#I will at least laundry my comforter and sweater I think.

[gwyoi]

Took an edible and cleaned so much while it was kicking in but it’s so late I can’t vacuum rn fml

[badgerbl00d]

what makes one piece boys consider fatherhood

☆ characters: sanji, law, shanks

☆ up next: one piece boys experiencing love at first sight

☆ summary: things you do around these characters that make them think of starting families with you..

☆ a/n: this was so fun to write! i hope you all find this as cute as i did :)

sanji

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“But the prince insisted on it, and they had to call Cinderella. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the prince, who gave her the golden shoe..” you looked down at the now sleeping lump on your lap, and gently closed the book. 

“Looks like he’s out.”

Further out on the deck of the Sunny, you could hear the others playing. You identified Usopp’s voice and Luffy's laughter. 

Chopper had fallen asleep to his bedtime story and was out cold on your lap. His tiny breaths were slow and even. 

“He’s been sleeping for at least ten minutes. You know, if you read to him every night he’d probably have an actual bedtime,” Sanji said, his chin resting in his hand. 

He was sitting next to you, having brought you a drink to offset the evening temperature drop that had sent everyone running for sweaters. 

“I know. But he’s a pirate, Sanji,” you defended Chopper’s sleeping schedule, “And he’s old enough now to not need a bedtime.”

“Ah, maybe. But not too old, it seems, for a bedtime story.”

You rolled your eyes, absent-mindedly rubbing Chopper’s back as he slept.

“You know Luffy scraped his knee, playing around with Usopp all day.”

“You don’t say.”

“I swear I’ve seen him come out of battle with less injury,” you laughed, “I patched it up for him and he said he didn’t know I was a doctor.”

“I’m guessing all you did was clean it and put on a band-aid.”

“No idea how he’s made it this long.”

Sanji smiled as he took in a long drag of his cigarette. 

“Don’t smoke around Chopper while he sleeps,” you said, scolding Sanji yet again for the same thing.

He blew out the smoke, before begrudgingly putting it out on the ground.

“Wouldn’t wanna wake the baby,” he said. 

“He looks so peaceful,” you giggled, “I’m glad he feels safe enough to be resting thoroughly.”

You and the cook shared a long look at how his chest rose and fell. 

He would soon be snoring.

Sanji laughed, “My god! Are you sure you didn’t slip melatonin into his hot chocolate?”

You shot him a look.

“He spent all day running around with those two over there,” you gestured towards Luffy and Usopp, “And Robin had him helping her out in the library earlier. Between all that reading and running I’m sure he tired himself out. Does he look comfortable?”

Sanji nodded, smiling at you. 

You softly removed his hat from his head, setting it down next to him. 

“Should we take him to bed?” you asked Sanji.

“Yes. Eventually. But it’s nice out. Let’s go in ten minutes.” “All right, my love.”

You leaned back, letting your arms support your body weight, palms against the wooden planks of the ship. 

Sanji scooted closer to you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You closed your eyes, not to sleep but to enjoy the cool air on your face and neck. 

Listening to the sounds of laughter and footsteps come to an end for the day as sleep started to spread throughout the crew.

Sanji silently watched you, unaware of your own dozing off with Chopper on your lap.

He thought about how readily you read him a story from his favorite book. How concern for his well-being had become your number one priority while he was with you. 

He felt his chest swell with a mixture of pride and love as he thought of all the other ways you cared for the crew.

Sewing Nami’s torn clothes, helping Robin with the laundry, reminding Usopp and Luffy to be mindful of their manners, and even making sure the swordsman was getting rest. 

He brought a hand to your back to lightly rub it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before gazing out at the open ocean. 

Thoughts of painting a room with soft hues of blue and building a crib started to form in the back of his mind. 

He imagined you carrying a baby, softly singing it to sleep. 

Some unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest, it almost felt like anticipation. 

He took a deep breath and tried, to no avail, to direct his thoughts elsewhere.

A baby was- a lot. And you seemed perfectly content now. 

And anyways, a pirate ship was no place for a baby.

He sighed and pulled his eyes away from you, settling them back on the sea. 

Yet, he could imagine it.

With astounding clarity.

He could imagine buying diapers and binkies. Buying tiny clothes and matching outfits. 

Waking you up in the morning with breakfast and coffee in a house of your own. 

Coming home to you every night, staying in one place.

Your parents visiting and your lives being somewhat normal.

No bounties or navy or treaties or bars or women or swordsmen. 

But not now.

The soft swaying of the ship on choppy waters lulled him back to where he was.

The sounds of life at sea slowly came back to him. 

It was late and he had an early morning, full of cooking for the Pirate King ahead of him. 

“Sweetheart,” he softly spoke in your ear, ever so gently nudging you awake, “Let’s get to bed, hm?”

You yawned, nodding.

Slowly you picked up Chopper, still dead asleep, and carried him down the stairs toward his room.

Sanji followed right behind, the reindeer’s hat in hand. 

He opened the door for you and you walked in laying him down in his bed, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

You stood next to Sanji, bringing your arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of your head, and then your forehead, and then your lips. 

“Tired, princess?”

You nodded, resting your head on his chest. 

Sanji knew what he wanted. 

What you, so fondly looking down at the sleeping reindeer, wanted as well.

But you both had so much time and so many things to do first.

One day, he’d give you everything you wanted.

But for now, he’d carry you to bed.

law

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“Okay, what about this one? Or is it too much?”

You turned towards Law, trying to smooth out the leftover wrinkles in your dress.

“You look beautiful in all of them,” Law said, writing something down, only halfway paying attention. 

You groaned, already starting to try on a different dress.

“You’re not paying attention.”

“I am.”

“Law, you haven’t looked up from your notes once. And you can’t just tell me I’m beautiful in everything to make up for it!”

“Well, you are.”

“Ugh!”

A smile spread on his face at your irritation with him, as he continued to go through the loose papers on his desk. 

“Look, here’s a dress that proves you wrong.”

You slowly spun around in a hideously fringed orange dress.

You flashed him a sarcastically large smile.

Law, to your surprise, did look up this time.

“Gorgeous.”

He spun around in his chair, burying his head back in his notebook. 

“Ugh, asshole.”

You sighed and continued to fish through the pile of dresses. 

You spotted a black lace one with a gorgeous neckline. 

Much better. 

“Ok, fine! I look beautiful in everything, especially this dress,” you pulled it down over your head, adjusting the sleeves, “Please confirm.”

You watched Law slide on his glasses and turn the chair back around slowly.

You laughed, “You’re so immature.”

You enjoyed the rare moments when he allowed himself to completely relax and goof off. 

“Just making sure I can give you an honest score, Miss Y/n.”

Oh.. this, he very much did like. 

“Orange dress better,” he lied, amused at how this provoked you.

He kept his eyes glued on you, admiring how snug the dress was on your curves.

You were going to kill him. 

“You know, it’s a good thing we don’t have a kid. Or I’d have to deal with two children.”

Law was just as intently eating up the sight of you. 

He’d meant every bit of it. You were always beautiful in everything, and in nothing. 

But that had caught his attention.

The idea of having a kid. 

You and him with a baby.

You kept sorting through what remained of the pile as your captain's thoughts trailed. He could imagine it clearly.

He’d always made sure you had everything you needed, never hesitating to spend stolen gold on you. 

But he’d give you everything. 

After all, who better to give you a baby than a doctor who loved you more than anyone had ever been loved before?

You, waking him up in the middle of the night to check on the baby. The crew teaching them how to speak and read. Bepo would probably have to be monitored around the baby- but only because he was stronger than he knew. 

Shachi and Penguin would make proper uncles, Law thought, and he was sure that, even if he didn’t, a baby could find amusement in the Straw Hats. 

He imagined the two of you cuddled at night during your hypothetical pregnancy. His cheeks warmed at the thought.

He’d do daily checkups on you, and no better care would be available. 

He was already months ahead of himself and decided that while he finished watching you get ready, he’d let himself imagine it. 

“Okay!” you applied a final lipstick touch-up, and softly adjusted your hair in the mirror, “Will you help me with this necklace? I’ll be back around 10.”

Law stood up, stretching his back before silently making his way over to you. 

“You mentioned us having a baby?”

You rolled your eyes and took hold of the hand he extended toward you. “If you’d like.”

He rested a hand on the small of your back and pulled you into his chest, your giggles flooding his ears.

“C’mere,” he beckoned you to follow him back towards the chair he just got out of. 

He pulled you down into his lap on top of him, locking his arms around your waist.

“Law,” you whined, “I’m gonna be late.”

“Of that,” he started, “I have no doubt.”

You squirmed in his grip trying to free yourself to no avail.

“Relax, sweetheart. 

You aren’t going anywhere tonight. 

We have a baby to make.”

shanks

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“You look delicious, baby,” Shanks lightly slapped your ass and you swatted his hands away, picking up your pace to try and keep up with the running monkey ahead of you.

Luffy had wanted to go to the lake and Makino asked if you’d take him.

You had a certain fondness for him, he reminded you of your siblings when they were his age, restless and wild, so you readily agreed. 

“Luffy!” you called, “Luffy, slow down!”

Shanks laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

You pushed your hands against his chest- he was so damn touchy! 

“Shanks, please not now, we’re going to lose Luffy if we don’t catch up with him,” you said, starting to run after him. 

“Alright, alright,” he relented and the two of you ran together, laughing, after him. 

He was already setting up camp when you caught up with him- those stretchy limbs set you at a disadvantage- and was asking for his swim trunks. 

You set down a towel and placed the picnic basket on top of it, throwing Luffy his trunks.

Shanks sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, grabbing a beer in the process.

“What’s that?”

 The boy stood in front of you, one hand on his hips, the other up his nose, and pointed at the drink.

“Beer! Try it!”

“Shanks.”

Luffy reached for the can and you turned him around before he could grab it.

“Why don’t we go in the lake?”

“But Shanks told me if I try to swim all my hair will fall out and I’ll forget how to read.”

You turned to your boyfriend and shot him a disapproving look as he erupted into a fit of childish laughter.

“Well, you don’t know how to read anyway, so let’s go!”

You secured a pair of floaties onto his arms and ran with him to the water, followed by Shanks after he set down some rocks onto the towel so it wouldn’t fly away.

He picked you both up and geared up to throw you into the cold, clear waves. 

Both you and Luffy tightened your grip on the man after realizing what he was intending to do and created a tangle of arms and hands.

He still made the effort, though, and ended up getting thrown in along with both of you. 

You all came up laughing and gasping for air, and Shanks held Luffy as you swam, not wanting to risk anything by leaving him on his own in the water. 

After an hour or so of swimming and splashing and throwing water at each other, Luffy started to get tired and let go of Shanks, paddling towards you as best he could.

You grabbed him and he held on to you, wrapping his little arms around your neck.

Within a few minutes, he was asleep.

Shanks, who also seemed to have calmed down, smiled at you and made his way over. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m gonna go put him down for a nap. He’s so cute,” you said. 

Shanks nodded, not able to resist slapping your ass as you got out of the water. 

You set Luffy down on the blanket, laying down next to him. He was out cold. The warm heat of the sun covered your body and lulled you to sleep right next to Luffy. 

After another hour or so of swimming in the lake and looking for pretty rocks to give you, Shanks made his way towards the both of you, unable to control his smile as he saw you and Luffy asleep bundled up together, your arms wrapped around him.

He thought, for a moment, that he might just steal Luffy away and bring him on board the Red Force. But part of him wanted a baby that was truly yours and his, Luffy was wild and untamed, and Luffy had plenty of his own adventures and stories to live on his own. 

But he could see it so clearly, with how you worried about the kid and cared for him. You were protective and he knew that if anyone threatened or endangered Luffy with you around, they’d meet a grisly end. 

It warmed his heart in a way he’d never experienced. 

He wanted, not just to be a dad, but to make you a mother. 

He sat next to you both and watched, his heart full of contentment. 

“Mmm.. Shanks,” Luffy slowly started to wake up, “‘m hungry.”

“Want a sandwich buddy?”

He sat up, looking groggy, and nodded, rubbing his eyes.

Shanks handed him a sandwich from the picnic basket and rustled his hair. 

Luffy ate, asking Shanks about his maritime adventures, laughing at his stories. 

“Did Y/n bring juice?”

“She sure did! But you should try beer!”

Luffy eagerly nodded and Shanks stifled his laughter as best he could, you were going to kill him. 

You heard coughing and laughing and slowly blinked your eyes open, your brain muddled with sleep. 

Sitting up, you stretched out your limbs and turned toward all the noise.

Luffy had a beer in hand and was chugging it, you saw several other crushed cans littering the ground.

They were both laughing and Shanks looked like he had tears in his eyes. 

Shanks heard you stirring awake and shared a split second of panicked eye contact with you before grabbing Luffy and running before you could start yelling at him. 

You took a deep breath. 

“SHANKS!”

[koqabear]

✧˚ · . loving you quietly

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“Beomgyu was taught that actions speak louder than words— he’s grown to care for others in that way, but when he finally decides to let his heart speak for once, he learns that it may have been better to remain silent instead.”

“can you hear it? my heart calls for you. i’ve been here, waiting patiently all along.”

beomgyu x gn!reader [ft. Yeonjun and Sunghoon of Enhypen]

Genre: fluff, angst, f2l, idiots to lovers, slowburn

Word count 12.4k

Warnings: mentions of food, lots of (fake) arguments n stuff, mc has a bit of anxiety, panic attacks/overstimulation, mentions of past toxic relationships, lack of proper communication, they’re both idiots please be patient with them. (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: the Beomgyu brain rot got me again, enjoy and leave me silly little comment if u want me to think about u for the rest of the day ^_^

beomgyu: idk how to flirt i done called them a bitch

It’s no secret your relationship with Beomgyu is peculiar. 

Out of everyone else in your friend group, you’d think the two of you would get along the most— same hobbies, same interests, your playlists containing all the same songs every time you go to get aux in the car— yet if anything, your friends have all learned to keep the two of you at least three feet apart at all times. 

It’s not like you seriously hate each other— at least, you’d hope not— but it just seems that you’ve both taken quite the liking to treat each other in a much more harsh, unforgiving way.

“That sweater is hideous,” Beomgyu comments, staring you down with those same puppy eyes he always uses to get what he wants. He doesn’t flinch at the glare you send him, gritting your teeth as you watch him take an innocent sip of his shake; your lack of response only fuels him further, his lips twitching in amusement as he pulls away from his straw with a loud pop! 

“It’s so tacky.” 

Personally, you didn’t expect to be accosted over your comfort sweater in a Steak ‘n Shake on a random Tuesday. Yet here you are, letting out an offended gasp as you pat down your sweater in a self-reassuring manner; sure, the color and pattern aren’t exactly the most pleasing to the eye, but you were lazy and didn’t feel like doing your laundry just yet— if anything, you’re sure you could find a think piece like this in Beomgyu’s closet— or rather a few, to be realistic. 

“I know you’re not one to talk,” you begin, your friends sighing and rolling their eyes as they watch your antics ensue. Once you got started, you never stopped; it truly didn’t help that you were so easily provoked, either, “Don’t think I forgot about the time you dressed like Adam Sandler for a straight week.”

“It was summer and the AC was broken!” Beomgyu perks up immediately at your comment, his ears turning red as he turns to his roommate for help; Soobin simply shakes his head, leaving Beomgyu to his defeat as he turns his focus to the fries in front of him— though you don’t miss the way his dimples poke through his cheeks as he bows his head down, a soft huff escaping him as he tries to hide his obvious laugh. 

It isn’t long before you get lost in the argument; you’re not even sure if you’re making sense anymore, all logic thrown out the window as you begin to threaten Beomgyu that you’ll fight him in the parking lot this instant if he doesn’t watch his mouth— and like always, he’s never one to back down— it isn’t until you’re both chugging your shakes and telling the other to get ready that your friends finally decide to intervene. 

Even as you finally settle down and head back to Soobin’s car, you’re still able to catch Beomgyu casting you stupid looks and sticking his tongue out at you childishly— you would’ve been quick to return the gesture if Taehyun hadn’t smacked him clean upside the head, telling him to “behave” as Beomgyu quickly gave him a look that resembled a kicked puppy. 

You’d like to think that you would’ve won the fight— Beomgyu’s hair is pretty grabbable, but you’re sure you would’ve left the battle with a couple of bites on your body; even then, Beomgyu is the least active in the friend group, so you’re sure you could’ve easily tired him out— an easy win for you.

(That, and the fact that Beomgyu is incapable of hurting anyone he cares about.)

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Being left alone with Beomgyu is not recommended. 

It’s not ideal either, and you’ve come to learn this the hard way; without a mediator there to put up with your antics, there’s truly no way to tell what’ll happen if you’re left alone for longer than five minutes.

You’ve decided to be alone today, your back aching and your muscles becoming numb as you sit in the library, poring over your computer as you feel your vision slowly blurring; you’re almost done with your assignment, yet you can’t help but feel that all these hours of being cooped up inside have come back to haunt you as you feel an ache forming behind your eyes, the words before you becoming nonsensical as your brain slowly turns off. 

Once you get in the zone, it’s hard for you to get out of it— you never know when you’ll be able to focus this much again, so you use it to your advantage and try to make it last as long as you can. But it’s draining, and you often find yourself strained by the time you finish— but you’ve worked so hard and you’re almost finished, you’re sure that if you push through the pain a little longer you’ll be able to focus again, right?

Your efforts come to a shattering stop as you feel a tug at your hair, insistent and childish as you try to shrug it off— all you get in return is a flat hand slapping on the top of your head, tilting your head back until you’re stuck staring at the ceiling. 

“I’m hungry.”

“How did you find me.” 

You’re not sure why that’s your first reaction, but the sight of Beomgyu hovering over your eyes, upside down and pouting, makes you slump back in your chair in defeat— out of all the outcomes and people that could have found you, this one’s definitely the worst. 

“You weren’t at the dormmmsss,” he whines, petulant as ever as he jolts your head around annoyingly; his grip is firm on your head, and it takes a sharp slap to the back of his hand for him to pull away, watching him kiss the stinging area softly as you ignore the looks you get from the people around you.

“Okay? Didn’t you stop to think that it was for a reason?” You say, twisting around in your chair to face him; you’re quickly backing away as he’s leaning in, sharp eyes glaring at you as he lowers his volume. 

“I wanted to go to that one place you took us last week, but I forgot what it was called— I had something really good but I don’t remember what it was.” He doesn’t seem phased by the puzzled look you send him; your face is scrunching up and you’re left in disbelief as you tilt your head, pursing your lips as you wonder what he could be talking about.

“You mean Steak ‘n Shake?”

You don’t miss the way his eyes widen at the sound of the very popular and well-known fast-food chain; his face feels hot as he clears his throat, shaking his head softly as he sighs. 

“N—no… the other one.” His response doesn’t help at all; you’re sure you’ll get wrinkles with the way you’re frowning, truly trying to give him the benefit of the doubt before you’re left at a dead end after a moment.

“That was the only place I suggested.” 

