the situation i was in later that night once karaoke was over.

rhea

i stood there, between the kitchen and the living room, frozen in shock. luke stood directly in front of me with an unreadable expression. a mistletoe hanging from the wall on top of our heads.

oh god. when did someone even put this up here?

“well.. you know what must be done, you two” thalia said.

“go ahead..you know you wanna” clarisse added.

“i’d rather not” luke answered blankly, scratching his head.

oh, ok..

i laughed awkwardly. “it’s just a stupid christmas thing anyway, it’s fine guys” i shook my head.

“since when do you think anything christmas is stupid?” chris asked.

can they leave me alone?

“one kiss won't hurt guys” nina said.

“are we being peer pressured?” i asked.

“yes” they all responded.

luke groaned.

“he clearly doesn’t want to guys, just drop it.” i said with a fake laugh.

luke looked at me for a second before leaning in and giving me a kiss.. on the cheek.

“are y’all happy now?” he asked.

my friends murmured in dislike and shook their heads in response.

i felt humiliated. i scoffed, practically running out the room and into my bedroom.

“rhé!” luke called after me.

i tried hard not to slam the door, going to sit on the bed. i felt like an idiot, being so in love with my best friend who clearly didn't feel the same way about me at all. to the point where the thought of him even kissing me casually seemed to repulse him. to the point where he refused to even consider it. was i that unappealing? was all the flirting and all the moments i saw as romantic just fun and friendly to him?

“rhea” luke said, barging in.

“don’t you knock?” i snarled, refusing to look at him.

“i sleep here” he said.

“yeah, cus i said you could, but i was drunk and clearly overstepping..so you don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“rhé what are you talking about?”

“don’t wanna make you uncomfortable”

“i’m not”

“well the way you just acted as if i was too disgusting and repulsive to kiss under a fucking mistletoe”

“what?! neither of those things are true, rhé” luke said, turning to look at me.

“right..”

“rhea you’re being silly”

“i’m being silly?”

“yes it’s just a christmas thing it’s not mandatory we kiss, who cares?”

i sighed. “it’s the way you acted”

“rhea i already told you”

“i don’t care what you say. i know what it felt like ok?!”

“you said we’re friends”

“we are. so what’s the problem? if it’s just a casual kiss?” i asked.

“cus if i kiss you rhé..i don’t ever want it to be a casual thing”

“what are you talking about, luke?”

“rhea, i could never kiss you and have you thinking it’s meaningless to me”

“i’m..really not understanding”

“rhea” he reaches for my hand. “i like you far too much to kiss you for nothing”

i think i stopped breathing.

[moviesludge]

guy from high school added me on fb a few months ago. i was never really close with him. he was more of a friend of a friend type. i thought I remembered him getting involved in military somehow. And I remember it seeming like he was one of those guys that is very intense. like you get the vibe that he might snap some day and kill somebody or something. freaked me out a bit but I think he disappeared back then. So he pops up as a friend request a couple of months ago. Super courteous and polite guy but political vibes were off to me even though he didn't seem to post anything really overt. Then I posted a MARS ATTACKS painting of three kids that had just beaten down one of the martians with weapons. One of the kids was Black and this guy comes in making a comment about "DEI" something something. I acted like I didn't know what it was and asked him about it. He described it in a sort of innocuous way and I replied like "oh ok" and then he deleted his comment.

He had weighed in a couple times on other posts I made, with a helpful and constructive spirit. He seemed thoughtful and proactive, which I appreciated, but I felt like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. So Just a few minutes ago, I saw that he posted a link to a Matt Walsh documentary called "what is a woman?". I'm not familiar with that guy or the doc but right away I'm like ughhhh shit. So I look up Matt Walsh on twitter and of course I have him blocked. (I block everybody who sucks), so I check out his profile and of course it's an anti-trans pile of shit doc and the guy describes himself as a "fascist theocracy" guy. I don't consider myself a really sharp guy, but if you're perusing the "market of ideas" or whatever and you see "FASCIST THEOCRACY" you can stop reading. And if you don't, there is something seriously wrong with you.

