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My wonderful Barbie,

My sister from another mister. How did I live life without your funny, witty, lovely presence in it? Our friendship is something I will treasure until I go to hell myself, and if I'm the first of us to go I'll get a dinky lil apartment and will wait for you to join me so we can rock eternal damnation together!

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❤️

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Without any further ado, a casual not-quite-request from my darling from like July of 2024: promiscuous!reader x Alastor who thinks they have 0 attraction to him despite flirting/sleeping with literally ANYONE else

Tags: promiscuous fem reader; non sex-repulsed Alastor; possessive Alastor; fingering; handjob; 'It's just biology' logic lol

It shouldn’t bother him the way that it does.

Oh, it does.

Alastor watches you from the shadows of the hotel from the moment that you arrive- another deer, he supposes it’s mere instinct to keep an eye on you, some herd mentality that makes his eyes trail your form as you pass from one room to another, makes his ears twitch in tandem when yours flatten or stiffen in response to something. (He’s never reacted similarly to any other cervine Sinner in Hell, but it’s a comforting logic to cling to.) He sends his shadow to monitor you one time only when he catches a scent of distress coming from your bedroom, only for the blasted thing to tell him you were engaged in ‘personal matters’ that made his mind race and his normally dormant lower half twitch with interest. He throws up wards around your room to keep your scent and sounds contained, and assumes that will be the end of it.

It’s only the beginning- as soon as you acclimate to the Hotel, to Hell as a whole, the string of lovers begins. You would bring them to the hotel late in the day and send them off early the next morning; an assortment of men and women, sinners and succubi and Hellhounds, he’s even sure he may have seen an Overlord make an appearance, though no one of any real importance. Charlie and Vaggie finally catch wind of it, and politely ask that you stop bringing your parade of paramours to the doors of the Hotel; you agree to it, Alastor listening from the shadows around the corner, silently pleased that your brazen flaunting of your sexuality will be forced to come to an end.

Except… it doesn’t. You come home some nights smelling of cheap perfume and rancid cologne and what Alastor can only assume is bodily fluids before excusing yourself to your bedroom and emerging later smelling like yourself again- he can smell it on you, see the signs of your amorous hobbies, and no one else seems to notice or care, besides Angel Dust asking on occasion, “You look well taken care of, toots; who’s the lucky individual?”

Laughing when you respond, “who isn’t?” Like you were sharing your body with simply anyone.

It would be one thing if that was all he was subject to. But aside from your more promiscuous activities, you also rivaled the spider demon in terms of flirting and innuendo! At breakfast or lunch with the rest of the Hotel occupants, you would let suggestive comments fly across the table or lobby to everyone- winking at Angel as you swirled your tongue around an ice cream cone; dropping your voice to a lower register when leaning across the bar to ask Husk for a drink; ‘jokingly’ asking the Princess and Vaggie if they were looking for another participant when they mentioned going to bed one night. You weren’t as persistent or forward as the spider used to be- when Vaggie had growled in response to your question you had immediately backed off and apologized profusely- but you were very generous with your compliments and comments with everyone in the Hotel, even Niffty, going so far as to make a pass at Lucifer himself one night that he joined the group.

That, at least, had been entertaining- watching the King seem to choke on his own tongue as he flushed and tried to stammer out a response to your invitation to your bedroom, away from the ears of his daughter.

But your attention was never turned to him.

You never turned shy or demure like one would expect, but you made no pass at Alastor. No innuendos or offers like you made to the others, like you clearly made to the seemingly never ending stream of creatures and sinners that you warmed the sheets of. You chatted with him and laughed and spoke about music and literature but you never complimented him or invited him to your room as he had seen you do with countless others. And normally he wouldn’t care in the slightest- normally he would prefer it this way. When he thinks of the comments he got from the porn star that were always dismissed, the fumbled passes that Vox had made at him during their partnership that had never interested him in the slightest, the various offers and invitations that he had received over the years since arriving in Hell, he feels nothing.

You, though…

Perhaps it's the nature of his sinner form; the buck in him distraught at the idea that such a pretty, fertile doe didn’t think he was acceptable as a sexual partner when you would take on anyone else, and do so blatantly, right in front of him. But the thought of it keeps him up at night, his trousers tight and his antlers large and itchy, scratching at the bark of the trees in his bayou when he risks dropping his wards around your bedroom one night and smells that same scent from before, what he had thought was distress and could now recognize as being arousal. He refuses to lower himself as far as touching his straining erection, but the fact of you not wanting him eats him alive.

To his credit, he resists for a decent amount of time. Alastor lets the thoughts stew and thinks of you- what you’re doing with others, the ways they might be touching you, the sounds you might be making during it. He doesn’t allow himself to follow you when you step out in the evenings, keeps his shadow close to his side when you leave and come back smelling of sex.

A man can only have so much self control.

He’s down in the kitchen late in the evening when the light switches on, and your soft gasp of surprise graces his ears. When he looks over at you he wishes you had kept the lights off- you stand there in a mere slip of a nightgown, black and silky and clinging to the lines of your body like a second skin. Indecent. Alluring. Far, far too tempting, and he keeps his distance across the room, willing his antlers to stay as they are and not branch out to crowd the space at the close proximity to a potential mate.

He feels an eyebrow quirk up at that- mate was new, the word dangerous as it curls through his brain while he watches you, ears dropped low against your head and a blush tinting your face.

“Good evening, dear,” he says cordially, and resumes his earlier actions of making an evening cup of tea- like everything is normal, like the mere presence of you isn’t sending blood rushing through his body.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief before fully coming into the room, wrapping your arms around yourself, the motion pushing the mounds of your breasts up ever so slightly. He forces himself to look away, to stay busy as you approach and stand next to him. “Hi, Alastor. Think I could get one of those?” You gesture to the mug he holds in his hands.

“Why, of course! Allow me to-”

When your arm drops back down he catches the scent on the air that you displace- Frustration. Arousal. There’s a second of silence before the glass he holds drops to the floor as he abandons all notion of tea in favor of reaching for you, tugging you closer so that you’re fitted against his body, tucked under his chin as he drops it down to sniff at your hair, one hand clasped around your bicep and the other coming around the back to hold you to him.

You make an alarmed squeak but don’t pull away, tilting your head up to try and look at him. The noise you make is inquisitive but not scared as he turns the pair of you, pins you between his chest and the counter and just breathes in the intoxicating cocktail of scent that you give off. He recognizes that he’s overstepping his boundaries- his mother would skin his hide if she was anywhere near Hell and knew he was behaving in such a manner- but he’s held out admirably long, and the need to know why, why, why was beating insistently at his thoughts. And after this, who knew if you would ever let him so close to you again? If you would even stay in the Hotel? The mere idea of you being anywhere else, away from his watchful eye and protection, makes his antlers ache.

“Forgive me,” he murmurs into your scalp, as eager to explain his actions away as he was to get answers from you even if he can’t bring himself to release you yet. “It’s a… biological impulse, I presume, because of our-”

“Because we’re deer?” You ask softly, the whisper of your breath tickling the skin of his chest where it pokes out of his shirt, and his erection aches where it suddenly strains against his trousers. He angles his hips back subtly, resists the urge to shove forward instead.