“Really? I could’ve sworn there was some other place,” he’s innocent as he straightens his posture, no longer leaning down to talk to you as he runs an impatient hand through his hair. His gaze is fleeting around the room as he goes quiet, the gears clearly being put at work in his head as he finally concludes,“Whatever. Take me there.”

“What? No, I’m busy,” you say, gesturing to your computer behind you as you give him an incredulous look. He simply scoffs carelessly, stepping closer to you until he’s reaching over, shutting your computer clumsily before he’s shoving it in your bag. You’re not sure of what else to do but run after him as he scurries away with your belongings, ignoring your hushed yells for him to stop as he simply glances back at you; his pace quickens shortly after.

It isn’t until you’re exiting the library that you finally allow yourself to run after him, curses and insults escaping you left and right as he suddenly gains an impeccable speed— you choose to chalk it all up to the fact that you’ve been cooped up inside all day, your energy well drained while Beomgyu has more than enough to spare. 

“Wait!” You call out, thankful that the area is empty as you push through and chase after him; it’s ridiculous how he already managed to gain such a distance between you two, and your body is already giving in as you huff tiredly, your pace slowing to nothing more than a tired waddle, “you don’t even know where you’re going!” 

Only then does Beomgyu give in to your cries; he’s sheepish as he turns around, an innocent grin on his face as he hugs your belongings close to his chest. Even though he’s well off in the distance, you can still see his reluctance to return to you as he looks down at his shoes shyly— but you know better than to fall for that act. 

“It’s this way, dumbass,” you sigh, your feet aching as you turn around without another word. You refuse to admit defeat as you begin walking, annoyed that you allowed Beomgyu to get his way again as you try to appreciate the beautiful spring day instead. You don’t need to look back to know that Beomgyu is hot on your trail, his puppy-like antics never failing him as the sound of his shoes scuffing against the pavement reaches your ears; it isn’t long before Beomgyu catches up to you, skipping. His hair is bouncy and fluffy as he wears a leisurely smile, not phased in the slightest by the dirty look you send him— his reaction time is godly as he manages to dodge your quick hand that went to snatch your bag back from him. 

“Why did you come bother me,” you grumble, slowing to a stop as you wait for your chance to cross the street; the pedestrian light remains red as you lean against the traffic light pole, crossing your arms as you send Beomgyu another irritated look, “like, be honest, you could’ve just bothered Soobin or something.” 

“He kicked me out,” he pouts, whining about the way Soobin called him a “horrible distraction”— you can’t blame him, but you’re also a bit angry that he managed to bring the problem to you instead— “and I didn’t wanna go alone. Plus I’m really craving a cookies-and-cream shake right now.”

“So you do remember,” is all you say, referring to Beomgyu’s shenanigans with the restaurant as you push yourself off the pole. He remains silent, a soft pout on his face as he walks ahead the moment traffic is cleared, leaving you behind as you’re left to scoff at his actions. 

Beomgyu also remembered that you have a habit of studying until your body gives out, ignoring your needs with ease— which worries him to death— but you really don’t need to know that. 

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You think studying really did a number on you today.

At least, that must be what’s showing on your face if it has Beomgyu toning down his annoyingness drastically, going as far as to open the door for you and not react to your snarky comment about how much of a gentleman he was. It’s a bit unnerving really, even when Beomgyu decides to pay for your food despite him always attempting to trick you into treating him every time you go out— you’re surprised that he isn’t asking you to Venmo him immediately after you sit at a table. 

There’s something strange about today; you can’t really pinpoint what it is as you find yourself having a civilized conversation with Beomgyu, surprised that you’ve made it to the twenty-minute mark without arguing to the point where you’ve received concerned looks from the patrons around you.

“Do you think I’m dying or something?” You finally blurt out, watching as Beomgyu sends you a confused look, in the middle of taking a sip from his shake as he tilts his head in curiosity. “I mean like, why aren’t we fighting right now— why are you being nice.” 

He seems reluctant to respond at that; his eyes have flickered back down to the melting whipped cream topped with cookie crumbles as he feels your stare burn into him, unsure of what to say as he gulps nervously, the shake slowly disappearing until he’s drunk more than half; even then, you persist, leaning on the table as you try to lower your face to meet his eyesight, lowering more and more until your cheek is hovering over the surface of the table. Beomgyu sighs, pulling away slowly as he urges you to sit up annoyingly. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just felt bad,” he grumbles, the words feeling jagged and odd in his mouth as he forces himself to spit it out, “You kinda did look like you were dying back at the library, honestly.” 

The sassy man that has haunted your life has finally returned; it’s oddly relieving as you find yourself falling back into your antics, scoffing at his words as you throw your straw wrapper at him. 

“Okay, rude,” you say, watching the way he plays with the trash you threw at him, “I didn’t exactly ask you to come bother me, either.” 

“I know,” Beomgyu says, tilting his head as he reaches over to steal your food; even as you swat at his hands and scold him, he still manages to take a hefty amount of fries from you, a burning need to beat him up lighting inside you as you swat at his hand one last time for good measure. 

“But I just love messing with you.” 

It’s so strange that a sentence like that would affect you— yet, the feelings that stir within you definitely aren’t normal, and the way you stutter when you spit out an insult definitely isn’t either. The emotion is strange and short-lived as you refuse to dwell on it, clearing your throat as you go to kick Beomgyu under the table; it’s easier to pretend like nothing happened when you’re too busy fighting the boy before you. 

The air between you has shifted back to its usual state as Beomgyu quickly gives up on being nice, his childish antics much more welcoming as he tries to steal your drink on the way out; it takes a firm punch to his arm for him to back off, your annoyance evident on your face as you make your way back to the dorms in hopes of getting rid of this clingy mess before you. 

“Hey,” your space is quickly invaded as you turn to the source of the sound, the warmth that was spreading through your chest quickly being snubbed out at the sight of the man that’s trying to approach you; Sunghoon’s mischievous grin is dreadfully familiar as he catches up to you much too quickly, unable to find an escape as you simply smile nervously. 

“Hey,” you grimace, the grip on your drink tightening as you avoid looking into your ex’s eyes, “what’s up?” 

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he says, taking yet another step closer as you find yourself gulping uncomfortably, “you haven’t answered any of my messages, you know.” 

It wasn’t a surprise to find that Sunghoon still hadn’t given up on you; it was a trait you admired once, but after the two of you broke up you quickly found that the endearing characteristic had quickly turned into your worst nightmare. So here you stand, laughing awkwardly as you try to cycle through the countless excuses you’ve given him every time he’d tried to come up to you. 

“Dude, can you just back off? They’re not interested,” you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Beomgyu this serious as he glares at Sunghoon; your eyes are widening at the sudden hostility he’s displaying, smiling nervously as you go to intervene, knowing how quickly Sunghoon can escalate things. 

“You’re kidding,” Sunghoon scoffs, unable to let you speak as he’s rolling his eyes, taking in the way Beomgyu stands behind you protectively, “how ‘bout you back the fuck out of our business?”

You’re quick to step in as Beomgyu goes to say something else, placing a firm hand on his arm as you send Sunghoon a sharp glare. The man doesn’t seem to be phased by your antics, sighing heavily instead as he takes in the way Beomgyu still follows you around pathetically.

“Sunghoon, why are you still here? It’s clear that I don’t want anything to do with you anymore,” you refuse to back off as you stare the man down, watching as he simply laughs incredulously at your words; you don’t flinch for a second the moment he begins to insult you, but you can feel the way Beomgyu grows angrier behind you. 

“—embarrassing, how you still let your bitch follow you around like that—” 

You don’t allow Sunghoon to get too far in his sentence before you’re dousing him with your drink, the projection so sudden that the three of you fall silent. Sunghoon is positively dripping wet with your drink and his face is turning redder by the second, but you don’t let the consequences of your actions set in before you’re tugging Beomgyu’s arm roughly, snapping him out of his trance as you go to run away. 

Adrenaline is pumping furiously in your veins as you lace your fingers tightly with Beomgyu’s; you’re not sure if Sunghoon decided to chase after you— you doubt it, really— but you’d rather not find out as you choose to run away blindly instead. The air whips on your face and you’re surprised to feel a grin break out on your face, unsure of where your destination might be as you let out a bewildered laugh. 

It isn’t until you’re turning the corner of a street that you find that Sunghoon is hot on your trail; you’re more than surprised to see it, your pace picking up as you tug on Beomgyu’s arm carelessly, eyes flickering from place to place in search of a hiding spot. 

Your legs burn and you feel your hold on Beomgyu beginning to slip, yet you quickly find an idea forming in your head as you weave through the trees by a park entrance, pulling Beomgyu along until the soft grass under your shoes turns into hard mulch. You can hear his confused comments as you pull him up the play structure, forcing him to duck down and climb the stairs of the playground before you slump down at your destination. 

You feel your back slide down against the warm plastic tube that leads to a slide. 

The three circular holes act as windows as the two of you remain huddled in the empty park, giggling amongst yourselves as you look for any signs of your immature ex— you’re left shushing each other and slapping a hand over the other’s mouth as he appears in the distance, clearly soaked and still pissed off as he scans the area for the sight of you; a few moments pass before he’s giving up, probably mumbling angrily to himself as he turns around to leave. 

You can feel Beomgyu smile against the palm of your hand— slowly, you turn to him, his eyes filled with such childish joy that you can’t help the way the two of you burst into another fit of giggles; the tube is much too small and you’re knocking into each other as you laugh, incoherent jokes being exchanged between the two of you as you slowly feel the adrenaline in your system ebb away. 

“What an asshole,” Beomgyu sighs, placing his hands over his stomach as he turns to you; he’s laying back against the plastic tube, his hair filled with static as it begins to sit up and wriggle around wildly, watching as you laugh and poke fun at him for his wild hair, his head only rubbing against it more as he meets your gaze with a smile that slowly sobers, “you okay?”

You know he’s referring to the onslaught of insults that Sunghoon brought upon you; you’re surprised to find that you had already forgotten all about it, your mind racing as your mouth seems to let loose, spilling your thoughts as you keep your gaze forward. 

“What? Oh, I’m fine,” you say, biting your lip before you continue without control, “I just couldn’t stand there and watch him try to insult you too.”

It’s silent at that. All you can hear is the rustling leaves of the trees and an occasional chirp in the distance. Your words seem to set in, and it’s suddenly far too warm in this small tube. You feel scrunched up and achy as you attempt to stretch out your legs, only able to get so far before your feet are pushing against the wall.

It’s a mistake to look back at Beomgyu. He’s sporting that stupid smile that makes you feel sappy, your guard lowering as you find yourself unable to insult your stupid friend. He shifts around, attempting to get more comfortable before your eyes widen— slowly, he reaches out to you. 

The action is so tender and his eyes are so fond, his head tilting curiously as he’s leaning his body closer to you. You’re surprised to find yourself doing the same, gulping softly as you watch him hesitantly reach for your face. Tenderly, his face lands on your cheek— you jump up at the shock that sends through your skin. 

“Ow!”

His stupid laugh and lack of apology are enough to tell you it had been his plan all along. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Your room is a mess. 

You’re pacing around, restless and anxious as you run your palms down your clothes; it’s a horrible feeling, your throat gone dry as you glance at the mirror one last time. You’re not one to dress up much, but you know it’s only fair to go all out after the invitation for your friend’s wedding came in the mail like a slap in the face. Personally, marriage at twenty-five is a terrifying concept to you, but hey, to each their own.

Parties have never really been your thing; it was only after an insane amount of mental prepping that you finally decided to send back that small rsvp card, your fingers shaking as you nervously wrote down two for the number of guests. 

It was an impulsive decision to ask your friend to come with you as your date-- but you had no one else to ask, and secretly, you wished for this to be the moment the two of you finally got closer. Yeonjun had agreed after some slight convincing, and you couldn’t deny the way your heart soared at the thought of the two of you spending the night together. Yet now here you stand, unsure and riddled with anxiety as you pass by your mirror for the umpteenth time.

Was this too much? Too little? Was the color okay? You hope you’re not overdressed— oh who are you kidding, it’s a wedding— but you also hoped you weren’t underdressed, either. 

Your spiraling thoughts had quickly been interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, the notification bringing you out of your reverie as you found yourself drawn to your bed, a heavy sigh escaping you the moment you sat on the mattress; the text messages that stared back at you were oddly reassuring as you skimmed through them. 

Yeonjun

hey, you look stunning

I’ll meet you there :) 

A smile tugged at your lips; you had been so worried about your appearance that the memory of the picture you sent him earlier had completely been wiped from your mind, his compliment bringing butterflies to your stomach as you hesitantly typed something in return. With your confidence restored, you finally found it in yourself to finish getting ready, trying your best to not overthink things as you smoothed down your clothes in the mirror one last time. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Your friend looks gorgeous; it’s a thought that doesn’t leave your head for the rest of the night, a smile stuck on your face as you never miss a chance to compliment her. Yeonjun does the same with you, his kind eyes and soft smile sending a whirlwind of emotions through you as you shyly reply each time. 

It’s a bit quiet as you sit at your assigned table. It seems as though you’ve run out of things to talk about, and you find yourself fidgeting nervously with you jacket that remains in your lap as Yeonjun looks around the venue; he’s looking for someone, you’re guessing, and judging the way his eyes widen and a smile breaks through his face, you definitely think he’s found them.

“Hey, is it alright if I go say hi to a friend real quick?” Yeonjun asks, his eyes sparkling as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. And oh, who were you to deny him when he looked this cute? The way he has you stuttering out a response is embarrassing, but you refuse to let it show as he sends you a happy smile in return. 

A slight twinge of regret hits you the moment he gets up to leave— you’re left alone now. 

You’re sure you look like a lost child as your gaze follows Yeonjun, unsure of what else to do before he’s getting lost in the crowd. You have no idea who these other people are, and you don’t doubt for a second that the fear must be creeping up on your face by now; the only thing you’re counting on now is the hope that Yeonjun will come back soon. 

A few minutes pass; you’re scrolling through your phone awkwardly, pretending as though you’re not counting down the seconds as you glance around the room every once in a while. It’s been ten minutes— you’re sure you look pitiful now, sitting alone at this table hidden in a corner. 

After more time passes, you know that Yeonjun probably forgot all about you now. It’s a sad and pathetic thing to feel as you anxiously trudge up to the table filled with desserts and finger foods, biting at your lips as you try not to pity yourself and drown in embarrassment. But before you know it, you’re back to your overthinking self, left on edge as you scurry back to your table the moment you fill your small dessert plate; there were too many people crowding the table, too many strangers that kept glancing at you curiously, probably finding it strange that none of the people at the party seemed to recognize you. (They don’t care, the rational part of your brain screamed at you.)

Slowly, another more time seems to pass by. The bride is too preoccupied and swarmed for you to talk to her, and you’ve “gone to the bathroom” way too many times for it to be considered normal now. You want to go home. It’s such a shame that you couldn’t find the courage to assimilate or even branch out, but the dance floor is too intimidating for you to approach, and you can’t seem to recognize a single song they’re playing. 

You’re stuck to be nothing more than an observer, not staring at your phone for once as you scan the room for your date once more; you perk up the moment you find him, hoping that he’ll see you and come back the moment you gain his attention.

All hopes are thrown out the window immediately. You find yourself deflating in defeat the moment you pick up on his body language, watching the way he’s enthralled with the person next to him, so affectionate and bubbly as he stares at them with stars in his eyes.

Oh. You think, feeling pathetic for the way you had gotten your hopes up for even a second. Though, after a moment, you find that the romantic sight isn’t what stung as much— the fact that he left you alone without much more of a thought did. 

The room feels stuffy— you told him it was okay to go off on his own, so why should you be mad?— you feel as though everyone is staring at you now, judging you— but you thought he’d return, he insinuated he’d return— the music is so loud, your head is starting to hurt— how would he know you didn’t know anyone else at the party?

The sound of your chair scraping against the floor tiles is unpleasant as you beeline to the entrance, hoping that your brisk steps and troubled expression aren’t too concerning to the people around you. You can feel all the tension within you release the moment you step out, the wind cool on your skin as you let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

You feel stupid the moment you begin to reflect on everything, sitting down at a nearby bench as you lean back against it. You feel stupid for everything; for getting yourself in such a situation, for having such difficulties socializing, for coming to this party in the first place— for inviting Yeonjun. 

You feel stupid for crying. You feel so, oh so stupid as you let all the built-up stress and emotions leak out of you, unable to stop or control it as you stare up at the sky, at the moon and the stars that seem to be your only company for the night. 

“I knew it had to be you,” a voice calls out, and you’re scrambling to wipe at your face, hunched over as you sniffle quietly, much too afraid to turn around to its source as you immediately recognize the mischievous tone. 

You don’t say anything, much too afraid that your voice will betray you as you hear footsteps approach you; your heart is pounding, dread that he’ll see you in such a state pooling in your stomach as you stare down at your lap in silence. 

“I saw you sitting alone in the corner, but I couldn’t figure out if it was really you,” Beomgyu lets out a soft huff as he takes a seat beside you, close enough so your limbs are touching, his body warm as he silently takes you in.

“Hey, what happened?” It’s embarrassing to hear his voice become so tender, so filled with concern as he immediately reaches out for your hand. You can practically feel his eyes burning into you, begging silently for you to look at him as you shake your head softly. 

“Nothing, ‘m just acting stupid,” is all you say, a soft laugh being forced out of you in hopes that he’ll let it all slide. Instead, he shakes his head, bending down to try and meet your gaze that’s cast down at the ground— you turn away immediately, but he’s persistent in his actions as he chases your gaze, poking into your vision until he’s all up in your face; avoiding him is impossible as you laugh at his stupidity, pushing him away as he smiles fondly at you, grabbing ahold of your hands that push at his cheeks in hopes of getting him away. 

“You’re not stupid,” he says, his voice soft as he takes in the way your eyes still shine with tears, “well, you are most of the time, but your feelings aren’t stupid.” 

A grin is breaking out on his face as he watches you become pouty and angry with him, playfully punching his arm as you insult him in return. It’s quiet for a second, and before you know it, you’re staring at the sky again, shoulder to shoulder with Beomgyu as you try to not think about how close the two of you are, or how you’re slowly leaning your head on his sturdy shoulder, the action welcomed as Beomgyu leans his head on yours in return. 

It’s magic; once you start telling him about everything, you can’t stop, surprised that you don’t feel shame or embarrassment for your feelings, the confessions a secret message between him and the moon that shines a light on the two of you. You tell him of all your stress, your troubles, and worries, and how small you felt being left alone inside, feeling helpless as you realized that Yeonjun didn’t find you important enough to return to you.

“I wouldn’t have left your side in the first place.” 

The words are innocent as he says them, but it’s enough to make you feel as though the air got knocked out of you, unsure of what to say as you begin to feel your heart pounding against your chest. 

“Wha— why are you here anyway?” You say, hoping he didn’t pick up on your stutter as you ask him something that’s been on your mind for a while—you don’t remember him mentioning anything about a wedding at all, and you know for a fact your friend and Beomgyu aren’t even acquainted. 

“Hmm? I’m here with Soobin,” Beomgyu says, and you’re furrowing your brows at his words; how in the world did you not see them? “The groom’s his cousin.” 