So you know. 5 or 10 years ago I might have messaged the guy and had a conversation telling him that I don't want to be friends with someone who is into stupid hateful shit like that and posts about it, but I've tried that a few times and it goes about as well as you can imagine. I'm not interested in explaining why you should shut the fuck up and let people live their lives the way that feels right to them, as long as they aren't hurting anyone. That is some basic life shit, and I think you either get that or you don't. And if you don't get that and you feel the need to spread some stupid chudbrain garbage like that, I do not want to be your friend, no matter how nice and helpful and courteous you act towards me. And maybe that's shameful of me. I own that. Because I am far too angry of a person to have the patience to entertain the idea of trying to guide people back from embracing hate and fascism. I know it's probably better to be a good influence to people like that, but I need all the peace and calm I can get in my life right now (especially now), and I go from 0 to psychotically pissed off and stressed out when I have to see people floating dumb hateful garbage in my periphery. Maybe I can work on this in the future and achieve my own robust source of patience and peace, but I'm not there yet.

I've already cut ties with a couple of people I used to work with who were more or less acquaintances. It was the same type of thing as this military guy but I probably was a little closer to them and liked them a lot more. I worked with the guy at Blockbuster and he ended up marrying this girl who worked at the cafe at Borders where I worked. I don't know if he did, but she came from a really religious family. They were both really funny, nice people. Over the years she started to post about all this nutrition stuff. Like you shouldn't eat something that has x thing in it or y thing in it, etc. And then she actually became a sort of social media nutritionist. I don't know if it was like a full time job or not but it always seemed just slightly weird to me. Like the weird you feel when you have a friend who is just way too likely to believe a conspiracy theory and go down an internet rabbit hole. But I never saw anything really overt from either of them. And then J6 happened and I remember the husband was like arguing with me about how the rioters were "trying to fight a wealthy elite system" or something like that. And I was just so pissed off about it that I was like extremely adamant in my replies that these people were all scumbags and shitheads working for trump. So I guess I overwhelmed him with how pissed off I was and he responded like "ok then they should lock em all up" but I think he was just sarcastically agreeing with me so I would stop telling him about exactly what was really happening.

I recently heard someone mention that the nutritionist thing is some kind of common red flag for weirdo fascist qanon adjacent bullshit. I had suspected that to be true but was never really sure until very recently, just after the election when she was praising trump and rfk for the things they did and planned to do. That's where I finally had to draw the line. Although I did see a photo that one of them posted and one of their friends was wearing a "let's go brandon" shirt. I probably should have known then. I think I did but I didn't want to believe it.

I guess this is a good time to praise the people that stay friends with people like these and do their best to influence them. I've read stories about people who really did help their friends back from the verge by meeting them where they are and kind of showing them the harm of what they're doing. It's crazy because I see friends of mine who stay friends with people like this and I like want to punch their friend through the internet. I just cannot stand them. If you can tolerate that shit, you're a more patient and understanding person than I am, and I applaud your efforts.

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVD S7 Thoughts

Ok so I binge-watched S7 in like three days and I have thoughts, I wanna talk about it

Lily OMG ughhhh, just...did not like her. Imagine being Damon and Stefan - you think your mom dies, oops she's actually a vampire. She becomes a ripper, goes on a ripper binge through Europe and in the meantime finds a whole new family.

I too would be pissed if my mom abandoned me and then had other children and never looked for me again. I know she did visit them once in the beginning and the bloodlust scared her away but like, she could've tried again some time after that or something.

The Heretics annoyed the hell out of me. Most of them were useless and died quickly (Malcolm, Oscar). Beau does nothing really. It's mostly the female Heretics who have the spotlight.

Valerie was sooo...idk weird to me? Her being Stefan's first and getting pregnant and then Julian beating her until she lost the baby was wild I did not see that coming. And I think she was fine as a long-lost love, but her relationship with Stefan in the present timeline did nothing for me.

She was obviously insecure about Caroline and Stefan. She was stuck in the prison world for over a century but did she really think she and Stefan would just be able to get back together? Idk. She did help with birthing the twins so that was nice of her.