“Right. I’m afraid I- I was not thinking, and not myself.” He feels a flush take over his face, glad that you can’t see it where you’re held against him. “I believe if I can just- take in your scent for a moment, that should appease the instinct.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but you hum into his shirt and stay put, so he assumes it’s a passable excuse.

You stand there quietly with him for a moment before the traitorous words bubble out of his throat against his will, the curiosity overriding his logic. “Why do you show no interest in me like you do the others?”

You stiffen in his hold- and even at this sign of alarm he can’t bring himself to release you. “I don’t- I’m not sure what you mean, Alastor,” you stammer, but he can smell it on you, the nerves, the anxiety in the phrase.

“It’s not my intention to scare you- nor corner you like this,” he adds, nodding down at his arms that cage you against the counter. “Merely a curiosity, and unfortunate coincidence. You offer your compliments freely, you make advances, you have an endless stream of lovers, and yet you have never directed such attention my way. Even Niffty has been at the receiving end of your flirting, albeit in a joking manner.” You’re silent in his arms, muscles tense and face turned away from him, and he keeps his hands where they are instead of doing something stupid like brushing his fingers against your cheek and turning you to face him. “Have I offended you in some manner? Do you simply not find me to be appealing?”

“No!” Your eyes are wide when you meet his again, a sweet blush to your face as you deny. “No, I mean, you’re fine, you haven’t done anything wrong- and you’re hot, so that’s not- fuck. Fuck. It’s really nothing, Alastor-”

And there it was again- that scent that you carried with you, pheromones that broadcasted to him as clearly as a radio that you were aroused, a tinge of embarrassment tinting it now instead of the frustration from earlier and it’s simply not enough. He drops his face to your shoulder, ignoring your soft squeak of alarm in favor of inhaling deeply at the curve of your neck where it’s the strongest that he can reach. It’s heady and thick, almost feeling like it’s coating his airways as it travels through his body, cock leaking inside his trousers now. “Doesn’t smell like nothing,” he murmurs absently, and your hands come up from where they’ve been gripping the counter to fist into his shirt. An explanation, he tells himself as he meets your eyes again, dilated and wide. That’s all I need. That will sate this feeling. That will return me to normal. That will-

He’s taken off guard by your dragging him down to meet your lips, more a clash of teeth than anything else before you get the angle right, surprising him with your tongue against his teeth as you try to lick into his mouth. His noise of surprise is muffled into the kiss, and it gives you the opportunity you need to get your tongue in his mouth, stroke with the slick muscle along his own. The action makes his hips jolt forward, erection finally pressed against the warmth of your body for a blissful moment before he remembers himself and angles away again.

He tries to, anyway. Your hands leave his shirt to tug at his belt loops, bringing his hips back into alignment with yours and causing a moan to vibrate from your mouth and into his as you clumsily try to grind into him.

Alastor releases you- only for a moment, only to reposition his hands so he can hold you even closer, shift you up onto the counter to press harder against you so he can finally satisfy the instinctive craving that had been plaguing him for months- and before he can do anything further you tear away with a gasp, letting go of his hips to push at his chest and try to put distance between the two of you.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, and were it not for the note of panic that now taints your delicious scent he would tease you for the calling of a being so far removed from Hell when he manages to settle his hands on your body again. “Fuck, I didn’t mean- I’m so sorry, Alastor, I wasn’t thinking,” and through your stammering your face is darkening, ears laid flat against your head.

One can only guess what sort of foolish things you’re telling yourself- that he didn’t want this, that you shouldn’t have kissed him, that this would surely result in some kind of disaster. What he was more focused on was the huff of your breath against his chest, the thrum of your heartbeat under his fingertips, the twitch of your ears. The heat of your body pressed against his as you had attempted to grind down, such an obvious display of your attraction to him that he knows he needs to cease your rampant overthinking before you do something terrible, like flee from him.

“My dear,” he says softly, and your eyes dart up, wide, trembling like your fingers against his chest. Much more like a frightened bird than the doe you were. “If you explain your hesitation, we can sort out any confusion that might linger between us, and get back to the more important matters at hand.” He brings a hand up from your hip to trace along the curve of your jaw, and the exhale that escapes you is hot against his wrist when he pulls you back against him. “Tell me your concerns.”

“You don’t actually want this,” you stutter out, your tongue darting out to wet your dry lips, and it’s all he can do not to reclaim your mouth. “It’s- you’re only reacting like this because we’re both deer, you wouldn’t normally-”

“Do you think,” he interrupts with a roll of his hips into you, “that you are the first deer demon I’ve ever come across in all my years in Hell?”

Your eyes widen. “You- but you just said-”

“Yes, in an effort to spare myself the embarrassment of clinging to a young lady that I thought had no interest in me.” He places his hands on your waist and lifts you with little effort to rest on the edge of the counter so he can step fully between your legs. “It seems that may not be the case.”

You whimper, low and broken as his thumb brushes the skin of your thighs. “It’s not,” you confess. “I’ve… it wasn’t the whole time. I mean, I like sex with other people but lately its been- killing me, wanting you. I didn’t think you would want anything.”

“You thought wrong.” He slides his hands under your nightgown, the feeling of your bare skin under his hands igniting the heat within him anew. “I want everything from you.” He clasps you to his body and grinds, his erection dragging deliciously against the soaked warmth between your legs. “You were touching yourself just moments before you entered the kitchen, weren’t you? You couldn’t reach satisfaction; that’s why you smell of frustration, or arousal. Your scent has been driving me mad, these… lovers you’ve been with have been intolerable.”

He can feel the swollen nub of your clit through your panties, wet with slick from your time spent pleasuring yourself and unable to find release. He can almost feel the folds of you molding to his shape, parting with ease to invite him in if he so wished.

He wouldn’t take you here. Alastor had craved you for too long to be satisfied with a fumbling romp in the kitchen in the dead of night- he was a gentleman, and would take you to bed and whisper the words of praise that you were so deserving of as he entered you for the first time. He would ensure that the evening was beautiful and worthy of how long you both had waited, unknowing of how easy it all could have been.

For now, though, you were both vibrating with the tension of months of pent up frustration, and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer, his own release be damned. He would show you that none of the others you had bedded were any sort of viable substitution for him.

He asks, “may I?” As he teases his fingers along the waist of your panties, and your breathy agreement is music to his ears as he simply vanishes them away and slips his fingers into your core. You’re wet for him, the smell of your arousal overwhelming now that you’re bare before him, open for his touch, and while he has little experience in this area he’s able to read the tremble of your body in his arms well enough, the whimpers and gasps that you let out into his ears. He searches, fingers gentle in their exploration as he aches in his slacks, grinding against the counter with what little leverage he has and watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He finds the answer to his questioning touch in a pliable spot of flesh that he crooks his fingers against, and your body trembles in his arms. He hardly needs your frantic whisper of “yes, there, please,” but the feedback is encouraging anyway as he presses hard, withdrawing and adding another finger at the encouraging thrust of your hips.