“Oh,” you say, pulling away as you hear someone walking nearby, your body getting tired from being in the same position for so long. Forcing yourself to stand, you watch Beomgyu quickly follow suit, patting yourself down as you look at your clothes pathetically; you let out a soft sigh, ashamed that you let such a pretty outfit go to waste on a night like this. 

“God, I feel so stupid for wasting my time on all this,” you say, feeling small under Beomgyu’s gaze as you begin to wonder if you look bad. 

Instead, Beomgyu says nothing; he takes a step closer to you, taking your appearance in as you avoid his eyes like the plague. You can feel yourself becoming flustered from his lack of response, your heartbeat quickening as he takes another step closer to you— he’s so close, you can feel his scent drowning your senses. 

Softly, he cups your face; your eyes are widening as he tilts your head up, his lidded eyes meeting yours for a moment before he’s leaning in; gently, his lips touch your skin, plush and soft as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

“You look beautiful— I’m glad you came.” 

Your mind seems to blank at that, unable to say anything more before he’s urging you to go back inside, scolding you that it’s too cold to be out without a jacket— his blazer is coming off the moment he points that out, his jacket heavy on your shoulders as you attempt to process everything.

It doesn’t help that he tenderly takes hold of your hand after, beginning to ramble about how emotional Soobin is as you pretend that you’re following along to everything he says; mentally, you’re still trying to figure out how to react to everything that happened in such a short period of time. 

You leave the party with Beomgyu and Soobin (who both made the experience much more enjoyable)— Yeonjun doesn’t contact you even after you’re long gone. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“He kissed you?” 

“Don’t say it like that!” You fuss, throwing a pillow at Soobin as you cross your arms in annoyance, “He kissed me on the forehead, there’s a difference.”

“Right, of course,” he mumbles, his words trailing off as his focus is drawn back to his game of Mario Kart; it had been an impulsive decision to visit Soobin the weekend after the wedding, knowing enough about the two roommates that you’d be certain Beomgyu wouldn’t be around— so now you sit on Soobin’s bed, biting your lip as you spill your thoughts in hopes of getting a second opinion. 

“So…?”

“Jesus, Soob,” you groan, throwing yourself back on the bed in frustration, “You know damn well he’s not like that with me!”

“Not like what?” Soobin’s obliviousness is almost award-winning, and it has you gawking at him hard enough that he can pick up on it from his peripheral vision, “Was it weird? Are you weirded out by him now?”

“Well— no, of course not…” you mumble, trailing off as you’re forced to reflect on what his actions meant to you— what did you feel for him? You’re certainly not disgusted or weirded out by the actions, but you can’t help but feel strange as the memories of that night seem to pester you endlessly.

“I just… feel confused, maybe,” you admit, brows furrowing as you watch Soobin curse lowly under his breath— your eyes flicker back to the screen of his small tv, watching with slight amusement as he gets hit with a blue shell, the man before you jostling in his place beside you on the bed as he takes a second to process your words. Glancing back at you, his eyes widen, quickly focusing back on the screen as he takes a second to think. 

“Confused? Why would you feel confused?” He asks, tilting his head before he’s muttering under his breath again— he groans, throwing his head back as he lands in second place, cursing out the person that took his spot bitterly before he’s throwing the control to the side and turning to you, “you’re friends, no?” 

“I— yeah,” you say, unsure of why you feel restless as you sit up on his bed— you feel as though what he’s telling you isn’t really what you want to hear, but what you actually want to hear is unknown, even to you, “I just… you don’t think anything of his actions?”

Soobin pauses at your words; it’s clear he’s thinking back to the events you told him about, his eyes drifting to the ceiling before he begins to hum softly, fingers drumming rhythmically on his bedsheets before he’s tilting his head thoughtfully.

“Well, I guess it was a bit random, coming from him,” he begins, watching as you perk up at his sentence, “but he was just trying to comfort you, don’t you think?”

That definitely doesn’t seem to be what you wanted to hear. It frustrates you as you press your lips together, unsure of why you feel oddly underwhelmed at the thought that there was no deeper meaning to his actions— that it had all been done because Beomgyu simply felt obligated to.

“Yeah, I guess so…” you mumble quietly, unsure of why you feel much more tired than you did a few seconds before, telling Soobin to go back to his game as you let yourself get comfortable on his bed— he’s quick to question your sudden behavior change, but it’s far too late for you to talk to him as you wrap yourself in his blankets, kicking his side playfully the moment he asks you to not fall asleep on him; you’re able to see the way he laughs with a slight roll of his eyes, but your eyes feel much too heavy for you to take offense to it. 

Your dreams are filled with what-ifs and romantic scenarios with a perfect, faceless stranger, their aura so comforting and warm that you can’t help but feel like you’re at home. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

There’s something weird about Beomgyu.

Granted, Beomgyu’s weird in general— you’d like to chalk it up to you just being your normal, overthinking self again, but you’d almost say that your relationship’s dynamic has changed; it’s subtle, but it’s there— even if you’re withholding from saying anything from the fear of being proven wrong— his gestures, the way he looks at you, it’s all… shifted. 

He doesn’t try to fight you as much as he used to; if he does, he’s quick to drop it, not as petulant and persistent as you’re used to— it always leaves you confused and oddly irritated, smacking Beomgyu’s head away like a child the moment you notice him staring at you a little too long— it never fails to leave you disoriented, his eyes hiding something that you’re not sure you’d like to uncover as you choose to retaliate with violence.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you sneer, throwing your pillow at Beomgyu as the others remain unphased at your antics; it was just supposed to be a normal hangout like any other, yet Beomgyu just insisted on catching your attention with his stupid eyes— his eyes that resembled a puppy’s as you caught him staring at you multiple times in the last thirty minutes, catching you off guard every time as you were left flustered by how soft and fond he looked— after the tenth time of catching him, you found yourself to be tired of watching as he simply smiled and looked away like all the other times. 

“I’m not even looking at you,” Beomgyu responds immediately, his face stoic as he looks down at his phone. (That he had just pulled out in a weak attempt to deceive you.) 

“Stop lying, you little freak!” You continue, a frown on your face as you throw whatever else is next to you on the bed; you can hear Hueningkai whining about you abusing his plushies, but you don’t pay any mind to his comments as Beomgyu catches it effortlessly, hugging the Molang plushie tightly against his chest as he tilts his head at your comment, batting his lashes in faux innocence. Defeatedly, you groan, lying back on the bed as you throw an arm over your face. 

“God, you’re so annoying,” you whine, able to kick Beomgyu’s leg with your limited reach; you can hear the bed shifting past the noise of Soobin and Hueningkai raging on Mario Kart, but you try to not react to it as you press your lips together and shut your eyes tightly— after a moment, you feel Beomgyu’s hand poking your side. 

“You don’t mean that,” he says, and you can practically hear his pout as he continues poking you, trying to get a reaction out of you as he speaks, “I know you don’t mean that, right? Come on, tell me you don’t.”

You remain silent for as long as you can— but that proves itself to be incredibly difficult, because when Beomgyu wants a reaction from someone, he won’t stop until he gets one— and after what feels like forever, you finally decide to look at him, simply because you feel as though a bruise will form at your side if this child next to you keeps poking it so aggressively.

“Yes, I do mean it,” you say, squinting your eyes as you find Beomgyu’s face hovering over yours.

Beomgyu has always been like this— always touchy with others, never one to miss up on the chance to cling to the people he cares for— yet, you find your heart beating a little harder now, eyes shaking as you find yourself so close to him that you’re practically sharing the air you breathe; so close you could count every lash on his round eyes that stare down at you, close enough that if you crane your head up even a little, you could kiss him. 

Oh god, that’s weird, you realize, eyes widening as you turn your head to the side, looking away from him and slapping your hand flat on his forehead in an attempt to push him away; you succeed without much of an effort, only able to look at him once he’s sat up completely. 

“Get away from me,” you scold him, yet even though it’s lighthearted as always, you can’t help the way your voice wavers weakly, quieting down as you watch him continue to pout at you, “seriously, you have no concept of personal space.” 

Usually, you’d expect Beomgyu to up his antics by a hundred; torment you like a toddler, forcing your friends to intervene once they’ve decided they’ve had enough of your disruptive behavior— anything would be better than watching Beomgyu narrow his eyes at you, oddly quiet before he lets out a soft “hmph.” Crossing his arms, he scooches away from you until he’s entirely pressed into the corner, far enough so that you can’t touch him no matter how much you stretch. 

And just like you requested, he refuses to look at you the rest of the time— his action baffles you so much that you end up scooting over to torment him, whining petulantly for him to look at you again before you give up, kneeling next to him as you watch the way he stares at the wall in front of him, not even hiding his annoyance as he says thought you didn’t want me to look at you. 

That’s enough to stop you completely— why were you doing this? Why had his actions bothered you so much? You remain silent after his comment, unsure of what else to say before you’re settling down next to him, stretching out your legs and crossing your arms as you mirror his posture; you look like scolded children, you hear Taehyun comment at some point, but you pay no mind to it as you remain by Beomgyu’s side diligently— it’s enough to have your mind racing with odd thoughts after approximately five minutes. 

Beomgyu always smells so nice, you find yourself thinking, the familiar smell enveloping your senses and making your arms hug yourself a little tighter— he smells of fresh laundry and a warm spring breeze. Your eyes grow heavier as you watch your friends play Minecraft on the television— it feels so warm and comforting as you take in the way the sun has already set— you’ll probably have to go back to your dorm soon, but you can’t really find the energy to wake yourself back up as the calming music of the game quickly affects your mind. 

Your upper body is sliding against the wall behind you; you don’t mean for it to happen, but it’s such a slow progression that you don’t realize the moment you’re now shoulder to shoulder with Beomgyu— his sweater is warm against your skin, and suddenly you regret wearing a t-shirt and not something warmer— your breaths are evening out, and as much as you want to see Soobin’s finished house that he keeps boasting about, you can’t help the way your vision blurs as you watch the screen in front of you, your head lolling forward a few times before your mind decides to fall asleep.

Beomgyu can see from the corner of his eye the moment you fall asleep, your head dropping down in an uncomfortable position as he finally turns to look at you. 

You have no concept of personal space, your voice rings in his head, and he can’t help but find himself laughing as he watches the way you remained glued to his side the moment he began ignoring you, your shoulders pressed together as you slowly begin to lean more of your body weight onto him. Slowly, he moves, careful to not wake you as he reaches out for your head; his hands are gentle and tender as he moves your head to rest on his shoulder, reaching over to a nearby blanket before he’s throwing it over your shoulders— you’re warm beside him as Beomgyu tries his hardest to suppress his smile, biting his cheek so hard he thinks he might just draw blood. 

You remain unaware of it all, shifting in your sleep so you’re practically cuddling into his side, searching desperately for more of the scent that brings you dreams of flower fields and love. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 

Your theory has been proven right— something has changed about your relationship with Beomgyu, but it’s definitely not him. 

It’s you.

No, Beomgyu has changed a bit as well— he’s sweeter and a lot more gentle around you, sure, but it hasn’t been enough for it to be glaringly obvious— no, the problem lies with you, and the way you’ve begun to act and think around Beomgyu.

Friends don’t act the way you do; they don’t spit out insults left and right and act coldly while their mind races with dangerous thoughts, heart racing a little faster when their mind begins to whisper sweet what ifs; no, friends don’t do what you do, finding yourself staring at Beomgyu much longer than you’d like to admit before you’re paring it off with a swift, snarky comment, enough to start a petty argument that’ll have you wondering if Beomgyu was always so pouty when he talked, his lips pink and soft as you found your eyes drifting down to them more times than you’d like to admit. 

Friends don’t pair off such thoughts with violence— it’s enough to have your friends asking if Beomgyu has managed to piss you off somehow, and even though you try to play it off each time, you can’t help but wonder if you really are angry at him. 

The answer is somewhat of a yes— but you’re angrier at the way you can’t seem to act the same around him anymore, angry at the way you’ve begun to see him in a new light involuntarily— every intrusive thought is attempted to be pushed down as you try to force your old, feisty behavior back on him. 

Eventually, Beomgyu picks up on your behavior as well, and he reluctantly distances himself from you on the assumption that he has angered you somehow— the sudden loss is enough to make you angry with yourself, feeling awkward around him every time your friends hang out together.

Tonight was no exception.

You’re trailing behind the group the moment you feel your mind beginning to wander, the bright lights from the stalls around you and the various items being sold falling numb on your brain as you get lost in thought, the music playing all around becoming muddled to your ears— the festival being held tonight was supposed to be a way for all of you to take a break from your studies and have fun, yet you seem to be failing at the latter as you find your eyes drifting— like a vicious habit, they fall on Beomgyu. 

Oh, this is so weird, you think to yourself, still not used to the thoughts that begin to formulate in your head; no matter how much you try to push them away, you can’t help but notice how good he looks tonight; his hair styled nicely, bangs falling into his eyes with every breeze as his hands quickly come up to push the hair out his eyes; the soft lights from above and the lanterns that are lit as decoration turn the scenery around you into one big haze, absentminded as you watch your friends become distracted with the many food and souvenir shops, your mind much more occupied with other things as you find yourself daydreaming.

Like a coward, you turn away the moment Beomgyu catches you staring; your cheeks feel hot and you try to pretend as though you don’t feel Beomgyu staring at you for a moment, much more focused on the cute keychains the stall in front of you is selling as you show Hueningkai happily— it’s enough to distract you from your traitorous thoughts as you wonder if you should buy one, glancing at the price tag before you sober up and decide that it’s better to walk away; you’re giggling with Hueningkai as he pokes fun at you for being so cheap, falling into the playful banter before you feel the urge to look away from him— your eyes meet with Beomgyu’s on instinct. 

The way your expression turns awkward and your words die on your tongue doesn’t go unnoticed by Beomgyu— you’re mentally kicking yourself as you watch him turn his back on you, and you’re beginning to wonder if you’ve taken the role of defense so hard that you’ve driven Beomgyu away from you— guilt seeps into your chest as you stare at his back, trailing behind him like a sad puppy as you begin to reflect on your recent actions. 

The more you dwell on it, the more guilt you feel, trudging along with everyone else as the distance between you and Beomgyu grows; it’s enough to have you realize how your actions must have come across to the boy in front of you, your heart sinking as you watch the way his eyes immediately jump away the moment they meet yours— avoidant, scared to see your reaction as he quickly distracts himself with something else. 

You’ve been acting so childish, you realize, wondering how you can get Beomgyu to at least talk to you again as you try to fall into step beside him— all attempts to strike up a conversation fall short as he responds curtly to you each time, clearly hurt by your previous actions as you find yourself giving up after a while. 

Oh, why does it hurt so much to have Beomgyu ignoring you? You’ve done this to yourself, yet you can’t stand the thought of not being by Beomgyu’s side tonight. Your heart feels heavy and the lively atmosphere around you has become a lot more dull than you’d like as you quickly find your thoughts spiraling out of control, wondering what you can do to fix things. 

“I heard there’s a firework show happening in an hour,” Soobin says, appearing at your side as the others become distracted with another booth nearby. You’ve decided to fall behind as you notice a booth that’s selling jewelry, two hairpins catching your eye as you stare at the pretty pieces decorated with intricate flowers. You’re snapped out of your daze as you look up, your fingers still running over the flower designs in your hands as you feel the metal slowly warm up from the heat of your skin.

“Apparently the view up there is supposed to be the best,” he continues, nodding at the end of the hill that’s already filled with people, a big tree that grows in the center of it all illuminating them from the warm lanterns that hang from its thick branches, “we should go, don’t you think?” 

“Hmm… yeah,” your distant and soft voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Soobin as he raises a brow at you, eyes slowly taking you in before he’s following your line of sight— without meaning to, you’ve found yourself staring at Beomgyu again, watching as he’s gone quiet as well, mirroring your mood and no doubt lost in his thoughts as the idea of you being the cause of this brings a frown to your face. 

“We’ll head up in thirty minutes…” Soobin continues, watching as you snap out of your daze and turn away from him; staring down at the pins in your hand, wondering how much they might cost as you begin to rummage for your wallet quietly, “We’ll try to get a good view, okay?” 

“Okay, sounds cool,” you say, not entirely processing his words as he ushers you to follow behind him once you’ve bought the hairpins— you can see the way he glances back at you every once in a while, but you try to ignore the concern in his eyes as you force yourself to smile, brightening up your mood in hopes that you can finally get him to stop worrying. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re hiking up the large hill; there’s a man-made trail you follow along, and you can already spot the crowds of people from afar, the number of friend groups and couples huddled together making your stomach twist involuntarily. 

Inevitably, you find yourself growing tired; the hill wasn’t steep, but you weren’t exactly the most energetic tonight as you quickly found your steps trudging along, watching your friends continue to walk ahead as you reassured them that you were fine— just a little tired, don’t worry. 

You’re stopped in your tracks completely as you stumble over a hole in the ground— you’re tripping, letting out a soft gasp before you’re tumbling to the ground; you’re left to fuss over the dirt on your clothes before you realize how much you’ve fallen behind, sighing in dismay as you slowly straighten yourself out— your hands brush over your pockets, and you freeze entirely when you reach inside, only able to find one hairpin as you feel your heart sink at the realization. 

It’s completely dark now— there’s not even a ray of light that could assist you in your search, the lanterns from afar not doing much to illuminate the ground below you; you’re falling to your knees immediately as you begin to pat the ground around you in a panic, only able to feel grass and dirt as your hands become dirty, wincing slightly as you feel a particularly sharp rock scratch against your hand; your teeth sinking into your wobbling lip as you feel your emotions threaten to tumble down. 

Patting your pockets in search for your phone, you realize with dread that you seem to have dropped that as well; you pause your search in defeat, staring at the dark ground around you as you begin to wonder what you should do— you feel so childish at the feeling of a lump forming in your throat, your heart racing against your chest as you begin to dread the feeling of your eyes stinging— in one last attempt to keep your composure, you sniffle, wiping at your eyes before you go back to your search, desperate to find the items as you pat the ground around you harshly. 

“You’ll stab yourself with a rock if you keep doing that,” a voice above you says, and you’re scrambling to make yourself look put together and nonchalant as you raise your head to the sound; squinting, you wince at the bright light that shines at you, shielding your eyes from it as you find the face of the figure that speaks to you— Beomgyu’s expression is unreadable as he stares down at you, tilting his head as he waits for you to say something— after a while, he simply sighs, pointing his phone’s flashlight at the ground and coming to your side with slow steps. 

“What happened,” he asks, although his voice is so distant and tense that it barely comes out as a question, “What’re you looking for?” 

“My phone,” you mutter sheepishly, avoiding his gaze completely as you let him shine the ground around you with his light. It’s silent between you two, and you can’t help but be frustrated at how tense you’ve managed to make the atmosphere around you again— after what seems like forever, you’re finally able to spot your phone, scattered on the hill below as you carefully make your way to it. 