Mary Lou and Nora annoyed me so much in the beginning but I grew to like them by the end and I did feel bad for them when that exploded in that car

The time skips and flash-forwards were confusing and annoying and I didn't like them at all idk why they did them

Enzo my love! I like him better this season. Love the new hair lol.

He and Bonnie were cute. I like the progress Bonnie made through the show of her hating vampires and now she's dating one lol

Reyna Cruz, where do I begin? No offense to the actress but I feel like they should've gotten someone a bit more muscular? A bit taller or bigger? I know she has superhuman strength and all but she was not scary whatsoever. But apparently, even Klaus was afraid of her so what do I know?

Caroline and Alaric....uhmmm yeah...that was a thing that happened. Did he really need to propose to her? I know it makes raising the kids easier but like c'mon. Ric falling in love with Caroline was just yucky!

Matt suddenly being so anti-vampire makes no sense but also makes total sense? On one hand, it's like, dude you've been helping them and have been friends with them for years, and now all of a sudden you are against them.

On the other hand, I guess you can say it was boiling inside Matt for a while and it all came to the surface. Also, did the writers really need to have him kill his own fiance? That was so cruel like damn!

Another thing on Enzo, his thing with Lily was soooo...like why? I just- I- NO! I can't put it into words how much it weirded me out.

Julian, hmmm. It seemed like he actually did care for the heretics so that was nice. Also, I have to say, wonderful acting. Idk who played him but I really enjoyed his performance.

I did enjoy seeing Klaus even if for a few minutes. I also watched the crossover ep of TO where Stefan is in New Orleans. Did I know what was going on? No, not really, but I like that Stefan did a little side quest lol. Not Hayley remembering she snapped Caroline's neck once lmao

Love that Stefan got to meet Freya and Marcel that was so cool.

I just remembered the Armory, I don't know what to say. I know the Sirens were in that vault, so I guess that's in the next season? I wonder how ridiculous s8 will be?

Overall, felt very meh about it. I still think that S 1-3 are superior and everything after that went downhill. But it was still better than S5.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise Ch.12:

Don't Talk 'bout Me Like How You Might Know How I Feel

Summary: Back to school.

"H-hey, dude!" Nino rose from his seat to kiss both of Alya's cheeks.

"Hey," Alya returned the favor and plopped down. "Ughhhh!"

Despite his nervousness Nino grinned as Alya let her head fall back and look up at the ceiling. "Rough day?"

Alya slid her hands over her face before sliding them down. "They published some trash in the opinion section about Kagami and I am this close to letting him have it."

"Same guy? I'm surprised they still hire him."

"We don't even know each other and I hate him viscerally!"

"We could always tp his house," Nino suggested jokingly.

"No, that won't work. He lives in an apartment."

Nino chuckled.

The waiter came by with two coffees.

"Thanks dude. We're good for now."

"Oh thank god." Alya grabbed her steaming mug of black coffee and sipped.

"Can you even taste anything while burning your tongue like that?" Nino smirked.

"No comments from the guy trying to stay awake until next week," Alya replied, gesturing to his quadruple expresso mocha.

Nino lifted his drink. "Perks of being the Turtle. No crashes or jitters."

"Lucky! Remind me when that happened?"

"Sometime during university. Woke up after an all nighter with no hangover. Kim was soooo jealous!" Nino laughed.

Alya laughed with him. Likely imagining the look on Kim's face. "Was that before or after...?"

"A few months after we broke up, yeah." Nino thought back to that year. "We were still giving each other space..."

"... Because falling back into old habits was too easy," Alya sighed. "Man, we were dumb."

"Morono-sauruses," Nino agreed, staring at his coffee.

Alya scoffed but grinned. "What about you? I hear you finally performed in a club. And not just any club, Le Chemin Sombre!"

"Adrien and I got married!" Nino exhaled in a rush.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Alya slammed her palms on the table.

"Not so loud!" Nino stage whispered, leaning in.

Alya glanced at the handful of other patrons, who gave her a look at her outburst but otherwise returned to their own mornings. Copying Nino, Alya lowered her voice and scooted closer. "WTF dude? What do you mean you're married!?"