He wishes he could taste you, knows that you would be just as sweet on his tongue as you felt clenched around his digits. You’re both too wound for that now, as he would want to take his time in savoring you, and so he settles for letting you come undone around his fingers. He finds a promising angle by pushing up on the tips of his hooves, and that gives him the angle he needs to rut into your thigh, hot as the rest of your body and deliciously firm against his cock. Your cunt weeps with arousal, and he swipes his thumb through it for an effortless glide against your clit as he rocks his fingers in a steady rhythm.

“Please,” you whisper, and there’s a hand shoved against his belt buckle, clawing at the clasp in the little space that exists between your bodies. “I want to touch you- please, can I?” Your eyes are wet with pleasure, every inch of your visible skin flushed and your request sweet as honey in the air as you wait for his approval. He nods, and his head drops to your shoulder with a defeated groan at the first touch of your hands to his bare erection.

Your grip is firm, hot- experienced, he thinks with a distant throb of jealousy knowing how many others you had been with to have gained such knowledge. How many others had held you against a counter or wall like this with some part of their body inside of you, your delicate hand touching them in return? What was the exact number of Sinners he would have to hunt down that became familiar with the flavor of your moans before he had been given the chance to sample you?

“Fuck, Alastor,” you cry out, and he grins sharp and dangerous into the crook of your neck at the realization that none of your previous lovers mattered now- all that existed to you in this moment was him, his fingers buried in the tight clench of your body, his cock leaking in your hand, his name on your soft lips. You were pliant and warm and perfect, and he would ensure that you never needed anyone else to satisfy you for the rest of your afterlife.

His orgasm catches him nearly by surprise, hips jerking as he spills hard and messy over your fingers. His voice catches on a desperate moan of your name, and somehow this- staticky and rough and broken- is what takes you over the edge as well, your inner walls fluttering hard around his fingers and even more slick gushing from you to coat him in the evidence of your satisfaction.

You take a moment to simply breathe, bringing a hand up to rest on his shoulder before you start laughing.

Alastor is almost offended, but when he pulls back from your shoulder your smile is fond and pleased. “To think we could have been doing this all along,” you tease, and run your thumb through the mess of his orgasm and lightly against his tip before withdrawing from his pants. You roll your hips against his fingers as he pulls them from you, and the small action is enough to have his spent cock twitching once again.

“Not all along,” he says, bringing his fingers up to inspect, delighting in your renewed blush when he pops one into his mouth for a taste and is rewarded with it being every bit as delicious as he had hoped. “I’m sure with your expertise we would have graduated to more adventurous endeavors by now.”

“My expertise?” You feign offense, your tone exaggerated and your smile genuine as you look up at him. “Why, Alastor, are you implying I’m some sort of tart?”

His eyes are dark as he growls, “not anymore, you aren’t,” and scoops you into his arms to retreat to his bedroom with the ghost of your laughter echoing in the kitchen when you’re gone.

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fiorella-a · 2 years ago

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Karasuno boys as... "Vampire" song lyrics!

(+ Short scenarios)

Info:

-future! Karasuno boys x gn! Reader

-No Tanaka, he's married after all 🤷🏻‍♀️

-toxic relationship

-cursing

-slight angst (i guess)

Daichi:

"I loved you truly

Gotta laugh at the stupidity"

"I should've known it was strange

You only come out at night"

>> You always found it weird that Daichi would go out around midnight or almost midnight, I'm talking about 10, 11 or 12PM and then come back an hour and a half later. God you hate yourself for falling into his trap when he assures you saying, "It's required for me to patrol around the area" or "you know I'm a police officer, babe" and due to your sincere love for him, you always did understand his responsibilities.

Although you can't help but notice that every time he comes back, he smells and looks.. fresh? Like he had just taken a shower and re-used his clothes.

Maybe he did take a shower with a girl he was giving an after care for. Maybe he was patrolling the area of his girl's apartment. But you can't do anything, you don't have enough evidence.

Sugawara:

"Cause I've made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine"

"You're so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?"

>> Sugawara gave you an extra key to his class just in case he locks the door and you wanted to visit him. Your relative, who goes to the school that he teaches, called you and told you how amazing his day was, you found it weird that Sugawara isn't home yet. "That's awesome, buddy! But I gotta go, alright? I'll call later on, bye-bye!"

Once you hung up, you drove as fast as you can to the school and came into his classroom without warning.

You saw a woman sitting on Suga's desk, while he has his right arm wrapped around her waist. The woman could only eye you up and down before turning to yell at Suga, "I thought you told them? Gosh Suga! We've been over this for what? A thousand time?!" The said woman jumped out of his grasp, pushed you aside and walked out while slamming the door behind her.

He scoffs at you before opening the door and chasing after the woman.

He left you, huh? Of course he did.

Asahi:

"Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire"

>> Being an apparel designer and someone who used to get nervous all the time, Asahi gets insecure about the things that he has or had created. He always yearns for your compliment and your opinion both for him and his designs.

And God did it drain you, always saying "you did a great job today, pretty boy" "look at this! One thing missing and after that, it'll be all perfect!" You acted more like his worker rather than his partner, to be honest.

Nishinoya:

"Ooh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill

Can't figure out just how you do it, and God knows I never will"

>> Nishinoya takes you with him every time he goes travelling, he winks at you before saying, "It's my treat, love"

After a long day, you both headed onto a nearby hotel before resuming your adventures for tomorrow. The room was spacious, the balcony had the best view and you were busy day dreaming while Noya went into the hotel lobby to fetch you both some food and when he came back, he surprised you with your favorite meal!

You're so easy to distract that you missed the kiss mark on his temple and his neck.

Kageyama:

"The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, famefucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire"

>> Kageyama kept your relationship very lowkey, he didn't wanna make you overwhelmed by the amount of fans and paparazzi that's on his back, but his team does know you.

When Kageyama is fast asleep, you grab his phone and tries to find one of his teammate's number and luckily, you did!

2:09 AM:

"Hi! Kageyama's girlfriend here, I got your number off of his phone. Can you please help me set up a party for him? Thank you and it's no biggie if you decline."

5:31 AM

"Hey, you have a different number? Gosh [random name] you didn't tell me sooner."

"I'm sorry you must've misunderstood, It's actually Y/n!"

"Oh, Y/n? Aren't you his one night stand? Please stop messaging me, i'm uncomfortable knowing Tobio has a girlfriend and you're trying to earn his attention. Thank you for the efforts of reaching out for me."

He kept you a secret because all they know is you were nothing but a fling to him.

Hinata:

"How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?"

>> When Hinata got home from practice, he could tell that you were tired and he asked about your day, "Nothing much, just stressful customers always making a scene, you know?" You laugh at your words while Hinata looked into your eyes, "That's sad." He coughs "anyways my day was more stressful than yours, I–"

You spaced out while his rambling started.

Did he even put himself into your shoes?