Beomgyu finds it a bit odd that you’re reluctant to make your way back to him, shining your phone’s flashlight and pointing it to the ground around as you seemingly search for something else, despite your words that you’d only lost his phone. He’s taking a step toward you, about to call your name before he sees it— something shines in his peripheral vision, reacting to his phone’s light as he finds himself walking to it without much thought. 

“The fireworks are starting soon,” Beomgyu says softly, his voice much closer than you expected as you find yourself turning to face him; his phone is put away, and the only things able to illuminate him are the remnants of the light from the lanterns that manage to reach the two of you and the fireflies that softly twinkle around him. 

You slowly tuck your phone away in defeat; it’s much too embarrassing to admit what else you were looking for, gulping nervously as you glance back up the hill— you can see your friends in the very distance, their backs facing you as they remain huddled together— and back at him, unable to stop the way your lips part in shock, eyes widening as you find Beomgyu slowly handing something to you.

The pin is free of dirt as he holds it delicately in his hand, as though he were afraid to break it; you can’t help but notice the way his palm shakes as he waits for you to take it, letting out a slow exhale before he smiles bitterly.

“It’s pretty,” he says, lips pressed together as you take it from him. The small thank you that leaves your lips is awkward and forced, and Beomgyu thinks he might just burst as you immediately look away from him— he feels tormented as he waits for you to say something, anything, only to watch as you continue to ignore the elephant in the room. 

Ten minutes. That’s all he has before your attention is taken by the pretty show that is about to begin, and Beomgyu will be damned if he doesn’t take this chance to confront you— to get things back to how they were before. 

“Do you hate me?” His statement is strong enough to have you looking at him once more, eyes wide and scandalized as you uselessly attempt to stutter out a reply. Beomgyu licks his lips nervously as he backtracks, clearing his throat as he realizes that he may have started off a little too strong. 

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” He attempts again, his mind racing and taking control of his mouth as he doesn’t allow you to respond, “You’ve been acting so cold to me recently, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Things have been weird since the… since the wedding thing.” 

It seems as though that’s enough to have Beomgyu putting everything together, his brows knitting together in a frown as he realizes how he’s become more vulnerable around you— and how much you’ve pushed him away in retaliation.

“I’m sorry if it was weird. I didn’t mean to change things between us, I’d understand if it made you uncomfortable, but you’ve been acting so mean to me recently, and I can’t help but feel as though I’ve really crossed the line—“

It’s surprising to Beomgyu when he feels his words begin to stick in his mouth, stumbling over them and stuttering, repeating his points over and over as he realizes it’s all happening again. You’ve managed to catch him at a vulnerable time yet again, and he can feel his cheeks grow warm in frustration as he watches as you stand before him, unsure of what to say as he continues to pour his heart out to you. 

“Beomgyu,” you say quietly, interrupting him with ease as he finds himself out of breath, sighing shakily as he watches the way you clutch the hairpin close to you, pausing for a second as you begin to think of what to say. 

“I don’t… hate you,” you begin, your every word uncertain as though you were trying to figure the answer out yourself, “I’m not mad at you, either. And— and you didn’t cross any lines, nor do I find you weird— well, maybe a little, but…” 

“But?” Beomgyu continues, finding himself unable to hold himself back as he urges you to continue, “You’ve been so— so avoidant, and it’s weird because you’ve made me feel as though I did something wrong—!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong Beomgyu!” You say, sighing in frustration as you take in the man before you— Beomgyu seems to be doing no better than you, but in this moment, you feel as though everything is finally coming together, the man in front of you reminding you of everything you’ve been dreaming of— of comfort, of home, of love. 

Choi Beomgyu is the type of guy who is brutally honest. He’s the type of person who will ridicule you and poke fun at you in order to get a reaction, to act like a child and throw tantrums in order to get his way and bat his eyes innocently when accused. He’s the type of person that will have you wondering if he’s really in his twenties, and isn’t actually three children hiding under a trenchcoat. 

Choi Beomgyu is the type of guy who will show up unannounced, who will find you no matter how far and force you to eat because he figured out that you’ve been cooped inside all day. He’s the type of guy that loses fights on purpose, who will cling to you like a baby under the pretense that he’s only doing it to be annoying. He’s the type of person that will sneak compliments at the most inconvenient times, who will put a blanket over your shoulders and move your head when you’re asleep because he knows how much your neck will ache if you leave it in a certain position. 

Choi Beomgyu has loved you quietly— in his everyday actions, treating it like second nature as he cares for you in secret— through his words, through his thoughts, and through his eyes that manage to spill enough emotions that leave you speechless. 

Choi Beomgyu is the type of person who will always be vulnerable to you, no matter how dangerous; even if it means you pushing him away again, he grits his teeth and stands before you, baring his heart and asking you to take care of it the way he’s taken care of yours.

“You wouldn’t even look at me,” He says, taking a step closer to you as his voice drops significantly; he’s hesitant, afraid to hear your response as he attempts to keep his gaze cold.

“Why are you being like this?” His voice is hurt and angry, and you can’t help the way everything seems to bubble up and spill out of you uncontrollably the moment he grows defensive again. 

“It’s because I like you, dumbass!” The words are a confession to both him and yourself as you finally let it out— the words feel new and strange in your mouth, your tongue testing everything out as you take in the way the sentence leaves a taste behind it— it tastes sweet. 

“I like you and it’s weird because it’s all so new, I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this about you and I’m scared because…” you huff, brows furrowing as you take a second to think; Why were you scared? 

“Because… I don’t know,” you admit, shoulder sagging as you take in the way Beomgyu can simply stare at you, waiting for you to finish, “I don’t know. I like you and I’m afraid, this is all so new and I thought that if I tried to push these feelings away, it’d all go back to normal, because I was afraid that you’d… that you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

Afraid you’d be wrong. Afraid you’d get hurt again, that you managed to interpret all his actions wrong and would simply be getting your hopes up— afraid that you’d hurt him, even though you already have. 

“Afraid I wouldn’t feel the same?” He echoes, his voice laced with disbelief as he practically breathes the words out— he feels out of breath, his heart pounding against his chest as his mind begins to process everything you told him— I like you, dumbass, your voice remains on his mind like a broken record, and he can’t help the way he laughs softly, in disbelief as he realizes how stupid this whole argument has been. 

“I’ve— I’m the one who should be saying that,” he says, running a hand through his hair before he’s laughing again— then again, and again until it’s all an uncontrollable mess, his eyes creasing and his nose scrunching as he takes in your befuddled expression; you stand frozen before him, incredulous as you wonder how you should respond to a reaction like this.

“I knew you were a bit stupid, but this is just too much,” he teases you, throwing you off guard so much that you slap his arm like instinct; it’s enough to have you snapping out of your heartfelt moment as you pout at him, scolding him for being so mean and ruining what was supposed to be something serious. 

Beomgyu is the type to be eerily attuned to a person’s emotions; which is exactly why he chooses to be childish now, when he saw the way your eyes shone with tears and you became shaky as you waited for him to respond, able to get your mind off your irrational fears as you immediately went back to your pouty, whiny self.

You’re so fucking mean, you cry out, smacking him again before he takes your hand; pulling you closer, he smiles, his eyes filled with mischief as he takes in the way you quickly fluster from his proximity. 

Beomgyu smells of spring and comfort, his hands warm against your skin as he cups your face gently; you can’t control the way you gulp at his actions, his eyes lighting up as he waits for you to do something— to pull away, to shut him out, anything that could stop the dangerous path his mind is taking— but you don’t, your hand that remained a fist against his chest slowly pressing against it, shaking and firm as you attempt to steady yourself; in turn, you feel his heart, fast and thundering against your palm as you find yourself getting closer to him; close enough to watch the way his hair falls into his eyes, close enough to count every individual lash on his lids that flutter shut, and close enough to feel his lips against yours. 

He tastes of honey and the cherry lip balm he always uses, his kiss sweet and unsure as you feel his pillowy lips move against yours; you think you might just melt into him as he pulls you closer, his other hand grasping firmly at your waist before he’s tugging you in closer— chest against chest, trying to feel you wholly as though you’d disappear into thin air the next second—  and he tilts his head curiously, deepening the kiss and refusing to pull away even if his lungs begin to burn.

Beomgyu thinks he could stay this way forever; he holds you delicately, as though he were afraid to lose you at any moment, the feeling of your warm palm pressing against his heart the only reminder that he’s alive— yes, he’s alive. This is real, and he finally has you here with him, able to love you as loudly as he wants, if you’ll let him.

And of course you’ll let him— you feel curious as you allow your hands to explore, to run across his shoulders and lace themselves in his hair, able to feel the soft locks that have been blowing about freely all night long— you feel curious to explore these new feelings, letting them in and allowing them to blossom as you finally pull away.

Beomgyu laughs the moment you pull away— because you only do so from the loud sounds of fireworks in the distance, jolting in his hold as you turn around to find the source of the sound; your face is lighting up at the pretty lights, a smile growing on your face as you take it all in. 

“So pretty,” you sigh out, looking back at Beomgyu, only to find him already staring at you; you smile shyly as you feel him take in the pin from your hands, reaching up hesitantly before you’re guiding him in his actions; you carefully clip in the hairpin as you smile, watching the way he takes you in carefully— his eyes are fond and sweet as he nods, caressing your cheek before he grins. 

“Very pretty.” 

You scoff at his response, rolling your eyes before you’re poking fun at how predictable he is— but Beomgyu doesn’t care, and he would do it again, anything to watch as you laugh with joy, growing shy under his gaze as he realizes he’s staring again— but this time, he doesn’t feel forced to look away. 

Neither do you. You allow yourself to meet his gaze, uncertain and giddy as you allow yourself to feel everything you’ve tried to hide, to think about everything you’ve tried to ignore. Reaching in your pocket, you pull out the second hairpin you picked, carefully reaching up to brush his bangs out of his eyes; they flutter shut at the action, and you can’t help but smile at how peaceful he looks, his face lit up in every which color as the firework show continues behind you. 

“There,” you say after a moment, watching as Beomgyu slowly opens his eyes before he’s reaching for the accessory you’ve put in— you smile as you watch him run his fingers over the design, the same flowers that decorate your pin as you watch the realization dawn on him. 

“So pretty,” you say again, and Beomgyu can’t help but smile as you keep your eyes on him— unable to look away, even if it means you’ll miss the mesmerizing fireworks that continue to light up behind you. 

As Beomgyu laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly before he’s gently telling you to turn around so you can watch the show together, he wonders if any daydream he’s concocted could ever compare to the real thing; he knows that answer is no, not with the way you still can’t help yourself as you glance at him every once in a while, your eyes wide and alight as you look at him as though he were your whole world— he feels as though he could melt with every glance, his heart beating faster as he realizes that he’ll no longer have to daydream.

He’ll no longer have to love you quietly, biting his tongue at the thought as he fights back a delirious smile— pulling you into him, he feels the way you’re quick to embrace him, inhaling deeply before you’re letting out a sigh of contentment. 

Your love, your comfort, your home— Choi Beomgyu has been all of it, and you’re more than ready to reciprocate it all as you hold him a little tighter— taking his heart into your hands, with the quiet promise that you’ll care for him just as he always has for you. 

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

Bad Habits

***Essentially head-cannons of the boys’ bad habits. In case you were wondering, yes, I use these to write my fanfics. It makes a world of difference. Also I am literally Stiles.***

Aiello

*Horrible road rage. If he gets cut off in traffic he’s yelling out the window at them about what a horrible driver they are and how they need their license suspended.

*Has the worst foul mouth you’ve ever seen. He stubs his toe and out comes a long string of curse words that would make even a sailor blush. Accidentally taught his five-year-old nephew to curse like that.

*Leaves shoes and crap all over the floor because he doesn’t feel like picking it up.

*So very, very nosy. Goes through everyone’s things and tries to act innocent when they find out. Often read his sisters’ journals when he was younger and they slapped him for it.

* A perfectionist to a fault. If he doesn’t do it right the first time he rage quits and practically has a tantrum over it. Has a hard time picking up new things because of it.

Zussman

* Has a pile of dishes in his room from various midnight snacks. His mom yells at him because he’s the reason she can never find more that two plates at meal times.

*Falls down the stairs at least once a week because he takes them two at a time. Has amassed numerous sprained ankles/wrists and a couple broken fingers like that.

* Runs in the house with socks on and slips and falls on the hardwood floors. Very clumsy young man.

* Can’t sit still for anything. Got in trouble for it often as a kid. Most likely has adhd.

*Tends to buy unnecessary items because he thinks they look cool then never uses them.

Stiles

*Tends to neglect basic life stuff (eating, hygiene, cleaning, ect) in favor of hyper-focusing on his hobbies.

*Eats raw cookie dough/cake batter because his sweet tooth tells him to. Has had to go to the hospital for salmonella because of this countless times.

*So awkward with girls. He tries to flirt and says something creepy then makes it worse when he tries to backtrack and fix it.

*Info dumping random information on people who never asked for it in the first place.

*Collects hobbies like they’re going out of style (see what I did there 😉?) but only actively does, like, three of them.

*Collects sweater vests and never wears them.

Daniels

*Bites his tongue while eating on a regular basis.

*Lets Hazel pick out his clothes because he doesn’t know how to match.

*Flops around like a fish out of water trying to get comfortable in bed at night. It irritates Hazel to no end.

*Won’t go in the attic because “There are spiders up there.” This guy fought in a war and he’s terrified of spiders.

*Isnt allowed to do laundry because he always manages to screw it up somehow (whites turn pink, stretches out knit sweaters, loses baby socks, ect)

[tooxmanyxships]

something about them having a domestic ass argument and lando making daniel sleep on the couch that night and then going to go sleep w him on the couch bc he can’t sleep w out him 😭

Silly domestic fights is just so them

If you'd told Daniel a few years ago, maybe even just a few weeks, that some stupid argument about how to do the laundry right would get you a ticket to one night sleeping on the couch, he would have laughed in your face.

Now, however, he found himself in that exact predicament.

So what if he forced the washing machine to stop before it's time so he could pull his sweater out?

No one told him the floor would suddenly be soaking wet.... And the washing program was ruined.

He thought it would be fine. But it wasn't.

And to make it even worse, he gave Lando some smart-ass replies, which all resulted in Lando telling him that he would be sleeping on the couch that night.

He thought he could get away with just sneaking into the room that evening, but Lando held a hand against his chest, looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Where do you think you're going?" emphasis on the last you in that sentence.

"Going to sleep?" Daniel tried to play aloof.

Lando snorted, lightly putting pressure on the hand against the other's chest. "Your 'bed' is in the living room."

"You're serious about this?"

"Of course I am. I told you earlier. You have a date with the couch."

"Can't I get my pyjamas?"

"You don't wear them."

Daniel huffed, "Fine. Can I at least have a pillow and a blanket?"

"Closet in the hallway."

And there goes his arguments, because they'd already brushed their teeth together and it was stupid to ask to do it again.

"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?"

Lando clicks his tongue, but holds onto his boyfriend's shoulder as he softly kisses his cheek.

"Night Danny."

Slightly deflated, but too proud and too stubborn to show it, Daniel gives him a mock salute and goes to grab a pillow and blanket out of the laundry closet in the hallway.

He makes his way to the couch and drops himself down onto it.

Might as well make himself as comfortable as possible.

~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~

Sending Daniel out to sleep on the couch had seemed like a great idea at first.

He was punished for almost breaking the washing machine and letting Lando do the cleaning of the bathroom.

But now..... After like 2 hours of tossing and turning in the too big bed, Lando was starting to think twice about his decision.

Instead of being able to curl up against his boyfriend's warmth, Daniel's side of the bed was cold.

He tried to cuddle up with the other's pillow but it wasn't the same. Not even close.

He simply couldn't sleep.

He stared up at the ceiling, a huff of annoyance at himself escaping his lips.

Why had he made the awful decision to make Daniel sleep on the couch again?

Finally giving up, he pushed himself out of the bed and slowly shuffled into the living room.

It was dark, but the small gap between the curtains sent some tiny bit of light onto the couch where he could make out his boyfriend's sleeping form.

Threading carefully, Lando tiptoed to the couch.

He hovered over Daniel's sleeping body, watching the rise and fall of his chest through the movement of his side.

His face was turned towards him, but his eyes were closed.

The couch wasn't really that big, but maybe he could make himself fit.

He sat down on the edge of the couch, then lowered himself into a lying down position very slowly. Wiggling around to get himself to fit.

It worked so far.

But then - --

Then Daniel made a move in his sleep, making Lando scramble to not fall to the floor.

He'd resigned himself to his misfortune already and closed his eyes before the drop, but it never came.

Blinking his eyes open in confusion, Lando finally realized that there was an arm wrapped securely around his middle and his back was pressed against a solid chest.

A solid chest which suddenly rumbled with a quiet chuckle.

Lando turned himself around carefully and found himself staring into a pool of warm brown eyes.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Lando huffed. Holding back on the urge to slap his boyfriend's chest.

"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled with a half shrug.

"You missed me, huh."

An eye roll, "No. Just couldn't sleep."

Daniel poked Lando's side, making him squirm.

"Just tell me that you missed me."

"No!"

Daniel started tickling his boyfriend for real now, who squeaked and squirmed, the only thing keeping him from falling was Daniel's arm, because Daniel was somehow able to tickle and hold him on the couch at the same time.

"Daniel!" Lando sounded almost out of breath. "Danny, stop!"

"Admit it then. You missed me in our bed."

"Never!"

"Well... Enjoy the floor then."

"N-no!!!"

Daniel acted like he was pushing Lando off the couch, but in reality he just rolled them over so Lando was trapped between the back of the couch and his boyfriend's body, but at least he wouldn't fall.

Daniel shuffled them both around a bit to get as comfortable as possible.

He let Lando tuck his face into his neck and gently rubbed his hand over his back, letting him calm down from the tickle attack.

As the younger male got his breathing back under control, he murmured softly into the Aussie's skin.

"I did."

If he wanted to be obnoxious, Daniel would ask him to say it again, but instead he just smiled and turned his head a little to kiss the side of his lover's head that he could reach.

"I know."

A snort.

"At least I didn't give in and didn't let you sleep in our bed."

A soft laugh. Warm and deep.

It felt like coming home every time.

"At least there's that."

[ghuleh-witch]

And We Are Tied As One Eternally-X

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: none for this chapter Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, kind of a slow burn, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2341 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church. Ao3 || Masterlist Chapters: 10/? Previous Chapters Tag list: @sodoswitchimage Fic Divider by gothdaddyissues

A couple of days had gone by and somehow Ellie managed to get the paperwork filled out for a new restraining order and got it into the hands of the local judge. She knew it would take some time between the judge approving the order and the order going into effect, but it was the first step in the right direction. She didn’t feel as worried about Ethan knowing that Aether and Swiss were constantly around. Despite their odd behaviors and presence, she was comforted by them. She talked to them whenever she saw them as she was going to work or coming home. Knowing they were just outside her apartment building or her work gave her peace of mind.

It was the morning of mass and Ellie was dressed in tight black jeans and a black sweater. She put on her tourmaline necklace, giving the necklace an affectionate squeeze before she grabbed her purse, and made her way to her car. She waved to Aether who was standing nearby and wondered where Swiss was lurking. She never saw the two together but knew they were always around. 