"Well we went to City Hall and filled out the paperwork..."

"Nino, I swear if you don't-"

"He's worried about the kids okay?" Nino ran his hands over his face. "Dude just straight up asked me to take care of them if he couldn't and I just- What was I supposed to say? 'No'!? Yeah right."

"Did you want to say no?"

"No, but... Gah!" Nino dropped his head to the table.

Alya moved his coffee to the side so it wouldn't spill. Patting him on the back.

"I'm not upset," Nino sighed. "Just... processing."

"Right... And it's got nothing to do with Adrien proposing for practical reasons," Alya stated a bit too reasonably.

"Adrien's my bro, dude. Y'know I love him more than anyone."

"Mm-hm. I know. It was kinda obvious when you became his kids' third parent."

"I just said it's a marriage of convenience."

"Actually meant before that... Way, way before. But speaking of the kids, do they know?"

"Not yet."

"Hmmm," Alya said, stressing the silent judgement.

"We're going to tell them!" Nino replied defensively.

"Uh-huh." Suddenly remembering her coffee Alya took a drink.

"We are!"

A few tables away, covered by a minor invisibility Mirage, Wayzz and Trixx played with sugar cubes.

"Oh, things just got interesting," Trixx grinned.

"Must you look at the Young Master like that?" Wayzz asked, poking her cheek with a teaspoon.

Trixx floated out of reach. "Not so young anymore. And it's not my fault your Avatar likes the dramatic ones," she teased.

Wayzz didn't deign that with a response even if he did agree.

(Read the rest on AO3)

[nerves-nebula]

Hi you mentioned wanting complements on your art, so I assume this is the time to say that I actually love Maurino Badger with my heart and soul. You draw her so CUTE I love him, in spite and because of the violent tendencies. I would be the one bringing offerings from the village to the honey dadger saint/god if I could. What does Maurino's fur feel like or what do you imagine it feels like? I NEED to know. And Loose Stitches? I get so EXCITED when I see a new comic come out like omg I wish I could draw like you. I'm so invested. And it makes me honestly delighted that Atchkey kinda looks like me because I NEVER see characters that look like me. I wish I was confident enough to wear cute outfits like them though. I also love how all your characters are so cute in your style! And how the style juxtaposes their very uncute backstories is just ughhhh I love it!

Anyway, I really love hearing what you have to say and I think that you give a really interesting perspective on a lot of things. It really makes me think sometimes about things I wouldn't have even thought of before. You're an amazing artist but I think you probably could have been a famous philosopher in a different world. Like the kind they read about in history books. That post about art being nothing the other day blew my mind a little bit and low key pulled me out of art block.

I really love your art and your characters. I followed you for the turtle comics but now I'm far more interested in your original stories. Actually I have to remind myself that I can't just tell people "that sounds like Groe and Maurino" because they aren't actually characters that everyone knows. Like in my brain the two of them are just as famous as like Spiderman and the Ninja Turtles. Anyway, thank you! You're amazing!

omggg thank youu <3

I dunno what maurenos fur feels like i imagine like honey badger fur but idk what that feel like? it looks kinda short and coarse to me. obviously Maureno isn't exactly just a honey badger, so i think she can probably make it softer or harder at will. don't quote me on that.

I'm glad atchkie represents your body type!! that's what I wanted!

I once thought I could've been a philosopher HOWEVER it turns out i fucking hate philosophy i DETEST ITTT i cant STAND IT. my best friend will sometimes pose philosophical questions to me and I'll get so pissed if they don't have much of a real world application like i have a losers temperament i couldn't be a philosopher. but I am very good at thinking about things on occasion! tho to be fair most of that has been by listening to what other people have to say on the topic lol most of this aint anythin i came up with purely on my own.

but that doesnt matter what matters is I HAVE INFECTED YOU WITH MY OCS. Maureno and Groe are forever and everrrr. did u read the awful smut i wrote of them. they're so mean to each other <3 Maureno is so fun cuz she wants to be better but something about being around Groe just makes her revert sobbbb.