Tsukishima:

"I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naive"

"And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too"

>> Tsukishima has you wrapped around his fingers and he knows it. He made you so dependent on him that he knows you can't even go on a day without telling him stories. Gosh he loves the way you're so easy to manipulate! you could've lent in some time for the girls to explain themselves but no, you took his words.

What a fool.

Yamaguchi:

"Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better"

>> Yamaguchi likes someone from his class, but when you confessed to him, he can't help but accept it out of pity. And Yamaguchi successfully shaped you into his crush. Making you trim your hair, dress in a different aesthetic and even changing the way you talk, just for him. And gosh when you saw the way he looked at the person he liked, you noticed something similar about them.

Everything. You're like that person's mirror.

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softsky-daily · 1 year ago

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6/2/2024

The clouds were soft and hazy in the morning but eventually turned into classic puffy ones.

Positive thing: I got to go to the farmer's market with my friend and had catfish for the first time in a while.

I used to live in Louisiana, which is known to have really good seafood. I didn't realize how spoiled I was growing up there until I moved to Florida, and I thought the seafood would be similar since it's still near water and has access to the Gulf. But even though I have had some good seafood here, it's just not the same caliber. The catfish I had today came pretty close though.

The breading was so nicely seasoned and crispy and flaky.

It was super hot out though. My friend and her fiance and I were there to pick up the wedding flowers, but we stuck around to look at the tents and also the lake. It was fun but by the end I was sweating up a storm.

There were quite a few creatures out and about. Especially ducks and turtles. They seemed to be enjoying the weather at least.

After I got home I basically passed out in bed and then woke up in time for Conversation Table (we're trying out having 2 sessions a week - my partner is running this one).

I'm glad today felt a little easier, even though I did have a headache for most of it. I haven't been in the best mood in general lately. I really wish I could just be graduated and move on to other things, but there's no way to speed up time. It sucks being cranky without much else I can do besides get through each day. Maybe I'll feel a bit better when TTYD finally arrives.

Oh yeah, I started playing Hades today. It's pretty fun. I unlocked the bow pretty fast and I've been having a good time with that. I got through a few runs but I hit a wall with Elysium so it might be a while until I get through that. The enemies that revive if you don't kill them again are annoying.

Anyway, tomorrow is the week where I just have my week long class. A good thing though - I learned it's not 8am to 5pm like I thought, it's actually 9am to 12pm, which is infinitely more bearable. I can't wait to be done by noon and then go home and nap all day.

#thoughtposting #skyposting #foodposting

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blueredg52 · 1 year ago

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I DESPERATELY NEED DATING ADVICE OR ANY WORDS OF WISDOM BECAUSE I'M GOING CRAZY RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

My situation [FxF]:

Last night, I went clubbing with my roommate and her friends and had an amazing night (as we always do after going to our local gay club). Before heading home, we stopped by our popular local pizza shop on our college campus to get some food to sober up a little. I didn't get any food, but my friends did so I waited with them.

While waiting, 3 girls were talking about what to get because one girl, who I will name Red Shirt, was debating whether to get a slice of pizza or cheese fries. This pizza shop is known for having horrible pizza unless drunk. For some reason, I went up to them and told them that I don't get their pizza ever, but I get their cheese fries because the sauce is good and it's one of the cheaper items on the menu. Plz know I'm an extreme introvert and won't willing go up to talk to people, but I was also a little tipsy and a little more social. After hearing what I had to say, the 2 other girls besides Red Shirt agreed and then I went back to my friends.

A few minutes later, Red Shirt comes up to me and tells me one her friends (I'll refer to her as P) thinks I'm cute and asks me if I'm single. I say yes because I'm very very very very single. Then, Red Shirt gets my snapchat for P. I also told Red Shirt to let P know that I thought she was also cute. I tried my best to keep myself calm and collected BECAUSE THIS HAS LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE.

Next, my friends and I are talking about Chappell Roan because we got our fav DJ to play Chappell in the club. The 3 girls then come up to us and we start talking about Chappell. For context, I didn't directly talk to P or make direct eye contact BECAUSE PRETTY GIRLS INTIMIDATE ME AND I SHUT DOWN. WE DIDN'T EVEN EXCHANGE NAMES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

When my friends got their food we headed home and said "Have a good night!" to these girls as we were leaving. Before falling asleep (around 3:30 am), I dm her saying hi and introducing my name because we didn't exchange names. Throughout the whole day I was very giddy and I kept checking my snapchat to see if she responded.

SHE HASN'T READ OR OPENED MY MESSAGE

Around 12pm today, I told myself that she probs is still asleep or busy because she probs went to sleep late. Then around 7pm, I started to get sad, but I told myself that it's final exam week and she has other things to attend to. But she still hasn't responded at 8pm and I did cry.

Any way, I threw out my pride and ego and sent her a snap directly telling her I thought she was cute around 9:30pm. I also apologized if I seemed awskward or disinterested in her because I was in shock and an introvert. After I sent the snap, I turned off my snapchat notifications because I'm scared of rejection and heartbreak.

THIS IS ME SHOOTING MY LAST SHOT AND IF SHE DOESN'T RESPOND, THEN I'LL KNOW SHE'S NOT ACTUALLY INTERSTED.

I'm actually really sad because it was hot that she pulled me last night and she is definitely my type physically. My roommate found her insta and knew people who followed her. She then got some info about her from people she knew and while I only got vague info about her, nothing bad was said. I told my roommate that she still hasn't responded around 4pm and she could tell I was sad about it and so we watched Killing Eve for a few hours to make me feel better.

Be honest, is this what dying feels like??!!?!?

FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW IF I'M ACTUALLY CRAZY, I SHOULDN'T EXPECT A QUICK RESPONSE, OR IF I FUMBLED IT.

I'm also the type of person who responds to messages asap, so maybe I shouldn't expect other people to do the same thing. I don't even know P so maybe I'm making this a bigger deal than it actually is. For context, I just want yall to know that I'm not good with dating and I've never been in a situationship or a relationship ever and maybe I'm just naive.

If you're interested, I'll give an update sometime tomorrow and if she still hasn't responded, I'm going to cry in my room after I take a final exam.

#advice desperately needed #plz send help or words of wisdom #lesbian #wlw #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia+#gay #woso community #relationship #date #dating #relationship advice #dating advice #storytime #love #chappell roan #killing eve

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yuripoll · 2 years ago

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SEASON 2 FINALE!

I'm home tomorrow! 🎉🎉🎉 Apologies for the delay folks! I'll get the poll scheduled tomorrow, ready to post on Tuesday 5/9/23 at 12PM (GMT)!

KEY POINTS

No particular metric for voting! Your fave, which looks prettier, which is serving the most cunt, etc etc

The match will be up for a week, and should TGSWIIWAGAA (...we need to stop naming manga like this guys) lose, it'll get a rematch.

If you want to scroll through just the poll posts or check out the propaganda, the navigation tags are linked in the pinned post.

Obligatory statement that if you take things too seriously or get overly vitriolic in my notes, your candidate gets penalised by 10%.

THE FINALE IN QUESTION

The guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all VERSUS Tamen de Gushi (...again!)