She drove up to the Ministry and parked before heading inside to the sanctuary where Siblings were gathering. Ellie spotted Gemma, Brianna, and Micha and sat down with them.

“Any news?” Gemma asked her quietly so the other two didn’t hear.

“It’s going to the judge,” Ellie said. “Won’t know anything else for a few days.”

“It’s something at least, right?” Gemma said. “I really wish you’d just stay here. No one would mind. Well, I’m sure Sister Imperator would say something about the rules or whatever but who cares? But I understand why you want to stay where you are. Don’t want to give the man too much power and all.”

Ellie nodded. “Hopefully this will all be over soon.”

“Hopefully. Okay, happier topics now. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing. I’m off. I was just gonna do laundry.”

“Well do it another day. We’re going dress shopping at one,” Gemma said. “I know you don’t have a dress to wear so we’re going to go get one. My treat.”

“Oh, Gemma, that’s nice of you but you don’t need to pay for it,” Ellie said quickly. 

“Think of it as a graduation present when you get your membership,” Gemma said gently and playfully nudging her. “Besides, you have to look good for Papa.”

“It’s not like that,” Ellie said but her protests fell on deaf ears as the music began.

Now knowing all the Papa’s were brothers and Papa Nihil was their father, Ellie began to spot the similarities between Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia. She was staring at Copia as he took the pulpit, resting his notes in front of him as he gazed out over the congregation. Their eyes met and he gave her a small smile before launching into his sermon. 

“Today I wanted to talk to you all about the eleventh rule of satanism,” he began. “It is one of the first rules we learn upon entering this faith. ‘When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him,’ it says. Some of you may have heard our Pagan brethren say something similar ‘Do no harm but take no shit.’” He let out a little chuckle. “We all know that it means don’t bother others but don’t stand for it when someone is bothering you.” He went about the importance of not letting a single person ruin how one lived and enjoyed their life, and how it was equally important to not be the villain in another’s life.

“Life is too short and precious to fuck with people who don’t deserve it,” he said looking around the sanctuary. 

Ellie knew Copia had come up with this sermon with her in mind. She knew it was meant to encourage her to stand up against Ethan and take back her life. She was touched. 

When it was time for communion, Ellie joined the line. Today it was Secondo handing out the wafers and Copia serving the wine. Ellie stood behind Gemma as Gemma knelt down in front of Secondo and took the wafer. Ellie could have sworn there was a look shared between them for a moment before Secondo said his blessing and Gemma moved to Copia. 

“Buongiorno , Ellie. It is nice to see you again. I hope you will be back in group with us,” Secondo said before feeding her the wafer.

Ellie nodded as she ate the paper-thin biscuit. “I will.”

“Excellent,” he replied before blessing her and moving on to the next person. 

Ellie then found herself kneeling in front of Copia. She glanced up at him and smiled. “Good morning, Papa.”

“Buongiorno , Ellie,” he said. “I’m glad to see you here for communion this time.” He lowered the chalice to her lips. As he held it so she could take a sip, she felt his fingertips brush her cheek subtly. It sent a pleasant tingle down her spine and she felt her heart begin to drum faster. He gently pulled the chalice away and said his blessing. Ellie thought there was a tenderness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“See you later,” Ellie said before getting off her knees and returning to her seat. 

When Copia walked into the dining hall after mass for lunch, he spotted Ellie right away, picking out her wavy dark blonde hair from amongst the heads of veiled and hooded Siblings. It only took a moment for her to spot him, and when she did, she said something to Sister Gemma before walking over to him.

“I liked your choice of topic for mass today,” she said. 

“I thought you might,” Copia said. “I wanted you to know that this faith of ours encourages confronting and winning against the bad people in our lives.” 

“Thank you,” Ellie said. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it, and if I’m honest, I’m terrified, but I need to end this once and for all. I’m so tired of running. I just want to live my life.” 

“I know, cara, I know,” Copia said resting a hand on her upper arm and giving it a tender squeeze. 

He gazed into her eyes and she stared back. Copia was sure and eternity could have gone by and he wouldn’t have known because he was lost in those gray eyes that looked like a summer storm. He knew in that moment there would only be her or no one. 

“Gemma’s taking me dress shopping tomorrow,” Ellie said, snapping him out of his stupor. “I’ve never been dress shopping. Didn’t do the whole prom or dances in school. Too sinful.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I’d hate to know what our balls would classify as if a high school prom was too sinful.”

“Hmmm, probably downright evil and wicked,” Ellie joked. “But I’m looking forward to it. It’s a new experience for me.” 

“I’m glad, cara. I’m looking forward to it too,” he said, his hand finally falling away from her arm. “I can’t wait to see what dress you pick. Sono sicuro che sarai bellissima (I’m sure you’ll look beautiful).”

“What’s that you’re saying?” Ellie asked. “And we’ll we’re on it, what are those names you call me? I never made it past hello and goodbye in Italian.” 

Before Copia could answer, Sister Imperator was stepping up to Ellie’s side.

“Cardi, may I speak with you?” She asked, glancing at Ellie with an assessing gaze.

“I’ll see you later,” Ellie said looking from Sister Imperator to him.  For a moment, Copia wondered if she could see the resemblance between Sister Imperator and himself. Would she figure out what he spent years unearthing in just that short span of time? She turned and walked back over to Gemma and the others. 

“The new initiate?” His mother questioned.

“Si,” Copia answered. “Ellie Moran.”

“You two seem to be getting close,” Sister Imperator said with pursed lips. “I heard Primo say you were taking her as your date to the Samhain ball.”

“And?” Copia asked raising an eyebrow. “I am allowed.”

“Oh, I know. You are allowed to have your dalliances and toys. Just don’t let them become distractions.” She gave him a pointed look. “And before you deny it, this is already becoming a distraction. I never received your budget report like I requested the other day.”

Shit, Copia thought. He meant to do it but then Ellie called about her apartment being broken into and then she told him about her past. He didn’t think the budget report was all that important compared to her. 

“Mi dispiace ,” he sighed. “I will finish it by dinner tonight.”

“Make sure this doesn’t happen again,” she warned before patting his arm and walking away. 

Copia sighed and with one last glance in Ellie’s direction, turned and left the dining hall for his office. 

“This is too tight,” Ellie said as she tried to suck in as much of her belly as she could. The red lace and satin fabric clung like a second skin choking her of oxygen. The dress was beautiful, but Ellie didn’t think it was worth passing out over.

“That’s the biggest size they have of this one,” Gemma frowned. “No matter, we will find something.” She then shoved a black dress into her arms. “Try that one. I think that will be better than this red one.”

Ellie nodded and turned so Gemma could unzip the dress. She let out an exasperated sigh when the fabric freed her and allowed her to breathe properly. She stepped back into the dressing room and shimmied out of the red dress before hanging it back on the hanger and onto the rack with two other rejected dresses. Ellie picked up the black dress and carefully put it on. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was floor length with a slight almost up to her hip. The fabric was a sparkling tulle and it had a single shoulder strap that went across the top of her neckline diagonally. Black flower applique decorated the dress. 

It was perfect.

She stepped out of the dressing room and as soon as Gemma saw her, she squealed.

“That one!” She determined. “That’s the one.”

“I think so too,” Ellie grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Gemma smiled. “Okay, I’ll go get this paid for and you get dressed and we’ll get out of here.” 

“Aren’t you getting a dress?” Ellie asked.

“No. I have one already. It was given to me by…well, never mind,” Gemma said taking the dress tag over to the counter.

A few minutes later they were exiting the store with a garment bag folded over Ellie’s arm. They walked over to the ministry-loaned car (being driven by Aether) and hung the bag up in the back before sliding in. Ellie noticed Aether was still wearing his mask. Surely it wasn’t legal to drive like that. She never saw any of the ghouls without masks on and made a mental note to ask Copia about it. 

“Swiss is still at your apartment. I will drop you off then take Sister Gemma back to the abbey,” Aether said as he pulled onto the road. “I will be back later tonight.”

“Alrighty,” Ellie said. “I’ll have some dinner for you if you want to come up.” The last couple of days of being under watch, Ellie got in the habit of making enough food for her guardians. It wasn’t much, some soup or sandwiches, but she felt like she needed to repay them in some way. Less than twenty minutes later Ellie was walking into her apartment building. She knew Swiss was inside her apartment having let him in to keep watch before she went shopping with Gemma. 

She unlocked her door and went inside. Immediately she noticed something wasn’t right.

Swiss was lying face down on the ground with something black dripping out of his mask. Ellie took only a second to process what she was seeing and move into action. She dropped to the ground next to Swiss. “Swiss?” She said gently shaking him while her fingers went to his neck for a pulse. In the chaos she was suddenly plunged into, Ellie didn’t notice the figure step out of her bedroom.

A/N: Inspiration for Ellie's dress here

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes with sashnetra please?

I know I've used your prompt asks into my own AU's before, and I'm sorry (not sorry) for doing it again. But this reminded me of this ask from the other day, so this features wolf Sashnetra!

It started with one of Sasha's woven wraps going missing, something she hardly noticed.

Then another one disappeared out of her drawers the next day, as well as a cardigan sweater.

Soon the drawer was over half empty, and Sasha looked all over her study and bedroom (which was really a small bed behind a curtain in her study). Her missing clothes were nowhere to be seen.

They didn't go through the laundry, since they were not dirty.

Sasha sat on her loveseat in defeat, thinking of any reason that her clothes would suddenly disappear. No one else in the pack went into her study unless they needed to, and none of them had any reason to take her clothes without saying anything first.

And then she remembered the newest pack member who's been spending time with her in the study almost every evening.

Several minutes later, Sasha walked into the kitchen, seeing both Anetra and Salina working on preparing the dinner for that evening. Sasha spotted one of her favorite sweaters on Anetra as soon as she spotted the Omega from her place at the counter, chopping an onion.

Anetra looked so focused on the task that she was working on, that Sasha almost didn't want to interrupt. But she wanted at least some of her clothes back in her drawer.

Sasha leaned on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Anetra. Resting her head in her hand, she waited for Anetra to notice her presence. As Anetra moved the cutting board to put the chopped vegetables into the bowl, she noticed the new person in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello," Anetra said with a hint of awkwardness.

"That sweater looks a lot like one of mine. But I don't remember you getting one like mine when we got you new clothes in the city a few weeks ago." Sasha said with a playful wink.

Anetra averted her eyes to the other side of the room, "This is your sweater."

"I'm guessing you know where the rest of my clothes went?"

After Anetra led Sasha to her bedroom, there lay a pile of the missing clothes on the bed. Sasha felt like she was looking at a dragon's hoard of golden treasures.

"Why did you take them? You could have just asked me if you wanted to borrow something." Sasha asked with a kind look in her eyes.

Anetra sighed as she sat on the bed, away from the clothes "My heat is going to start in a few days and sometimes I get a little..needy." she said, a blush of embarrassment spreading on her cheeks.

Sasha felt herself smiling, she felt it was endearing that Anetra chose to feel comforted by her clothes with her scent on them. "That's really sweet, Neech. Just tell me before you borrow my clothes, okay?" she asked.

"So I can keep these in here?" Anetra asked, eyes brightening at Sasha.

"Let's stick to taking one item at a time from now on after we finish folding these again," Sasha said as she grabbed one of the wraps.

"Deal."

[bardkin]

something about outfits, uniforms, & clothes in cartoons

inspired by a post about repeat outfits. [this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week.]

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when it comes to cartoons, & animated series in general, each character, no matter how much screen time, has a distinct design, shape, and (usually / if they’re humanoid) outfit, that remains consistent between episodes. this uniformity is of course for recognizability & is intended to be for consistent animation. design details can get switched up from time to time, but the level of how much is added or taken, & for how long, depends largely on the plot and tone of that episode. drastic and/or permanent changes constitute a significant shift in a character’s arc. bottom line, there's always a purpose for any changes.

so... what kind of affect does that have on folks from animated sources? does it have an affect at all? what kind of effect does that have on me, before & after I realized I was fictionkin?

as someone with pronounced adhd/neurodivergence, something like having the same outfit, or at least very similar ones, every day, is comforting for a number of reasons.

I know what textures I like or that I’m at least neutral about, and what textures give me the Bad Sensory; repeats of the same shirt are going to feel the exact same, every time. (which I feel is a given for neurodiverse folks with sensory issues, but mention of it does matter here.)

when necessary, my “samey” outfits sometimes keeps me... grounded, in some ways? it's a bit hard to explain, but relates a little bit to sensory stuff. (something something "never felt 'right' in my own body, but outfits are something I actively choose, so I'm able to feel like a semi-functioning person when I'm having really bad/off days," something something.)

the consistency/”samey-ness” also helps me feel a bit closer to my gem-side, since my organic body can’t/doesn’t need hardlight clothes. (all Gems have a "uniform" that remains the exact same, unless they regenerate & choose to alter it.)

bottom line, my "uniform" is a core part of who I am; of my fictotype. it's kind of like phantom limbs, but clothes, if that makes sense as an analogy?? something I'm supposed to have, and not seeing it on my person is sometimes jarring and/or dysphoric in some ways.

small changes & adding accessories every now and then — my spiked choker, a bracelet, maybe some earrings, etc — is nice, but not a constant. I like to spice things up here and there, but even these accessories might eventually bleed into my uniform if they feel enough like “part of my (character) design.”

if a significant article of my “design” is missing (be it accidentally left somewhere, removed without my consent, etc) or too different from my uniform, I feel wrong. like if I have to wear shorts instead of pants, ankle-socks instead of long ones, or if I forget my jacket and don’t know where it is. unless I’m the one actively, purposefully, changing up my outfit, I often feel “off model” in a way that causes me varying degrees of mental & sometimes physical distress.

just recently, I was trying to shop for some new jeans (which is a nightmare of a task for a laundry list of reasons), as I've long since outgrown the few pairs I do own. I was looking for something with the same brand, size, etc, and perhaps even color if I could be so lucky, as a pair I'd bought half a year ago.

without going into too much detail, the trip ended up a bust & I was actually pretty (internally) upset about it. I didn't think much of it, at the time, but coming back to this entry made me partially realize why I was so distraught after my search came up empty.

bottom line, it feels weird and wrong and upsetting in ways I couldn't fully explain before, to have drastic deviations in my outfits. hell, my fictomere's only had two major changes to his wardrobe, and even then, it's not a far cry from his original design's clothes.

maybe it’s a little bit of my neurodivergence, or maybe a lot, and perhaps a bit of fandom headcanoning I saw forever ago related to my fictomere's possible autism. but... I feel strongly enough about it that I don't think the distinction of this (if I'm using the term correctly in this context) noema’s “true” origins really matter.

[senatortedcruz]

Ask meme for people in their 30s but only the prime numbers

2. What proportion of your meals do you cook?

I would say like 50%. Most weekday breakfasts and dinners and like half my lunches depending on how i feel about the office cafeteria. On weekends anyting goes tho

3. Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap?

No strong preference whatever's on sale tbh.

5. Least favorite chore?

Every part of doing laundry sucks severely tbh

7. Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

Bought some bagels last week....havent had those in a while.

11. What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

hhhmmmmmm cannot think of anything!

13. Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

AC or my range hood tbh.

17. What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

Anora, Conclave, The Substance all banged tbh.

19. What's your go-to tape?

Just a good ol fashioned scotch tabe tbh.

23. Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags?

IIIII prefer reusables but we get a ton of paper bags for recycling.

29. Go-to holiday card format?

Have not sent out holiday cards besides like birthdays because I'm the worst...........

31. Do you still own your first car?

I have never owned a car and inshallah I never will

37. Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

Oh for sure. I was a taywarrior in high school and now I'm 30 and still a taywarrior.

41. What's the oldest thing you own?

Probably stuffed animals from when I was a baby.

43. Favorite book you've read recently?

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow!!! omg could NOT put it down.

47. Lamps or overhead lighting?

overhead lighting hive rise up

53. What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office?

I've only been to social security office once and it was fine so I gotta go with dmv tbh.

59. If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it?

I mean it's comfortable but not especially stylish (Nili Lotan striped sweater and American Eagle trousers I got on clearence 2 sizes too big)

61. Do you have a favorite brunch spot?

OMG YES!! Lincoln Tavern in Southie is goated.

67. Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed?

They aren't on my bed but are somewhere in my room...

[flubnuggetpurple]

shit i wish i knew at 18

(disclaimer, I’m 23 and American, feel free to add to or dispute any of this as you see fit)

General:

* Know what you always need before you leave the house everyday. For me, it’s keys, phone, wallet, and earbuds. Keep those things in the same place whenever you’re at home.

* Stay Hydrated! In whatever way works for you! Both of my siblings have been to the hospital for dehydration before and it sucks really bad so don’t let that be you!! I have like three of those 1.5L alkaline water bottles that I just wash and refill and keep in the refrigerator until I finish one, then refill it and grab a different one. I’m a large person and live in a desert and staying hydrated is a nightmare, but this works for me.

* Keep a fully charged portable battery, charger, and wall plug in whatever bag you carry and/or in your car

* Get all the same socks and toss one when it gets too holey

* Find a decent 100% cotton underwear (especially if you’re prone to UTIs) and replace it like once a year or when they start to wear out

* 2-3 functional bras, they don’t need to be washed after every use

* Neither do pants, they’ll just wear out sooner

*Knowing your measurements and how to get them yourself is a good idea, especially if you’re shopping online. Also, you can measure yourself for bra sizes if you’re uncomfortable having someone else do it. Youtube is your friend.

* Find a good pair of comfortable, neutral colored tennis shoes as work shoes (go to one of those specialty shoe shops at least once in your life to figure out what kinds of shoes would work best with your specific feet, even if you’re not going to buy anything, especially if you have knee, back, or hip problems. For example, I’m flat footed and don’t need a lot of arch support, but do need some cushion, especially since I’m on my feet all day at work) replace when they start to hurt your feet if you can

* Phone calls suck really bad, and it’s hard to think when you’re on the phone, so write down your main objectives/questions before you pick up the phone and keep notes. Unfortunately, a lot of being an adult is figuring out who to call and bother in order to get things done (pharmacies, doctors offices, banks, work, etc etc). Highly recommend getting a job where you have to call people as a way to get used to it, as a person who absolutely hates speaking on the phone, and listen to others you work with for examples of what to say.

* Try not to get those hairbrushes with that cushy air pocket thing, they’re hard to clean and can start smelling pretty gnarly after a while. The ones without will last you longer. Also, clean your hairbrushes semi regularly. A couple combs can also come in handy, but if you get them, try to go for sturdier ones, especially if you have hair on the thicker and/or curlier side.

* Wash your clothes on cold, they’ll last longer. Also, learn what the settings are on a washer and drier and when/how to use them. If you have any fancier clothes, look at the tags in them to see how they should be washed. Youtube is your friend, and can also help with things like how to iron different fabrics, how to do laundry in the first place, and what all the detergents, fabric softeners (you probably don’t need those), and drier sheets (probably don’t need these either) do. If, like me, you have sensory issues, especially look into those. They may ruin your clothes faster but they may also help you not want to rip your skin off after having to wear a shirt all day.