POINT IS: :DDDDD yayyyy

[lunarsun12]

Mingi Rebellion - Part 2/4

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Ever since last night, Yunho has sulking all day. When he tried to talk to Mingi, Mingi immediately shouted at him saying he don’t need him. Telling him to go away as well gave Yunho the middle finger.

Jongho, just came back from his after school club activities. Until he was greeted with big hug from Yunho. Saying he has lost his will to live, then plop himself next to Seonghwa again.

Meanwhile Wooyoung is convinced something is off! He decided to summon Yeosang and Jongho. To help him with his case.

Let’s have a look, how they can find the root to Mingi sudden outburst!

Wooyoung created the chat:

‘Save our Puppy’

Today 18:00

Jongho🍎: This is so sad, even I feel bad for Yunho!

Jongho🍎: Yunho has been sad, ever since Mingi broken up with him

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Yunho being sad, makes the vibe feels so down

Yeosang🍗: Now I understand, why he got called the sunshine golden retriever

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: This is sus!! Why all the sudden Mingi wants a new bestie out of the blue UNLESS someone instigated it

Yeosang🍗: For once, wooyoung used his brain

Jongho🍎: C’mon it can’t be San hyung! Look at him…if a fly comes near him. He will cry

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Jongho, that is Mingi not San! San is never so coward!

Yeosang🍗: Yup, the only time I saw San cried when Wooyoung said no cuddles

Jongho🍎: Really? He always cry, when he sees me…

Yeosang🍗: Out of joy jongho

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Anyways, we have to ask San why he is doing this!!

Jongho🍎: Why can’t we ask Mingi ourself? He could done it on his own will

There was short pause, from across the hallway. Wooyoung hyena laugh was heard along with a small chuckle from Yeosang.

Seonghwa from the Kitchen: Oh look the kids are having fun! Come on Yunho, cheer up!

Yunho: Mingi hates me, I have no one now

Back at the chat

Jongho🍎: Hey! I may be young! But blaming San is not nice. Also stop laughing at me!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: If we ask Mingi, he will magically say shoreee

Jongho🍎: Whatever, I will ask Mingi myself. You hyungs can ask San hyung!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Suit yourself, me and yeosangie are gonna get San to fess up

Yeosang🍗: Actually Jongho can I ask Mingi along with you. Anything to avoid being in a woosan sandwich

Jongho🍎: How about no? You and Wooyoung hyung laughed at me! So you suffer mwhahaha

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Come on Yeosang! Don’t be a scardy cat! I promise there won’t be any more incident

Yeosang🍗: Ughhhh

After Jongho, finish talking with Wooyoung and Yeosang. He immediately, walked into the living room with sad Yunho staring at the two of them playing games. Jongho marched in front of the tele.

Mingi: Jongho? Can you like move? I am about to beat San!!

San: Come one let me win!!

Yunho from the distance: That used to be our thing

Jongho with both hands on his hips: I need to talk to my big brother Mingi. It is important!

Mingi: Well tell it here, San will never spill

Jongho: Mingi, I need my special talk with you. I am embarrassed to tell it in front of San

Jongho did his best acting face, he covered his face showing that he is about to cry.

San: Mingi, talk to Jongho! This is serious, Jongho is about to cry!

San: Let’s say you won this round

Mingi: Fine Fine, don’t be upset Jongho. I will listen to you

When Jongho Mingi attention, his sadness immediately disappeared. He dragged Mingi to their shared room.

Mingi: Soooo? Did you someone stole your apple today? Or you got teased?

Jongho: No! I’m gonna be blunt!

Mingi gave the look, thinking Jongho has another tough school day.

Jongho: Mingi? Why did you suddenly want a new bestie? Did Yunho did something bad

Mingi eyes darted back and forth: What’s wrong with having a bestie!! Yunho can’t be with me forever

Jongho: You and Yunho are two peas in the pod! You guys-

Before finishes his sentence, he pushed Jongho down onto his bed and immediately ran to the door. Then there was a commotion in the living room. Due to the Yeosang and Wooyoung investigation.

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