#season 2 #bracket #polls #tournament #yuri

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now-we-say-c0ral · 2 years ago

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November 20, 2023

I'm regretting booking bank shifts but I know it'll all be worth it on Friday when I get the pay. It's all going to pay off. I haven't done bank shifts since May and I think I've forgotten the satisfaction of seeing the money roll. I need to remind myself that I'm poor and I need to finance my life so I can buy what I want.

I'm assigned in Th15 with Elli and Katie and I did two cases today. Sarah, our consultant, she's so funny and humble. I wouldn't mind scrubbing for her everyday. I mean it. The day went on without a hitch. I enjoyed having made my breakfast and lunch for today. The couscous and the beef stirfry tasted good and it was healthy.

Went to the gym and did chest, arms, and some abs. Went home and cooked my meals for tomorrow and also did a chia pudding cup for tomorrow breakfast. It's an excuse to wake up a bit earlier and have breakfast. I didn't eat dinner today. My last meal was around 12pm and I'm going to be fasting afterwards. I feel really motivated to do what I did last year that made me lean. It's good to be trying to get back on track.

Played Diablo 4 after taking a shower. Booked two more bank shifts after today. It's all gonna be worth it. It's all gonna be worth it.

November 19, 2023

Good grief! We got home around 5am from Ross and Carl's place and slept like babies. I have a bank shift booked for tomorrow and I don't really want to work while I'm on my annual leave but I have to because I have bills to pay and I don't want to drown in my credit card. It's a bit hard being an OFW that sends money back home but seeing my grandma happy is all I want. If I wouldn't send money, I think I'd have some substantial amount of money in the bank now but I don't. Filial piety, folks.

Spent the day just resting. Woke up around 12pm and Eddie was already in the kitchen doing what he does best-- being productive. On the other hand, I'm having a pre-anxiety attack because I'll be working tomorrow.

We both went to the gym and did legs, abs, cardio, tri/biceps, traps, and shoulders and I'm impressed that he could keep up with me. I'm not eating dinner for the time being but my birth week might be an exemption because the hotel offered buffets all day long. I have to be more conscious though. Today has been good.

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councilblr-voting-rights · 2 years ago

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No1 Councilblr Weirdo Bracket

7 contestants left, and we are in the home stretch. After a stressful round, I've decided I'm going to leave organising dates until at least tomorrow. But what I will let you know; I myself already broke my vow to leave propaganda off this blog, so let's level the playing field. If you submit propaganda to me, I'll attach it to the next polls. Keep it condensed, keep it appealing and keep it weird! Here are the remaining contestants.

UPDATE: Poll will be posted Mar 10th 12PM AEDT

The highest ranking the nominee: coming from red, it's @colestyle! With 81.8% of the vote, hy got the highest percentage of votes this round! It's only natural.

The most skrunkly of artists and chronic post limit hitter: coming from green, it's @jadejemdoesstuff! A fitting nominee for green if I do say so myself!

Neurodivergent and a major: coming from orange, it's @enby-ralsei! There were some quite funny points of propaganda in the last poll's notes. I think I liked, "I'm making a wallet out of my testosterone packets" best.

Truly the most unexpected of outcomes: coming from purple... It's a tie between @burning-sol and @tragicfaggots! With a massive lead on Sol, it looked like the poll was cut and dry, but little did we know. With propaganda efforts out of this world Team Sol closed the gap within the last 15-20 minutes of the poll. Talk about close cut! With a whopping 292 votes, this has been the THE largest pool of voters this whole bracket!! Can it get bigger? Let's wait and see!

I most recognise xem by their gay Rand pfp: coming from blue, it's @chaos-caverns! A bit of lore, last round Lua and Mantis were heavily supporting each other to have a face off lover to lover. It was so nice to see them both make it, absolutely heart warming!! Anyways, love lost this day.

One of the og navysealers: coming from pink, it's @navysealt4t! The only @ / whatgeese profile haver here, it's nice to see that Gillion and Jay are still having a good time! So glad you could make it!

#2023 no1 councilblr weirdo

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frostworkxfiction · 2 years ago

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Important Announcement !!!

I am starting my job tomorrow at 12PM EST. I have no idea what my schedule looks like yet nor do I know what time I'll be home. I assume I'll be getting off around 6-6:30 PM though it could be sooner or later than that. I am not allowed to have my phone on me during work hours except for when I'm on break. Again, I don't know when that will be.

I'm saying all this to say that I will not be as active on here during the week anymore. My activity will be spotty and replies will most likely be done when I get home if I have the mental capacity and energy to do them. Please be patient with me as my responses may be even slower than they already are. I will be around on weekends seeing as I only work Monday-Friday when I am scheduled to work. I might have days off in between, my schedule is still a mystery but I will keep you all updated.

Thank you for your patience ❤️

~Ren

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sukislady · 3 years ago

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# warnings; cursing, poly relationships, bakugo x midoriya x oc (yuriko)

# word count; 837

# an; na

# part: 005

THURSDAY , 1:12PM

YURIKO

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"Alright everyone, I'll regret saying this... I just know it," the professor mumbles with sleepiness clearly evident in his voice. "Pick your partners for this quarter's project." The entire class groans right along with the professor. Yuriko was gathering her things as it was almost time for class to end. She knew she'd be working this alone since none of her friends were in this class, even though if they were she would still want to work alone. "Oh yeah,"

Please don't say it... "It has to be at least two people in the group; Toma no flying solo on this one." Yuriko forces a smile and rolls her eyes in annoyance. Now, Yuriko was not a problem student, no. She was the one who stayed to herself most of, if not, all of the time. So having to look for a partner was going to be easier said than done.

The bell finally rings and everyone is making their way to the door to either go home or to their next class. Yuriko sighs and heads to the front of the class towards the professor. "Sir?" She starts off timidly, "Could I have a second of your time?"

"What is it Toma?"

Yuriko rakes her manicured nails through her bangs as she composed herself before asking, "Are you sure there is no way for me to work on this alone? I don't really know anyone."

The professor neatly piles the papers on top of each other before looking at his student. "I would let you do this on your own if it wasn't such a big project." Yuri sighed. "Listen kid," he starts. "Pick anyone, no... Not just anyone. Pick a kid who's smart and gets their work done." The professor looks around the near empty room and spots the one kid he had in mind by name. "Maybe someone one like Midoriya?"

Hearing that name Yuriko froze. Midoriya? As in Mina and Eijiro's friend? Looking to where her professor was looking her pale hazel eyes widen in shock, similar expression on Izuku's face.

"Toma, hey."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Later on that day after all of her classes Yuriko looks at her notebooks which had the premises for her project. Sighing she pushed the chair away from her desk and throws the pen down. After reading over it she realized that her professor was right, it's too much to do on her own. It's three essays with over two thousand words for each one on the global pandemic and how it's effect each country, honestly overkill.

Yuriko's mind wonders to who she was partnered with. It was surprising to find out he's in the same college as her, even taking the same class. "I should've gotten his number..." Yuriko says to herself as she walks over to her kitchen. She pulls out a bag of chips and heads towards the couch to watch tv.