*Laundromats are fucking expensive, if your parents or a friend will let you do your laundry at their place, do it, but maybe bring your own soap/offer to replace theirs in return

* Wash your sheets at least once a month but try to go for once a week. Instead of a comforter, go for a duvet with a cover, the covers are easier to wash and replace

*You can use a sweater saver/shaver on fabric that’s pilling up

* Learn some basic hand-sewing, it might save your ass later, especially in a pant’s splitting situation, and mending is just generally a good skill to have. You can get a decent little emergency sewing kit for a couple bucks and probably won’t need much more than that beyond a decent pair of scissors.

* Hydrocortisone cream works pretty well (for me) for chafing, and Benadryl cream works better for me on bug bites.

* Shaving is a Choice and you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to, but if you do, put on lotion afterwards and hydrocortisone cream can help with itching.

* Try not to use costume jewelry in new piercings, go for silver or gold if you can, even if it’s more expensive. If you have questions about aftercare, ASK, the internet will not be as helpful as you think it will be

* You don’t need to change your earrings every day and probably won’t, so keep that in mind when you buy earrings. Go for a couple nice pairs you’ll wear all the time rather than a ton of crazy ones. That probably goes for most jewelry, honestly

* CLEAN YOUR BATHROOM AND YOUR KITCHEN

* Bathroom: bare minimum, lysol wipes for your counter and outside of your toilet, comet for the inside of your toilet, sink, and shower, sweep the floors, at least once a month

* Kitchen: bare minimum, lysol wipes for the counter and the inside of the fridge, sweep the floor, comet for the sink (KITCHEN SINK IS THE GROSSEST PLACE IN THE HOUSE, CLEAN IT), and change out/wash your sponge/rag, at least once a month but go for once every couple weeks

* Try to rinse out your dishes when you put them in the sink, that way if you forget about them they’re less gross

* Try to get rid of your left overs within a couple days and do a weekly toss out for what you don’t, don’t leave it to mould

* New toothbrush/toothbrush head every three months or so, try to floss pretty often, and if you start to get a toothache floss and mouthwash. If that doesn’t work the first day or so, call the dentist asap so it doesn’t become a more expensive problem

* Try to get to the dentist for a cleaning every six months if you can, if not at least once a year. The longer you ignore a problem, the more expensive the problem becomes, and prevention is your friend

*There is very little you can’t learn on youtube

*Probably a good idea to have a small toolkit with a hammer, a few screwdrivers, needle nose pliers, a tape measure, and duct tape on hand, anything else can be acquired as needed

Food

* Eating is important, it keeps you going. Try to eat at least a couple meals a day and maybe some fruits and veggies every once in a while

* If meals are too hard, try to keep some healthyish snacks around to munch on (trail mix, snap peas, crackers, carrots, veggie straws, pretzels, applesauce, or whatever floats your boat, just eat something)

* If you start getting angsty, try eating something and drinking some water before flying off the handle

* Don’t eat in your room bc bugs are awful, but if you do, highly recommend one of those $2 tiny closable trashcans or tupperware or a ziplock bag or some other closable container to dump in the kitchen trash so at least any food waste is contained, and a lint roller can help with crumbs

* You Don’t Have To Eat Something Different Every Day

* If you don’t always have the energy to cook, try to cook in bigger batches and separate those into 5-6 or however many portions to microwave later. I use tupperware or those little meal prep things and just have like 6 of the same one.

* If something makes your stomach hurt, don’t eat it. If it makes your throat itch or your nose run or your head hurt you might be allergic, and maybe try not eating that (it sounds obvious, but I very notably Did Not Stop Eating Those Things and got sick a lot for almost a year before a doctor finally figured out what was wrong.

*Try not to become caffeine dependent, its expensive, but if you do, go for tea before coffee

*Electric kettles are fantastic

Important documents:

* Nobody Will Keep Track of Your Shit For You! As soon as you turn 18, it’s your responsibility to keep track of all your legal documents!

* Memoize your social security number, you will need it.

* Know where your birth certificate is, you will need it.

* Know exactly what name is on all of your official documents (my mom didn’t realize she never legally changed from her maiden name even though she did socially, for example, which became an issue several times)

* Keep a record of your pay stubs, whether it’s through screenshots of emails in an album in your photos or in a binder in page protectors if they aren’t digital

* Keep track of your tax forms, which you should receive at the beginning of the year if you have a job or go to college

* Highly recommend some sort of filing system for any and all important documents you begin to acquire (such as: aforementioned pay stubs, certificates/certification cards, a few copies of your most recently updated resume, SAT scores, a copy of your transcripts, jury duty notices, speeding tickets, tax forms, notes from doctor’s visits, paperwork you need to keep track of that might be useful later, etc.) I use a binder full of sheet protectors divided into “school/work stuff”, “money stuff”, and “general stuff”

* If you don’t keep your insurance card on hand, keep a picture of the front and back on your phone Where You Will Remember It. Though some places will try to require you to bring it in to scan (which is bs) as long as you have the information on hand, it should be fine in an emergency

Driving:

* Make sure you know where the registration and insurance papers are in the car, just in case

* Know where your spare key is

*Key fob batteries need to be replaced every once in a while, if yours starts acting up, that’s probably the problem. You can google what battery you need (probably won’t cost more than $5) and you can find them pretty easily in stores. There are youtube tutorials on how to change them

* Make sure you have jumper cables in the car and know how to use them and when (this is what those dads on youtube are for, if you don’t have a handy family member)

* Make sure you know what all the little warning lights on the dash mean (don’t learn everything the hard way like me)

* If you don’t know how to change a tire, know who you can call (friend, family member, AAA, etc)

* Keep a towel and a change of clothes, a pen or two, napkins, and tylenol in your car. (I also like to keep a flat of waters in the back, which is my slightly toxic mom habit, but they’re mostly for emergencies.)

* If people are driving stupid, stay away if you can (if that means pull over and give them a couple minutes to put some distance between you, do it)

* Don’t drive faster than you are comfortable driving, but try not to go below the speed limit either. If you drive slower be aware of other drivers and just pull over and let them pass if you’re holding up traffic (if you can)

* If you haven’t gotten caught speeding yet, You Will. Traffic school will only wipe the point off your record like once every 18 months (in my state) and you’re only eligible for it in certain circumstances (am not a lawyer, look up the laws yourself for your area)

* That being said, you can challenge a speeding ticket, and if the cop doesn’t show up to defend it, you might not have to pay it, but again, this is only in certain circumstances (am not a lawyer, look up the laws yourself for your state/area)

* Learning to be patient could save your life and others. (I’ve lost one family member to a car accident and I can’t think of a single person in my family who hasn’t been in at least one, not to mention a car accident fucked up my own high school experience pretty bad. Don’t be an asshole and drive safely.)

*Learn how you focus best while driving. (I can’t focus if there’s music on, but also can’t focus in silence and need to have a podcast or audiobook on.)

*Windshield wipers are pretty easy to change, google what length your make and model of car needs and youtube it

*Oil needs to be changed about every 3000 miles you drive, there are places where you don’t even have to get out of the car for it

General medical:

*If something hurts, pay attention and note it down (If you haven’t noticed by now, I make extensive use of my notes app these days) with the date and at least a rough estimate of the duration, especially if it’s not normal. If you end up going to the doctor, they will ask

* If you start feeling sick, note down your symptoms and when they started, as well as how long they lasted. If you end up needing to go to the doctor, they will ask

* BEFORE the appointment, write down everything you need to tell the doctor and any questions you have.

* DURING the appointment, take notes! You think you will remember everything the doctor says, but there is a good chance you will not!

* BE HONEST WITH THE DOCTOR, even if its really embarrassing

* Keep track of any doctor’s appointments and what generally they were about

* Especially keep track of any imaging that gets done, as well as the date and location where it was done. Sometimes that can be relevant/used for something else later.

* Keep track of the dates of any surgeries that get done, you will be asked about them later

* Get an allergy test (BLOOD TEST, not Scratch Test) at least every few years. Allergies develop over time. (I got an allergy test done last year when I moved out because I’m paranoid, then another this year and found out that I’m allergic to wheat, milk, egg whites, and cashews, which is why I was getting sick every month for nearly a year and was also the cause of my eczema. It’s better to know and be a little sad than not know and be miserable.

* If you have a bad feeling about a doctor, Get a Second Opinion!!!

* I repeat, if you’re going to take an allergy test, make sure it’s a BLOOD TEST, not a scratch test! They’re more accurate and less painful.

* Establish a Primary Care Physician when you turn 18 (if you can) and try to get a physical at least once a year. If you’re AFAB, do the same with an OBGYN.

* Highly recommend keeping a list of medications you’re on in the notes of your phone or somewhere else you’ll remember them. Keep the name of the medication, the dosage you are taking, the frequency you are taking it, and when you started taking it (example: cetirizine 10mg once daily, began 01/23/2023) at the least. If you have to go to a clinic or hospital, they will have to ask you what you take, and this will make your life easier

* If you want to be more prepared/an over-achiever, here’s some more information to note: the name, address, and phone number of your current pharmacy. Instead of just the name, dose, frequency, and starting date, you could also include the current prescription number for each medication at your pharmacy (makes getting refills easier), the doctor who prescribed it, and the address and phone number of the clinic/practice/hospital where it was prescribed (example: cetirizine 10mg once daily (rx654321), began 01/23/2023, prescribed by Dr. Soinso at Down The Street Clinic at 123456 Main Street, Townsville, phone number (555)555-5555). The quickest and easiest way to have most of this information on hand is to just take a picture of your prescription label, but if you don’t want that picture on your phone, you could just keep the label off the bottle when you finish one in a folder/binder/notebook/whatever to keep track of medical stuff and take it with you to appointment.

* It’s not a fun conversation to have, but if you can, try to get at least a general idea of your family medical history, since it might give you an idea of what to look out for. (For example, my great aunt, my aunt, my little sister, and me all have the similar eye problems where our pupils don’t dilate at the same time or the rate they’re supposed to. I didn’t know that until I was explaining what an eye doctor told me. I got anxiety from my dad’s side, depression from both sides, adhd (maybe diagnosed? I used to be medicated for it anyway) from mom’s, and (probably, not diagnosed) autism from both sides, wheat allergy from mom, milk allergy from dad’s mom, etc.)

Pharmacy/Meds:

* If you have questions about any medications you’re on or are buying over the counter, you can always ask to speak to a pharmacist. At pretty much any pharmacy (in-store, at least. Some pharmacy phone lines won’t even let you speak to a person, but some are fine. Saying “speak to pharmacy staff” in response to every question sometimes works.)

*Pharmacy techs and clerks are not allowed to council you, ask to speak to a pharmacist

* If you aren’t sure if an over the counter medication will interact with your regular prescription medications, you can ask to speak to a pharmacist about it

*If your doctor prescribed you something you’ve never heard of, ask a pharmacist about it

* Highly recommend keeping a list of medications you’re on in the notes of your phone or somewhere else you’ll remember them (see General Medical for more specifics)

* When you run out of refills and the pharmacy sends a refill request to your doctor, you also calling the doctor will usually speed up the process

* If you aren’t sure they’ll have what answers you’re looking for, you can ask, like if you need a supply that isn’t stocked in that store/pharmacy, they might know where to look nearby, just based on experience

* If a medication isn’t covered by your insurance, the pharmacy can call your doctor and ask if they could prescribe an alternative that might be covered by the insurance. If it’s something over the counter, that probably won’t work though.

* Some medications need a prior authorization from the insurance company. This has to go through the doctor. If the pharmacy tells you that your medication needs a prior authorization, you call your doctor to make sure they get the paperwork done.

* If you don’t have insurance, there are coupon cards that might be able to help out a bit, but they’re more likely to work at a chain or bigger pharmacy

* Try to take your ID and Insurance card (or the insurance card of whoever you’re picking up for) with you to pick up medications, just in case there are any issues. A picture of the insurance card will work just fine.

* Highly recommend keeping a picture of your insurance card (front and back) on your phone somewhere

* If the name the pharmacy has for you is not exactly what it has on the card, it might not work. If you use a different name most of the time, keep this in mind

* If you need more of an over the counter medication, take a picture of the label before you leave the house. Some labels look really similar despite being for different medications, so having the label on-hand could save you a second trip to the pharmacy

* Generics 👏 work 👏 and are generally way cheaper, but if you’ve been placebo’d into believing otherwise do what makes you feel most secure and don’t let anyone shame you out of doing what works for you

* In most states, as far as I’m aware, the actually effective sudafed is behind the pharmacy counter and you’ll need your ID (not expired) on you in order to get some. Check the box and make sure it says pseudoephedrine, not phenylephrine, and again, ask the pharmacist if you ever have questions/are unsure about a medication

Again, feel free to dispute/add on, and hope this helps someone out a little. Here’s a link to a good almond flour chocolate chip cookie recipe for the road, it’s made my life better. Weigh the ingredients for best results

[aurelie-in-letters]

Wednesday, April 17th, 2024. 12:39 am.

I had today (yesterday now) off. I slept at a decent time (for me) & woke before 10am !! Got dressed, had some coffee, & cut up some strawberries for me & nana & my half sibling who she was babysitting. I helped her with her schoolwork (some pretty basic math & shapes) & we tried biscoff cookie butter on coconut coffee dipper cookies (not great) & graham crackers (much better). ♡

I called with a few friends - way earlier in the day than I usually do, & it was also a lot more chaotic - everyone was out & about but me, driving or walking or in some building, etc. I was browsing for some new underwear because my grandparents lovely dog decided to have a few pairs of mine as a snack ... 😐 She also ripped my laundry bag across the side. It's literally tarp & she has like 3 teeth so I don't know how or why she did it but I'm not happy about it. She's already ruined two of my blankets, one of my comforters, one of my sweaters, a pair of my shoes, two of my bags ... There's probably more I can't remember right now. You get the point.

Had a late dinner ... I was planning to just not eat since I feel so gross lately & I feel like I gained some but ended up caving & I already regret it. I can just feel the extra layers on my body ... I wish I could cut it all off already.

Work tomorrow at 11am, thankfully I'm just running racks for the thrift store I work at. I close the next two days & then I have to open on Saturday. :"') I really hate closing & then opening because I only get like 12 hours between shifts, but since yet another cashier quit I'm probably going to have to do it even more often. Can't wait til I can go back to university this August. I have a lot of things to do before then, though - save money, make sure I get assigned a dorm, apply for a few more scholarships (even though it feels useless), build up a wardrobe for school, get some new bras, lose weight (please, for the love of god), get back to the city my storage unit is in at least 10 days before I go back ...

Really hoping my parents have a house again before then but if not perhaps my biological dad's father (it feels weird calling him grandpa - I'm 22 & I just met him like two & a half months ago) can drive me down & see if my mom will let me stay with them in their hotel & drop me off at the storage complex with some tape & boxes so I can figure out what all I'm taking back with me & put everything else back in the unit. Also hoping that she & my dad can take me to uni because they owe me over a thousand dollars now & after everything I think it's the least they can do ... ? But who knows ...

Also, I've been really getting into gyaru fashion lately. Specifically the hime & onee subcategories !! I think they suit me & the style I already have & tend to wear.

I also redownloaded HSR. We'll see if it survives the next Genshin update or if I'll have to purge it again.

[manic-poetry-lover]

I Still Don’t Care For White Couches

Here’s a reality check that I think a lot of women need.

Girls…

For as long as both you and your partner work, or are in school, or have little kids-

And listen close-

The house is gonna be messy.

Please stop stressing about the mess, because you are far too important for that.

I understand that most of us were conditioned from an early age to have everything look like a damn Instagram photo but the reality is that when you come home from work or school or finally put the kids to sleep, and your partner comes home from work or school or finally putting the kids to sleep, neither of you are gonna want to clean.

There are gonna be days where the dishes in the sink pile up. There are gonna be days where the laundry bin is way too full. There are gonna be days where yeah sometimes you walk into the kitchen and realize you forgot to clean up the food mess from dinner last night.

But that’s okay.

I don’t know why social media has led us to believe that every part of our lives must be absolutely flawlessly spotless and perfect, but it isn’t true.

And frankly, I would rather live in a place that looks like a home.

I’ll take the kids putting those obnoxious-ass stickers all over the dresser that I can’t peel off before I take a sad and lifeless home with no proof that my family existed.

Of course I want my kids to grow up in a home that feels clean, but clean means that there’s no cigarette butts on the porch or liquor bottles on the side tables. The house will smell like fresh baked cookies and Texas toast and butter chicken, not some expensive signature scent of a celebrity that doesn’t even know me.

My home will not have a completely refined color palette because there are too many books on the shelves and too many hanged pictures of our loved ones on the walls. Our blankets will be comfortable and warming before they are pretty.

And yes, sometimes there will still be vacuuming to do while I’m cuddled up with him, watching our shows and getting crumbs all over the sofa when it is almost 3 am and we’re both exhausted but have been dying to watch the newest episode.

The house will go through seasons. Postpartum depression, then spring cleaning, then back to school, then Christmas, then that big party where you host and hate every minute of it but love the feeling you get when you see everybody smiling, then your teen will go through that weird anime phase, and then the littles are gonna end up finding the glitter jars, you get it. Dirty, clean, rinse, repeat.

My children will never have to worry about having sheets on their mattress or fresh socks on their little toes.

But I want my children to know what it is lay down on the couch that isn’t pretty or new but DAMN is it comfy, and I want them to not have a panic attack over spilled chocolate milk on my carpet.

I don’t want them to hyperventilate when eventually they get their tomato soup and cheesy sandwiches on my kitchen table.

I don’t want there to be marks on their skin as punishment for their existence putting a mark on this world.

So yeah, some days, I’m gonna not do anything about the laundry baskets on the couch or the toys all over the living room floor. I’m probably never gonna get that grape juice stain fully out of the rug, or scrub the glitter out of their knitted sweaters.

To be loved is to be changed, or at least I think that’s how the saying goes.

And I’ll be damned before this home and the people in it aren’t loved.

[seokiloquy]

If Only Then - Takeda Ittetsu

Au: Regular

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, Platonic relationship, angst?, freeform and stream of thought writing

Word Count: 1.7k +

Takeda would never forget his first year of teaching. Fresh out of university and into his first position, teaching students about contemporary Japanese literature —a topic he was passionate about— he was bound to meet some backlash from students who wouldn’t take him seriously. It was hard too. He couldn’t blame them; they weren’t much younger than he was, and they didn’t see a teacher when he walked through the door. They saw a friend.

One student, a social deviant who enjoyed bending the rules, would always pop up in his memory whenever a new development occurred, even years later.

Today, a student showed up with a uniform that was three sizes too big (a laundry mishap leading to the use of their older sibling’s clothes). When the teacher roaming the entrance to the school called them out on their improper dress, they responded quickly, “It’s still the uniform. I’m not breaking any rules.”

Takeda could see the scene perfectly in his mind. On the first day of school, a third-year student wearing a mixed-dressed amalgamation of both school uniforms in the back row of his classroom.

“(L/N), is it? Why are you not wearing the school-issued uniform?”