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A little over an hour goes by of her enjoying the show before the phone begins to ring. "Hello?" She answers. There's silence on the other end of the line. "Hello?" She repeats. Finally she hears shuffling from the other side. Yuriko pulls the phone away to check the number to see if she knew it. It was completely foreign to her. After not hearing anything a couple of more seconds she goes to hang up before a voice cuts her off.

"Toma?"

That sounds like... "Midoriya?"

The caller lets out a chuckle as he situated his notebooks on the desk. "Yup," Izuku starts. "I got your number from Momo, sorry, I should've asked for it at school."

He sounds so calm and laid back that it causes butterflies to erupt in Yuriko's tummy. The line was silent as Yuriko tries to voice her thought without accidentally stuttering her answer. "N-no it's okay Midoriya." Fuck! "What's up?"

She heard more shuffling and assumed he was getting comfortable. "The project. I was wondering if you wanted to meet at Sunnie's tomorrow to go over it?"

"Sure, what time?"

Izuku smiles as he can hear the shyness in her voice. He found that to be adorable. Izuku wanted to hear it again and again. Only if... he thought. "How about 12pm?"

"Okay yeah, sure, sounds good. See you there Midori-"

"Izuku— we're going to be getting to know each other more— might as well be on first name bases right?"

"Right, Izuku."

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canonloveinterest · 3 years ago

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parallax and barlow for mary, sunspot and magnitude for papa :>

Mary-

Parallax: Did your FO deserve better?

This isn't fair cause you've been hearing me yell about his convoluted backstory on discord for weeks on end and you know the answer

Barlow: What’s something that only your FO could tempt you into doing? What about the other way around?

OUTWARDLY ACTING STUPID. Jack is pretty flat and monotone, very much the "straight man" of the group, tries to keep out of trouble and stay lowkey. Mary has a way of making him act stupid in a big way.

Conversely, I think Jack's pretty dece at getting Mary to settle down and think things through instead of acting on impulse. Doesn't make him a little angel automatically or anything like that. More along the lines of "I'll only have three drinks after the function cause I still need to get home and wake up before 12pm tomorrow."

II-

Sunspot: what's your favorite costume or outfit your FO has ever worn? (If they don't have a canon physical appearance or they only have one canon outfit, make something up!)

I like his papal regalia a ton but listen. listen. i'm a sucker for the causal outfit. it's not even casual, he's wearing a dress shirt with a vest and coat with slacks and nice shoes. I know i can already see his eyes normally but catching glimpses of his eyes from behind sunglasses hits different. leave me alone.

Magnitude: What is one thing they have learned from you? Could be a skill, a topic you know a lot about, etc. What about vice versa?

"one thing" lol

Things II has learned from Cirice: unorthodox methods sometimes get better results. the fact that you dont have to repress your emotions 100% of the time. practical aspects of art/history/music/etc. some pretty good bands.

Things Cirice has learned from II: work smarter, not harder. emotional restraint/discipline. theoretical aspects of art/history/music/etc. some pretty good bands.

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(tw: rant, boundary issues and family issues?) I'm gonna keep it short. Sharon, baby, I need you. You see I usually don't get to have boundaries. Like whenever my door's closed, my mum knocks and knocks and knocks until I open and I have like zero privacy. But during these online classes of mine and online exams, she disturbs me. Classes, I let it go but even exams? The thing is we shifted, we had to because of financial issues and it was on the day of my exam. That is okay, I understand. But during my exam, my mum peeks in and opens the door even though I requested - like literally begged - not to do that during my exam timings. And I told her my timings but she does that. It was for giving me breakfast served hot but MY EXAM? Care is no excuse, she knows how I'm particular about this one exam. It was the hardest, I told her. She also wants me to help with arranging but I have 4 finals on consecutive days. Back to back. I have just half a day to study. But I still arranged my clothes and few of my books. I told her I'd arrange my other books after exams are over. My last exam ends at 12pm tomorrow and it's an assignment, I'm doing it now but she keeps on interrupting me. She keeps on pestering me and entering my room, she can't arrange them without disturbing me because it's a mess rn. I told her so many times today and I'm tired. My today's exam went bad because there was a power cut and my phone was malfunctioning and it stressed me out, I wrote WAY below the required word limit because of that. I told my professor about it but she didn't say much except tryna cheer me up, she's a sweet lady. But I think I'll get a C or maybe B if she pities me. I've had such a bad day today. My mum knows all of this and knows I've been sleep deprived since 4 days but this is her behaviour towards me. So, I just- Sharon *hugs her tight* please stay with me.

I'm sorry to hear you are having such a rough time with your family at home. I lost my own parents at a very early age, so I've always felt somewhat envious of those who are fortunate to still have a family.

However, I suppose reality isn't quite as black and white, and not all parents are the same either. It is unfortunate, but there are some people on this world who are simply not fit to be a parent.

I truly do hope that you and your mom get the opportunity to sit down and talk about your boundaries - so she can respect them as well. Even if you are still a minor, you are clearly not a child anymore, so she should understand that.

#ask

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chwesolai · 5 years ago

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change up. | lee chan

inspired by change up by seventeen and grease, yes, the movie (you’ll understand why in a second don’t you worry)

university au!

nerd!chan x class clown!y/n

chan spent his times in his books, in his studies, in ‘always looking in the future’. he never took a break. but towards the end of his senior year of high school, his parents wanted to reward his hard work and studious efforts. it was post-finals, he finished, he got into the university he dreamed of.

he was free, finally.

so the trip began, his family packed their bags and the road trip to Daecheon Beach from Iksan. chan and his younger brother remained silent most of the ride, chan's brother playing on his phone, occasionally showing chan the new character he unlocked.

"you're going to fry your brain because of those games," chan scoffs, lifting his head up from reading.

"you're going to become evil because of all those scary books you read."

"then, let me."

the two brothers laugh and slowly immerse themselves into their activities and as the sun sets, the two fall into a deep sleep.

four more hours later and the sun began to warm chan's face, they have arrived.

y/n's parents allowed her to pick this year's summer family vacation, her older sister picked last year and her older brother did the year before. they've been to the us, europe, japan but she just wanted to stay home. but her family just didn't allow that so she picked the beach.

"THE BEACH? Y/N ARE YOU KIDDING?" her sister wasn't here for that, but her brother backed her up, "hey less money spending for us then. we wouldn't need to exchange money, buy flight tickets, bla bla blah."

"exactly." y/n proud of her decision.

"alright, i guess we could go visit my hometown's beach then," y/n's dad shrugs looking at her mother, who was nodding in agreement, "ok, saving money this trip, I like it. we could stay at mom's house then," it was set.

y/n packing her bags, excited to just bathe in the sun, swim, eat her grandmother's food again, this was her trip.

the car ride was absolutely chaotic.

y/n gained the entire back seat to herself with her two older siblings stuck ripping each others' heads off in the middle seats.

"I WILL GIVE YOU TWO MY LAST TWO POCKY IF YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW."

"ok bet," her brother held out his hand as his little sister handed him a strawberry pocky packet and her older sister then received her chocolate pocky.