He glanced at the plaid skirt that poked out underneath the military-style jacket, briefly wondering just where your pants had gone.

“I am, technically. I just wanted to have a bit of style, ya know? Nothing in the school rules about mixing uniforms.”

The next day, you appeared in the black pants and beige sweater vest, the tie acting as a belt instead of sitting around your neck. Takeda didn’t say a word.

Sometimes he wondered how you would have acted had he been strict about your clothing, slightly regretting the hold that that 3rd-year glass had over him. Would the class have been quieter? Sullen even? Instead of the daily enthusiastic shouts of answers without raised hands and impassioned readings of plays, would it have been silent and disengaged?

Takeda knew that allowing some freedom, at least within his classroom, made students more comfortable even if they didn’t care for the content.

“Nishinoya, while I appreciate the noise, if you could have your conversation be about class topics and not about girl uniforms, I would appreciate it.”

“Who said they’re not wearing girl’s uniforms in the book?”

“The book said so. If you would actually read, you would know.”

The class laughed, but it didn’t wipe the smile off the boy’s face.

“Why are you just sitting in my classroom instead of participating in a club or studying for entrance exams?”

You kicked your feet up on the desk and lulled your head around. “I don’t know. My club closed last year because I was the last member left. So I can’t do anything about that. And I never really planned on going to university. I don’t have anything that interests me enough to pursue.”

Takeda flipped over the last test and wrote the final grade on the top corner in a red pen. He held the paper in the air. “Your test.”

You jumped off your desk and ran toward him, taking the paper in a casual grip. “93, nice.” You folded it into a small rectangle and tucked it into your pocket.

“Nice? That’s an excellent grade.”

The white fabric of your button-up folded by your neck as you shrugged. “On the higher end, ya, I guess.”

“You guess?” Takeda wanted to laugh in disbelief. “You’re an amazing student.”

“Not really. I just know how to talk to people and think a bit. I don’t study or try very hard or want to.”

“And don’t want to go to university. Even though you’d do amazingly well.”

“Yup.” You had fallen back into your seat at the back of the classroom.

“Why?”

“Why would I?”

Takeda watched students come and go, each with their own attitudes, personalities, and thoughts, yet somehow he could find you in each of them. You were a bit of an enigma. Puzzling in how you contradicted yourself, changed yourself, and became a different person from day to day, yet remained consistent.

He would teach lessons, never seeing your eyes while he stood at the front. But he’d know you were listening, paying attention, and understanding, even if your eyes were downcast.

“Kageyama, can you answer question number five? What evidence supports the claim that Takahashi has changed his views?”

“Uh..”

Takeda glanced at the boy’s desk through the side of his glasses, trying to suppress the smile on his cheeks. “If you can’t memorize game plans, pay attention to the lesson. Might I subject you to focus on the one you’ll be graded on?”

Kageyama tucked the game plan sheet into his bag, desperately trying to remember what his classmates answered for the other four questions.

“You’re good at art then.” He said, glancing over your shoulder.

You jumped, not expecting any comment, before sitting back and allowing him to see more of the ink-covered page. 

“Just some sketches.”

After that, you’d run up to him at the end of class and show him whatever drawing you were working on if you were proud of it.

“What was your club activity anyways?”

“Robotics.”

“Really?

“Ya! It was cool to build and code all the parts to get things working. The last one we made could play tik-tak-toe!”

A student asked him about the unwritten relationship between two of the characters in their most recently read story. It led to a class discussion with the students trying to use the clues in the story to figure out more information. Eventually, they settled on their connection about conflicting views and learning.

In the front row of the class, Sugawara took notes with interest. Though, he had two notebooks instead of one.

“Why don’t you wear the school uniform properly, anyway?”

“Why is there a proper way to wear a school uniform?”

Takeda took in your appearance and demeanour. Non-conforming, casual, uncaring, a bit strange. 

“And what about going to university? For robotic engineering, design.”

“They’re hobbies.”

“Passions,” he tried to correct.

“Not enough.”

Without realizing it, Takeda had grown to enjoy your conversations, your brain, and how you made the room feel full with just your presence and rambling words of little or existential thought.

He learnt far more than he could have expected from just a single person. It wasn’t just facts and information, but abstract learnings that could be used for later reference in different settings.

Takeda was pondering when a large 3rd-year boy ran in, tears hanging off the edges of his eye like a dam waiting to burst. 

“You can cry, you know?”

The boy gave him a weary smile before falling to his knees with a loud thud.

“What’s wrong, Azumane?”

“School stuff.”

You went to university—computer engineering with a minor in digital art. Both were topics you would often give full-hearted speeches in his classroom. However, you came to visit.

“How’s university going?” He asked when you visited at the end of your first year, as any teacher would.

You gave him an expression he had never seen on your face before—a tight and strained smile that was held close to your teeth.

“I wish I had never gone.”

“You’re not failing, are you?” he tried to joke.

You scoffed but let your teeth show in a hidden laugh. “No, I’m not.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

It looked like you were about to shatter. “I’ve just lost all the love I had for it. The things I enjoyed most in the world, I now hate.”

Takeda slid open a drawer of his desk and pulled out a tissue. You, despite the offer, shook your head and looked out the window.

“Do you not need it?”

“I haven’t cried in years.” You managed to turn your attention back to him, meeting his eyes briefly before turning away.

“You can cry, you know? You’re allowed to.”

Finally, you broke.

He quickly regretted pushing you to go. It was a reminder that not every person finds their passion early and knows what they want to do with life as he did. It hurt worse when a few stray tears turned into an avalanche as you begged the empty classroom to turn back time and allow you to sit in the back row again. Begged to just sit there and talk.

Takeda wished he could have helped more than try to wipe away the tears you wouldn’t let him see.

After that, he took courses on student health and wellbeing, never having thought he would need to before.

He lost track of you, however. After a few more visits with unclear paths, you stopped appearing.

You stared outside the classroom window, watching a crow as it landed on a treetop and opened its beak in a loud caw. 

“I want nothing more than to be happy and at peace. Doing whatever it is that I love doing for whatever reason. I don’t need big achievements, rewards, or endless growth. No need for a big wallet or name recognition. I just want to be happy.”

Takeda heard your response with a curious ear. If only he had done what he taught his students and looked for the clues.

The crowd was deafening, and Takeda wished he could have made a bubble to shield him and the shivering student on the bench. The boy needed a break, somewhere quiet to rest his head, even if Takeda had to fight him to do so. He was just too passionate.

On his knees, Takeda held the boy’s arms, trying to convey all the care and understanding he had while meeting his unfocused eyes. There was loss, and frustration, pouring out of the boy alongside the sweat that would continue until his body temperature was regulated. Soon, Takeda knew that tears would be joining no matter the outcome of the match. Hinata had just taken a hard blow.

“You of all people should be in peak condition. So that you can always be on the frontline when you get the chance.”

He could only hope that he chose the right words to say.

If only he could have said something more back then.

I thought it was angsty, but that might just be me self-projecting, I am mentally ill afterall. As for the MC….. uhh, thats up to you. -Bacon

Posted: 31/07/2022

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Fourteen. There's No Way.

word count: 5k (not including pictures) warnings: swearing

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

a/n: yeeeeee very excited about this chapter!! we're getting so close to some good stuff!!!! hope you like it!!! (also, if you understand the reference to bug’s second tweet about mr clean, you’re a real one) 

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Y/n laughed as she tucked her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top as she stared at her computer monitor. "Yeah, okay, Gogy."

Quackity's laugh sounded through her headphones, cackling loudly and gasping for air as George defended himself in their voice channel. None of them were streaming, which allowed them to tease each other relentlessly without worrying about leaking real things. Currently, the target of the teasing was Y/n. Her guilty crime: Dream’s nickname for her. "She got his ass!"

"Oh shut up, Big Q," Y/n quickly spat back. "At least neither of us has a nickname that lies about our size. Short boy."

Quackity stopped laughing and pulled out his defensive card. "Okay, that's literally not funny. That's messed up of you to say, actually."

"Waaah," Y/n mocked.

"Okay, Bugsy, but no one seriously calls me Gogy, it's just as a joke," George defended himself. "I was only saying that I think it's cute how Dream calls you Bug!"

"Shut up," she mumbled with embarrassment. She loved the nickname and especially how everyone seemed to agree it was reserved for him. She wondered if he noticed that too, how everyone else, including most fans, called her Bugsy, leaving Dream as the only online friend who used the nickname.

"She's embarrassed," Quackity giggled. "Awww. Is the Buggy Wuggy embarrassed of having a crush?"

“I don’t have a crush,” she lied convincingly. 

“You better not. The title of your affection deservingly goes to me,” he said proudly, as if there was any shred of truth in his words.

“Get over yourself, Quackity,” George laughed, “before Dream tells you off again about being too short for Bugsy.”

“HEY!”

"I'm back," Sapnap announced as he unmuted in Discord. "What did I miss?"

"They're still bullying me," Y/n exaggerated.

“No, they’re bullying me!” Quackity scoffed.

“Sapnap, make them stop,” Y/n begged playfully. Usually Sapnap was on her side.

"It’s for a good reason though," Sapnap teased. "I mean, we'll stop bullying you if you admit to liking him," he lowered his voice slightly, probably since he lived in the same house as the man they were talking about.

Y/n smiled to herself and hid it behind her hoodie sleeve as if they could see her anyway. She kinda liked that she hadn't told Quackity or Sapnap about her official crush, enjoying having a secret like that. Well, a secret that George, Karl, and Naomi knew too.

"Then I guess I'll be bullied until the day that I die," she sighed. She swore she heard George cover a laugh with a cough and she sent his icon a death glare. He seemed to enjoy knowing her secret a little too much. 

"Is anyone going to actually stream today?" Sapnap asked. "I wanna do something."

"I'm thinking about doing Jackbox later," Quackity admitted. "Do you guys wanna join if I do?"

"Yes! Please," Sapnap whined. "I'm so bored."

"Sure, I'll play. Karl is spending the night so I can make him play too."

"Sleepover?" George asked. " Can I come?"

"Hm, no."

"That's messed up!"

"Can you join, George?" Quackity asked. "I need you in my title."

George hummed contemplatively and his voice turned mischievous, if only for a moment. "Yeah, if you get Dream to play."

Yeah, he definitely enjoyed knowing her secret too much.

"Right, you only play when your boyfriend plays too," Quackity groaned. "Cancel Dreamnotfound, I believe in Dreamsy supremacy."

"Says the man who asks me to marry him every day," Y/n scoffed.

"Actually, you're right! Bugity supremacy," he said.

"I swear it's become more frequent since I said you could flirt with me online again."

"It has, I'm making up for lost time."

Y/n rolled her eyes and Sapnap laughed. "I'll get Dream to play," Sapnap offered.

"So you'll play, George? I need you to commit," Quackity said.

"Yeah, why not," George agreed before adding with a giggle, "I wanna see Dream try to flirt with Bugsy."

"I hate you all,” specifically you, George, she thought. “I'm not playing anymore."

"NO, YOU ALREADY SAID YOU WOULD!" Quackity shouted.

"FINE," she groaned, a small laugh escaping her lips and completely exposing that she wasn't actually mad. "Speaking of Karl sleeping over, he's coming over in a bit so I'm gonna get off."

"Booo," Sapnap protested lightly. "Have fun with Karl."

"Let me know if he's going to play Jackbox with us. He better," Quackity threatened with no real substance.

"I'll make him," Y/n promised. "Bye guys!"

"Bye!" George and Sapnap shouted together before she disconnected the call.

Y/n stood up from her desk, stretching softly before looking around her room. She had a laundry basket in the corner, overflowing with clean, and now probably wrinkled, clothes waiting to be folded. She decided to use her time to clean up before Karl got there, even though they were probably going to sleep on the couches if at all.

She dumped the clean clothes onto her bed, tossing the things that needed to be hung to the side and neatly folded the rest. When she put her hoodies and sweaters on hangers, she noticed how much of her friends' merch she had. She had two GeorgeNotFound hoodies, a Sapnap shirt and hoodie, and even a Quackity hoodie. Karl didn't have any merch, but she did have a few of his personal hoodies that she had stolen from him over time and considered those her own exclusive merch, even though some of them had the Mr. Beast logo on them. She decided she needed Dream's merch.

For some unknown reason, perhaps it was because of how much she liked him, her face grew warm at the thought of wearing a Dream hoodie, even though it wouldn't have belonged to him. The idea made her nervous, like that would somehow give away that she had a crush on him if she bought some of his merch, even though she bought some of her friends' and even had Karl's actual hoodies. Despite the reasons that that was stupid of her to think, her brain said owning one Dream hoodie would be a dead giveaway of her crush, so she put off buying any. In reality, he'd probably laugh in his cute way when he heard that she bought one, or maybe go "whAT!" in surprise and happiness.

She desperately wanted to tell him things like that, tell him how happy his laugh made her and how adorable he was, or how she got butterflies every time he talked about anything at all. Since she couldn’t just call him up and tell him she hated stopped thinking about him, she decided to do something bold and subtweeted him, even adding a picture of herself with her face covered, hoping he would know it was about him, but that no one else would. She turned off comments for good measure, in case the stans made assumptions. Now that she threw away the "no flirting" rule for all her friends, she could do things like this. Worst case scenario is he thinks it’s weird, she tells him it was only a joke, and they go on their merry ways. Her heart would be broken, but nevertheless her ego would be somewhat saved. Harmless. 

Nervously ― plagued with the thoughts of possible consequences of posting something so bold and, to her, so obvious — she made her way to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He would know it was about him, right? And that's what she wanted? It was so forward of her to say to the world, especially since she hadn't tagged him in it. Leaving it up to interpretation almost made it like she was trying to hide it from him, which wasn't the case or she wouldn't have hit, Tweet.

She waited for him to tweet something vague about her as a response, or maybe even text her, before realizing it had the potential to make him uncomfortable. Maybe he would pretend to not see it so he didn't embarrass her, or didn't even know it was about him. Or maybe he's asleep and hasn't been on his phone. She looked at her clock. Dream asleep at 3:30pm? Unlikely.

As Y/n fell on her bed, contemplating whether she should delete the post and pretend like it never happened, she felt her phone vibrate and quickly swiped the screen to read it.

Y/n had to literally set her phone down to scream into her pillow. He was killing her. Stabbing her in the heart and twisting the knife with his sweet compliments and smooth delivery. He had to know what he was doing, the way he was talking to her like that. No one said "prove it" in that context without having something more behind it.

Why couldn't he just like her? Why did he have to be so nice and flirty towards all his friends? Why couldn’t she be the exception?

She picked her phone back up and left the messaging app, finding her camera roll and swiping through it in search for something to catch her eye. Food pic, meme, Karl’s cat, meme, picture of Naomi nearly falling off a sidewalk... where were her pictures of her face? Did she really not have any of herself? The seemingly endless scrolling stopped when she found one from when she first moved into the apartment. Naomi had taken pictures of every room to show her parents and asked Y/n if she could show her parents the streamers room as well. Y/n cheerfully agreed, and actually wanted to be in the photo because she loved Naomi’s parents like they were her own, so she jumped on her bed and smiled for the picture.

It was cute, the comforter she sat on was messy and looked comfy, and she liked the way she was posed, cross-legged and beaming at the camera with her dying plant on the windowsill in the background and fairy lights around the room. It was also back when her room was clean and presentable. Y/n thought it was a good photo and even would have posted it if not for the whole her being a faceless streamer thing.

She held her breath, contemplating if she should just send the image to Dream. She wanted to, she really did. But that fear of how he perceived her still nagged in the back of her mind.

Y/n must have been mulling it over for a while because as she decided to not send it, Dream followed up on his last text, clearly worried that he was pressuring her. She wanted to change the subject as soon as possible before she changed her mind and face revealed to him.

Y/n took a deep breath at the thought of how close she was to sending that picture to Dream. It wasn't the first time she genuinely considered it, nor would it be the last, but that was the first time she actually looked through her camera roll for options. She so desperately wanted to. Wanted to show him what she looked like. Wanted to hear what he thought of her. Wanted to hear him say, "I like you, Bug" after finally seeing what she looked like. Wanted to let him know how much she trusted him by showing him her biggest fear. It would be so easy to just rip off the Band-Aid; only a few clicks and he could see her face. See her.

But then there was the possibility of none of her fantasies happening. What if she sent him a picture saying, "here is me!" and all he says is, "nice", not finding her pretty or ugly? What if he thought it was just like... seeing a picture of a friend. He and I are just friends, Y/n scolded herself. But him seeing her opened up the opportunity for him to like her.

It was scarier the longer she put it off, almost like the more she postponed it, the more she had to prove. If Dream knew what she looked like from the beginning, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But since she had waited so long to show him, she felt like she had to make it worth the wait.

Was she worth the wait?

Y/n's bedroom door swung open, ripping her out of her thoughts and letting her know that Karl had arrived. He smiled at her and she laughed in response.

"Hello, Karl. Ever heard of knocking?"

"Nope!" he responded as he set down a cupholder with three drinks on her nightstand. "How are you?"

"Good." Daydreaming out about Dream... again. "How are you?"

"I'm so excited!" He dropped his backpack on the floor and turned to her, pulling her off her bed and giving her a hug. "I've missed you!"

"You saw me, like, a couple of days ago," she laughed as she hugged him back.

"A couple of days too long," he sighed dramatically, rocking back and forth into the hug before Y/n lightly pulled away from him. "Where's Naomi?"

"Uh... in her room I'm guessing?"

"I'm going to go give this to her," he explained grabbing one of the drinks and walking out. "Don't miss me too much!"

Y/n laughed and shook her head, laying back down on her bed with her phone in hand. She reread some of the texts between her and Dream and couldn't help the large smile that plastered itself on her face.

When Karl came back in, he jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around her stomach and snuggling into her side. "Hello."

She laughed but pushed him away slightly, trying to ignore the pout on his face at her actions. "Hi."

"Oh, happy December!"

"Already? Geesh."

"Yeah, only 27 days until the lake!!!!"

Nervous and excited butterflies festered in the pit of Y/n's stomach. "What drink did you get me?"

"Your faaavorite," he sang as he grabbed the drink letting her sit up and lean against the headboard before handing it to her.

"Thank you very much," she said as she took a sip. "Oh, hey, so Quackity wants to do a Jackbox stream tonight and I said you'd join."

Karl groaned and laid back on Y/n, careful not to knock her drink out of her hand. "Noooo...."

"You don't wanna play?" she asked genuinely, patting his hair lightly as his head rested on her legs.

"I just want to hang out with you. It's been so long since we had Karl and Y/n time."

She sighed. "I know, but it will be fun. We'll play for like an hour and a half and then we can hang out for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow until you have to go to Jimmy’s house," she bargained like she was talking a four-year-old into eating some vegetables.

"Hmph. Fine," Karl pouted. "Is Dream playing?"

She shrugged. "I think so?"

"That's why you want to play so bad."

"What? No! I agreed to play before Sapnap said he would ask him."

"Mmmhm. So that Tweet earlier wasn't about him?"

"The... Tweet?" she played dumb but her face warmed up.