"thank you," y/n bathes in the silence as she goes back to her drama.

the two met at y/n's grandmother's restaurant. y/n was peeling oranges as chan's family walks in, if you're offered to earn some money on vacation, you take it, y/n dropped the peeler, telling her grandma she can take this table.

chan pushed up his glasses as he looks up at the possibly cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. she was definitely she was shorter than him, her hair held back in two braids, she kept her pen behind her ear and she looked just like how chan envisions the female characters in the classic novels he reads.

"hi welcome to kitchen by paradise, i'm y/n and i will be your server today and if you have any questions about any items on the menu, i'll be more than happy to recommend you anything! now, could i get you all anything to drink?"

chan's mom ordered water, his dad got a cola, his brother banana milk and chan didn't have a clue.

"and for you?" y/n says as she turns her attention towards chan.

"u-um. um. do-do-o you guys have any specialty drinks?"

"oh yeah! we grow our own oranges so we have a whole specialty of drinks. we have an orange-hibiscus iced tea, an orangeade, an orange-pineapple refresher and an orange mint sunrise."

"could i get the orange-pineapple one? please?"

"of course, that's my personal favorite," y/n smiles and chan could've sworn his heart melted, "i will get those ready for you guys and again, if you guys have any questions, call out for y/n!"

"thank you!" chan's parents chimed in as y/n walks away.

"channie has a crush channie has a crush."

"i will drown you." chan glares at his little brother as his cheeks began to flush.

chan never knew he could fall so easily, i guess this is what happens when you're not focused on studying instead of girls, but this charismatic waitress got his attention.

chan watched y/n peel oranges and make the drink he had ordered, almost feeling bad because the drink looked so tedious to make. he saw the tray of drinks coming their way as she finishes pouring the yellow-orangey iced drink.

"here we go!" she places the drinks at the table, handing each drink to its rightful owner, "so are we ready to order?"

y/n took everyone's orders and y/n couldn't help but giggle at this nerdy guy stuttering ordering his seafood bibibimbap.

he's cute i can't deny it.

"alright let me repeat your guys' order and i'll send this to the kitchen!"

chan's family finished their meals and had left while y/n was on her break, disappointing chan, so he jumped to this opportunity. his 18 y/o heart couldn't believe himself that he left his number for this cute waitress he just met, i mean she probably is a local here and i'm here for the next two weeks.

y/n couldn't believe either. she smiled that that dorky kid thought she was cute, so she saved his number, texting him around sunset.

to orange boy: hey! this is y/n!

to server girl: hi! i'm chan i can't believe you actually saved my number ha

to orange boy: i just had to thank the guy who called me cute and also thinks my favorite drink is good because its our least popular haha

to server girl: thats surprising its rly good omg

to orange boy: so are you free tomorrow?

to server girl: i think my family is just hanging out tmr why?

to orange boy: my grandma is sending me to the market tomorrow to pick up some ingredients and i know you're here for vacation and i know im just a stranger but idk want to explore the coast tmr?

chan couldn't believe it, in his 18 years of his life, he is being asked to go out. with a girl. and she isn't trying to steal his study book.

y/n couldn't believe herself, she just asked a stranger to go out with her.

to server girl: i'm down wanna pick me up?

to orange boy: tmr 12pm i'll bring us lunch

to server girl: sounds like a plan, so whats your favorite color?

the two spent all night getting to know each other, learning they're the same age, chan was older by a month and a half, y/n's favorite color is every color and said some picasso joke making chan laugh in his hotel room. they both felt like they've known each other for years.

the next day came and y/n packed her backpack and her scooter for the day, writing down the list her grandmother has told her the night before and then sending a text to chan for his address.

"I'M TAKING THE SCOOTER!" y/n yells as she runs down the stairs, "TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ME!"

her family all replying as they hear her leave.

as she makes it to the garage, she ensures she brings the second helmet.

this is a vacation. the wind blowing in her hair as she follows the directions to chan's hotel. her dark blue scooter shimmering in the sunlight and she arrives in front of chan's hotel, rich kid huh?

to orange boy: outside by the lobby!!

chan was already in the lobby for the past ten minutes, didn't want to look like a complete weirdo and come out right when she texted so he waited for a good minutes before walking out. he was wanted to be casual, didn't want to screw anything up with her.

"hey! chan over here!" he walked out seeing the pretty girl from the restaurant on a blue electric scooter? taking off her helmet waving her hand around. he smiled and waved back as he walked towards her.

"this is tomi, my trusty stead," she smiles proudly at her scooter making chan stifle a laugh, leading y/n to laugh at his poor hiding of a laugh, "this is yours, hop on!"

"did not expect this to be the start of my day," he laughs as he puts on the helmet, he gets on the back of the scooter and before y/n turns on the scooter, she grabs chan's arms and to his surprise, wraps them around her stomach, "we're going fast so i don't want you falling off," she turns and smiles at him. what am i feeling right now? butterflies swarm around the two teenagers' stomachs, falling in love before they've even gone out.

"oh o-ok."

and they were off.

y/n parked the scooter in her usual spot, the noise of the market sang to her and before getting off, she introduces the market, "welcome to daecheon market where old men try to peddle tourists and where local teenagers find the best clothes AND one stand has the BEST fruit produce."

"y/n i think i should just call you fruit girl because you seem very enthusiastic about them," chan smirks

"i dare you to, orange boy."

"alright fruit girl."

the two laugh as they barely even notice chan's arms are still around y/n, y/n begins to take off her helmet right before she bumps chan in the face with her helmet.

"OH MY GOD! i am so sorry chan oh my god im sorry oh my god i-"

"y/n its ok really," chan laughs at her worried look, "i'm all good no bleeding see?"

"alright im still super sorry i kind of forgot i had a passanger with me," she nervously laughs, im such an idiot what is wrong w me wtf y/n

chan hops off and helps y/n down, "thank you, sir," y/n bows.

"you are very welcome madam," chan bows back, leading them both to laugh once more because of their dorkiness.

"here hold this," y/n opens the scooter compartment and hands chan a camera, "thats my prized possession, keep it safe." she pretends to glare at him but ending up laughing anyways, "you're on picture duty and i am on food duty," y/n pulls out a picnic basket and a large water bottle, "before we explore lets eat!"

y/n leads chan down to a secluded area next to the market, "my siblings and i love coming down here and eating lunch and playing ball. its our secret hideout, and you are a new member of paradise cove, mr chan."

"i'm honored," chan couldn't believe how comfortable he felt around her, a stranger that he had a very long text conversation last night about their favorite colors and whether or not aliens exist. y/n couldn't believe either. why did she feel so bubbly around a kid she met on the job at her grandmother's restaurant?

chan helped her put out a small picnic blanket from the basket and y/n began to pull out the food, “so i remembered your order from the other day and grandma pulled through and made some more this morning and a special touch, an orange-pineapple refresher. dig in!”

their picnic was nothing but boring, time passed so quickly while they talked more about the city and high school and where they want to go for univerity, and what they want to be. a convesation nether of the two have had with another human being. they both took some pictures while they were at it, y/n always doing some silly pose when chan had the camera and chan always looking away from the camera. they were comfortable with one another.

“so, let’s explore the market shall we?” chan standing up, offering his hand to her, she was hesistant at first, “come on y/n i don’t bite,” he laughs, looking away. feeling odd with his hand out for so long, he looks back at her smiling this time, “i’m feeling a cramp coming on”

standing up, she grabs his hand and pulls him close to her, both of their faces flushed now. y/n had NO idea what she was doing, “can i?” she looked at his lips and then back up at his eyes, prepare for any reaction

“yes,” once y/n heard his answer, his hand caressed the side of y/n’s face and pressed their lips together, almost melting into the kiss. y/n felt her cheeks burn up, the kiss lasted a few seconds but felt like an eternity. pulling away, the two laughed with their eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other, “so the market?” y/n slowly opened her eyes, seeing the flustered boy in front of her interlocking their hands together.

“i thought you were the romantic,” he smiles back.

two spent nearly everyday together. y/n told chan she didn’t live in daecheong, they both knew they were both on vacation and the day one of them was leaving was soon appoarching them. “what will you do without me?” “cry.” “shut up chan” “you asked i answered~!”

chan didn’t want to believe but neither did y/n. their two weeks was up, y/n helped chan pack. “are you really going to cry?” “y/n you’re my first kiss, my first love, my first crush, the first girl that actually has gotten my attention so what do you think?” “now, you’re going to make me cry.” she pouts “y/n you have my number, i have my license, you have a kickass scooter. we have ways to still see each other even if that means our universities are miles apart, we can do this.”

to orange boy: i miss you

they couldn’t do it. the long distance lasted about a month and then school started.

to server girl: i’m sorry

chan was at yonsei university and back to his old ways. head in the books, no partying no social interaction just studying. this physical therapy major wasn’t moving an inch.

now, what chan didn’t know was y/n was ALSO at yonsei. this visual arts major was the biggest party animal on campus. she ruled frat parties and she was a good students. her professors loved her and her charm.

- ten months later -

HALLOWEEN

“CHAN! you have to come dude!” chan’s roommate, xuxi, begs him. xuxi was the polar opposite of chan, same age same major COMPLETELY different social class.

“no ‘xi for the last time, i’m not a party guy.”

“chan please dude, its a costume party, nobody will know its you.” chan began to consider it, when was the last time i had fun?

“what are you dressing up as?” “i’m going to be capt. american because im going as the avengers with mark and the other guys. if you don’t want to be recognized then wear a mask, be a masquarade ball dude? idk wear a suit and a mask, be that DUDE”

“i’m in.” here we go lee chan

to server girl: finally going out with the boys for the first time hope you’re well i miss you

y/n read the text almost immediately, “i wonder where he’s going?”

“who?” y/n’s roommate jungeun asled as she’s doing her makeup.

“some summer fling, he just texted me after like three months.”

“he’s more than a summer fling hon if you saw his text so fast.”

“shut up”

“kiss me,” jungeun stuck her tongue out at her, “so what are you dressing up as y/n?”

“poision ivy, mark said they’re going to be the avengers and so i’m showing him up and being dc’s sexiest villian.”

“you’re such a heartbreaker miss y/n let the boy breathe, he may have cheated but-”

“but nothing! he treated me like a one night stand and i wanted more! im going all out!”

chan looked at himself one more time in the mirror and xuxi walked behind him in his captain america outfit, “my son you look so fucking good,” pretending to tear up

“shut up,” chan rolled my eyes, sitting back down on his bunk, “should i still go?”

“YES! you look good dude! can’t even recognize you, you look so different and the contacts? you’re really hiding your identity with this one channie.”

“this is the only night we get to be other people so,” he puts on his lacey masquarade mask he bought from target, ‘let’s go.”

xuxi wraps his arm around him, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

“MISS Y/N YOU DID THAT HONEY!”

jungeun and y/n nearly in shock of how well this costume curves around her body.

“green is your color girl,” jungeun sighs, “you knock them dead baby.”

“you look amazing yourself j OMG ms daphne over here.”

“I’m finding my fred tonight ok?” she smiles as she ties her scarf around her neck.

y/n places her red mask on, “i’m heading out!”

“HANG ON!” y/n was practically out the door before jungeon runs out, “ok ready.”

“let’s go fuck shit up.”

the party was everything chan was not used to, drinking, loud music, people EVERYWHERE, you could say he was slightly overwhelmed.

you could say he also wasn't used to the attention around him, girls coming up to ask if they wanna hook up or take a shot with him which he declined all of them until she walked in.

ms poison ivy walked in.

it was about 30 minutes after the party started and y/n walked in like she owned the place, jungeon next to her, y/n walked in red heels and green latex in its full glory.

"i'll go get us drinks!" jungeon pracatically screams in y/n's ear.

"OK!" now alone, chan saw this as an opportunity, still not knowing who that was or even who he was in this moment he walked up to her.

"hi!" y/n was drawn back but the handsome stranger in front of her

"HI!"

"I THINK YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY!"

"THANK YOU! I THINK YOU LOOK PRETTY HOT YOURSELF! LET ME GUESS, a VAMPIRE?"

the music got increasingly louder as this conversation went on so chan yelled back, "NOT EXACTLY, IM A MASQUERADE BALL HOST"

y/n felt eyes beaming her up and down and she saw him, mark, and before he could come any closer, y/n kissed this handsome stranger in front of him.

chan had no idea what was going on but he really didn't care anymore, this kiss began to be a full makeout session in the middle of the dance floor.

"IM SORRY BUT DO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE?"

"YEAH I DO ACTUALLY"

both of them walk out of the loud frat house, "so who do i owe this honor to mr masquerade man?"

"chan, i'm chan. how about you?"

"i'm sorry did you say c-chan?"

y/n hasn't heard that name in what feels like ages until today.

"yes? is something wrong?"

was it really him?

"no its just i knew someone named chan awhile back, ha." she sadly smiled.

it can't be him chan was never this bold.

"ah i see, how about you ms poison ivy?"

"y/n"

"y/n huh?"

"yes, what about it?

"do you still have that blue scooter?" chan takes off his mask and turns to face the girl he's been wondering about for so long.

"c-chan?"

"long time no see huh?"

"i-i-i didn't even recognize you? where're your glasses? did you get your braces off too? your hair's lighter, you look really good, chan," she sighs in disbelief.

"college does stuff to you i guess," he nervously rubs the nape of his neck, "and you? wow. i didn't think someone could look so gorgeous in latex." he smiles all goofy.

"chan."

"y/n?"

pulling herself into his chest, "i've missed you, im sorry for being an asshole, im sorry for saying those things i shouldve held on im sorry im-"

"nothing is your fault y/n, look at me," he pulls her out of his chest, "i'm here now! we just needed time i guess," he lets out a small laugh.

"now you're the jokester mr lee."

"lets restart. hi im chan."

"hi im y/n," she smiles and takes his hand in hers, "lets never leave again."

"yes ms poison ivy."

“never call me that again.”

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