"Or was it about me?" he joked. "Have you just been blown away ever since we met and you're still thinking about how cute I am?"

"Shut up," she lightly pushed Karl's head off her lap as her face grew hotter. "Am I wrong though?"

"I don't know!" he said as he sat up and looked at her. "I've never seen the man!!"

"Oh, really?" she asked. "I didn't want to post it because I didn't want people to think I was bragging about knowing what he looks like..." she sighed.

"Then why did you?"

"Because... I also really wanted him to see it," she said with a shy giggle.

Karl face lit up as he cackled at her. "Look at you, trying to flirt!! Let's gooo!!!"

Y/n buried her face in her sweatshirt collar and laughed.

"Oh my gosh? Y/n subtweeting and flirting at the same time?? What on Earth?"

"It only counts if it works."

"Did it?” Karl asked as he leaned back and played with his rings. “You turned off comments and I didn't see him subtweet you back."

"That's because he... texted me... instead."

"WHAT? What did he say?"

Y/n laughed. "He said I wasn't allowed to tweet something like that and then turn off comments so he can't tell everyone it was about him."

Karl cackled again. "HAHAH! So true though!"

"Whatever. I'm not telling you anything else about our conversation."

"Why, was it spicy?"

"No. But— this is weird to talk about!"

Karl frowned. "You don't have to tell me... I just think it's so cute. But if you ever do want to talk about how much you wuv Dweam, I'm all ears. Tell me everything."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "Okay Kawl."

"What time is Quackity streaming?" Karl changed the subject, understanding that Y/n actually didn't want to talk about Dream.

"I don't know. Ask him. Also, tell him you're joining so he knows." She took another long sip from her drink as Karl pulled out his phone and texted Quackity.

Her fingers itched to make another Tweet about Dream and she finally succumbed, but decided to outright tease him instead of flirt, not hiding the identity of her target this time. Really, it was just an excuse for her to try to get his attention like she couldn't just text him and have it right away.

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"Sapnap!" Bugsy cheered as he joined the Discord, Quackity off talking to his chat while the others slowly joined. So far, the only people there were Sapnap, Bugsy, and Karl.

"Bugsy!" he called back with a giggle. "Hi! Is Karl coming?"

"I'm here, Sapnap!" Karl announced. "Bugsy and I are just using the same mic."

"Am I not good enough for you?" she teased Sapnap and he laughed.

"Well you're going to ignore me to talk to Dream once he gets here, so I need a backup so I'm not lonely."

Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and Karl laughed.

"We can talk while they flirt," Karl promised.

"Both of you shut up," she scolded softly.

Pretty soon, the others joined. In the end, Quackity had convinced Bad, Punz, and Wilbur to play, as well as all the feral boys.

"You could only get nine people to play, Quackity?" George asked once Quackity unmuted. "Wow, you must not have friends."

"Hey! I have friends, George! I do."

"Then where's the tenth person, Big Q?" Wilbur countered.

"LOOK! It was last minute! Where's Drea– that man is always late, I swear to—"

"I'm here!" Dream said quickly, joining the voice channel. "I'm here! Hello, everyone. Hi, Bug."

Karl smacked his hand over his mouth to cover his laugh, which escaped anyway, as he nudged Y/n. She had immediately buried her face in her hands and Karl had to turn away from the mic so no one could hear him laugh at Dream's direct greeting.

She pinched Karl's side before greeting Dream. "Hi, Dream."

"Are you guys ready to play?" Quackity asked.

"Wait, no, we're going to have to have Gene! Can't you get anyone else?" Punz asked.

"Everyone I've asked has said no!" Quackity groaned. "I'm out of people. Deal with Gene."

Y/n and Karl looked at each other at the same time, thinking the same thing. Naomi had been talking about wanting to play Jackbox sometime but that she never has anyone to play with other than Karl and Y/n. She'd be meeting most of these people on vacation in a couple of weeks anyway, why not see if she wants to play?

"What about my roommate?" Y/n spoke up as Quackity sent the code to the Discord.

"Who?" he asked.

"You literally met her when you visited," Karl laughed. "Naomi."

"Oh, yeah! She's cool."

"Invite her to play," George said, making Dream laugh lightly and Y/n smile because they knew they had been talking a lot.

"Yeah, give me a second, don't start yet," Y/n said before sliding off her headphones and making her way to Naomi's room. Before Y/n could even knock, Naomi swung open her door quickly, phone open to the Twitch app in her hand.

"I heard everything," she rushed out, eyes wide and hopeful. "C-can I play?"

"Yeah, you want to?"

"PLEASE."

"There are currently 130,000 people watching, just so you know."

"That's fine, I'm cool under pressure." That was very true. Y/n wouldn’t have let Naomi join if she thought her friend couldn’t handle the attention. She thrived in it. "Should I come to your room?"

"Yeah, come on." Y/n led the way and pulled up a third chair to her desk. Karl offered to listen to the Discord on his phone so Naomi could use the second pair of headphones to listen to everyone. All three of them still used Y/n's mic, Karl muted on his phone. "Okay, kinda scuffed set up, but we're all here. Everyone, this is Naomi."

"Hello!" Naomi said happily. "Nice to meet you all!"

Everyone greeted her and Y/n noted the redness on Naomi's cheeks as George greeted her with a soft, "Nice to talk to you again, Naomi."

Karl giggled again and slapped his hand over his mouth; Y/n had a feeling he'd have to do that a lot this stream.

"Can we all agree to not pander?" Bad asked, earning a few approvals.

"What if we play one game where we only pander?" Dream asked. "Like pander as much as possible for every answer."

"Wait, yeah, let's do that so everyone can get it out of their system," Wilbur agreed.

"But Naomi doesn't know us well enough to pander yet," Sapnap countered.

"Yes I do," she said with a laugh. "I've watched enough streams and lore videos to know exactly how to get votes."

"Damn, okay then," Sapnap mumbled.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," George promise and Naomi blushed again, making Y/n laugh. Naomi joined the lobby on her phone and the round began.

Pandering being the goal was both annoying and hilarious because people used the same jokes, but it was funny to see how hard people were trying to get the audience votes.

"Something you would take with you on a deserted island," Quackity read out loud as the prompt showed up. "An iPad full of downloaded skephalo fanfiction, HAHAH, or dreamnotfound fanart." Everyone laughed and Y/n could hear George scoff at one answer in particular.

"Aw, I love Skeppy!" Bad said innocently.

"Was that your answer then, Badboyhalo?" Wilbur teased as everyone voted on their favorite. Y/n, of course, cast her vote towards skephalo, but still pretended like the other answer didn't make her jealous. The player votes were split, but the audience made Sapnap's answer win in a landslide.

"Okay, the most disappointing thing to hear from a friend," Wilbur read the next one out loud. "Dreamsy is real, and you don't have a shot with BugsyGames."

"What the hell?" Y/n laughed loudly at the similarity between the two responses. Dream was laughing so hard, wheezing like he would never stop, and the sound brought a large grin to Y/n's face.

Everyone's laughs overlapped and mingled with each other and it was such a happy sound, distracting everyone's attention from Y/n a little.

"That would be the worst thing to hear!" Quackity yelled. "Good thing Bugity is real."

Dream stopped laughing abruptly and instead yelled, "WHAT?" which only made everyone laugh harder.

"Vote!!" Bad reminded.

"Wait, Quackity, what did you just say?" Dream asked.

"Well, I've seen her face, so... I think she loves me more," he said, just trying to get a rise out of the other, which seemed to be working.

Y/n thought again about how close she was to sending a picture of herself to Dream earlier. He probably would have immediately used it against Quackity, but she didn't think she would have minded because it was funny to see Dream jealous, real or not.

"Only because you flew out to hang out with Karl!" Dream yelled. "I'd fly just to see her."

"Then do it," Y/n challenged before she could think and her heart stopped at her own words.

Dream went silent and it was Naomi's turn to cover her laugh with her hand, Karl's eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Why are you so defensive, huh, Dream?" Punz asked.

"Uh, you-you have to be when fighting for Bug's love and attention," he joked finally, and Y/n's heart resumed beating, a little fast at the implication of his words. Why did she say that? He probably thought she was so weird. "It's every person for themselves." Then again, so was he.

The votes were pretty split since they said the same thing, but the surprising thing was who said what. She expected one of them to be from Quackity, but she didn't know who wrote the second one about not having a shot. Sapnap maybe? Karl? They all joke around so who put it?

"DREAM?" Sapnap laughed. "You wrote that?"

"Well, yeah, I mean..." he trailed off with a laugh and Y/n's face caught fire. Did he really think he didn't have a shot? Because reality check: he’s the only one with arrows and the target is wide open. Was he joking or stupid or was she just not as obvious as she previously thought?

"Okay, okay, next one," Quackity laughed. "If cats were political leaders, everyone’s favorite president would be: Patches, okay," he paused as Dream cheered loudly, "and Bingus."

"Corpse isn't even here! Wrong audience!" Karl said.

"Bingus is for all audiences," Y/n mumbled, making Naomi laugh.

"Uh-oh, another faceless man stealing Bugsy's heart—?" Sapnap joked, immediately cut off by Dream's stern, "no."

"Naomi, you put Patches?" Wilbur laughed as the votes went towards the girl on Y/n's left. "Okay, she does know more than we thought."

"Oh, I know everything," she said evilly, double-meaning evident in her voice. Y/n gave her a look and Naomi just smiled innocently.

The pandering got so intense that Y/n almost cried tears of joy when the first Quiplash game was over and the no-pandering rule got put back into play.

"What, you don't like your name being every other answer?" Wilbur joked and Y/n shook her head.

"No. But certain ones were okay..."

"Yeah, the Bugity ones," Quackity joked.

Dream hummed out a soft, "Okay, Quackity," and the next game began.

The games went on as usual and Y/n had a blast. It was so fun to see her best friend interact with all her online friends for the first time and it warmed her heart how inclusive they were, making sure Naomi wasn't left out of jokes. It helped that Naomi's sense of humor was similar and that she already knew a lot about the streamers, but Y/n was still grateful for all the efforts put forth by her friends.

It also helped that George and Naomi clearly liked each other.

"Is anyone going to stream?" Quackity asked as he started wrapping up.

"I will if no one else is," Punz said. "I'm going to play Valorant."

"Oh, can I play?" Sapnap asked.

"Yeah, definitely, dude."

"Okay, I'll raid you." Quackity muted after thanking everyone for playing and Y/n left the call.

"Dude, that was SO FUN!" Naomi stood up and yelled. She sat down on the end of Y/n's bed, hands balled up in excitement.

Karl laughed as he fell on top of the bed next to where Naomi sat. "I'm so glad you guys all got along!"

"Yeah, I almost started crying when everyone was laughing at your jokes," Y/n laughed, swiveling in her chair to look at them. "That made me so happy."

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much for letting me play. I had so much fun. And they're all so nice and funny and I was worried they'd make me feel left out but they didn't at all."

"I'm so glad you had fun," Y/n said. "We'll invite you again if you want."

"Please do. Only if everyone's okay with it though!"

"I'm sure they would be."

“The lake is going to be so fun,” she sighed whimsically. 

“Because George?” Karl teased, causing Naomi to punch his arm. 

A Discord notification sounded on Y/n's computer and she turned to look at the screen, smiling when she saw Dream's name.

Dream: You left the vc so quick :( Bugsy: I have two goons to hang out with :( Dream: :(((( Dream: I wanna be the only goon you hang out with Dream: I was right, I don't have a chance with you Dream: Karl is the only focus of Bugs attention Bugsy: ?? Bugsy: lies detected Dream: wait really Bugsy: ... Bugsy: do I need to remind you of the tweet I posted earlier Dream: bug don't say things like that to me Bugsy: why not Dream: can you kick Karl back to his house so we can ft or call :( Bugsy: no <3 Bugsy: we can tomorrow after Karl leaves Dream: promise? Dream: don't get my hopes up bug Bugsy: yeah I promise :) Dream: :D

"Pay attention to me!" Karl whined. Y/n turned back around and saw that Naomi had left the room and Karl was laying upside down, close to falling off the bed with his head dangling dangerously close to the ground.

She laughed and typed one last message to Dream.

Bugsy: bye bye dream :) Dream: goodnight bug :] sleep well

"Okay," she huffed jokingly, turning back to Karl. "You have my full, undivided attention."

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[junghelioseok]

untitled. | jjk

↳ aka, i’m in my feelings about a 23yo again but what else is new.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | established relationship ◇ 1.0k [1/1]

notes: i wrote this on my phone as soon as i woke up this morning and it was littered with typos and unformatted as all shit so i’m gonna need u to reblog this one please thanks!!!

warnings: domestic soft lazy sex, cockwarming, jungoo is a big softie and so am i 🥺

“Good morning, baby.”

It starts slow, just as it always does. A whispered greeting and the lazy slide of a hand along the curve of your waist, trailing from your hip all the way to the swell of your cheek where he settles to pull your mouth against his.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes against your lips, and you know he believes it with the entirety of his big, mushy heart. You couldn’t feel (and look, for that matter) more like a bedraggled rat in the morning, with your eyes crusty and your cheek stippled by a wrinkle in the pillowcase. But Jungkook strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and plants kisses on both of your eyelids, and you sigh, curling into his familiar, comforting warmth.

Ever so slowly, his kisses move southward. Jungkook trails them down and across your lips, before descending to the column of your throat and the soft spot on your clavicle. Against your thigh, his cock stiffens, and you sigh out his name when he maneuvers you atop him and settles your legs on either side of his strong thighs.

“Wanna be inside you,” he breathes, and that’s all it takes. A little lube from the bottle in the nightstand and he’s breaching your walls, the stretch just as familiar and warm as everything else about him.

“Love you,” you murmur as he rolls his hips gently, his eyes crinkling into a boyish, toothy grin as he buries himself deeper.

“Love you more,” he murmurs back, and you keen out his name when his fingers curl around your hips to keep you against him as he ruts up into your slickening cunt. It’s slow and lazy and intimate, and it’s made even more so when he spills into you and remains there, your name escaping his lips in a raspy groan as he falls limp on your shared mattress.

“I should get up and pee,” you tell him softly, when he makes no move to let you out of his ironclad grip. “Jungkook, I really—“

“You know, I started looking at rings last year.”

Jungkook says this softly, casually, as if remarking on the weather. The sky is blue, there’s a 10% chance of snow in the afternoon, and oh, I’ve been thinking about marrying you for three hundred and sixty-five days now. You want eggs for breakfast?

“Jewelry stores, online boutiques—it took months. Ring shopping is no joke. There are so many options, and cuts, and styles...” He sighs. “I didn’t know where to start.”

You’re staring at him now. There’s a crick in your neck from the way it’s uncomfortably craned, but you don’t look away. “Jungkook—“ you breathe, and you don’t know what else to say after that. Your boyfriend—soon to be fiancé?—is gazing thoughtfully up at the white stucco ceiling, the beginnings of stubble dusting his jaw like a shadow.

“But six months ago, I finally found it. The perfect ring. I’ve been keeping it in my sock drawer—“ he chuckles, “—since you never go in there and I do all the laundry, anyways.”

“Jungkook.” Your voice is stronger this time, but still hazy with disbelief and breathy with awe. Your heart feels like it’s about to pound straight through the prison of your ribcage and out into the open air, free as an uncaged bird.

He doesn’t hear you—or even if he does, he doesn’t stop. “I started carrying it around with me three months ago,” he murmurs dreamily, still addressing the ceiling with a flush beginning to creep up his cheeks. “I almost did it last month, y’know, when we were at the diner. You were wearing that yellow sweater, and you had whipped cream on your nose. And I just had this thought, like, wow, that’s my wife. I’m gonna marry her.”

“Jeon Jungkook, you are not proposing to me when your flaccid dick is inside my pussy,” you finally say when he starts reaching for the drawer of his nightstand, and Jungkook blinks, coming out of his daze at last.

“I’m not?”

You don’t know whether to laugh or groan, so you do both, the two combining into a weird little huff of air that sends a wispy tendril of his hair across his forehead. “No, you’re not,” you murmur, brushing it away and tucking it behind his ear. “It’s a little stupid, but I always imagined that we’d be outside somewhere. I mean, I’d say yes to you anytime and anywhere, and you could be wearing a garbage bag for all I care, but...” You shrug, the motion made awkward by the fact that you’re still on top of him with your legs on either side of his naked thighs, and the fact that his dick is still very much inside you. “I figured you’d be on one knee, at least. You were on both last night, so I know you don’t have any health—“

Jungkook presses two fingers to your lips to shut you up, a crinkly eyed grin creasing his face. “You want me on my knees, baby? Because I can do that. I’ll do all that and more.”

(And he does. First in the shower, after he finally releases you from his embrace, and then again when you make your way to the kitchen, breakfast all but forgotten as you grip the counter so tightly your knuckles turn white.)

(There’s a third time, too—hours later and right as you step out of the house and into the fresh snow that’s fallen sometime during the night. He’s grinning a grin so wide that you fear his cheeks might fall off, so you drop down beside him and cup them between your palms, kissing him in between all the yeses and I love yous.)

(He’s right. The ring really is perfect.)

[2small-frog]

david x reader except the reader always wears baggy clothes and just starts stealing his??

-anon that wears clothes that doesnt fit them LMAO

(also make sure to take breaks and i love your page :>)

(a/n: HANDSHAKE EMOJI pls ,,,, all of my clothes are are least 2x bigger than me its great. and tysm :sobs and cries: dw im Very Good at takinf breaks 😎)

character(s): david x reader

reader's pronouns: unspecified

cw: none :33

this man is so confused when he looked into his wardrobe and found like, 4 of his hoodies and sweaters missing

he’s scouring through the clean laundry trying so hard to find his clothes

eventually he looks in Your wardrobe and finds three of them and is like “... what”

the fourth is finally found when he sees you walk in

wearing one of his older hoodies, so big on you that it reaches halfway down your thighs

y'all just sorta sit and stare at eachother for a minute

he’s not even mad. he’s stunned at how,,, good you look in it???

i mean it's not too surprising to him seeing as he thinks you look amazing in everything but .   he adores the way the heavy fabric completely swallows you

how the sleeves need to be rolled up, or else they’d completely engulf your hands

how you bunch it up at the bottom so it doesn’t fit like a dress

he’s very heart eyes emoji

to the point where he almost prefers you wearing his clothes to your own 

seeing his mate wearing his clothes, looking so perfect and comfortable and his!!!!!

it makes his possessive and protecting nature do backflips, especially if you’re wearing them in front of other people

to him, it just screams “this is my mate. back off.”

he’s used to seeing you in baggy stuff, but it hits soooo different when it's his

he WILL be buying more hoodies to bait you into stealing them and he’ll act like he hates it

(he’s a really bad liar though. telling you to quit stealing his stuff while he can’t take his eyes off of you isn’t exactly convincing)

will actually melt when you’re both out with friends and you start showing off like “look!! this is my boyfriend’s hoodie!! isn’t it cool??”

and he’ll melt 100x more if you do that. at a pack meeting. he doesn’t even care if milo and asher tease him about it

he’s down bad in every sense

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